How Bean Became Loving - Sex Stories

How Bean Became Loving

... somewhere in a secluded place. On the eve of her birthday she spent the night dressing and redressing trying to find the right outfit for the occasion out of her limited wardrobe. She finally decided on a smart navy dress she thought she looked quite good in. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was no longer the string-bean she was as a child. She was still slender but her chest had blossomed somewhat and grown curves at her waist and hips, her raven hair was shorter than most girls but tidy. Her warm caramel skin was unblemished and her dark eyes glinted with determination. She was an elegant young lady and by the time her birthday was over she would be fully a woman. Bean started her birthday with her family of course. Richard came by in the morning and joined the Jeters in an early lunch, and then the couple drove off. When they arrived Richard parked and they walked to a little meadow in the trees. They found a comfortable spot and laid out the blankets. They sat quietly and enjoyed the scenery and each other’s company; or maybe they were silently assessing the palpable tension in the air. Finally they relaxed enough to chat, and finally Richard gently touched Bean’s chin turning her face to his to begin an endless kiss. The tension that was still surrounding them soon broke into passion and lust. Bean maneuvered Richard so he sat and climbed onto his lap. She kissed him more, their tongues intertwined and she pressed her body to his. They had only rarely tongue ...

... kissed before but today nothing else would do. Her breasts smashed against his chest and her hips ground on his. Richard’s hands came up to grip her rear pulling her closer to him. This pressed the crotch and the fabric of her skirt against his hard khaki-clad erection. His hands cupped her bottom so lovingly yet greedily that she could tell that it must’ve been something he had wanted to do for quite a while. She could have pondered his infatuation with her ass if the sensations from her own sex didn’t make such reflections impossible. She squirmed against him, knowing that only a few layers of cloth separated them. His cock nestled between her pussy lips even if a dress, pants, and two pairs of underwear were in the way. He tried pulling her even closer, his hands each grasping an ass cheek; they were already as close as possible so the motion simply caused them to rock against each other. The friction made him moan while her crotch dry humped into his. Richard’s moan was answered by one of her own as her passion increased. Bean separated her lips from his and their eyes locked her brown piercing his crystal blue. Her hands reached behind her back to unbutton the dress. The front fell away revealing her brassiere and the tops of her breasts. Then as the last button was undone the dress fell to her waist. She gripped it and lifted it over her head, then tossed it to the side. She looked down at his stunned look and leaned in to kiss him again. Her hands now went to the buttons ...