Moving to the bed, (which I was very glad to see was queen-sized, and took up about 90% of the tiny room), Simone sat down and glanced up at me briefly. Then, looking down, she mumbled "Whoa!", as she spotted the obvious protuberance in my pants. Her eyes widened as she slid them down, slowly and methodically, and she chirped,
"Oh my god!", adding, with a slightly awkward giggle, "But-- It's so..."
I closed my eyes--
quite certain that I'd explode if I watched
--as she began to examine the rigid organ, gingerly moving it side-to-side, up-and-down, assessing it with one of her little hands.
"Please," I said, blinking my eyes open, "tell me it's not your first. Is it?"
Simone shook her head emphatically.
"Good," and although a scenario in which I introduced Simone to the ways of the world flashed through my mind, I said, "I wouldn't want that responsibility."
"What do you--?" she started, then said, "Anyway, it's not my first. Maybe I've just had bad luck picking guys, but I've never, like, seen one, like, that
big
before!"
"Well, I--"
"No, seriously, I heard some of the girls in the office were, like, arguing about your, um, penis..."
"You can say cock, y'know..."
"OK--I heard them arguing about how big they think it is."
"Are trying to embarrass me again, or flatter me...?"
"No, but--"
"Go on..."
"I've only had a few serious relationships," she said in a rush, as if she'd been waiting to tell me, "Y'know, that, like, involved sex."
"Mmm."
"The first one was in college, and the others were in the past couple of years. They didn't last very long, any of them, and it's been a while now. I mean, I want a boyfriend, but I don't just, y'know, like, hook up with random people just like that."
As Simone was delivering this monologue, she had started absent-mindedly stroking my cock with both hands. It was almost more than I could stand, and I suddenly heard myself saying,
"Whoa, slow down! Sorry, I mean, you can take your time."
"Oh my god," she said, with a little laugh, "I didn't even realize what I was doing!"
"Are you sure this is your, what did you say, fourth, or fifth--?" I asked.
"I didn't say," she answered quickly, then added, "but, yes, I swear."
"Well, then, you seem like a natural," I said, smiling.
"I'm not sure I want to know what you mean by 'a natural,' but touching your, like, uh--"
"Cock."
"Yeah, that. I mean, it makes me feel kind of," Simone said, her voice becoming noticeably breathier, "I don't know, kind of excited."
"You and me both," I said, smiling at her.
I though she might be embarrassed again, but she beamed at me, very sweetly.
Gently pulling her up to standing, I took her face in my hands, and kissed her fully on her mouth, then on her cheek and down her neck. When I reached her shoulder, I whispered back in her ear,
"Simone, I really wanna see your breasts. May I?"
As I waited for her answer, I traced my way up and down the thin straps of her bra, very gently. In a tiny voice, made huskier by her arousal, she said,
"Yes, that--"
"And touch them, maybe kiss them?" I said, still kissing her neck, and reaching behind her back with one hand.
"Yes, yes," she panted, as I undid the clasps and slipped the straps off her shoulders. I heard a little gasp, as the bit of pink lace floated to the floor.
"They're incredible," I said softly (as much to myself as to her).
"Please--," she whispered, then abruptly stopped, and I felt her body give a little shiver as my hands delicately brushed across her nipples. Simone sighed as my fingers traced their way all over her breasts, gently cupping them, and giving them a little squeeze.
I took her in my arms, and we kissed again, long and deep. Our embrace became more passionate, urgent, electric, and we fell to the bed in slow motion, an awkward tangle of writhing arms and legs. As our tongues collided, tasting and teasing one another, our hands roamed, exploring soft and secret places. Gradually, my kisses migrated downward to her beautiful breasts. I trailed my tongue lightly over them, occasionally giving them a gentle nip. I heard a sharp intake of breath as I sucked hard on each one, then a little sigh as I released it. I repeated this a few more times, then continued down her stomach, finishing with another long, wet kiss between her legs that caused her to gasp.
I scooted Simone up onto the bed so she laid diagonally across it. As I moved her, my raging hardon pressed against her leg, and she reached out for it. Crawling over the bed so that I was about level with her shoulder, I bent over and kissed her again, sweetly. My hand slid down the front of her body to tease her warm, wet pussy again, lightly caressing the spots I had already found most responsive. Simone's hands again found my member, and gradually began stroking it, and then feeling my balls. I bent down to kiss her boobs again, paying special attention to their erect, exquisitely sensitive little peaks. Then, completely caught off guard, I felt the engorged, throbbing head of my cock bathed in a new sensation, as she took it into her mouth for a few seconds.
I straightened up with a bit of a start, and Simone released me, looking up as if to ask me a question. I smiled at her, and said quietly,
"Sorry--you can keep doing it if you want to."
"I never really-- My last boyfriend always wanted me to, but it wasn't-- I didn't like the way he...never mind."
"It's OK, you don't have to."
"But you liked it, right?"
"Yeah, I did, but--"
"And I think I want to-- y'know, like, do that to you..."
"So, your boyfriend never actually asked if you--?"
Simone shook her head, tight-lipped, though it looked like she wanted to say something.
"Oh, I suppose he just--?"
"Yeah, he just grabbed my hair and shoved it in my mouth. Like he wanted me to choke on it or something."
"I'm sorry about that. Would you rather do something else?"
"No, I--"
"What about--?"
"I-- I want to put it in my mouth."
"You want--?"
"I want to suck-- suck you! Oh my god, I- I--"
"Y'know, you're a really sweet girl, but I think you've got a dirty streak that's--"
"I can't believe I said that!"
