Page 11 of Stripped Down at the Fair

“I don’t have sexy panties,” she blurted.

I blinked in surprise. What the hell? Where had that come from?

“They’re kind of boring,” she continued when I didn’t speak. “I bought them in a bag on clearance a couple of years ago. They’re different colors, but they’re not really granny panties. More like bikini briefs, which aren’t all that bad, I guess. But you deserve something better. Sexy lingerie or something.”

I deserved sexy lingerie? I was still trying to figure out what I’d done to deserve this beautiful woman in my bed.

“Darling, you could be wearing a trash bag and you’d still be the sexiest woman in the world to me.”

Was that relief that flashed across her face? She’d really been worried about the underwear thing. All I cared about was getting them off her as fast as possible, and any man in my position would feel the same.

“You could always take them off,” I said. “There’s nothing sexier than bare skin.”

“Do you want me to take them off, or do you want to take them off me?”

I groaned. “I’ll take them off you.”

Then I lowered my head and captured her lips in a long, passionate kiss. There was no tenderness to this one. The desire I’d been holding back since I first saw her came pouring out in one big burst.

It was tough. My hands wandered as I kissed her, and finally, I had to gently nudge her onto her back so I could have full access to her body. That was when her hands started wandering.

Nothing had ever felt better than her fingertips moving down my spine. Finally, they settled on my ass, moving over my cotton boxer briefs, which I’d also gotten out of a bag full of multiple sets. Only mine were all the same color. I’d tell her that, but my mouth was a little busy right now.

Eventually, I broke the kiss, but not to speak. Instead, I planted kisses along her chest, my hands settling on her waist. When I captured her left nipple in my mouth, she cried out and arched her back.

I looked up at her as I ran my tongue around her nipple, then flicked it over the beaded tip. At the same time, I let one of my hands roam around behind her, but the positioning was too awkward for me to move to her inner thigh like I wanted. She didn’t seem to have a problem with it, though. Her hands dove beneath my underwear, running over my ass cheeks and making me realize just how hard it would be to keep holding out.

When I began moving down her body, her hand slipped out of my underwear and settled onto my back. I kissed my way over her stomach as my fingers worked the elastic waistband of her underwear. They were bikini briefs made from a thin cotton material. As far as I was concerned, they were sexy as hell, but I could only make out a faint outline.

I looked up at her again. Her head was tilted upward, eyes closed. At least, I was pretty sure they were closed.

I needed her help to get the panties off, but I didn’t want to kill the mood. So I settled for keeping them around her thighs and sliding my finger inside her as I moved above her, looking down at her face.

Even in this lighting, the view took my breath away. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her chest dramatically rose and fell. I settled my finger on her clit and began moving quickly over it, smiling that she was so damn wet for me.

It wasn’t enough, though. I needed to do more than touch her. So I moved to one side of her and took the panties all the way off. Once I got to her calf, she seemed to realize what was going on and helped, kicking them off, then reaching for me.

It was that last move that just about did me in. I never imagined that having a woman reach for me could be such a turn-on. But then everything about her was a turn-on, so I shouldn’t be surprised.

I settled back into place, but this time, instead of hovering above her, I moved my head between her legs. She looked down at me and I held her gaze, wishing the room were more brightly lit. I wanted to see the fire in her eyes, the heat. All I could make out was slight curiosity. She probably knew what I was about to do, but she wouldn’t truly know until I got started.

Sure enough, as soon as my tongue made contact with her clit, her eyes slammed shut and her head tilted back again. I waited for her back to come off the bed, but she held perfectly still—like she was taking in every sensation.

I closed my eyes and focused on the task at hand, taking in her heavy breaths and occasional sighs. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to make an effort to be quiet. Nobody could hear out here. Not inside this well-insulated cabin.

She seemed to get that point without me even saying it. Or maybe she was enjoying herself so much, her restraints melted away.

But finally, she spoke. “Oh, fuck, Dustin. That feels so good.”

Hearing her use the F-word jerked my dick to attention. Okay, I was already hard as a rock, but now the throb was almost painful. I needed release, and I needed it soon. I didn’t let up, accelerating my movements until she was gasping and writhing beneath me.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she cried out, letting me know my hard work was paying off.

She hadn’t said for sure, but I wanted to believe this was her first orgasm ever. If not, it was definitely the first a man had given her. The look on her face when she finally stilled confirmed it.

“Wow,” she said. “I’m going to have to catch my breath after that. Did I make too much noise?”

I rose above her so I could get a better look at that flushed face, then I planted a kiss on those swollen lips. “You were perfect. But feel free to make all the noise you want. I sure will.”

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