other
hand, Russ unbuttoned the dozen small buttons that closed the bodice of my
dress, all the while kissing me tenderly. When they were all undone, he sat me
up and pushed the shoulders and sleeves down, trapping my arms and revealing
the white bra.
I waited,
holding my breath, for his next move, wanting him to look into my eyes, but
entranced by the rapt gaze he held as he pushed the cups down, exposing my
breasts. I’d had boys look at me with my breasts bared before, and all of them
gave clear evidence that the sight was arousing, but this was different. I felt
exposed, not just my bare flesh, but my soul. Trembling, I waited for this
man’s touch, unable to move my arms that were trapped in the sleeves of the
hideous dress. Now I know how a rabbit feels in a trap , I thought.
Russ lifted a
hand to lightly heft my left breast, drawing his finger across the nipple and
over to the other. Staring alternately into my eyes and at the creamy globes he
toyed with, he licked his lips slowly. God, I wanted that tongue on the taut
beads that tipped my nipples now. Moisture was gathering between my legs,
unheeded. Vulnerable, trussed like a turkey ready for roasting, I did the only
thing I could to break the spell and make him take me. I heaved my chest with a
deep breath, thrusting my breasts forward.
His eyes lit
with desire, but with what must have cost him an effort of iron discipline,
Russ stayed the course, flicking each nipple in turn until both were standing
at full attention, begging for the touch of his lips and tongue. Shaking with
anticipation, a low moan escaped me, and his lips parted.
Slowly and
with what felt to me like reverence, Russ leaned forward to kiss each nipple,
before gathering my body into his arms and kissing me deeply, his tongue
jousting with mine until I thought I would melt into his body and be consumed. His
mood seemed to have changed, from the directive, almost dangerous whim that
made him virtually tie me up in my dress, to a much slower, gentler mood that
was communicated to me by the lightness of his touch and the tender heat of his
gaze.
Keeping his
incredible eyes on mine, Russ helped me free myself from the confining dress,
and then pulled his thermal shirt off over his head, releasing that
intoxicating scent again. Gently, he laid me down on my side and joined me
there, holding me close, bare breast to bare chest. Something that I couldn’t
define was happening, but it wasn’t the type of lust that I knew from previous
experience. My head was buzzing, and warmth flooded me, bringing with it a rush
of moisture between my legs and a sense of suspended time.
I would have
been content to lie there with his arms around me forever, as his warmth
soothed me and swept away my worries. I could feel his lips moving at my
temple, planting tender kisses there. Then his hand began to stroke me from my
back, down to my ass, where he lingered, circling, soothing the sting and then
slowly back up. My arm was trapped by his, curled around his waist, where all I
could do was stroke him as far as my hand would turn.
“Kitten,” Russ
whispered. “I want to make love to you.”
Confused, I
simply nodded. I would have thought it was obvious I wanted sex too, and that
we were on the way, with this strange foreplay lulling me into something
resembling hypnosis. He tilted my chin up and kissed me again, leaning into me
so that I could feel the bulge between us. My hand was now free, and I reached
between us to undo the button on his jeans.
He rolled back
to give me access, and now I used both hands to unzip and push them and his underwear
down over his hips as he lifted them off the bed. When his cock sprang free, I
couldn’t suppress the moan of desire that escaped me. I put both my hands
around him and squeezed, brushing my thumb across the slit at the top and
spreading the moisture I found there around the crown.
“Kitten, you
set me on fire,” he moaned.
His words had
a similar effect on me,
hand, Russ unbuttoned the dozen small buttons that closed the bodice of my
dress, all the while kissing me tenderly. When they were all undone, he sat me
up and pushed the shoulders and sleeves down, trapping my arms and revealing
the white bra.
I waited,
holding my breath, for his next move, wanting him to look into my eyes, but
entranced by the rapt gaze he held as he pushed the cups down, exposing my
breasts. I’d had boys look at me with my breasts bared before, and all of them
gave clear evidence that the sight was arousing, but this was different. I felt
exposed, not just my bare flesh, but my soul. Trembling, I waited for this
man’s touch, unable to move my arms that were trapped in the sleeves of the
hideous dress. Now I know how a rabbit feels in a trap , I thought.
Russ lifted a
hand to lightly heft my left breast, drawing his finger across the nipple and
over to the other. Staring alternately into my eyes and at the creamy globes he
toyed with, he licked his lips slowly. God, I wanted that tongue on the taut
beads that tipped my nipples now. Moisture was gathering between my legs,
unheeded. Vulnerable, trussed like a turkey ready for roasting, I did the only
thing I could to break the spell and make him take me. I heaved my chest with a
deep breath, thrusting my breasts forward.
His eyes lit
with desire, but with what must have cost him an effort of iron discipline,
Russ stayed the course, flicking each nipple in turn until both were standing
at full attention, begging for the touch of his lips and tongue. Shaking with
anticipation, a low moan escaped me, and his lips parted.
Slowly and
with what felt to me like reverence, Russ leaned forward to kiss each nipple,
before gathering my body into his arms and kissing me deeply, his tongue
jousting with mine until I thought I would melt into his body and be consumed. His
mood seemed to have changed, from the directive, almost dangerous whim that
made him virtually tie me up in my dress, to a much slower, gentler mood that
was communicated to me by the lightness of his touch and the tender heat of his
gaze.
Keeping his
incredible eyes on mine, Russ helped me free myself from the confining dress,
and then pulled his thermal shirt off over his head, releasing that
intoxicating scent again. Gently, he laid me down on my side and joined me
there, holding me close, bare breast to bare chest. Something that I couldn’t
define was happening, but it wasn’t the type of lust that I knew from previous
experience. My head was buzzing, and warmth flooded me, bringing with it a rush
of moisture between my legs and a sense of suspended time.
I would have
been content to lie there with his arms around me forever, as his warmth
soothed me and swept away my worries. I could feel his lips moving at my
temple, planting tender kisses there. Then his hand began to stroke me from my
back, down to my ass, where he lingered, circling, soothing the sting and then
slowly back up. My arm was trapped by his, curled around his waist, where all I
could do was stroke him as far as my hand would turn.
“Kitten,” Russ
whispered. “I want to make love to you.”
Confused, I
simply nodded. I would have thought it was obvious I wanted sex too, and that
we were on the way, with this strange foreplay lulling me into something
resembling hypnosis. He tilted my chin up and kissed me again, leaning into me
so that I could feel the bulge between us. My hand was now free, and I reached
between us to undo the button on his jeans.
He rolled back
to give me access, and now I used both hands to unzip and push them and his underwear
down over his hips as he lifted them off the bed. When his cock sprang free, I
couldn’t suppress the moan of desire that escaped me. I put both my hands
around him and squeezed, brushing my thumb across the slit at the top and
spreading the moisture I found there around the crown.
“Kitten, you
set me on fire,” he moaned.
His words had
a similar effect on me,
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