(first time) “First time” part 1 [mF]

His name was Eric. He was but a babe, taking his first steps. A nervous thrill as each foot progressed in front of the other. He was being lured with each step, closer to the brink. He felt the rushing end and enjoyed what he could. He was but a babe.

Her name was Anita. She was the experienced, taking advantage of the inexperienced. The fears and joys were used in her game of thrills. She sat calmly, luring Eric to her side. A graceful gesture of her fingers, and he walked numbingly towards her. Her hand grazed over the spot next her and invited Eric to his place. She was the experienced.

His fingers were new to the touch of warmth. She wrapped his hand in her own, giving security and promises of love with her silent smile. She unwrapped her fingers and pulled away giving a brief moment of terror to Eric. Pulling away he feared meant the end. She brought her hands up to her neck. Delicately massaging her delicate skin with just 2 fingers. Guiding her fingers below her robe, Eric watched the graceful fall of Anita's robe. Over her shoulders, down her arms, and stopping at her elbow. She all the while watching this very action herself, then peered up and into Eric's eyes. He became aware and could do nothing but stare back into her rich soul. She once again wrapped his hand in her own.

Guiding his trembling hand to chest, she placed it over her heart. "Feel the beat of my heart" she said. "This is me, you are feeling me, and I want you to know me." Eric could do nothing but nod his head in acknowledgment, not truly understand what Anita had just said. She let go of his hand, and let instinct take over. Decending into every crease with his hand was like a fall into the unknown. The vibrant colors on Anita gave hints of passion and life. This very life he was experiencing through simple touch. Eric first moved his hand up, allowing his hand to wash over the inches of her body. Brushing over her neck line, he massaged Anita's powerful yet slender neck. A promise of strength Anita felt in that moment. Moving down he brushed over her bosom and nipple as though they were a second thought. A promise of playfulness that was not lost on her. Stopping under her left bosom he rounded his path along it's curve. Strategically, moving his hand, Eric brushed his thumb once again over her nipple. Giving a slight jolt to Anita, she coiled in pleasure and closed her eyes. With this sign of pleasure he made use of his other hand. Placing it on Anita's right thigh, covered by her rippled dress. Anita's eyes opened once again, pleased to be met by another. Seductively staring into Eric. Instinct was taking over as he dipped his hand low to the skirt of her dress. With strength and playfulness, he wrapped his hand over Anita's ankle. Guided by her leg, he ventured up with his left hand, all the while still enjoying the rounds up Anita's upper body. She enjoyed this venture to as with each inch Eric progressed, she opened her legs just a tiny bit more. Up her calf to the back of her knee, a ticklish spot for most, Anita coiled and giggled. Without stopping he moved up farther, venturing along the back side of her thigh and to the top of it. Anita's lower half was now fully exposed. The color of her panties, the lines of ankles, and the daintiness of her toes.

The progression of the babe thrilled Anita. Her hands had become bored, and sought to give pleasure of their own. For the first time Anita removed her sight from Eric's eyes and viewed a growing passion. Eric had lost himself in Anita, forgetting his own body and member. Careful not to startle Eric, Anita placed one hand on Eric's thigh. It did startle him. He did not stop however, but merely became aware of himself. He blushed in suprise. Anita nodded in kindness, once again promising safety and love. She slowly rubbed his thigh, watching as Eric grew and nodded with each heart beat. Eric's rubbing of Anita had become stronger, no long gliding over her curves but pressing into her tissue with both care and lust. Little by little Anita moved her hand closer and closer to the bobbing creature below. The first touch sent Eric into a stall, causing him to coil in pleasure. She could not lose this progress and pressed down on him. His head was firm and full of pleasures once dreamt of and now feeling. Guided by it's outline, Anita caressed Eric's hidden passion. Eric closed his eyes, hoping to remember ever touch and ounce of pressure. He felt the material of his jeans and the zipper holding it back. It had already broken through the hole of his boxers and was aching to feel more. He opened his eyes to Anita and with one glance he asked her for the next lesson.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3ase88/first_time_first_time_part_1_mf