Emma and I ate our breakfast slowly; in no hurry to speed up our time together and happy to savor the moment. Of course, having a beautiful, mostly naked woman in bed with me as I ate breakfast was not a hard thing to take. She sat cross-legged on the bed; I reclined on my left elbow. I surveyed her sweet body as we sipped coffee and snarfed down scrambled eggs and perfectly cooked bacon.
She was wearing only the briefest pair of lime green cotton panties and white wool socks that were a bit too big for her slender ankles. Her perfect breasts hung delicately off her slender shoulders, highlighted by the firm round tips of her light brown nipples. Her fine shoulder length hair was tied up loosely over her head, loose strands hanging errantly here and there, and her big inquisitive brown eyes shone brightly as we talked.
"You are very brave to fry bacon dressed like that. You put that beautiful skin of yours at great risk," I chided. She did have exquisite skin, as I had always suspected, and had finally gotten to confirm last night.
"I wore a big old apron in the kitchen, but didn't think it was appropriate attire for the bedroom," she joked, her gorgeous eyes smiling over the rim of her coffee cup as she took a sip.
"Well I entirely agree," I said, "although you're still a bit overdressed for my taste."
"Then you might just have to do something about that, won't you?" she teased.
She had the most infectious giggle and a physical allure that was remarkable: sensuous and magnetic. I could only stand her being almost naked and so close for just so long before the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch her took hold. And I could tell she felt the same. She placed the breakfast tray onto the side table by her bed, lay down on her back with her head on a pillow and turned her lovely face to me. I lay on my left side and looked at her extraordinary body draped there before me to explore.
Her smooth skin shone in the filtered morning light and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her lovely breasts lay slightly flattened by her prone position, but they still protruded skyward in a perfect shape, capped by her delicate smooth nipples. Her torso was toned and flat and the smooth line of her lower stomach was interrupted by the elastic band of her panties, cutting sharply across and just above the mound of her pubis. The seductive rise of her pubic bone and the fleshy outline of her labia majora were unmistakable through the tight cotton of her panties. She lay with her right leg on the bed and the other cocked up slightly, accentuating the graceful protuberance of her mons against her upper left thigh. I reached out to touch her.
My right hand drifted slowly over her body. Neither of us spoke; we just languished in the moment; me enjoying the feel and view of her perfect body; she enjoying the soft touch of my fingertips exploring and caressing her skin. My fingers grazed across her nipples, barely touching them, and I could feel her body react and move sensuously. They trailed down and across her smooth tummy, and barely floated along the bulging outline of her pudenda. I could feel the heat of her sex, radiating through the thin stretched fabric of the cotton covering her treasure.
"Mmmmmm. That feels good, Jack. You have a nice touch, sir."
"I'm so glad you invited me to dinner last night, Em. I mean, dinner was great, but spending the evening with you, and then spending the night.... Well, it wasn't what I had intended, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself."
"I did too. And, I hate to admit this, but, it was sort of what I was hoping would happen. I needed to get to know you better to see if you could play a role in something I've been thinking about and planning for a long time."
My fingers continued to float along her contours. I loved the way her nipples stiffened slightly each time I drifted slowly over their pale sepia peaks. But my ears perked up as she intimated some sort of longer range plan that I was not aware of.
"Thinking and planning, huh? Sounds dangerous -- almost like I'm being manipulated -- totally against my own free will, I might add."
She giggled and squirmed a little as my hand rested along her inner thigh, almost touching her cotton covered mound.
"Well, I do have a little plan, I have to say. But if I tell you about, then I'll have to kill you," she joked.
"My God! I'm in the clutches of a black widow," I responded. "Well, I'll take my chances. Tell me about your so-called plan. Tell me what you have up your sleeve," I inquired. "Except you're not wearing any sleeves, so perhaps you should show me what you have inside those tight little panties of yours," I suggested as the palm of my hand cupped the full fleshy outline of her pussy mound. She laughed and squirmed some more under my touch. I could feel the faintest trace of moistness mixed in with the heat of her hot puffy pussy.
"Well, I'm twenty-two and I've been very sexually active since I was a sophomore in high school. I've had lots of experiences with guys my age, but, as much as I've enjoyed the college scene and the parties and all the guys I've been with and all, there are still a lot of things I haven't experienced. And I want to."
My hand drifted up to run along the edges of the exquisite lines and delicate bone structure of her face. She really was gorgeous and I was enjoying the slow seductive game we were playing.
"Okay. Go on," I implored.
"So I've wanted to find a guy that I could...experiment with. Someone older and a bit more experienced. I love sex, as you probably noticed last night."
"That's an understatement," I replied. She giggled again.
"But there are so many things I still need to experience and, well, I thought it would be better to find one person to explore those things with, rather than trying to do it all on my own. I'm not looking for a super long-term relationship. I'm not looking for a husband, at the moment. I just want to find someone to...explore with. Does that make sense to you?"
"Well, yes, it does. But what sorts of things? And why me?"
"Hmmm. Well, like I said, I've done college guys. I wanted someone older and more mature. But there were also certain, how should I say this, physical characteristics that were important to me. You passed those with flying colors."
"I did? I didn't know I was being graded. Like what sort of characteristics?" I queried.
"Well, I knew from attending your class all semester that you had a nice body and were in good shape. But I needed to know you were the right size for me," she said grinning.
"Which means?"
"Not too big and not too small. Not too thick, but not too thin," she smiled as she looked down at my cock, flopped lazily on my thigh. "Just right," she grinned, giving my languid cock a little squeeze. Blood flowed.
"Well, thank you. I think," I replied. She laughed.
"And, most importantly, I wanted to make sure you could keep up with me."
I thought back to the pace of the previous night and remembered the sometimes frantic pace of our sex and her seemingly insatiable need to fuck. It all sounded like I was being recruited for what might shape up to be the ride of a lifetime.
"Where do I sign up?" I asked. She giggled as my fingers continued to trace gentle lines up and down the soft curvature of her body.
"Right here," she oozed, as she stretched her body like a cat in heat.
