backwards. She looked
exquisite. Then she pulled down her thin, washed out cotton panties, and lifted each foot in front of her
to slip off her sandals. As each foot came up, parting her thighs, I saw her thinly haired young bush
above her well developed labia. As she stepped into the tub, her eighteen year old bum, not thin, not
wide, just adolescent, looked like two gracefully shaped tight, round, firm melons. She sat down in the
scented, swirling bubbly water and sighed. "Oh Kathy, this is so wonderful."
She was sitting up and the bubbles were just below her breasts. Even though I could have visually eaten
them for an hour, I said, "Lay back, relax and let the water surround you. She lay back with her head on
the convenient head rest and again sighed. I was sure she had never been in such a luxurious situation.
"I'll leave you here for a while, Isabella. Enjoy yourself."
I was afraid to stay. I was sure that if I did, I would be all over her. As much as that thought thrilled me, I
somehow felt it would frighten her. Best to go slow and bring her along to the point where she wanted
me to sexually please her. The dark thought just made my moist vagina get wetter. I thought about
myself at her mental age, how I ached to touch another girl, laying beside me at a sleepover. I
remembered the thrill of forbidden fruit as we finally kissed, fondled and then slowly, cautiously
lowered our hands, to finally touch each other's young and willing lips, and thrilling to the flood of
pleasures. I remembered how I felt as my friend touched me, just as I wanted her to, my young clit so
eager to be caressed and my young, wet vagina aching to have her finger enter. And how I felt as the
first orgasm I ever received from someone else made my body so tense and rigid as the orgasm got
close. And how I bit my hand to keep from crying out and alerting my mother to what was going on as
the orgasm overcame me.
I caught myself as I realized my hand was under my panties, massaging my clit as the memories took me
back. I carried on and imagined it was Isabella touching me. I slowed my hand to prolong the pleasure
and after several minutes, my hand now very wet, went to my vagina. With Isabella safely in the tub, I
slipped off my panties, lay on the couch and putting a leg over the back, exposed myself to no one and
continued the delightful masturbation.
I could hear Isabella singing to herself and as the climax approached, I had three fingers in my vagina
and the other hand on my firm clit. I pushed in the fingers, stretching myself, feeling the fullness in my
vagina and let the orgasm build. Again I had to bite a hand as the orgasm swept over me. Three, then
four shuddering body convulsions shook me as the climax seemed to go on and on. Then I relaxed back
into the couch, my legs still splayed, my vagina open to whoever wanted it. Isabella, perhaps?
I lay there, panting, my breasts lifting with the movements of my chest. My sexual desire only partially
satiated, I thought of how to seduce Isabella. I poured a soda into a glass, poured some wine for myself
and went into the bathroom.
I handed the soda to the girl who accepted it with a smile. "Thank you, Kathy. I like this." I smiled at her
in a simple friendly way and said, "You're welcome." The room smelled of the bath gel, a lovely floral
scent. The hum of the Jacuzzi motor and the sound of the water jetting into the tub and the sight of the
teen child, sitting up to drink her soda, her young breasts again displayed, was all so very enticing.
"Isabella, you look like you're having so much fun. I think I'll join you." The girl smiled, showing no sense
of alarm. I casually started removing my clothes, as if it was an every day occurrence to strip in front of
her. As I remover my bra, Isabella seemed to look with some interest. As I slipped my skirt down and off,
Isabella was still watching. The fact that I had no panties on escaped her. I got into the tub, facing her
and
exquisite. Then she pulled down her thin, washed out cotton panties, and lifted each foot in front of her
to slip off her sandals. As each foot came up, parting her thighs, I saw her thinly haired young bush
above her well developed labia. As she stepped into the tub, her eighteen year old bum, not thin, not
wide, just adolescent, looked like two gracefully shaped tight, round, firm melons. She sat down in the
scented, swirling bubbly water and sighed. "Oh Kathy, this is so wonderful."
She was sitting up and the bubbles were just below her breasts. Even though I could have visually eaten
them for an hour, I said, "Lay back, relax and let the water surround you. She lay back with her head on
the convenient head rest and again sighed. I was sure she had never been in such a luxurious situation.
"I'll leave you here for a while, Isabella. Enjoy yourself."
I was afraid to stay. I was sure that if I did, I would be all over her. As much as that thought thrilled me, I
somehow felt it would frighten her. Best to go slow and bring her along to the point where she wanted
me to sexually please her. The dark thought just made my moist vagina get wetter. I thought about
myself at her mental age, how I ached to touch another girl, laying beside me at a sleepover. I
remembered the thrill of forbidden fruit as we finally kissed, fondled and then slowly, cautiously
lowered our hands, to finally touch each other's young and willing lips, and thrilling to the flood of
pleasures. I remembered how I felt as my friend touched me, just as I wanted her to, my young clit so
eager to be caressed and my young, wet vagina aching to have her finger enter. And how I felt as the
first orgasm I ever received from someone else made my body so tense and rigid as the orgasm got
close. And how I bit my hand to keep from crying out and alerting my mother to what was going on as
the orgasm overcame me.
I caught myself as I realized my hand was under my panties, massaging my clit as the memories took me
back. I carried on and imagined it was Isabella touching me. I slowed my hand to prolong the pleasure
and after several minutes, my hand now very wet, went to my vagina. With Isabella safely in the tub, I
slipped off my panties, lay on the couch and putting a leg over the back, exposed myself to no one and
continued the delightful masturbation.
I could hear Isabella singing to herself and as the climax approached, I had three fingers in my vagina
and the other hand on my firm clit. I pushed in the fingers, stretching myself, feeling the fullness in my
vagina and let the orgasm build. Again I had to bite a hand as the orgasm swept over me. Three, then
four shuddering body convulsions shook me as the climax seemed to go on and on. Then I relaxed back
into the couch, my legs still splayed, my vagina open to whoever wanted it. Isabella, perhaps?
I lay there, panting, my breasts lifting with the movements of my chest. My sexual desire only partially
satiated, I thought of how to seduce Isabella. I poured a soda into a glass, poured some wine for myself
and went into the bathroom.
I handed the soda to the girl who accepted it with a smile. "Thank you, Kathy. I like this." I smiled at her
in a simple friendly way and said, "You're welcome." The room smelled of the bath gel, a lovely floral
scent. The hum of the Jacuzzi motor and the sound of the water jetting into the tub and the sight of the
teen child, sitting up to drink her soda, her young breasts again displayed, was all so very enticing.
"Isabella, you look like you're having so much fun. I think I'll join you." The girl smiled, showing no sense
of alarm. I casually started removing my clothes, as if it was an every day occurrence to strip in front of
her. As I remover my bra, Isabella seemed to look with some interest. As I slipped my skirt down and off,
Isabella was still watching. The fact that I had no panties on escaped her. I got into the tub, facing her
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