You don't have to stay if you would rather not," I said calmly, but inwardly wanting him more than ever. Whether it was the experience of trying to seduce him I am not sure, but something was a happening that needed to be resolved pretty quickly.
But there we were, in the bedroom again, he was completely stripped apart from those cute boxer shorts which suited him perfectly, complimenting those well sculptured thighs. And I made sure I did not intimidate him in any way. I realised to do what he did was a big brave move of his but he seriously needed some tender loving care to stimulate that floppy offering of his.
"Look Robin, just relax, close your eyes and enjoy. I know I will."
Now came the big if; would he rise to the occasion or not?
How different this was to the other guys I had been with in my life. One or two having no idea how really to treat a woman, just a quick in and out and it was done leaving me completely unmoved. But they so taken up by their own ego and sexuality they were away as soon as they were done. There was one or two though who really served the purpose, like a wonderful Italian guy who did know a lot about women and I was the very lucky receiver of his loving ways and everything else in matters of really lovely prolonged sexual explorations which really left me feeling so good afterwards.
But perhaps being with Robin was a wonderfully thrilling and meaningful experience. I loved the idea of teaching a virgin the ways of the world, or at least t the way of Pat Vegus. I was so very much in the mood for some very long and tender foreplay with the aim to succeed, having that very first fuck with him.
Now, with him laying with me, wearing just my black underwear and sheer black hold- up stockings, I was set for the off.
I snuggled up to him, telling him how I liked his deodorant and how it suited him.
I simply just braced my arms around him and gently pressed my body against his, him lying on his back and me on my side facing him. It was so lovely to feel the warmth of one so young and I felt t right I should be there with him.
"You have a mighty strong heart beat," I whispered laying my head to his breast.
He seemed to be whimpering, maybe he was nervous. I had to remember it was an entirely new experience for him when the last woman to hug him was his mum.
I waited patiently for any reaction as I gently caressed his chest once more; I heard a soft moan as I teased his ear lobes first with my finger tips and then my tongue.
Then I felt a twitch which seemed to signal something was happening. His body language was beginning to react to my passionate kisses and when my lips found his, he parted his lips to mould with mine and the feeling was rapturous.
It was like there was a time bomb inside him beginning to strike he could explode any moment.
I lifted my head away from his and asked if it was alright. His face was red and his eyes full of lust. I went for it and clasping my hands around his head, pulled him into my bosom. He said I was lovely and I said that if he wanted he could caress my breasts.
This boy was learning fast and I adored the tender touch of his lips suck my nipples one by one, his hands caressing me at the same time.
Downstairs, although I could not see, I felt his stiffness grow against my thigh and it felt lovely. I could feel the ardent throb pulsating and at that point I went down to him. It seemed the right moment to do what I had wanted, for so long. Now it was the right time. He came away from my breasts, laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes with a sigh, like he had been waiting for this so very long and I was going to give him of my very best.
