How Bean Became Loving - Sex Stories

How Bean Became Loving

... of his white dress shirt. She got halfway down his chest before his hands stopped her. She leaned back to look at his now earnest face. “Are you sure?” Bean nodded just as earnestly “You don’t mind me being more than five years older than you?” She shook her head “My Pa’s more than fifteen years older than my Mom.” “You don’t mind that I’m white and you’re colored either.” “We aren’t the same, but I’m partly of the Rappahanock tribe and part Negro. So two that weren’t the same got together to make me.” She set her hands back to the buttons and continued opening his shirt. He didn’t interrupt the task this time; instead he pulled her head down so their lips met again. This hampered her progress but she soon had his shirt fully unbuttoned. She had gotten the top button of his trousers undone, when her courage faltered. Richard slowly pulled his lips away from hers. “It’s fine if you aren’t ready.” “I am ready,” she sounded defiant but couldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m not going to rush you.” “You don’t have to. I’m ready.” He let the undone dress shirt slide off his shoulders to the ground. Then said “okay.” and stood, helping her up as well. He shucked off his pants and stood before her in his shorts. His arms opened and she walked into the embrace. Their arms wrapped around each other and their bodies pressed together. Standing he was a bit taller than her. The crotch of his under shorts pushed against her naval while her own underwear rested against his thigh. The heat of their ...

... skin dissolved Bean’s nervousness. She leaned away from him and looked up into his clear blue eyes again. Her hands went behind her back to unclasp her bra laying her chest bare to his eyes. She took one of his hands and brought it from her waist to her breast. The rough skin teased her body till the warm palm rested over her nipple. A very pleasant shudder ran through her and she enjoyed a few more moments kissing him. She let her mouth open and let her tongue emerge to taste his lips. His tongue joined and teased hers. Richard’s hand that was still at her waist fell down to cup her ass again and he pulled her hard against him. His prick (she’d never used words like that before though had heard them often enough) was at it’s hardest and she could feel moisture from the top where it strained through his shorts. She took a deep breath and moved her hand down to grasp the tool. It felt large but still friendly; it wasn’t frightening to her at all now that she held it. Richard’s reaction was gratifying he stroked into Bean’s hand, letting out a growl of pleasure. She moved her hand along his shaft a few times, found the buttons at the front of his shorts and managed to slip a few fingers to grip him without any cloth barrier. Richard, at the same time, reciprocated; simultaneously sliding his thumb and fingers at her breast so that he could gently roll her nipple, while the hand at her butt slid lower so his fingertips began massaging her never before touched pussy. Well, never ...