Reluctant Rescue - Sex Stories

Reluctant Rescue

... wait to find out. “Oh, God, Laban,” she rested against his chest. “That was incredible. Let me rest a minute. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. You make me feel so sexy.” He held her for a minute and then began to stroke the silky skin of her back. He traced her spine with his fingers and she shivered as goose bumps tickled her arms. He continued to touch her with just the tips of his fingers. He ran down to the waistband of the little blue panties and his hands slid inside to cover the swelling cheeks inside. He was amazed at how muscular she was. Her butt was very soft next to the skin, but hard as a rock underneath the surface. She flexed it underneath his hands and he squeezed in response. She giggled and made the cheeks dance. “You have an amazing ass,” he told her. “This is what made a lot of actresses and pop stars famous. You’re shaped as least as awesome as they are.” “Thanks, Laban. I work on it a lot.” “It shows. I want these off,” he tugged at her panties. She rolled off him and pushed her butt up off the bed so that she could slide the panties down over smooth legs and tiny feet. She swung back aboard and his eyes were drawn immediately to that intriguing little patch of white-blonde curls. She was otherwise bare and beautiful. She eased his shorts and boxers off and he immediately sprang to attention. She pressed herself against him and it presented an obscene and erotic picture as her pale pink lips spread themselves and slid up and down his ...

... erection. She grasped him in her hand as he moved his hands to her hips and used him to rub her clitoris. It became enlarged and flushed, and she quivered in anticipation. She raised herself over him and slotted his head between her lips. He saw some degree of fear in her eyes and it tore at his heart. “Andrea, we don’t have to do this now,” he told her. “No, I want to,” she said. “I know you won’t make me do anything I don’t want to. I’m going to have to get past this sometime. I want to do it badly; I just don’t like pain. I know there’s going to be some. Just be patient with me.” “Take what you can,” he told her. “Pain isn’t fun. I never want to hurt you, but I’m going to at first.” She bit her lower lip and lowered herself over him. The pressure built to a nearly intolerable level and then the head slipped through with a popping sensation and she gave a little squeal. “Oh, my sweet Jesus, Laban. It feels like I have a telephone pole in me,” she gasped. “Don’t move and let me get used to it for a minute.” He didn’t move. He pulled her down against him until her breasts were crushed against chest. She lay there panting for several moments and then she moved downward, taking an inch inside. She shook and panted again, but didn’t take so long to recover and advance. She seemed to be stuck. “Something’s wrong,” she told him. “I’m at the end.” “No,” he told her, “you’re not. You told me you’d never done this before, right?” “Yes, you’re the first. Why do you ask?” “You’re a virgin, ...