“No, no, please…” he protested in a whisper, when she began lifting his shirt.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” she whispered in his ear, then bit his earlobe; he moaned, allowed her to remove his shirt.
Instinctively, he sucked his gut in, blushing from embarrassment. She planted kisses on his neck, his chest. He caressed her back, running his fingers across her smooth skin; he gave her wet, sloppy kisses on the neck and shoulders.
“Stop worrying,” she said in a soft, seductive voice, as she continued to move southwards, planting kisses along his stomach.
A tingling sensation overwhelmed him, when she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, kissing his crotch. He was still caressing her back and shoulders, he let one hand run through long, blonde hair.
Laura, quite forcefully, pulled his jeans down to his ankles; she stared right into his eyes with a smile. He gave her a fearful smirk, suddenly overcame by the realization of the unknown. She kissed his erect penis over the boxer-shorts, her fingers running along his legs, causing the hair there to stand in attention like soldiers before their commanding officer.
He breathed in deeply, averting his eyes away from Laura now taking his prick in her mouth, softly sucking on the head; he was trying, in sheer despair, to think of something else. He was reciting Shelley in his head, then he went on to Li Po. Nothing worked; his balls were swollen and of a faint blue color, and his mind was further lost into the haze of alcoholic orgasm.
“Wow,” Laura exclaimed, unwillingly letting a giggle escape her mouth, when a long, thick stream of cum landed first in her mouth, then all over her face, as she pulled away. She hastily, and instinctively, wiped the cum off on her shirt.
“I’m so sorry, I…” Bob said, exhausted and flushed.
“It’s okay,” she said, blushing too. “It happens sometimes; nothing to worry about.”
“No, it’s not okay, it’s…” he started, then his head dropped backwards on the couch and he had a staring contest with the ceiling.
“Bob,” she crawled back up towards him, her hand resting on his chest, and hard pounding heart, “it’s okay.”
“God, I’m such a useless piece of…”
She put her finger on his lips, then turned his face by the chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.
“Laura, I don’t know…” he began, then stopped at lack of anything meaningful to say.
“Bob,” she blew air in his ear, rubbing her calf against his soft cock and balls, “it’s not all over; nothing’s over, until we give up.”
“Laura, what do you…” She kissed him before he could finish the question; he tasted himself, but, he also sensed her willingness and passion.
She took his hand away from her breast, which he was fondling reverently, and guided it down south underneath her shorts; his eyes instantly shot up, when his fingers first came into contact with the moist territory that had thitherto been completely unknown to him.
She smiled widely and squirmed, when one of his fingers slipped inside of her; “there you go,” she whispered in his ear, then sucked on his neck, while he slowly moved his finger up and down, as if calling someone over, trying to balance his movements with those of her body.