From all he'd said in the past two days, I assumed he was looking for more than a few kisses. Wasn't that what attracted me to him, though? My ex-boyfriend had been pathetically naive, hurting me as he clawed and fumbled between my legs. Something about this one drew me in, though. He was suave, confident, nonchalant....
And so I pondered all that lay ahead as I pretended to sleep, surrounded by the other girls on the trip. Checking my watch every other minute, waiting for the time we'd agreed upon, I wondered how far this night would go. My stomach was knotted, but I was wet with anticipation.
One o'clock. Time to go. I silently peeled off my covers and navigated through the sea of sleeping girls to the door. I crawled through the tools and boards left over from the day's work to the partially constructed classroom at the back of the orphanage. He stepped out of the darkness towards me, silencing my shocked gasp with his lips.
His mouth was hot and slippery on mine. Our tongues circled around each other, our teeth catching on soft flesh. I had been kissed before, but never like this. His body pressed tightly against mine as we consumed each other. I could feel the tight muscles in his shoulders and lower back as I ran my hands across his skin. He wore only a pair of swimming trunks, and I could feel his cock beginning to strain against the fabric.
His lips continued their passionate assault on mine as his hands ran from my breasts to my ass and back again. His touch was feverish, urgent. His fingers scorched my skin, but I wanted more. I pulled at his ass, grinding against his cock. It was fully hard now, and I could feel its thick line against my stomach.
Suddenly his fingers were inside of me, almost before I realized his hand had slipped inside my shorts. He eased one finger inside of me, circling against the walls of my dripping center. When I was slightly more open, he slid in a second finger. This was the fullest I had ever been, and I reveled in the sensations coursing through my body. He stroked me closer and closer to orgasm, his fingers sliding in and out of my dripping center as his thumb circled my clit. It was so good...so good.... All former boyfriends forgotten, lost in his touch. My clit seemed to grow under his attentions, until my whole being consisted of clit and thumb. And then, just as I neared ecstasy, he stopped and knelt before me.
He peeled off my shorts and tossed them into the corner of the room. He then guided down so we were both kneeling. His hands tugged at my shirt until it joined my shorts. I was left in a thin white camisole and blue string bikini panties.
