“Now, I have just one more request.” She said. “Then we can get cleaned up and have that wonderful surprise dinner you have downstairs.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Well,” she replied, “this is kind of hard to ask, but if there’s anyone in the world I can ask this of, it’s you. So….. uh, would you fuck me?”
I looked at her with wide opened eyes. I didn’t expect this and it took me by complete surprise.
“I really need it, Brad.” She explained. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve laid back and felt the thrusts of a man between my legs. Sometimes a woman needs to feel a man’s touch and feel a hard cock sliding in and out her. I need that so bad right now. So, can you?” She asked pleadingly.
It was like my dreams and fantasies came true in the flash of an eye. I had practiced and rehearsed this in my mind a hundred times. My cock, which was still buried in her velvetness, throbbed and jumped with joy at her request. So, looking directly into her eyes, I nodded my head and simply said “I would love to.”
She eased herself off my cock and modestly lay down next to me, covering her pussy with her hands. I wanted to jump up and take a long look at her whole body, the goddess of my lust and affection for so many years, but, instead, I stood up next to the bed and reached out my hand to her and pulled her to her feet. When she was standing, I led her to the full length mirror in her room and pulled her in front of it and then stood behind her, looking past her shoulder into the mirror.
She started to blush, moving her hands to cover her breasts and vagina. I surmised she was bashful about me seeing her totally naked, but if she knew how beautiful I thought she was, she wouldn’t have been bashful at all.
I used my hands to caress her shoulders, telling her how perfect and beautiful she was. Holding her hair away, I kissed down the side of her neck toward her shoulders saying, “Look how beautiful you are, Sharron. Look in the mirror to see the prettiest and sexiest girl in the world.”
Then, pressing my erection against her butt, I asked “Can you feel what you’re doing to me? Can you feel my cock pressing into you? Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now? Do you know that every time I’m around you I get hard like this?”
I asked her to drop her hands to her side so I could see all of her. Reluctantly, she did, looking into my eyes for approval that she was still beautiful now that I could see everything clearly. I raised my hands and wrapped them around her, being careful not to touch her at all. Then, as if there was a force field in front of her, I hovered my hands in front of her breasts, an inch or two above her skin.
Moving my hands closer and closer until I could barely sense the feel of her skin, I stopped. Looking into her eyes in the reflection of the mirror, I began to move my hands up and down her body, following the contours and curves of her womanly frame, just barely touching her as I went. “Gawd,” I though, “she’s more beautiful than I ever imagined.”
At some point, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as my hands roamed over her, my fingertips only barely touching her skin. I could feel the tiny, fine hairs on her body on my fingers as I drifted over her skin. I took special care not to actually touch her breasts or between her legs, wanting to make her melt with anticipation and desire.
My own excitement was obvious. My cock was throbbing, pulsing, and leaking pre-cum profusely from the tip, leaving a noticeable wet streak on her stomach when I accidentally touched her with it.
Standing in front of her, I reached up to her chest. It was hard for me to keep myself from groping her breasts and devouring her nipples. But, I started at slope of her breast, just at that point where her breast rose from her chest and began to trace a circle around the outside of her orb with my fingertip. Then, wanting to extend both her anticipation and my excitement, I continued tracing circles over her sweet breasts, reducing each one as I went, getting closer and closer to her nipples. When my circles had finally reduced to the point where I was making small circles just around her nipples, I bent my head down and gently took one of them into my mouth and got it wet. Then releasing it, I blew warm air over the wet nipple, causing her to shiver as she stood naked in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw goose bumps rise on her arms and the little dimples on her areolas rose up, reacting to my warm breath as it flowed across her skin. I repeated my slobbery suckling with her other nipple, but this time, she moaned and raised her hands to the back of my head, cradling me to her boob as I tenderly sucked and kissed her nipple.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up. My cock was becoming angry, but I forced myself to be patient, knowing this might be the only chance I ever got to fully adore her body and demonstrate how much I really did love her.
I had spent many lonely nights lying in bed, stroking myself as I dreamed about her breasts and how I would touch them in a way she would never forget. And it was time… time to finally experience their shape, taste and feel.
Gently, I pursed my lips as if I was going to kiss them, but instead I sealed my lips over her nipple and tugged softly on it. Then, breathing in through my nose, I opened my mouth and exhaled the warm air from my lungs out upon her breasts. I actually felt her push her chest into me, as if she was trying to get me to take more of her breast into my mouth. Instead, I switched to the other breast and did the same thing, tugging her nipple with only the suction of my lips and then breathing warm air over her breast.
I could feel her heart beating deep inside her chest as I made love to her breasts, moving from side to side throwing both of us into a fever of excitement and joy. She started to sway a little from side to side, even widening her stance to support herself better. Gently and slowly, I ran my hand down her belly, stopping just above her mound. I paused for a few seconds to see if she was going to object, and when she didn’t, my hand continued southward until I finally came into contact with her labia.
Very gently, with an almost unperceived amount of pressure, I pressed my finger between her lips. My mind cried out reminding me of all the times I had fantasized about this very instant, telling me to hurry and sink my fingers up inside her. Resisting that urge, though, I lightly traced my way back up to her little nub and rubbed small circles around it, avoiding direct contact with her clit. “Oooohhhh,” she moaned, “that feels really good.”
I wanted so badly to pull my face away from her breasts and get down on my knees and stare at her vagina. I had waited so long to see it and here I was touching it without ever really looking at it closely. But, I decided to keep sucking her nipples as my fingers danced around her clitoris. “Oh, Gawd!” She exclaimed. “I can actually feel you sucking my tits down in my pussy.” She panted.
Sharron’s heart was pounding now, I could even feel it through her nipples as I sucked them. I could sense the excitement growing to a fever pitch and it was obvious to me that we needed to lie down or else we were both going to tumble onto the floor. I waited until I knew she had taken a breath and then I lifted my head off her breast, removed my hand from between her legs, and hugged her to me.
“Please, Brad,” she gasped, “enough is enough. Whatever you’re trying to prove, well… you proved it. Just fuck me now, would you?”
I answered her in my head, not wanting her to hear my reply, “Not on your life, Sharron. I’ve waited years for this opportunity and there’s no way I’m going to let you rush me.”
But, still, I didn’t wait long, mind you, just long enough for her to take another breath and then I picked her up, cradling her precious body in my arms and carried her to her bed. As she looked up at me wondering what I was going to do next, I stepped on the bed and crawled my way between her legs. I wanted so bad to peer into the cleft between her thighs, but thinking better of it, I smiled at her and lifted her knees. As I gently pushed them back, she blushed a deep red and then let them fall apart, opening her sex to me.
Finally, I looked down to see the center of her womanhood. Her lips were slightly parted and engorged with the signs of her need. I stopped for a minute to study her pussy. Not, mind you, because I wanted to finally see her most private place, but because I wanted to decide exactly how I was going to love her there.
Deciding on a course of action, I bent down and scooted my face to within inches of her labia and placed my hands on either side of her lips. Then very lightly, I spread her open and nuzzled my face right up into her.
Now, I’ve read that some women are self-conscious about their sexual aroma. I imagine it must be terrifying to open your legs with the fear that your lover might not find your sexual smell appealing. I don’t know if Sharron had that fear, but if she did, she was about to have the proof that I adored her scent.
If my life stopped right at that instant, I would have died a happy man with my face pushed up against her pussy. She was utterly and completely gorgeous. Her smell was sweet and abundant, bringing rapture to my senses and as I extended my tongue to finally have my first taste, I became aware of my cock rubbing against the bed and I feared I was about to spontaneously explode, spraying my cum all over both of us in something close to an uncontrolled eruption. I repositioned myself to decrease the friction on my cock and then turned my attention back to her pussy.