Georgina in the library - Sex Stories

Georgina in the library

... close. I could tell that all her gymnastics training made her extremely strong, as well as flexible. I kissed my way slowly down from underneath her left ear, down her neck, and her moans grew a little in intensity. “Oh that’s nice,” she moaned when I approached the base of her neck. But then when I moved my fingers to her throat to unzip her training top, I met with resistance. “Wait,” she whispered, “I didn’t get time to shower after gymnastics.” “I doesn’t matter,” I said, with a soothing tone I hoped to encourage her to open up, without feeling in any way f***ed. “I want you, just the way you are.” I tasted her lips once again, and felt her resistance melt away, and she was actively unfastening her training jacket by herself, drawing the zip slowly down her chest to reveal the sleek, dark material of her leotard beneath. I felt her petite frame rise to my touch as my hands roamed over her tight leotard, exploring her tantalising curves. She had a fairly typical gymnast’s figure: agile, with a flat stomach and small waist. While her breasts were fairly small, they appeared very sensitive to my soft caresses. I brushed my palms gently over her chest, finding her nipples hard now, poking up against the thin material. Through her leotard, I teased the little buttons, forcing out some louder moans from Georgina though our lips were still locked firmly together, while her pretty eyes flashed at me with unbridled lust. As I continued to caress the soft curves of her breasts, ...

... grazing her nipples with the tips of my fingers, I slowly kissed my way down her neck once again, taking it further this time without the hindrance of her jacket, to the edge of her gymnastics costume. That daintily musty aroma from her earlier workout was a touch stronger lower down, but only seemed to spur me on, stirring my bl**d and making my heart pound in my chest. I wanted so much more. I was careful to watch for any signs that she might be uncomfortable with how far we were taking this — we had, after all, only really known each other for a brief time. But she seemed in no mood to stop, quietly groaning as I took one of her little buds in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue through the thin leotard while my hands continued to coax her breasts and sweep down to explore the elegant curves of her waist and back. “You’re so beautiful,” I said in barely more than a whisper, and she just beamed at me in reply before moaning once again as I slipped my fingers under the edge of her relatively low-cut leotard, to glide over her bare skin and down to those stiff little nipples. I felt her tremble as I touched her bare breasts, her body writhing at the sensations flowing through her. Stroking her nipples with my fingers, I caressed her belly with my lips, breathing in that alluring scent while planting kisses over her graceful contours. Her aroma grew stronger as I approached the waistband of her sweatpants and I thought I detected the first traces of her arousal. I couldn’t get ...