Once upon a time there was a young woman who lived in a small english village. There was man a little older than her,whose father owned a stable. They knew each other since they were little children running around in their underwear; taking baths together in the pond.
One day, they were walking near the pond.
Suddenly she felt his hand on her shoulder. She turned back and he kissed her, she could have pushed him away but she liked the feel of his hands on her shoulders and his tongue swirling inside her mouth. She didn't know why he was doing this but she didn't stop him. She had kissed before but this was something else. It made her head heavy and breathing shallow. The blood in her veins was making a soft pulsing sound. Slowly his hand went under her shirt. He started rubbing his hand over her nipple. The soft flat piece was hardening and then it was rock solid in his hands. He did the same to the other nipple.
He was pretty surprised she wasn't retaliating. She didn't know what was happening but she was enjoying herself.
After a lot of heated making out. They heard noises in the bushes and straightened up and headed back to their respective homes.
That night neither of them could sleep. He could feel every inch of his body crying out and wanting to shove his manhood in any crevasse he could think off. He resisted but his mind told him to touch himself and ease the pressure off, he did so, but he couldn't stop thinking of her soft lips and her hard nipples in his hands.
She on the other hand was resting but she could feel the wetness in her panties. She kept wondering why she was feeling so and her nipples kept getting hard and she had to touch them to make them flat, but after sometime they'd peak up again.