That was the first time he had seen her naked and never had he seen such a more beautiful body. She was exquisite, symmetrical, and perfect in every dimension. Briefly, he saw part of her tits a few times when they made out in his parked truck, but it was dark and she was so very modest that she wouldn't allow him to turn on the overhead doom light for a better peek of her body. She covered her nakedness, as soon as she realized that by the moonlight that filtered in his truck he could see more than she thought. He wanted to turn on his doom light so that he could get a better look at her tits and nipples. Guys are so visual and it was so very frustrating when she denied him that stimulating pleasure and he imagined her tits later that night when he was alone and horny.
He had the impulse to open his truck door on the pretense that he needed to spit, only he didn't open his door for fear that she'd be embarrassed that he saw her naked breast clearly in the light of the dome. He so wanted to see her tits. Only, he feared that she'd get dressed and demand that he drive her home. And he didn't spit because, he figured, she'd have something to say about him spitting in public, no doubt, making him feel guilty that somehow his spit polluted the environment or poisoned the water supply, whatever.
As ludicrous as that sounded to him that she'd say something about him spitting in public, she was so damn opinionated when it came to environmental issues. Yet, if that was his cross to bear having to listen to her rant about what man is doing to nature, then she was certainly worth having to listen to her complain about polluters. She was his dream woman and was so damn beautiful and perfect in every way that he was able to see beyond those inconveniences of her unrelenting public opinion and ranting regarding the destruction of the Earth.
Because of her constant tutelage he learned so much more about nature and the ecology since he started dating her, but obviously, being such a reluctant student, he had so much more to learn. Readily he'd be a better study if the subject was her physiology and his hands-on sexual education with her. Nonetheless, with winning her heart as his motivation to learn more about conservationism, he was hooked on the ecology and the betterment of the Earth.
By the feel of her boobs as with the feel of the rest of her body then, he could tell that she had wonderful tits and a voluptuous body. Now, from the sight of her she surely did have all of that and more. He couldn't wait to get her in bed. He couldn't wait to lie beside her naked and to touch, feel, and caress her everywhere. He couldn't wait to experience all of her sexually, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
Dating for nearly 4 months, their relationship had progressed slower than he had wanted. She seemed shy, reserved, and almost modest, so much so that he wondered if she was a virgin. 'That would explain so much, if she was a virgin,' he thought. Surely, it had to be that. She's a virgin. Only, he hoped that she had more sexual experience than that. Then, again, her being a virgin could be a good thing.
Accustomed to women who'd agree to having sexual relations on the first date, dating Lisa was a bit sexually frustrating. Sometimes, she wouldn't even allow him to feel her tits through her clothes while they made out in his parked truck, a difficult activity to resist when you are French kissing a woman so gorgeous and you imagine her breasts and body to be so spectacular. Yet, no matter, she was worth the wait most times until he couldn't stand it and had to relieve himself sexually once alone with his hand while thinking of her naked.
Now, here she is...naked. Naked, she's naked. She's totally naked wearing not a stitch of clothing. He couldn't believe she's standing there naked before him, as if she is fully dressed. Did I mention that she was naked? Yep, she sure was naked alright. Where's her modesty now?
He really liked her, but waiting for her to catch up with him sexually was a challenge. He had become accustomed to the new sexuality that the younger women of today possessed and receiving a blowjob sometimes on the first date was not all that unusual. Hell, the women he had dated in the past didn't even think giving a blowjob was sex, but he did and unfortunately she certainly did without doubt, which is why his cock never graced her hand never mind her mouth.
He figured she didn't even give blowjobs, never mind wondering if she swallowed or not. Well, at least, if she was a virgin and had never given anyone a blowjob, he'd be her one and only for everything. Her inexperience could be a bit fun and something that he'd never experience before with any other woman. It could prove fun showing her what to do and how to do it. It could prove fun to teach her about sex, sexuality, and erotica. Yes, it could be fun.
She was worth the wait, he hoped, however, and he was willing to wait for her to catch up to him. He had hoped she'd be a wildcat when she finally blossomed sexually, which sometimes happens with sexually deprived women who are out of step with the sexuality of the times, but he never expected this display of nearly public nudity so soon with her answering her front door naked. It was totally unexpected, especially after their last date when she wouldn't even let him suck her tits.
'Wow! Man, she has a hot body,' he thought. 'Hello sexy lady.'
She was certainly beautiful enough with her long black hair, round mahogany eyes, and high cheek bones. He figured she was Eurasian when he first met her, Japanese and American, he thought. He never figured that she was a Native American Indian, a member in good standing of the Sioux tribe at that. She had a dynamite body from what he could tell by the cut of her tight jeans and the curve of her fitted tops. Now, after seeing her naked, he never thought she had this good of a body. She was incredible.
He could just see her in a short, brown suede, dress decorated with colorful beads and fringe and an Indian headband with a single feather. That outfit was a bit of a sexual fantasy outfit for him and he'd like to make love to her while she was dressed like that. She had such beautiful skin, reddish brown like a piece of fruit, a ripe Bosch pear. Never had anyone touched his heart in the way that she made his knees weak and his stomach flutter. Big Chief makes love to Indian squaw always went through his mind whenever he thought of her dressed in such a fashion. All he needed to complete his dream was a bear skin rug, a fireplace, and a fine bottle of wine.
