Pining for Madison - Sex Stories

Pining for Madison

... most intimate part of Madison.

I had longed for this moment for so long. I could not believe how my evening was going.

As I sat down on the corner of her bed, I found myself gripping the bed post.

Madison reached to the waistband of her leggings, and peeled them down her long smooth legs, before removing them completely and showing me the soft pink panties, she was wearing.

As my heart raced faster, I gripped even tighter on to the bed post.

She slipped her fingers inside her delicate underwear and just before she pulled them down, she gave me a quick look, as if to say - are you ready for this. In one sweeping movement, her underwear was round her ankles.

My jaw dropped.

"So, what do you think?"

"It's... it's beautiful."

I didn't quite know how else to describe it.

She walked over to me, so I could see it better. Her mound was shaven, but not completely hairless. The outline of her lips were visible. It was everything I thought it would be and more.

"Do you want a closer look?"

I nodded emphatically.

Madison jumped up onto her bed, turned around to sit down and parted her legs.

I sat there, just staring at it, as if I were in a trance. Madison had really surprised me by how uninhibited she was.

"Do you want to draw it or something, for your report?" Madison asked.

I fumbled for my notebook, not once taking my eyes off her. Then blindly fished for my pencil.

I tried to put pencil to paper, but I couldn't. My hand was shaking ...

... too much.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Peachy."

I tried to draw again, this time breaking the pencil nib completely.

"Um, my pencil broke," I announced.

"Oh, here, take mine."

Madison handed me her pencil and I tried again.

"Here, you probably want some detail."

With that, Madison put her fingers over her mound and parted her lips.

I gulped loudly.

Now I could see everything, oh my god, could I see everything. I still couldn't believe that Madison was showing me all of this.

I had given up trying to draw, I could barely engage my brain at this point, let alone sketch out anything.

"Any questions?"

I had hundreds, but again, could I articulate them? Could I Fuck.

"What's that?" I pointed at the small bump on the front, like the proverbial village idiot.

"What?"

"That," I repeated, then leaned forward pointing, my finger dangerously close to touching her.

Madison looked down to see where I was pointing, she shuffled slightly and that's when it happened. My fingertip darted forward, and I touched it.

"Whoa!" Madison cried out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to that. Did I hurt you then?"

"No, it was nice. You just hit my clitoris."

"So that's what it was. So if I kept touching it, you would have..."

"Oh yeah, big time."

"Do you touch it a lot?" I asked, then suddenly realising the personal nature of the question.

"Are you asking if I 'take care of myself'?"

"Sorry, you don't have to answer that."

"Do you?" ...