My Second Time Pt.1 - Sex Stories

My Second Time Pt.1

... Claire repeated as that tormenting fingernail circled the head of my cock like a vulture idly inspecting its prey. So I did. After I finished Clare was silent for a moment. "With friends like that you don't need enemies. I'm flattered that I was the lucky one to take you home with me," she said in a soft undertone, and passed the tip of each middle finger quickly over the tip of her tongue like someone about to turn the page of a book. Then those same moistened fingertips traveled down to the areola surrounding each nipple and moved purposefully round and round causing both to quickly rise up like mini-erections. Of course, I had never seen anyone do that before, and my own erection loomed forth prodigiously against the fabric of my pants. Claire looked down at it, and licking her lips, said, "Oh, my! Off! Off! Get them off!" she cried, obviously as excited as I was. "I want to see. I want to suck!" she grasped her left breast with her right hand and pulled on the nipple with the other as though masturbating. The only sound in the bedroom was my belt unbuckling, followed by the lowering of my zipper. Then pants dropped to the floor with a thud. In my haste, I almost ripped my shorts off. Soon afterward, I was bending down and hobbling on one foot as I removed my socks and shoes while standing. Lastly, I pulled my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it casually on a nearby chair and stood there, penis erectus, ready to conquer the world. Claire put her feet firmly on the floor ...

... and wriggled out of her panties. Her dampened pubic hair sparkled from the reflected light pouring in the window. That image is also vivid now, as I pause from my writing ... her fingers wandered under the elastic and peeled those lime green panties from her body. She was completely naked now, except for the lime green panties in her hand. I recall envying the shadows hovering upon her skin. I had this overpowering urge to lick and kiss her everywhere, though I still harbored certain reservations about things that were considered taboo by the guys. Claire's breasts were full, particularly in contrast with her narrow waist and thin arms, their nipples, still taut from her earlier massage pointed upward. Her pubic hair parted naturally, affording me a glimpse of her vagina whose swollen lips awaited me. Soon, I thought, soon. I took a firm grip on myself. With a giggle, Claire twirled her underpants over her head on one finger round and round until finally they flew off her hand and landed at my feet. "Lucky shot," she said, giggling some more as she sank slowly before me to the floor. I picked them up and held them to my nose and inhaled. The musky odor assailed my nostrils. I closed my eyes and found myself heady with lust. "Why not wear them over your face?" Claire asked, smiling. I pulled them over my head. "Can you smell my pussy?" She asked lewdly. "Oh yes. Yes I can. And it's a wonderful smell Claire," I said reassuringly, surprised that I could see her clearly through ...