First Touch

They had been out all day, exploring the city together and enjoying the slight chill of early fall. Both were dressed warmly, but it was still cool enough they were glad to be inside, having headed up to her apartment afterwards for a while.

"Want a drink?" she offered, wiggling a bottle of wine at him. He smiled and nodded. After pouring a glass for each of them, she came back into her living room, where he was sitting on her large comfy chair. She walked over to him and offered him his glass.

"My neck is kind of sore from carrying my backpack, do you think you could rub it?" she asked, and when he said yes, she sat on the floor in front of him.

He took a sip and had her hold his glass, and started gently running his hands up and down her neck and shoulders, slowly applying just a little pressure. She moaned softly, enjoying his touch.

"How much pressure do you want, angel?" he asked. "More than this?"

"Just a bit more, if that's okay," she replied. He began pushing his thumbs just a little harder into her shoulder blades and running them up her spine; his fingers gently squeezing her shoulders as he did.

She relaxed back into his hands, enjoying the contact and the pressure. He rubbed away at her back until the tension and soreness melted away, and then leaned over and kissed her on top of her head.

"Thanks, that felt pretty great. Can I return the favour or anything?" she asked, turning around to look up at him. He smiled down at her and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it, but thank you. Why don't you hop up here and sit with me for a bit before I head out?" He patted the spot on the chair between his legs.

She finished off her glass and set it aside, put her hands on his thighs and pushed herself up, placing herself between his spread thighs on the sizable chair. Just enough room to fit, but also to feel close and comfortable.

She leaned back into him and he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight, and nuzzling his face into her hair and neck. She felt a soft kiss on the side of her neck and shivered.

They stayed like that in silence for a while; occasionally one or the other would murmur something sweet to the other. She wiggled her hips a bit, settling in, and felt his hardness against her. She pushed back gently against it.

"What are you doing, princess?" he asked quietly into her neck.

"Just getting comfortable, that's all," she said, while her hands traced his arms and rubbed the hair on them. She was getting increasingly aroused in the situation and it was getting harder to hide it from him.

He kissed by her ear, sending another shiver down her spine, and whispered in her ear, "What do you want to do, sweetness. Tell me what you need."

She blushed. "I don't know. I want to do more, but I'm not ready yet." She squirmed back on him, feeling his hardness twitch behind her. "I'm really turned on but also a little scared. But I think I want you to touch me, just a little. Is that okay?"

He nodded into her neck. She noticed his breathing was deep, but he seemed relaxed. "Where can I touch you?" he asked.

"Maybe...under my shirt? But gently, okay?" He answered with another kiss, and slid his hands down over her stomach and just a little under her button up long-sleeved shirt (a shirt she had "borrowed" from him some time ago). She suddenly felt very warm.

"I'll tell you what," he said, rubbing the bottom of her tummy. "You unbutton your shirt only as high as you want me to go, ok? And then if you want, you can always unbutton more of it, or button it up if it gets to be too much."

"Ok," she squeaked, feeling a little nervous but also very excited. She undid the bottom few buttons, just enough for him to get up above her belly button, and leaned back into him again. His hands slowly roamed over her stomach and sides, feeling her skin.

"You feel incredible," he whispered. "Absolutely perfect." His fingers traced her stomach and over her button, gently squeezed her small belly. He started kissing her neck, very softly and slowly, but steadily.

Her breathing was getting heavier, and her hands crept up, undoing another button, and then a second. His hands stayed on her belly for a moment, and then slowly slid up over her ribs and just below her bare breasts.

"You're so soft," he whispered. "How does that feel? Are you doing okay?"

She breathed in deeply and exhaled before answering. "Yes, I think so. Just.. don't go too fast, okay? I don't know what I'm really ready for today."

His hands ran slowly over her ribs and down to her tummy, and up again. "Angel, we go as fast or as slow as you want. You're in charge." He moved his head and started kissing the other side of her neck. "Are the kisses ok? Not too much?"

She shook her head. "No, they're nice - make me feel good and rumbly but also very comforting."

After a few minutes of this, she decided she was ready, took a deep breath, and popped the rest of the buttons on her shirt. She closed her eyes with just a hint of trepidation, and leaned back. Her hands rested on his thighs, but danced around a bit with nerves. He didn't even move up to her now bare breasts at first, and kept rubbing and kissing her for a bit, before he slowly moved his hands up.

He lifted his hands up and ever-so-gently brushed his palms over her nipples, moving up, giving her a moment, and then down again. She shivered and felt her face and chest grow even warmer, and her nipples hardened with arousal. He took his left hand and slowly cupped her right breast in it, just holding it, firmly but gently. His right hand wrapped around and stroked up and down her left breast, gently teasing around her nipple but not quite touching it. His fingers danced around her breast, stroking up to her collarbone and down again, tracing a line underneath the curve, and along the sides. Then he slowly cupped that breast with his hand and went to stroke and tease her left breast with his other hand.

"All good so far?" he asked.

She nodded, a little vigorously, breathing heavily. She peeked her eyes open and looked down to see a man's hands, touching her breasts with lust, for the very first time. She felt a little lightheaded, and her pussy was flooded.

His hands cupped her breasts, and squeezed them gently. His fingers danced up to her nipples, jutting out; he softly brushed along their sides and teased the tip, making her start to shake a bit with arousal.

She made a funny sound in her throat, and her hands squeezed his strong thighs with a tight grip. He took his hands and ran then down over her tummy again to give her a second, and then back up and over nipples with his palms; then he caressed them, again and again, while he whispered how beautiful she was into her neck. Her breathing got even deeper and more heavy. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

"I love that you're enjoying this, and I can tell you're very turned on right now; I am too, as I'm sure you can feel." She was, and she could. "But maybe this is a good spot to stop? For today, I mean."

She groaned a bit, but also knew he was right. "Yes, okay" she said. "But maybe more again soon, okay?"

He laughed, and kissed her ear through her hair. "Of course, angel. Can you do me a favour after I go, though?" She nodded. "Once I'm gone, will you go in your bedroom, get out of these pants, and rub yourself down there? I think you need it."

She blushed even harder than she did before, when he first started touching her. "Yes, ok," she stammered in a little voice.

"That's my girl," he breathed into her neck as he gave her another kiss.

He put his hands on her hips, squeezed her briefly, and then gently pushed her up to stand. She stood up and then reached for her shirt buttons, hesitated, and decided against it, feeling particularly bold in the moment, letting his shirt hang loosely as she turned around slowly to face him. He smiled up at her, ran his hands around her sides under her shirt, and leaned forward to kiss her on the belly.

"You're the most beautiful person in the world to me, you know," he whispered, looking up at her. "Thanks for a lovely day."

He stood up, kissing her briefly on the lips, before sliding past her to put his shoes back on and go. She was quiet, a little overwhelmed by the moment, but smiling. He went to open her door and stopped, looking down at her shirt, raising an eyebrow.

"Can I open the door?" he asked.

She reached past him, taking the doorknob, her bare breasts peeking out as she moved, and pulled the door a bit, peeking out into the hall to make sure no one was there.

"You better go," she smiled at him. "I've got something to attend to." She winked and kissed him on the cheek. He smiled, gave her a little wave, and walked out the door, his eyes lingering on her open shirt.

She poked her head around her door frame and watched him go; as soon as he was out of sight, she closed the door, bolted it, and practically ran for her bedroom, her hand already unsnapping her jeans, a smile on her face.