Strange Taste - First Love - Sex Stories

Strange Taste - First Love

... toilet, sink and bath as clean as you’d expect to find them,’ her finicky mother said.

Georgie bent down, plucked out her hairball and threw it in the toilet. Dabbing her eyes, she took in the array of lady’s cosmetics crammed onto the vanity shelf. There was a Mum roll-on deodorant. She rubbed it on her hairy armpits.

The mirror had steamed up. She opened the window and stared out at the starry night sky, feeling ridiculously small and lonely. On the shelf was a phial of perfume. Georgie took the atomiser and sprayed the scent on the back of her hand: the heady aroma of roses. Feeling ashamed for using the mature woman’s fragrance, she quickly sprayed her fingers, dabbed the love potion behind each ear, fluffed her hair, wrapped the towel around her waist and padded back into the bedroom. The music had stopped playing in the lover’s discotheque.

He was lying on his back, sound asleep, making stertorous nasal noises. Georgie sealed his mouth with hers, dangling her tongue inside his, teasing him delicately, savouring his strange taste, kissing him awake with a start. He smelt her fragrance. His head span. Their lips parted.

She whispered, ‘I have to go now. Come and say goodbye to me.’

She switched on the light. He blinked in utter astonishment. Georgie looked sensational. They stood on the plush crimson deep-pile carpet embracing. He ran his fingers through her damp hair, down her neck, over her knobbly spine, as far as the small of her back. She felt him ...

... stir against her belly through the towel. She wanted to know his name.

He mumbled incoherently, smothering his face in her clean, fresh hair, nuzzling her neck, behind her ears, loving the scent of her, kissing her soft earlobes.

Georgie sighed contentedly:so, this is the love, the tenderness, the intimacy I need.

She felt him tear off her towel. His hands grasped her fleshy buttocks, drawing her to him. His rigid flesh stood proudly for her, pressing insistently into the slight round of her belly,

‘Want toplease you, Georgie.’

She started to cry, venting her frustration, ‘You can’t! I don’t have any protection left.’

‘Wait!’ she added, after a brief silence, ‘I have an idea. Give me your hand.’

After Georgie had finished, he watched her squat beside the bed, wiping her sweaty body. He cherished her like this, recovering, her nipples stiff burnt caramel, her breasts heaving, her soft, hairy mound glistening with intimate dew, her protruding scarlet lips. She smiled fondly at him, reclining lazily on the bed, hands behind his head, his puddle of grey messing the manly growth of hair on his belly, testament to her hand’s tender caress.

She sighed, ‘That was really lovely. Thank you.’

‘Did you cum?’

Georgie bloomed and blushed, ‘What do you think?

He was thrilled for her, ‘I’m glad.’

‘Here.’

She wiped the sweat off her breasts and handed him her wad of tissues, to his surprise. ‘What am I meant to do with these?’ he asked.

Georgie pulled up ...