This is my Nude Day Contest entry. Please vote. All characters involved in story are over eighteen years of age.
*
When Taryn and I first met she was very self-conscious about her body. In spite of this, she still dressed somewhat seductively, with tight skirts right above her knees, and blouses cut low enough for me to see the tops of her full C cups, but that's as far as it went.
If I remember correctly, it was well into our third date, when she had finally invited me into her house, and we were sitting on her couch in front of a nice fire, before she let me touch her, and even then it was only over her clothes.
The next date we spent watching a band at an out of the way bar, and she had to leave early, so besides a quick kiss on the cheek, I went home without any action at all.
On the fifth date I finally got her naked, but only after she had insisted I pull the curtains and turn off all the lights.
I was starting to feel confused. She seemed confident with herself as a person, her conversation was intelligent, and even though I had just fondled her tits and ass, I didn't feel anything strange. I did notice that she giggled nervously when I touched her, but she seemed to enjoy it.
At some point she must have sensed the awkwardness, because after we had spent some time kissing, and we were just laying naked in the dark, she started to explain.
"I grew up in a very conservative family. My parents travelled a lot, so I was either in a private school or homeschooled my whole life." She hesitated for a moment as if to wonder if that was enough, then she continued. "My mom and sister where really all I had to compare myself to. They both have way larger breasts then I do. My sister's are huge." She added, holding her hands up to show size, even though I couldn't see much due to the darkness in the room.
"So am I the first guy you've been with?" I asked.
"There was one other, Tony." She said. "He was a grade above me in the school I graduated from, but it was strange. We met a few years later in college. He wasn't any more experienced then I was, so it seemed like more of an experiment, then a love making session. He groped me feverishly, then when he finished, moments after he put it in me, he just stared at me. I'm sure I was the first naked girl he'd ever seen. It was rather uncomfortable, and I never saw him again, but I did hear that he went to medical school or something."
This whole conversation about her innocence, and the thought of another man ravishing her, kind of drove me crazy.
My dick was instantly hard, and I impulsively started sliding down the sheets toward her crotch. I could smell her sweet scent and I was ready to bury my face in her muff.
"What the Heck are you doing?" She asked.
I looked up to where I knew her eyes would be, and I realized I must have been adjusting to the light, because I swore I saw a sparkle. I also saw the roundness of her breasts for the first time, and the stiffness of her nipples jutting forward.
"I want to give you oral pleasure." I said. The words instantly sounded forced and bland, and I realized that I was more nervous than usual, as her legs twisted below me and her fingers tangled in my hair.
I wasn't sure if she was trying to prompt me or push me away, but I didn't give her the option as I lowered my face to her crotch.
I was surprised by a mouthful of pubic hair, and I have to admit that even though it didn't bother me, I did hesitate as I tried to adjust for a second.
When my tongue finally split her lips, I felt the warmth of her fluids wrapping themselves around me, and I felt a tightness in my groin. I flicked at her clit slowly, letting my tongue massage the folds of her cunt.
Compared to her innocence, the word felt harsh bouncing around in my brain, until she pushed down gently on the top of my head, and I knew she was enjoying it as much as I was.
I let my hands fall on her thighs, pushing them wide open, as my tongue continued to dance inside her. It didn't take long for her moans to turn to muffled screams, as I felt a rush of pleasure tear through her, and a gush of fluids flow into my mouth.
"Oh my frickin Gosh!" She said, as she trembled beneath me.
I climbed slowly up her body letting my palms settle on her breasts, which were already covered by her own hands. At first she refused to move them, as if she were protecting them from my advances.
I decided not to fight her, but instead to assist her in pleasuring them.
As I covered her lips with my mouth, I felt the head of my cock brush up against her bush. Of course I wanted to fuck her, to free her mind from the impression Tony had given her about sex, but somehow I knew it wasn't the right moment.
Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and her hips thrust forward to meet mine. I must have surprised her by pulling away.
She seemed stunned at first, but then handled it in stride. "That was amazing!" She said, as her hands moved slowly up my back.
"Sure was." I agreed. "Would you mind if I offered one suggestion?"
"Sure." She said. "I'll do anything, if I can make it feel better."
"You should definitely let me shave that shit." I said, as my hand wandered back down to her cooch."
"Oh! I'm so sorry." She said, closing her legs on my hand. "I didn't mean to..."
"Nothing to apologize for." I said. "I just think it might make you feel sexier, and build your confidence a bit."
"Thank you!" She said, and I saw a smile break across her face.
I was excited by the fact that she might agree, and that I might actually be able to finally see her body naked, but before anything happened, her breathing evened off, and I realized she had fallen asleep.
A couple days later we met on a bench at the park down by the river. She looked beautiful coming up the bike path toward me, her auburn hair floating in the air around her, accentuated by a shy smile, which brightened her face, and left a sparkle in her ice blue eyes. Her soft curves were accentuated by a white and blue dress drawn together at the waist by a brown belt, and stopping midway up her bronzed thighs.
"I did it." She said proudly as she handed me a picnic basket.
I wrinkled up my forehead just as she looked down at her waist, and then it made perfect sense. "Really? Can I see it?" I asked.
She glanced around at the trees and the grass on one side, and the sparkling water on the other. "Right here? She asked.
I opened the basket and handed her a sandwich. "If you're comfortable with that." I said, smiling into her eyes. "I don't think there is anyone around."
She took the sandwich and set it on the bench, then reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle.
"Never took you as a whiskey girl." I said, as she pressed it to her lips and tipped it back.
"I actually bought it for you..." She said, handing it to me. "But I kinda needed a pick me up." She added, as she reached down and lifted up her skirt slowly.
I was excited. It seemed like she was finally starting to trust me, and on top of that I was about to come face to face with her freshly shaved beav. I reached forward and lifted it the rest of the way, and the reality of the situation was, I was staring at what most people would refer to as granny panties.
I glanced up at her with a crooked grin.
"What?" She asked.
"I think you should get rid of these." I answered, as I slid them down over her long legs and tossed them in the basket.
I was about to lean in for a kiss, when we heard a commotion behind us.
She yanked down her skirt and spun around with one open hand covering her crotch, and her other arm over her chest. I peeked around her to see a couple of squirrels chasing each other around the tree.
"How embarrassing." She said, shooting me a silly grin.
She had a small blanket in the basket, and I spread it out on the ground, behind some shrubbery. Then I took her hands in mine.
"You are absolutely gorgeous!" I said, smiling into her eyes. "You have nothing to worry about."
I took her hand and led her over to the blanket. We sat down together and I unbuckled her belt, and then helped her lift her dress up over her head. She seemed perfectly fine with her lower half being exposed, but her hands went right to her breasts which were covered by a white lacy bra.
I slipped out of my own shirt, and scooted closer to her, letting my lips fall on her neck.
"I would love it if you let me see them. I whispered. "I know they feel amazing in my hands. I can't imagine them looking any less perfect."
"They're just..." She looked around as if she expected someone to be watching us. "They're just not as big as my sister's, or as perky as my mother's."
"But they're yours." I said. "And that's good enough for me. I'm in love with every part of you I've seen so far."
She let her hands move around to her back, and popped the hook. Her bra fell forward and her breasts bounced out in front of me.
"Holy Shit!" I said, and my hands shot forward instantly. "They are epic."
She started to twist her shoulders, and her hands tensed. She was obviously calmed by my words, but the urge to hide them just came so naturally.
I have to admit, she was right that they could be perkier, they did sag a little, and they may be a tad small for some people's taste, but they were definitely more than a handful, and I thought her nipples were damn near perfect.
I twisted them between my thumb and forefinger as I leaned forward and eased her onto her back, as my tongue tried to make its way into her mouth.
