Jaime couldn't believe the sensations she felt in her pussy after her experiment with Sarah. It wasn't necessarily a painful feeling, but certainly stirred her inside until Friday morning; she anticipated her rendez vous later in the evening with Shawn as she casually admired her beauty in front of the mirror.
She only wore a floral silk robe, lilacs scattered about the cloth running from the v-shaped fold caressing her chest to the hem resting mid-thigh as she sat on the bed. Her auburn hair was perched messily in a clip, strands running down her cheeks. The petite, brown nipples on her b-cupped breasts began to harden.
Jaime settled her right index finger on the clit enveloped in labia that were delicately shaved by Sarah two nights before. She flicked her clitoris lightly and quickly as she pictured Shawn's tanned muscles running from his chest to his neck and remembered his intelligent face framed by dark brown hair.
Jaime felt a warmth emanate from her budded nipples and whisking to her pussy as her left hand started started to rub her right breast and travel lower to her stomach. She bit her lip as she slipped her middle right finger into her vagina, the well lubricated canal tightened around and made her gasp. She continued to flick her clit as she curled her toes and tightened her calf and thigh muscles as an orgasm built up.
Jaime's face scrunched as she tried to keep her voice down. Her parents were leaving at around noon for the weekend and didn't need to know about the thoughts and newfound sensations that their daughter was feeling.
Jaime's brown eyes grew wide under her eyebrows as her mouth gaped open and she watched her body shudder in the mirror. A thin stream of translucent cum poured from her lips, wetting her robe as she bucked her hips.
She froze as she heard a knock at the door, mid orgasm.
"You all right in there honey?" Jaime's father asked through the door.
"Just a little tired from studying, little hard to get outta bed, but I'll be fine," Jaime ventured in a forced casual tone.
Jaime gradually got control of herself before grabbing a towel and heading for the shower.
Afterward, she slipped on her thigh highs, with a hue only slightly more tan than her legs. She put on her one red thong, a plaid skirt that danced three inches above her knee, and a white, button-down shirt to conceal her strapless bra.
After hugging her mother and father, she grabbed a granola bar and biked to for a dreadfully boring day at school. "Only a couple two more weeks until graduation," she thought.
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After class, Jaime confirmed plans with Shawn on a brief call from her cell. She burst through the door of her house. Only three hours until he would come to her door.
She shed her clothes and walked into the shower again, hoping to refresh after a day sweating indoors and her workout at gym class. She lifted her muscular legs over the tub and jumped at the coolness of the water as it hit her face and trailed between her breasts and down her body. She already anticipated her evening with Shawn as a tingling sensation hovered between her legs. She lathered up her auburn hair, waves of strands becoming slack under the water. She breathed in the lavender as she touched up the gentle skin around her shaven lips and shaved her legs artfully. After she rinsed, she lotioned up her thighs and calves, giving herself a brief foot massage as she spread the salve between her toes.
She put on a simple light-blue velour shorts that she received for Christmas and a white camisole, with spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her bra-less breasts were flatteringly boosted by a slightly scooping neckline.
At six-thirty she phoned for a plain cheese pizza and picked up the house, lighting candles on the coffee table by the couch and dabbing sweet smelling ylang ylang oil just below her belly button.
Shawn came to the door as planned, carrying a single pink rose.
"I thought the least I could do was bring a flower for the pretty lady who provides me with a wonderful view and good meal," Shawn said.
Jamie put some Rolling Stones on the sound system as they sat on the couch, going over SAT strategy and taking in the pizza.
Shawn slowly drank his beer as he admired Jaime's cute outfit and darling body. She smelled like flowers, and she blushed slightly as she caught him admiring her. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was put up in a loose pony tail; occasionally, a strap on her camisole would fall off her shoulder as she quickly, but casually readjusted .
"We've been at this for two hours," Shawn said. "I think that you are doing very well. In fact, I don't think you need any more help from me."
"Well, I do enjoy just hanging out with you." Jaime said as she dared herself to reach over and give his thigh a brief squeeze. "Do you want to just watch a movie or something?"
"I have to confess," Shawn replied. "I really find you sexy and nice. I'd like just being with you too."
At this, Jaime lightly put her left hand on Shawn's cheek, leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips. Shawn smiled, looking straight into her exquisitely youthful brown eyes. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asked.
Jaime responded by lifting Shawn's shirt over his head, laying him back and kissing his pectoral muscles. "I want you to be my first," she said to Shawn as he felt his penis twitch on her utterance of "first." "You'll have to guide me a little though; the only experience I have with sex is with a girlfriend of mine."
Shawn was in heaven.
"You're doing fine sweetheart," he said. "Just keep on kissing and move around my torso."
Shawn squirmed slightly as Jaime nibbled on his nipples and blew lightly on the parts that were still damp. She had learned a little bit from watching late night Showtime. Her lips trailed the hairy patch leading from between Shawn's pecks to his belly button.
Shawn groaned, gasping Jaime swirled her tough around his clean navel, grasping his hardening cock through the material of his shorts. He watched her shapely ass rise and fall as she kissed his abs and began nibbling on his hip bone.
