Between tastes of her sweet mouth, I said, “Lift your arms.”
“Hmmm?” she breathed.
“So I can get your top off,” I murmured as I kissed her behind the ear.
She whimpered almost too softly for me to hear, but then stepped back slightly, lifting her arms over her head like a child needing help with a difficult garment. After I freed her hair from her sweater, I smoothed her tresses and cupped her face to kiss her again. The bare skin of her shoulders and chest was smooth and pale in the indirect light.
As our tongues played and explored, my hands were drawn to her lovely ass again. My touch was answered by stronger kisses from Sarah and firm pressure from her still-clothed mound against my growing hardness.
We broke our kiss and moved apart slightly. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes. I feel like I’ve already cheated, just kissing you and letting you take my sweater off. It doesn’t matter. I want more.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Hurry, before I lose my nerve,” she whispered, kissing me again.
It took two hands, but I was able to open her belt and her slacks and lower them without breaking our kiss. Her ass was hot to the touch, the feel of the lace edge of her silky bikini panties making her seem all the more sexy and innocent.
“Should I undress you?” she asked.
“Would you like to help?” I offered, bending down to help her step out of her slacks and shoes.
“Yes. Can you believe I’ve never done this? I helped my father with his shirts when he had his one hand in a cast when I was young, and my kids when they were little, but I’ve never done it when I was half naked myself.”
I sat on the edge of the bed to take off my shoes and socks. “Come here, please,” I said.
She sat next to me and folded her hands in her lap.
“If I wind up naked on this bed with you, I know what I’m going to want to do,” I warned her.
“I hope so,” Sarah blushed. She began opening the buttons on my shirt.
When it was off, she started working on my belt. In seconds, my slacks were on the floor. She looked at the obvious bulge in my briefs and then kissed me, even harder than before. When she pulled back, she said, “Don’t question this again. I want to spend the night in this bed with you. I want you to help me make up for all the years I’ve missed.”
We pulled the covers down. I lay on my back, and pulled her to lie partially on top of me. “I want you to enjoy this, but you’re going to have to help. I want you to let me know what you like and what you don’t. Okay?” I asked.
“Okay.”
I brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, softly, hoping to find a spot that would make her moan.
“Oh,” she whispered. “What are you doing?”
“Making love to you.” I caressed the strap of her lace-edged bra off her left shoulder and traced my finger over the slight crease it left in her soft skin. The right strap came down more easily, and I kissed her there. Her breath caught in her throat for an instant when I opened the fastener.
“My breasts are sensitive.”
“In a good way?”
“I play with them when I masturbate,” she said. “It makes me wet.”
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