After a chance meeting on a busy sidewalk, Aimee and Don's relationship has moved through progressive stages of friendship and now steps across the line into sexual intimacy as he teaches the willing virgin.
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Her heart crashed against the inside of her chest even as she said the word 'Yes.' She felt lightheaded and as her stomach flip-flopped, it felt as though it was going to literally slip from her body. Her knew were weak and she feared she would faint if it were not for his strong arms around her.
Gently I lifted her chin with my fingers, "Remember, you are in control. If you say stop, or no ... I will stop until you are ready. We can go as slowly as you please and, Aimee, tonight is not the only night we will have so we can take our time."
Kissing her forehead, I heard the sharp intake of her breath again as my fingers dropped from her chin to the side of her neck where I softly drew little circles and figure-eights on the soft warm flesh. I could feel her racing pulse throbbing beneath the light pressure of my fingertips. She raised her eyes to mine, wide and trusting but also with a mixture of anxiety and nervousness.
Putting a half-step of space between us, I raised my other hand and touched the tip of my finger to the pulsing hollow at the base of her neck, stroking slowly, inexorably, downward toward the top button of her blouse. She dropped her gaze, watching as my fingers deftly undid the button and then slid beneath the silky fabric and glided smoothy across the skin of her shoulders before returning and dropping to the second button.
Her full lips parted and her breaths shortened, punctuated by little gasps as the second button came undone, uncovering the top of her cleavage and parting enough to reveal to my gaze the upper swell of her breasts under the edge of her bra. She moaned as my finger slipped lower into her cleavage. Her flesh was hot, and I could smell the scent of her perfume wafting upward on the waves of her heat. She gasped at the touch of my finger as it slid lower, until its progress was impeded by the center strap of her bra.
"Are you OK, hon?" I whispered.
She quickly nodded even while softly murmuring, "I don't know." She leaned into me, trapping my hand between us, crushing her breasts against it and pressing them tightly around my finger which lay between them. "I've never felt like this before!"
"It's OK, hon. I'm here with you and you are in control."
Leaning away, again, I lowered my fingers to undo the third and fourth buttons, spreading the fabric as I went. She sighed deeply as my fingers played across her stomach. She experienced a momentary flash of alarm as she felt an unfamiliar heat settle in her core accompanied by small spasms of her pelvic muscles. The fifth button came undone as I leaned to kiss her open, panting lips. With my lips firmly pressed to hers, my tongue slid into her mouth and her tongue responded to the touch of mine.
As our tongues engaged in an erogenous dance, my hands slid to her shoulders, and I pushed the blouse down. With a whisper it slid from her shoulders, down her arms and, as she lowered her arms to her sides, it fell noiselessly, to the floor.
"Come with me, Aimee," I said as I took her hand and led her into the bedroom, "we can get more comfortable in here." She followed as I led her to the side of the canopied, four-poster bed with the red satin duvet. I sat on the edge of the bed as she stood facing me, my face level with her breasts, covered and supported in her plain white cotton bra with a little pink bow in the center. My eyes flicked up to hers as my hands slid from her hips, down the outside of her thighs to the hem of her skirt.
"Take it off for me.," I whispered, looking at her heaving chest.
She hesitated, eyes wide, "I...I.. but... I've never ....," taking a deep breath, she started again, "You will be the first to ever see me like that. Are you really going to look?."
"I want to do so much more than look.", I responded.
With a stutter in her breathing, she slowly reached behind her and undid the clasp. The shoulder straps loosened and fell off her shoulders and she quickly placed her arm across her chest as her face and upper chest flushed red.
"It's OK," I said, "you are safe here, let me see."
Slowly, her arm relaxed and fell away, and the bra quickly followed, dropping to the floor. She averted her gaze as I took it all in. Her breasts were wonderfully shaped orbs of flesh; firm and pert. My own body responded to the sight with a quickening in my loins. Her pale flesh was graced with dark chocolate aureoles and nipples that pushed out from their centers in arousal, begging to be kissed.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her belly, my forehead pressing to her breasts. Under her skirt, lifting the hem, my hands began a slow climb up the backs of her silky thighs. Her arms wrapped around my head and held me to her as she whimpered with growing desire.
