Aimee - Ch. 06

The direct and suggestive question sent a jolt through her, not just her body but her mind as well. Pleasuring herself in that way was something she had never even considered. She had been taught that such a thing was wrong and dirty ... something that proper girls did not do. She could hardly believe she was considering it now. Denying messages were telegraphing to her and listening to those of her mind she shook her head and meekly said, "No."

"God," she thought. "I don't even know if I would know how!" Even if she could bring herself to do it, she could not imagine doing it without being incredibly embarrassed. But as her mind struggled with the idea, her body was yelling with a resounding Yes. Sensing her struggle, he whispered, "Let's do it together. I want to watch you. We can watch each other." He stood and reached for her hand, "Come."

She felt as though she had lost control of her body as she took his hand and stood, allowing him to lead her to the couch in the living room. She spotted her blouse lying there where it fell the night before and she picked it up and laid it on the table. Her thoughts were racing. The butterflies fluttered through her belly and invaded her chest hindering her breathing. She was unnerved by the realization that if she were to do what he proposed, she would be completely naked for the first time before him.

He led her to one end of the couch and pulled on the tie of the robe around her waist as he drew his own. Her robe fell open, as did his and he leaned to kiss her. She pulled him to her drinking in the warmth of his body. Her lips parted, granting entry to his probing tongue as it danced with her own. Her mind slipped into neutral, and her body took over as the heat of her arousal notched up a few degrees.

He slowly pushed the robe from her shoulders, and it fell from her body. A moment later he shrugged out of his own robe, and they stood there facing one another, totally naked, fully exposed.

He gently guided her down to the couch and then sat on the other end, facing her. "Follow my lead, hon.," he whispered.

She shivered as he ran his fingers lightly over his chest, pausing to gently squeeze each of his nipples, teasing them into stiffness. Hesitating just for a moment, she shyly followed his example, mimicking his movements as she ran her fingers across and under her breasts, cupping them and pressing her turgid nipples between her thumbs and forefingers causing a quake in the core of her body.

She glanced at him, holding his gaze as he smiled and then watched as he moved one hand to his abdomen while continuing to tease the stiffened peaks of his nipples. His fingers bent, he gently scraped his belly with his fingernails as he slipped his left foot to the floor and bent his right knee up against the back of the couch, parting his legs.

He watched with eyes filled with hunger and desire as her hand slipped to her belly and began to make slow, languid strokes on her soft flesh. He heard her breathing grow slightly irregular as her right foot fell to the floor and her left knee copied the position of his right. Her legs fell apart, and he gasped as her swollen labia spread open and her wet, as her pink inner flesh was exposed to his view.

When she saw that he was looking at her, her hand reflexively dropped to cover herself. In doing so, her middle finger slipped into her furrow and her body jerked as it lay across her already swollen clitoris.

His penis quickly swelled and became hard as he held it between thumb and forefinger and began to stroke it. Their eyes flicked repeatedly from the other's face to their groins and back again. He whispered, "You are so beautiful. I want you to cum for me."

His words fanned the flame that was threatening to consume her and with a shudder she began to move her finger intentionally up and down between her slippery inner lips, circling her clitoris on each upward stroke. She watched as he coated his hand with a generous amount of his saliva before he wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his penis and began to stroke up and down squeezing additional lubrication from the tip.

His other hand caressed his testicles as his hips flexed and he moved lower against the arm of the couch. As she watched the movement of his hand on his penis and saw his thumb swiping over and around the smooth and reddened crown her own finger slipped into her entrance, feeling the intense heat.

They watched one another as the scent of arousal wafted over the couch and the pace of their movements steadily quickened. She was the first to gasp, her gasp drawing out into a groan as her hips jerked.

"Yes," he groaned, "do it for me."

On both ends of the couch the wet squishy noises intensified as their breathing grew shallow and rapid. His hand moved up and down his shaft more rapidly as he began to breathe through his mouth and the muscles across his abdomen began to clench.

Her tight entrance gripped two of her fingers as they sawed in and out of her dripping core, her thumb flicking across her clitoris. The protective gate of her virginity limited the depth of her thrusting, but the sensation was delicious as she seemed to instinctively know the right pressure, the right spots, the right speed ... the right moment.

She threw her head back and groaned loudly as she arched her back. Her groan grew into a keening cry as her body tensed and then began to shake uncontrollably as her orgasm overtook her. She felt as though she was falling and drowning at the same time as she gasped repeatedly for air and called his name.

Watching her in the throes of her release he quickly erupted. She watched with lidded eyes as jets of his thick white semen rose high in the air, some of it landing on her foot and shin. He moaned and his body folded at the waist as he continued to stroke. The last few expulsions dripped down over his fingers and dripped onto the couch cushion.

His chest heaving as he lay back again, he began to laugh, and it was contagious. She began to laugh with him, and they continued, feeding off one another's laughter created by the explosive release of sexual tension. They lay on opposite ends of the couch, bodies limp with hands still stroking sensitive flesh, tears of mirth streaking their cheeks.

Thirty minutes later, they found themselves in the shower for the second time that morning, this time together and sensuously lathering one another, including their secret places with slippery soap suds