Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... out to be boorish idiots.

But she had fond recollections of Tommy. She had come home from her holiday, he had gone home from his. Never to see each other again. What was he doing nowadays, would he be pleased to see her again if she were to look him up? Maybe he was married with children and a dog and she'd be arrested as a stalker.

They had taken a shine to each other over a game of beach-soccer and later on it had developed into a couple of encounters in the dunes where they'd done the deed. Broken their mutual ducks, plucked their cherries.

Afterwards they'd spent much the rest of their holidays together languishing in their hotel rooms exploring each other's bodies. It was strange how she'd been confidently topless on the beach in public, running across the sands with the breeze flowing over her body. But now, in the privacy of her room lying on the bed with her boyfriend she had flushed as he gazed at her laying there exposed, uncovered for him. He traced a finger over her belly, over her ribs and slowly, millimetre by millimetre, spiralling in to her sensitive and erect nipple. She had no breast tissue to speak of, certainly not enough to fill his cupped palm as she yearned to do, but he was unconcerned.

But by the time he reached it, it was tingling and she was leaning in so that he touched it more quickly. Then round and round he circled, teasing her, building the anticipation even further. At last he held it between finger and thumb, squeezing ever so ...

... gently. She could have fainted with exhilaration.

He kissed it but even more exciting than his lips was the warm breath as he exhaled. Unable to bear it any longer she put her arm around his head and mashed his face against herself, her nipple now between his teeth.

Once she'd recovered herself, she pushed him down to her stomach. Now his breath was on her groin and he repeated the process, running his fingers through the wisps of fair hair that she had down below then tracing the pink crinkles of her labia. With her legs wide apart, she allowed Tommy to stroke her, discovering her moistness and her clitoris that was so prominent and eager to be played with.

She wriggled around to allow him to continue while she returned the compliment, feeling the firmness of his midriff and the softness of the hair that framed his male organ. He was already engorged of course with the eagerness of youth, just as she'd read about in those magazine stories aimed at impressionable females. She practised easing back the skin that hid his glans, purple-red and glistening in the sunlight.

It fascinated her, she was nervous of touching him there; it looked so tender. Instead she moved down to study the parts that had been ignored in the magazines, the parts that she had only really seen depicted in textbooks. His balls were held snugly against his body, but as she nudged him there there was a slow ripple across the skin that reminded her weirdly of the movement of a snake's scales. She ...