She laid on top of the bed wearing only her navy blue cotton panties. Her shoulder length natural curly brown hair was pillowed around her face. Her gray eyes were staring up at the ceiling as her right hand rhythmically moved under her panties. Her large breasts laid flat on her chest and dipped a bit to the sides. They jiggled whenever she moved her right arm to better position her hand. Her legs were spread wide and her toes curled unconsciously whenever she hit her "sweet spot". She was quiet in her pleasure, rarely saying anything aloud. Though she did this in her room, she did not want the other occupants of the house to know what she was doing.
Her hand went faster and her breathing became ragged, quicker. And it was only the hitch in her throat that alerted the man watching her that she had orgasmed. She pulled her hand out of her panties and sucked the juices off. She didn't want to look at the man sitting at the foot of the bed watching her. But she was curious to see his reaction.
"It would have been better for me if you had removed your panties," He stated as he leaned forward in his chair and tweaked her left big toe. "But I'm surprised you allowed me to watch nonetheless. Is there more?"
"If you'd like," She responded with a hesitant smile.
"No, no, no, not like that!" He admonished. "No hesitation, no uncertainty! I not only want your agreement, but I want an enthusiastic agreement!"
"I'm sorry, I'm not used..."
"I realize that and I'm aware of your lack of experience," He dismissed her with a wave of a hand. "I'm here because I want to help you, to bring out what you hide from others."
"I don't know what you want me to do," She wiped a tear from her face. "I've read all the books, read erotica on many websites, seen a few porn movies, I know the technical stuff! But I..."
"You lack the practical experience." He sat back in the chair, his legs spread.
"Yes. I've told you before." She looked away, ashamed at being so emotional and unsure. It was hard for her to be this way when in all other aspects of her life, she was confident and successful. Yet, it was her sex life, or lack of one, that she hides. The part of her that embarrasses her the most.
"I want you to remove those panties and stand before me, placing your hands on my shoulders," He ordered. He sat up taller in the chair and stared at her.
She slid her panties off her hips and down her legs, tossing them onto the pile of clothes in the corner of the room. She stood up and walked towards him and did as he instructed. Her full breasts swayed with each step she took and lifted when she placed her hands on his shoulders. She could feel how warm he was through his long sleeve button down cotton shirt.
He brought his hands to her knees and let his fingers lightly glide up to her hips and back down. He noticed how soft she felt. When his hands moved over her thighs, he could feel her muscles tense and relax. Her musky scent permeated the air. He inhaled, taking her scent inside him. He looked up into her eyes and saw that she was watching him intently, probably wondering what he was going to do next. He knew anything he did would surprise her, for though as book learned as she was, the books left out a lot also. He grabbed her ass and clenched each globe in his hands. He kneaded and squeezed, enjoying the pain he knew she was enduring.
"Painful?" He grinned up.
"Somewhat" She answered, still with that thoughtful look on her face, as if filing away his actions for later review.
"Stop that!" He slapped her ass cheeks with both hands. "I think your problem is you're not focusing in the present. Don't detach yourself from what is being done to you."
"I can't help it," She replied, surprised he knew what she was doing. "I've always been this way."
"Then this is something we can work on," He replied, going back to stroking up and down her lower body. He then reached up and hefted her breasts, surprised at how heavy they were and how firm. "You used to be overweight, you said?"
"Yes, over 400 pounds," She replied, trying not to fall into his lap at the pleasure he was giving her as he kneaded her breasts.
"You still have the stretch marks," He examined her critically. "I'm glad you're no longer that obese. I would not be here now if you were." He thumbed over her nipples and saw them pucker and harden. He ran his thumbs over them a few more times, watching the expressions flit across her face. "If you were still obese, you'd have a hard time feeling this..." He took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suckle her. While mouthing her left breast, he continued to play with her right nipple, tweaking and pinching it.
She had a man suckle her breast once before, when she was obese and she didn't feel anything compared to what was now being done to her. The sensation was more of a twinge with a slight throbbing sensation. The feeling ran down her spins and pooled in between her legs. She had always wanted to feel what was described in the books and stories she'd read. Now she was naked, in front of a fully dressed man who was sucking on her breasts! Will wonders never cease!
"I see you liked that," He chuckled and pulled back. Her nipples were red and hard from his attention. He lowered a hand and felt her pussy. It was hot and wet. He rubbed his palm over and under her mound and pussy, watching for her reaction. He was glad her legs spread wider to accept him. He really wanted to hurry this along as his cock was hard and painfully pressed against his thigh.
He used one hand to open her pussy lips. He saw her inner pink folds glistening with fluid. Her musky scent was stronger in the air. He used his index finger of his other hand to part those inner folds so he could enter her core. He wanted to see how small she was. He wasn't surprised that he could fit his finger in, but barely. He eased his finger in and out of her slowly, stretching her vaginal walls, feeling the heat from inside her bathe his hands in warmth. Whatever she said, this woman wasn't a frigid woman. She just needed to learn to let go and to let things go their own course. Naturally, her responses might have a lot to do with his prowess as well!
"You're so tight. So hot and wet," He said as he continued to finger fuck her. He added a second finger and thrust inside her harder and deeper. Though she was tight, he could feel no virginal wall to break. "When did you lose your virginity?"
He noticed her deep blush and her eyes traveling the room. He stopped his attentions and pulled away from her. "I asked you a question."
"I never actually did, uh, by sex. I had my gynecologist break it when I was twenty-five."
Now that was surprising. "Why did you do that?" He returned to fingering her dripping vaginal cavity with three fingers now. "Why didn't you get it done the old fashioned way?"
"Because I was tired of being rejected by men so I allowed my gynecologist to break it under the pretense it would help me "severe" cramping," She grasped his shoulders and pushed against his hand, enjoying the sensations he was creating.
"Were you fat?" He lubed another finger from his other hand with her pussy juice and fingered her anal hole. "Because if you were, I can see why men would reject you. It sucks, that's true. It's unfair, that's true. But that's the way men are. We're visual creatures. We get turned on by what we see. You women however, get turned on by what you feel. Now tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor."
"Yes, I was fat!" She testily replied. "But I see fat women all the time with men, so I took it as a personal attack, okay?" She glared down at the man before her.
"You're very sexy when you're mad, you know that?" He grinned up at her and pressed his finger into her ass. He saw her stiffen and felt her sphincter clench him tightly. He pressed on until his whole finger was inside her. He pulled it out in time with his hand in her pussy and pushed it back in as well.
"Ohhhhh, that feels sooo..."She gasped and clenched his shoulders with her hands.
"Don't analyze just feel," He replied with a groan. He continued to assault her pussy and her ass until he felt her whole body shake. He could feel her vaginal walls clamping on his fingers. He could barely feel his finger in her ass from the tight hold it had on him.
