A Wandering Spirit - Sex Stories

A Wandering Spirit

... them. I stretched out my fingers beneath one, lifting it slightly, and felt the soft weight resting upon my fingertips. What must it be like to have two of these? To have them be part of you? I never intend to get fake breasts, so I will never know that feeling.

Releasing Anna's single breast, I extended both hands so each could grasp one. Combining palm and fingertips, I caressed them, felt their velvety softness, and watched each as they moved with my touches. I wanted to remember Anna's breasts and how awesome they felt, so I closed my eyes, and let my fingers paint their picture in my brain. I concentrated on every every curve, the small bumps and ridges on her puffy areolas, and the firm shape of her nipples. With total concentration, my mind banning all distractions, the image recorded in my brain was more detailed than any eyes could produce.

I opened my eyes and was surprised to see Anna stroking her pussy. She caught me staring at her hairy mound and stopped rubbing. Extending her hand to me, I took it. Bringing her fingers to my nose, I inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent, a mix of natural feminine smell mixed with the unmistakable scent of arousal. I moved Anna's fingers to my mouth and licked, tasting the smoky-scented saltiness. "Do you want me to move closer?" asked Anna.

I nodded.

Anna slid forward dragging a trail of wetness over my torso. She spread her right leg outward, extending it off the bed, her foot resting on the floor. Angling ...

... slightly, her left foot arrived adjacent to my head. She bent her knee and pulled her leg toward her, causing her legs to spread, and leaving her pussy just centimeters away from my face.

I was unsure what to do next and wondered if there was some mystical lesbian thing expected of me. I thought back to my times with my former male lovers, but they tended to think of cunnilingus as an appetizer. Something to be finished as quickly as possible before moving on to the main course.

"This is my first time," I confessed to Anna.

"Don't be afraid," she replied.

My eyes were drawn to the magnificent curly hairs covering her mound, and I reached out to touch them. Thick and lush, spreading outward to places where I would never allow my pussy hairs to remain unshaven. My fingers explored the softness, stroking and scratching them softly.

"So nice. Definitely not faux fur," I laughed. Anna's pubic hair was much softer and more pleasant than what my body was lying on.

I threaded my right hand under Anna's upraised leg, wrapped it around her, and pulled her pussy closer. Anna shifted, leaning back slightly, revealing her pussy lips to me. I extended my tongue, and beginning at the bottom of her channel, applied a quick lick with the flat of my tongue. I drew in a breath halfway up. The smell was intense! So pungent, it stung my nose. I went back for a second lick, faster and deeper this time, then pulled back after I applied a quick flick of my tongue to Anna's clit.

I ...