First Time (Part 2)  

rm_thorvaldsson 44M
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6/3/2006 6:40 am

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First Time (Part 2)

...Continued from First Time part 1.

"It's kind of warm in here, but it's good to be more private, don't you think?" she asked.

"Yeah, the breeze is pretty cool out there."

"You look hot. You can take off that jacket if you want."

"Yeah." I did so.

"I think I got a bit too much sun out there today. Would you mind rubbing some lotion on my back?"

"Absolutely! I mean, yes -- I mean, sure, no problem." I felt like an idiot. I began chanting to myself again that it didn't mean anything, that nothing was going to happen. She grinned at me, like she could see right through me.

"There's a blue bottle in the basket behind you."

She stepped around the table, and laid down on the bunk at the front of the cabin.

I squeezed some cream onto her shoulders and started massaging it in as gently as I could. Her skin was soft and warm. It felt wonderful to touch.

"How's that?"

"Mm, firmer, please. And more lotion. Ah, that's better."

I really had no idea what I was doing, and was terrified that anything I did might be wrong and she'd retract this gift she seemed to be offering me. But how could I know if I was leaping to the right conclusions? I'd never been in a situation anything like this.

I was particularly afraid of touching her bathing suit -- that seemed sacrosanct, off-limits. At the same time, the fabric lured me -- with each pass I edged my hands a little close to her waistband, that narrow line of butt floss barring me from her taut, generous ass. But I was really trying not to be greedy. When I did long strokes up her back, I even jumped my hands up and over a couple inches on either side of her bikini tie-string.

"Let me get this out of your way," she said, and reached back up to undo it.

She dropped her arms back down and laid them bowed away from her sides. The suit fell away from the curve of her tit, showing me a pale half-moon bulging out from under her weight.

I told myself to ignore it, but the harder I tried the more that expanse of private flesh became the only thing I could think of. I began pushing every second or third stroke up her back out to the sides, each time a little farther down the slope and a centimeter closer to my target. After several minutes I couldn't stand it, and let my fingers run lightly over those tempting pillowy bulges, an instant apology prepared on my lips. She didn't say a word; she just exhaled and shifted slightly, so that the crescent of exposed breast widened by an inch.

I kneaded her shoulder blades for a minute while the compressed smoothness of Diana's breasts reverberated in my brain. It wasn't the first time I'd touched bare tit, but the episode with Barbara was more than two years earlier, which might as well have been forever. This was a magic moment. I screwed up my courage and boldly dropped my fingers down to trace their shape and stroke them gently.

"Mm, keep moving. Do my legs, too."

I leapt to obey like I'd been caught trespassing, though that wasn't her tone at all. I was just going to do whatever she asked of me, and as quickly as possible.

I squeezed out some more lotion onto her legs, wrapped my hands around her calves, and started rubbing it in, pushing from her ankles up to the backs of her knees, then moving on to her thighs. She parted her legs a handsbreadth, revealing the tiny patch covering her peach -- I could see the shadow of the crevice splitting it in half. Again I found myself fixated on it, gliding closer to it with each stroke. I began making passes over the outer curves of her ass.

"Mm, you do that so well, Neil."

"It's my first time," I blurted.

"You're kidding." She moaned, and arched her ass up a couple inches, displaying her crotch. "You're a natural."

That was encouragement enough for me. I let a thumb trace the line of her bikini into the yielding flesh between her legs. I could feel the sparse stubble of some stray pubic hairs. Then I slipped under the edge into her slippery heat.

Diana only let me explore for half a minute, then she twisted away from me and sat up. Her unsupported breasts rested high on her chest, and her nipples were dark and hard. I looked at her body -- not confident enough to meet her eyes -- while she sized me up.

"All right, take it off. I wanna see if you've got what it looked like."

I was embarrassed and horny and eager to please all at once. I stripped hurriedly and stood there, erection as hard as it has ever been bobbing a foot out in front of me, face flaming red.

"Jesus Christ," she said.

A long moment passed while she just looked at it. "Do you like it?" I asked, tentatively.

"I've never seen anything like it. God damn. I've fucked some pretty big cocks in my time, but kid, that thing belongs on a horse."

She reached out and cupped the head in her palm, gave it an experimental squeeze. The sensation was abruptly too much and before I could say a word, I just squirted. Half a dozen long ropes, on her arm, her chest, her belly, and the bed.

"Damn, I'm sorry. It just . . . I didn't mean to . . ."

"Hey, shush. It happens. Though I admit, I've never seen it happen that soon. Grab me a towel out of the head, will you?"

When I came back, she was half reclined against the wall, massaging my come into her breast. My cock immediately started stiffening again. She took the towel, and quickly swiped off the excess.

"Getting hard again already? Shit, you're just full of surprises, aren't you?" She slipped off the bed and on to her knees in front of me. "Now, give me that cock. I've got some business to attend to."

She wrapped two hands around my cock to support it, and began studying it. It was at the hosepipe state, filled enough to be almost full size but not enough to be rigid. She stroked lightly on the shaft, then licked the head.

"Try to warn me before you come again, okay, kid?" Then she opened her mouth wide and took the head in. It was wonderful. It didn't last long, though -- once my cock swelled up iron again, it popped out of her mouth and she couldn't fit it back in. She kept licking it, though, kissing and stroking it, blowing on it occasionally. I looked down at this beautiful woman kneeling in front of me, slobbering on my cock, and it was the fantasy I'd stroked off to daily, for years. All at once it was too much, again.

"Fuck, I'm going to--"

My first spurt got her on the cheek and then she got the tip in her mouth and she sucked the rest out of me.

As she sat back up on the bed and dabbed herself off again, I collapsed on the bed next to her and moaned.

"I think you liked that," she said.

"Oh, god, yes. Thank-you! That was incredible."

... continued in First Time Part 3.
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aedorable 35F
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6/3/2006 9:04 am

Hah, you perv, stop writing my daydreams!

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