Page 12 of S is for SEX

TWENTY-THREE

Tegan

I wagged my finger toward the bulge in his pants. “Off. Take them off.”

I hoped he didn’t hear the impatience in my voice. I unbuttoned my jeans and struggled to get them pushed down my thighs.

He didn’t react. The mental struggle must have returned.

I really didn’t care.

One way or another, his pants were coming off. The kisses were all the proof I needed to know that there was something between us that could be special. Something so far beyond what I had ever experienced with a kiss. Something that I couldn’t dismiss as being anything other than what it was.

Reassurance that our collision on the freeway was meant to be.

Motionless, he stood there watching me get undressed. A feeling of selfishness shot through me.

Guilt followed.

Was this spur of the moment decision on my part selfish?

I wondered.

Until, with his eyes fixed on me, he reached to unbuckle his belt.

Now that he was abiding with my wishes to disrobe, I couldn’t get undressed quick enough. I kicked my jeans across the room.

The panties were next. I fumbled to get them removed while my eyes were glued to his nether regions. In anticipation of the big release, I didn’t want to divert my eyes, even for a second. I lifted one foot, stumbled a few steps, and almost fell.

Frustrated, and certain I was headed for doom, I steadied myself against the arm of the couch and looked down.

I carefully pulled the dainty fabric free from one ankle, and then the other. Embarrassed by my nearly disastrous tumble, I tossed the panties aside and looked up.

Dear. God.

He stood over me, completely naked.

His chest was wide and muscular, and his abs were rippled as if chiseled from marble. The absence of bodyfat allowed a well-defined “V” to form at the base of his abdomen. Despite the muscular perfection of his well-proportioned body, the most amazing thing about him hung heavily between his legs.

A perfectly shaped, thick, throbbing dick unlike anything I’d ever seen.

If ever a cock could be gorgeous, his was.

Still dressed in my shirt and bra, I decided being completely naked was no longer necessary. Dressed in my shirt and bra I could ride his cock, and that was all that mattered.

My mouth salivated. I tingled. It was the all over kind of tingling that generally preceded me giggling like an idiot. My eyes shot up to meet his, paused, and then fell back to the object of my desire.

And I giggled. Just a little bit.

I felt his hands at my sides. I looked up. His eyes met mine and stopped me from giggling. I stood there, mesmerized, incapable of doing much of anything. I felt inexperienced and proceeding seemed complicated.

He reached down, pulled my shirt over my head, and laid it on the back of the couch. Then, he leaned forward to reach around me and unbuckle my bra. While he fumbled with the clasp, the tip of his dick shaft tapped against my stomach

It was all the invitation I needed.

I reached between his legs and blindly searched.

I felt my boobs rise and then fall. I saw my bra being flicked aside out of the corner of my eye.

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