The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... process.

Danielle was standing next to the chair for my desk. Once out of her shoes, she turned her back to me and positioned herself in front of the chair. Then standing legs apart, she bent over to take hold of the chair's back rest and presented her ass to me. Needing no further instruction, I stepped forward and slipped two fingers from each hand into either side of her loosened waistband. I pulled her trousers down, exposing a bright pink thong nestled between each cheek. As I continued to draw her trousers down over her hips- kneeling down as I did so - I was rewarded with a close up view of her butt. I pulled her trousers down until they could drop to the floor. Now on my knees, I was staring directly at her smooth round ass, and the gusset of her thong, in the middle of which was a noticeable dark, wet patch.

Confidence buoyed by her stance as she presented her wet pussy to me, without even asking, I reached up and pressed the damp patch with my finger, tracing the outline of her warm slit through the slick fabric. The next thing I felt was her hand on top of mine, guiding it forward between her legs and up towards her clit. I had watched enough porn to understand the theory here, but actually feeling Danielle's pussy through her thong, it was harder to distinguish exactly what was what. I decided I needed to remove the barrier to get a better feel and I knew at this point Danielle would have no issues with me doing just that. Keeping my right hand on the ...

... area where Danielle had guided it to, I slipped a finger of my left hand under the thin piece of fabric covering her wet pussy lips. Then I pulled the fabric to the side, exposing her pussy to my sight for the first time. Moist lips glistened invitingly in the rays of sunlight streaming through the closed window blinds. Running my finger forward to draw aside what remained of her thong I exposed her mound. I was surprised to feel that it wasn't entirely smooth. Danielle was by no means hairy but I could distinctly feel soft thin hairs run along the back of my finger as I peeled away her underwear. In retrospect my online introduction to female genetalia probably didn't paint an entirely realistic representation of what to expect. The finger of my right hand, unmoved from where Danielle had guided it to, could now slip easily between her labia and in doing so I felt the small firm point near the top of her slit. I knew this was what I should concentrate on if I wanted to give Danielle the orgasm she had insisted on in our contract.

I began to focus on massaging Danielle's ever more engorged clit - trying various patterns to see what prompted a positive response. As I did so, I found that a figure of eight motion combined with a medium pressure seemed to cause her to moan most consistently. She was also moving her hips to control things somewhat. Coordinating the movement took a lot of concentration - a welcome distraction that helped to control my own building excitement. ...