Ada is simply stunning. 180cm tall, 63kg, gorgeous, long legs, flat stomach, perky breasts, strong back, long, sensual arms, a beautiful smile, blue eyes, blonde hair... Oh, and did I mention how amazing in bed she is. Or out of bed. In the shower. At the beach. In the ocean.
I can't keep my hands off of her. In the car, in the restaurant. Stroking her calves, knees, neck, back. Once I found out she enjoyed it as much as I did, it only encouraged me. She's one of the most blunt people I know, but she can't talk about the physical part of our relationship directly. She's not aroused, she's excited. She's not erotic, but sensual. It's not having sex, but making love. But making love to a sensual, excited woman is fucking out of this world.
Our most recent encounter was her return from Europe. We went for a short walk at the end of our evening. There was a low wall near a cricket field, down a short hill from the road, full moon, but relatively dark.
I sat down so she could sit on my lap. We kissed, my fingers running over her legs, her back, her neck. My fingers roamed over her legs and between her thighs. I stroked the inside of her thighs while we kissed, greeted by gentle 'mmmmms' and 'uhhhhhs'. She did nothing to push my hand away as it roamed over her panties and up to her hip under her dress. The lace felt erotic under my finger tips as I wedged my finger under the elastic.
As the kisses became more passionate, my fingers became more inquisitive. My thumb pressed against her labia through her panties, eliciting a delightful moan and no attempt at keeping my hand away. In fact, just the opposite as she slightly spread her legs to give me better access.
Sensing that she was just as horny as I was, my emboldened fingers reached inside her panties to touch her skin directly. My finger slid up and down her labia, pressing against her clit at the top of each stroke.
Her moans and 'ahhhs' continued as I stroked her most sensitive parts. Our tongues danced together while my fingers continued their ministrations on her labia and clit. Her legs spread wider to give me better access and my fingers sped up to meet her needs. Her body started to stiffen and her kisses became distracted. Her breathing deepened while I pushed her ever closer.
My fingers dipped down to her entrance to pick up some lubrication and she pressed against my hand as I pressed her lips inwards. My fingers returned back up to her clit, sufficiently slippery to start stroking her clit directly, rather than pressing on her outer lips. Direct contact had the desired effect, as her body went rigid, pressing her mound against my fingers as I rapidly stroked her to orgasm.
