Aimee awakened to the deep sonorous tones of the grandfather clock in the living room as it struck eleven o'clock. It required a few moments for her to come fully awake and to orient herself to her surroundings. The memory of what had happened in the previous few hours rushed over her like a tidal wave and brought her fully awake.
He continued to sleep soundly as she carefully extracted herself from the tangle of limbs in which they were entwined. As she sat up, her eyes caught sight of his groin, exposed above the duvet that had been thrown across his thighs. She had begun to recognize the meaning of the physical sensations in her own body, and they stirred at the sight. She hesitated for a moment, but her hesitancy was overcome by her curiosity.
She quietly slid down the mattress and quietly lay her head on his abdomen. Her face was just inches from his thatch of pubic hair. She breathed in deeply the of his musky scent as her eyes roved over the landscape of his toned leg muscles and his tanned and hairy thighs. Her head rose and fell on the wave-like motion of his stomach as he breathed the breath of deep sleep.
His penis looked so much different than it had earlier in the evening. It was small, soft, and lay limply bent in the middle of his thick pubic hair. It put her in mind of a naked baby bird in its nest, exposed and vulnerable. She pursed her lips and gently blew across it and saw it twitch lightly. She smiled to herself and wondered if it would offend him if she told him she thought it was 'cute'. Placing her hand lightly on his thigh she blew again, and it swelled slightly and began to roll as it started to straighten. She was fascinated by the movement and felt the urge to touch him.
As the heat grew between her legs, she lifted her hand from his thigh and, extended her finger, she laid it near the base of his penis just above the sack containing his testicles. He was so soft, warm, and a bit sticky. She could feel his pulse. His penis twitched again as he shifted his other leg, bending his knee and spreading his legs in the process.
She smiled and moved her fingers lower, grazing the soft, wrinkled pouch between his legs. She marveled at the fluid, slippery motion of the orbs it contained as she hefted them on her fingertips, measuring their weight. She was rewarded with another twitch of his shaft as it uncoiled a little further, this time even lifting the tip into the air for just a second. As she watched, his member grew visibly in its tumescence, and it hardened under her touch. She smiled as the wrinkles disappeared with the stretching of the skin. The head of his penis began to become shiny as it swelled and the ridge behind the cap became prominent giving it a mushroom shape. She touched the tip with her finger, and it jerked upward, this time remaining slightly elevated instead of dropping down again.
She felt increasing warmth between her legs and the tightening of her nipples as she realized that he was responding to her, even as he slept. She sharply recalled the moment his lips touched between her legs a few hours previously. The muscles of her belly clenched, and she squeezed her thighs together. She was overcome with the urge to kiss him there. What would it be like to taste him as he had tasted her. Was that perverted? Was it wrong? It seemed dirty but the thought of doing it aroused her even further.
