Colette's breath caught and her body stilled, a flush blooming in her cheeks and working its way down the rest of her body. Oh God, she thought, had he seen the everything? She slowly moved her right arm to cover her breasts, the other reaching for the corner of the bedspread. Wyatt quickly moved into the room and closed the door behind him, leaning against it. He, too, was embarrassed for being caught, but his cock had other ideas. It was begging for release, and it wanted it to be in the beautifully naked woman lying six feet away from him.
"I-I, um, don't know what to say," Colette stammered out, her body tired from her previous administrations but reawakening as she watched Wyatt stare at her lush body. How is it possible, she thought, as her body began to tingle and ripen under his gaze.
Wyatt nearly moaned as he watched her legs begin to move restlessly and her nipples tighten. He cautiously moved closer to her, his cock growing harder and his balls heavier with each step.
Colette's breathing quickened, watching him advancing to her bed, making no more moves to cover herself.
"I have a problem, Colette," Wyatt said, his voice soft and husky. "A problem that only you can help with,"
Colette shifted, sitting upright on the pile of pillows, unintentionally giving Wyatt a better view of her body. Wyatt moved to sit at the end of the bed, closing his eyes as he inhaled her fragrance. He took in her beautiful breasts, heavy and full with beautiful cherry coloured nipples popping out and ready to be plucked, trim waist that flowed into wide hips, and the beautiful sight of a virgin cunt, still swollen and glistening from Colette's pleasure session. Unable to restrain himself any more, he opened his trousers to allow his cock to breathe. Colette's sharp intake of breath made him smile.
"Haven't you ever seen one this close before, Colette?" he asked, running his hand slowly up and down its length. Colette shook her head, entranced. Wyatt gave himself another couple strokes and then moved to sit beside Colette at the head of the bed. He turned his head to stare into Colette's eyes, trying to judge how nervous she was over this situation.
Colette was torn between the propriety that had been instilled in her at a young age and her growing curiosity at all things sexual. Keeping her eyes on his, she shifted a little to better face him. Placing her right hand on the mattress to lean on, she set her left hand on Wyatt's thigh. His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared, but neither of them moved. A scant heartbeat of time went by before she trailed her hand up his thigh to rest directly beside his cock. It was at full attention, aching for someone to touch it. And Wyatt hoped that Colette would be the one to do it.
"Don't be afraid to touch it, Colette. I want you to," This was as close to pleading as Wyatt has ever come. His cock ached for the soft touch of her beautiful hands.
Colette bit her lip in concentration, taking a deep breath as she moved her hand to trail her fingers up and down his cock. Wyatt's groan of appreciation made her slightly bolder, wrapping her hand around its thickness.
"You'll have to tell me what to do, Wyatt," Colette said softly, staring directly into his eyes. "I've never done this before,"
"You're doing just fine, Colette. Just keep..." Wyatt groaned loudly, cutting his own speech off, as Colette gripped a little firmer and moved her hand up and down his cock slowly. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes, succumbing to the sensations coursing through his body. Colette's hand gripped even tighter and moved faster, feeling his cock grow harder and go shades darker. Wyatt's breathing quickened and he felt the beginnings of his orgasm course through his body. His hips began to pump upwards, thrusting his cock into her hand, feeling his balls tighten only moments before he started cumming.
"Oh God, Colette," he moaned as he came, thick white ropes pulsing out of him. He reached over and grabbed a handful of her hair, crushing his mouth to hers as her hand moved quickly over him, waiting for the very last drop to spill out. He shuddered once, twice, then stilled. Colette's hand stopped stroking and she pulled away from him, her eyes wide. She had never been kissed before that passion-infused moment. Wyatt took her chin between his forefinger and thumb and held it there, staring into the endless green. A rapid knocking at the door startled them, Colette flying to grab her chemise and Wyatt ducked into the bathroom.
Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she called "Come in" and sat at the edge of the bed. Mary entered, closing the door partially behind her.
