I woke early the next morning, Saturday, the day already warm where the scant hours of darkness had failed to cool the air. As my mind became awake, I remembered the events of the night before as I became conscious that these had, in fact, happened and were not part of the erotic dreams which had been filling my mind during my slumber. These dreams were, however more than enough to ensure that I had woken with more than the beginnings of an erection.
I turned over to look at the bedside clock, which informed me that it was approaching 7am. Knowing that the house would start to get up ready for breakfast at about 8, I sat myself up in bed. Somewhere in the depths of my mind were small twinges of guilt over what I had allowed to happen the previous evening, but these were overridden by thoughts of missed opportunity. Last night, I could have fucked Jenny there and then. My plan was to seduce her slowly, to get her so worked up, so expectant that she would be virtually, or actually, begging me. I was worried that she may now be regretting what had happened and what want nothing else to do with it. Had my chance passed?
I dragged myself out of bed and, having slept naked, pulled on my robe. Checking the landing, I left the bedroom, pulled the door closed and made my way across to Jenny's room. Her door was open, so I entered and pushed it quietly closed behind me. She was lying on the bed, on her back, wearing a long night-time T-Shirt. The Winnie the Pooh motif emblazoned across the front was a reminder of the innocence of this beautiful young woman.
"Hi," she said.
I jumped slightly, having expected her to be asleep.
"Hi," I answered, making my way across to the bed, "you're awake." I had a knack for stating the obvious.
"Yes, I haven't slept much really."
"Oh, what kept you awake?"
"You!" To my relief, she smiled as she said it, although blushing at the same time. "I couldn't believe you left things where they were last night. I felt sure you were going to do it to me."
"I told you, Jenny, if you want me to, I will, just not quite yet. You have to wait until I think you are ready."
"I am ready," she almost pleaded. She suddenly blushed very red. "I rubbed myself twice last night and that still wasn't really enough."
"Did you come both times?" I asked her matter-of-factly.
"Yes," she said, still blushing.
I sat down on the bed and she raised herself to a sitting position. I reached over and placed my hand on her cheek before gently kissing her on the lips. I moved my hand slowly down, to touch her small firm breasts under her T-Shirt. My cock was already rampant and I moved my hand away to untie my robe. As I did, Jenny lifted her T-shirt over her head and threw it to the floor. For the first time, I saw her naked.
Her breasts were just as I had imagined, small, firm and deliciously pert. I was surprised at how small her nipples were, especially as they seemed to be in their fullest state of arousal. I cupped a breast in each hand and ran my thumbs across her nipples, causing her to sigh.
"Can we do it now?" She asked.
I smiled at the way she continued to say 'do it', her language was another sign of her innocence, which bordered on naivety. It also made me clearer in my mind what I was going to wait for. I wasn't going to tell her, I was just going to wait for it to happen. I was confident now, that it would.
"No, Jenny, we must wait." I told her.
She looked crestfallen. "How about if I do this?" I was a little surprised as she reached out and grabbed my cock and started long, quick strokes. Heaven! I allowed probably about a dozen strokes before I stopped her, not wanting to come right at that point.
"OK, lie back on the bed, part your legs and raise your knees," I instructed. I knew exactly what she thinking as she complied without question, but I was about to disappoint her again. "Now, I want you to rub yourself again, like you did last night."
She hesitated, so I moved to reassure her. "It's OK, it's a natural thing to do, and it'll help to relieve some of the tension you've built up overnight. I'd like to watch, to see how well you do it."
She slowly moved her hand towards her delicious pussy, which was glistening with moisture. It was all I could do to stop myself reaching out to do it myself, but I allowed to her take her own time. Gradually she started to rub across her clit, sighing again as she did so. I removed my robe completely and discarded it. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between Jenny's legs, where I could get a better view of what she was doing.
Her fingers were working quicker now, making small circular movements. The vigorous rubbing and reddening of her face gave away the fact that she wasn't far from reaching orgasm. Beneath her hand, I could see her juices flowing as she got more and more turned on. The tip of my cock was no more than 12 inches from the entrance to her pussy, but still I resisted. My hand instinctively reached out and grabbed my throbbing tool as I began to wank myself as vigorously as Jenny was. The sight before me was spectacular.
Jenny's hips began to buck and writhe as she neared orgasm and I could feel myself about to come as well. Jenny let out a soft squeal as her entire body shuddered on the bed. At almost the same moment I shot a creamy load all over Jenny's stomach and breasts. She was now still, beathing heavily, one arm hanging over the side of the bed. I reached up and began to massage my come into her breasts. She seemed shocked at first, but I smiled at her reassuringly and she seemed satisfied.
"Jenny," I said softly, "you look even more beautiful when you come."
