Neither one of us is particularly sure what to do. Not that we're inexperienced, but the situation has been so electrically charged for so long, that both of us are tentative to move. I'm so nervous that I'm bordering on sickness. I'm young and inexperienced and I don't want to mess this up and I'm terrified I will. So terrified that I'm on the verge of sickness, but with steady breathing I'm able to control myself.
I can only guess what it is you are thinking, but I imagine your hesitation has nothing to do with nervousness and more to do with heat. You're wondering where you should touch me first, and if you can control your reactions. Let's face it, we are both hot for each other, but you know you're going to an instant hard-on the moment you touch me.
I walk to the window, and stand there arms crossed looking at what appears to be...fence. I pretend to be enraptured in some bird, when really all I'm doing is attempting to put my wits in order. So far it is not working so well. I knew we wanted to have dinner and chat first, so I decided to wear jeans that are form fitting, but not so much that I couldn't breathe. I decided to wear a nice sweater top, which hugs my breasts but not in an obscene way. It allowed me to look nice, it did not hide my natural curves, and kept me from causing instant hard on and killing any attempt at conversation during dinner. My fence trick isn't going to work for long but for the time being it gives me the ability to breathe.
It lasts for about five seconds. You move right behind me. We're so close we should be touching, but far enough apart that the only things touching are our shirts. Our bodies haven't made contact. I can see your reflection in the window, your face on the left side of my body. Your lips are so close to my ear that I can easily hear your faint breathing, but we have yet to touch. We are so close I feel like I can feel your heartbeat on my back. I close my eyes not wanting to see what you will do, as If that will make me less nervous. My back is in line with your chest, and I sway a little but we still don't touch. I feel you move, your right arm coming slowly across my body. The moment your hand makes contact with my upper abdomen I sink backwards into you, my arms coming uncrossed and my hand immediately goes to yours, my fingers intertwining with yours and my hand resting on top, as if to stop you from causing me certain sexual agony of the very best kind.
This doesn't work either, and you gently push your hand down my torso, taking my hand with it which is clutching you in a death grip. Your hand moves slowly, and the farther it goes the hotter my blood gets. My actual body just feels you lightly...most of the contact being wasted on my sweater, but its enough to make me need to lean into you. I knew it wouldn't take long before my knees got wobbly and quite frankly it's a bit embarrassing. I feel your body and stop for three seconds to marvel at the difference between a male and female body. Your chest is hard, your stomach firm, and your legs lean. You feel different from the soft curves of a woman. I have hugged plenty of men, but it still surprises me at the strength and stability of a man's torso. Your hand stops at my jeans, and I am leaning comfortably against you, but our breathing has changed dramatically. My heart is racing, and the feeling of your breath on my neck feels so good it's unbearable. I put a stop to it the only way I know how. I shift my weight more to the right side of your body and lean my head sideways. My left arm comes around gently and reaches the back of your neck. You read me perfectly and I gently guide your lips to my neck.
It doesn't take but a few seconds, but it feels like eternity. Your lips gently rest on my neck and my pulse immediately reacts. You part your lips slowly, dragging them across the delicate skin, and the moment the tip of your tongue comes in contact with my pulse point, my knees buckle. You must have anticipated this, because the arm around my waist tightens, and the hand simultaneously squeezes. You slowly drag your tongue halfway down my neck, and my tits begin to get very hard very quickly. You stop mid neck, and gently suck the skin into your teeth, nibbling so lightly...almost like a mouse. My body responds and shudders, and my mouth seems to leak electricity, and a guttural moan escapes my lips.
Once I moan there isn't any stopping you, or me for that matter. As nervous as I am I know what I want...and he's right behind me. That moan is the end of all things supremely delicate, and while you don't attack me, there's electricity in the air and thunder in your voice. Your cute accent has changed...it almost sounds deeper. It's husky and I can hear your desire. Your grip around my waist tightens, and your other hand supports my head. You devour my neck, dragging your lips and teeth up and down I shudder and involuntarily press my ass against your hips behind me. Now it's your turn to groan.
You aren't a quiet groaner like most men. You're nice and audible and that really turns me on. I like hearing the effect of my body as well as seeing it. My hand leaves your hand, and I reach around behind you and squeeze your ass, pulling our bodies closer and grinding against the raging hard on in your shorts. You groan again, and the hand that was so tightly gripped around my waist, slides upwards, touching everything in its path. Your hand gently cups my left breast, and you begin kneading while we both moan simultaneously. My nipple, which was already hard to begin with, suddenly feels like its on fire as you gently roll your thumb around it. Then you gently pinch it, and I feel as if it is so hard its going to explode. I feel liquid sex drip from my aching pussy and I know that I'm not going to make it through the night without getting dehydrated.
I've stopped thinking, and just started doing. I grind against you gently, while your hands cup each of my breasts, and tease me until I am so weak-kneed that I can barely stand. You slowly turn me around. I can't breathe because I know what's about to happen and it terrifies me. It isn't the kiss itself that scares me. You turn me completely, your arms around my waist supporting me, and I am looking directly at your stomach. You begin to tilt my head upwards, very gently. I close my eyes without thinking about it. I feel your finger running along my jaw line...I can't breathe. I don't know how but I take a deep breath. You speak softly, the words that terrify me...but I knew they were coming. "Look at me."
I know the moment I open my eyes that I have surrendered myself to you, and when I do I am completely vulnerable. You know me well enough to know it's a thought that frightens me, but I only pause a moment before I open my eyes, and look you straight in yours. It scares me that you read me so well...it's like you can look right through me. But when I look at you all I see is a reflection of what I'm feeling. This doesn't put me at ease but it does make me bolder, because what I'm feeling is so totally animalistic that it surprises me. I'm in heat and your cock is the only thing that will satisfy me. I know your passion, and I know how to make you hard, and I know I can make you harder than you have ever been. I lean in close... and whisper, "Kiss me."
When your lips come into contact with mine it feels as if my blood is boiling, and trying to merge with yours. Your lips are softer than I imagined, and fit perfectly on mine. My knees have turned into liquid, and you gently pick me up and carry me the few feet to the table. You set me on top gently, and cradling my neck with your hand, lean me back and onto the table top...never once ending the kiss. Our tongues slide against each other's searching for something they never seem to find. Our breathing is ragged, and your hands again seek my breasts. When they find their target I moan against your lips. I sit up, breaking the kiss, and begin to lightly suck on your earlobe...moaning lightly, knowing what it does to your dick, I begin to unbutton your shirt slowly, kissing every inch of your chest and torso. I slide it off your shoulders and onto the floor. Your hands, while not attacking, aren't as deft at removing my top. You tug it off, and immediately start on my jeans as well. The buttons are undone and the zipper is down before I can think to help you, and you hoist me off the table in an effort to pull them off. You get them down far enough and then set me down, and begin working them off. You forgot my shoes however, and I see you getting a bit flustered so I stop you. I pull my shoes off and kick my jeans off, and giggle a bit as I bring you closer to me, cradling you for a second, and then kissing you hungrily. I unzip your jeans and together we get them off. I massage you gently through your boxers, and your knees buckle this time, a long low groan escaping your lips.