the small half apple sized mound her breath released in a sighing purr. I don’t know what it is about breasts
that creates that primal urge to touch them. It felt so perfect in my hand, just enough to fill my palm. The feel of
its shape and the small hard nipple permeated me with a lust I had never know. Her back arched as if trying to
push her breast deeper into my hand.
I was so lost in my exploration and her kisses I failed to notice her hand had wandered down my body to the
top of my shorts and was now fumbling with the tie. After an agonizingly frustrating moment of her muddling
with the knot it came free and her hand gently snaked inside. Her fingers grazed my glans and fire flashed in
my eyes. No one save myself had ever touched me intimately and I thought I was cuming. With the amount of
precum filling my shorts one would have though I already had. She didn’t seem to mind. Her fingers brushed
against me again sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. Her probing became bold as she wrapped her small
girlish hand around my girth and slowly began stroking me.
At first I was ecstatic at having someone touch me, but her inexperience soon showed. Her grip was a little too
firm and her stroking was more like a tug o’ war. I winced and my hand shot down to cover hers. Our hands
groped together and with a few unvoiced gestures I slowed her caress and loosened her hold. Moving my
hand away from hers, I placed it on her inner thigh. I was only a few inches away from the edges of her
panties. I felt her hips shift a little, opening her legs just a slight more. I did not wasted the time stroking her as I
had when going for her breast. This time I decisively slid my hand up to investigate her nether regions. I
explored her from outside the moist cotton fabric only a scarce short moments before skimming up to the
elastic waistband and slipping down inside.
I found a small patch of soft downy hair. She was soaking wet and moaned deeply into my mouth when my
fingers first touched her slit. My mind took on an iron-like focus of her body. While her soft hands were doing
wonders to my erection, and her kisses remained like fireworks in my head, if I paid them too much heed I
would cum. I feared that might end our escapade much too soon.
I had no idea what to do or how to touch her. So I explored. I started at the apex of her slit, feeling her wetness
and velvety smoothness as the outer lips parted around my digits. I elicited a sharp gasp of pleasure from her
as my finger slid over the small bump that was her clit—though at this point I didn’t realized what I had done to
cause such a reaction. I glided further down to feel her inner lips and the opening to her carnal places. I
caressed around her a moment before pressing one finger inside. Her whole body tensed and my mind when
directly to pain so I quickly retracted my finger. Then her hand was on mine. Her fingers directed mine, guided
me to start a long gentle stroke from the top of her clitoral hood down to just probing her entrance. She