Starved for Touch - Sex Stories

Starved for Touch

... wanted to believe we'd only go so far as masturbation. The thought of watching Anna touch herself had me quickly growing hard. Again I grasped her hand and led her down the hall to the bedroom I'd shared with Caroline.

Anna and I didn't speak while undressing. Our movements were unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world. She took off her dress, revealing the modest bra and panties she wore. I sensed her watching while I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged out of it. When I began taking off my pants, I looked up and saw she was staring at my crotch, her lips slightly parted. She seemed eager to see my erection.

As I stood naked before Anna, she allowed herself to look me over. The flush had returned to her cheeks, and her eyes were bright. I'd lost weight since Caroline's death; eating no longer held any pleasure for me and was simply one of many tasks I forced myself to perform. I was now too thin, almost gaunt, but Anna made no comment about it. Again her gaze settled on my hardness, which I knew was a novel sight for her. "It's just a physical response, remember?" I said with a reassuring smile. "We'll only hold each other."

She met my eyes then. "I'm not afraid. I think every part of you is beautiful." Before I could respond, she unclasped her bra and let it slip from her body. Her breasts were small, with nipples a pale peach color. Her pubic hair was untrimmed. The sight of her made me that much harder. She studied my body's reaction, a...