My skin is very sensitive. My entire body is actually an erogenous zone. I can get turned on from someone touching the back of my arm or my calf. I met a guy one night, at a nightclub on the local Navy Base. His name was Andy and he was tall and blonde. Kind of geeky looking, with a little pot belly, but he had the cutest smile and there was just something about him that attracted me to him.
I invited him to go walking on the beach with me, and he agreed. We walked for a couple of hours, stopping occasionally to sit on the sea wall and watch the waves. After a bit, I asked him back to my apartment and he agreed.
We got back to my apartment and I turned on some music and we lay on the floor listening to music and talking. Andy began to run his hand up and down my back and I moaned softly and laid my head on my outstretched arms. Andy scooted closer and continued to gently run his hands along my spine and then along the sides of my back. I sighed happily and scooted in right against Andy's body.
Andy was a very patient man. He lightly teased and tickled my back alone for nearly an hour. Finally, I sighed and rolled away from him. I explained that I felt confined and wanted to change "into something more comfortable." Andy smiled and leaned back against the couch as I got unsteadily to my feet and wandered off to the closet. I shucked my clothes and slipped into a shortie nightgown - I did not want to appear brazen by coming out of my bedroom naked. But I did leave off the panties. Grinning, I came back into the room and lay down once again on the floor, snuggled up to Andy.
Andy spent the next three hours lightly touching and rubbing every part of my body. He started with my back and arms, then moved on to my legs. As he moved up my legs, I spread them. The scent of my arousal wafted up as Andy lightly touched the inside of my thighs. I moaned and lifted my hips to him, but he moved on without touching my aching pussy. He teased my ass crack, lightly moving downwards, but again stopping short of my now sopping pussy. Then he nibbled on my ear and whispered for me to turn over.
By this point I was shamelessly aroused and probably would have stood on my head had Andy asked me to.