[Original Work] by Explicit Inkwell
[Focuses on: Both him and her, vanilla sex]
[Overall feel: A Very Relieving First-Time]
[For fans of: >!First time experiences, overcoming reluctance and shyness, a simple and believable plot, taking it slow, lots of build-up, teasing, dirty talk, choking, a touch of anal play, vaginal sex, cumming inside, and of course still swimsuits.!<]
Cheerfully she swung open her front door and smiled wide to meet him, a sight he would never tire of – except this time, he found her standing in front of him with nothing but a baggy shirt hanging down over her bare thighs; a sight that he decided he would also never tire of. They embraced before he could comment, lips locked for a brief moment before she spun around and lead him into the house, the oversized shirt swaying with her hips. He stalled to close the door, and by the time he caught up with her in the kitchen she was just starting to pull up her shirt. He watched from behind as she lifted her arms high above her head, stretching her body out, proudly revealing her new swimsuit: a provocative red color, criss-crossing lines of string pulled taught against her back, ending with a rounded curve dipping just above her butt. “Well, what do you think?”
“It‘s really cute, you look great in it!” He found himself blurting his first thoughts out, stepping towards her as she hung her shirt neatly over her arm, turning her head to watch him through her dark curls. Cute wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear, but pride welled in her chest all the same when he followed up with, “Red’s actually a very nice color on you.”
“Thank you, honey,” she purred, spinning around to face him. “Wanna get right in the pool? This heat’s been killing me.” Really, she was still worked up from her activities earlier in the morning, something she admitted to herself as she nervously shifted She motioned to the small bathroom tucked away in the corner of the kitchen, and he obliged, resisting the urge to make a joke about the heat he felt from admiring her; a different kind of heat, so he thought. “Oh, hey!” she called after him as he closed the door behind him, “I left my birth control by the sink in there. Would you grab it for me?”
Hearing that made him mumble, “Birth control…?” under his breath. He spotted the pills in question before tugging his shirt off and over his head, trying desperately not to think into it. His thoughts progressed from guilt for not thinking to bring condoms into even more guilt for even considering he’d need to bring them at all. He shook himself free of his shorts and his thoughts, and swapped into his simple black and grey swim trunks – a plain staple he wore for many P.E. classes in the past. Clearly he didn’t spend the effort picking an outfit like she did, though in his mind she wouldn’t be paying attention to anything like that in the first place. This train of thought brought the image of her striking swimsuit back into his mind, and as his he felt his suit get tight he noticed it was getting rather small on him – there was little room between suit and skin, which complimented his slightly muscular legs and left a faint outline of his member compressed down one side. It would be hard to keep himself hidden.
Shaking off his visions of her, he stepped back out and met her in the kitchen, where she prepared towels for the two of them. She looked dignified, standing with fresh towels hung neatly over her crossed arm. His eyes couldn’t help but linger at the towel’s end, falling just above her thighs, with a bit of visible swimsuit disappearing between her legs. He handed over her pills and instantly took her bait, his compulsion to keep up conversation prompting him to say, “So.. I didn’t know you were taking birth control.”
She glanced over at him, taking her chance to look him over as she fumbled with the card of pills. She acknowledged that his look was impressively average at face value, his only standout feature being a contagious smile. Though something about his ability to simultaneously blend in and stand out drew her to him. His body was muscular enough to show activity, but not toned enough to be noticed with eyes alone which, upon feeling them wrapped around her when he hugged her close, she decided suited her just fine. His legs however were a bit more defined, something the two of them had long hikes to thank for. Her eyes scanned him and she tried to hide her smile when she realized he wore exactly the suit she hoped he would: the one that’s just perfectly too small.
“Mom insisted on it when she found out we were dating.” She popped the pill in her mouth, bringing her arm from her face in his direction to send a towel over swinging to him, satisfied to watch as his face gave away the possibilities birth control brought to his mind. He was always so easy to read, a trait that she used for her amusement from time to time – but she was quickly growing tired of keeping up the innocent act between them. She turned, tossing her own towel over her shoulders and walking towards the sliding glass door leading outside, accentuating the sway of her hips, fully aware that her bathing suit was riding up her butt and that his gaze would be fixed upon it as her towel swayed just above it. She looked back as she pulled the door aside, snapping him out of his daydream with her voice. “It’s probably better to be safe, anyway. You never know what could happen.” Stepping outside and missing his reaction, she tossed her towel aside and made a break for the pool, lowering herself into the water just in time to see him chase after her.
The pair enjoyed a carefree day in the water, simply enjoying each other’s company. By the time the sun stopped beating down, hours worth of not-so-accidental touches and many opportunities to eye each other up had left them both flustered. Eventually they moved to her attached hot tub, where they found themselves sitting side-by-side in full contact with each other, his arm resting around her on the outside the tub, fingers dangling in the water on her other side. Feeling his thigh against hers, his fingers idly grazing her arm, she reached a breaking point where her feelings began turning to frustration. She turned towards him and locked him in a kiss, a small action which she hoped would buy her a bit more time to come up with a plan – but they found themselves unwilling to break away. Lips parted and gave way to tongues as he reached his free arm over and let his hand rest high up her thigh. Upon feeling this, she smiled against his lips and read his desire, lifted her leg across him to straddle him between her knees, trapping him between her body and the tub’s wall. His hands fell on her hips, her simple act of taking the initiative enough to get his blood pumping. With a gentle push from him, she lowered herself down to feel his now-erect cock between her legs.
She sighed gratefully, looking him in eyes as she rested her crotch directly onto him. “My, my… did I do this to you?” she asked, feeling him twitch against her. Just as he went to answer, she slid herself from him, kneeling in the deepest part of the tub with her head and shoulders just above the water, hands falling on his thighs and taking a loose grip on his shorts. He raised his hips, allowing her to quickly slide them down to his thighs with an intense hunger she hasn’t felt before, his erection popping out to greet her; from below the water, but still close enough to make her face flush, the warm water from the hot tub adding to her rush. She eyed his exposed member as it stood waiting to her attention, swallowed hard as she imagined finally having him inside of her.
She stood up and he followed her lead until he was out of the water and exposed to air. Leaning herself against him to keep him in place, she felt an arm curve down her body, stopping to feel the skin before the end of her bathing suit. She responded by reaching down and taking him in her hand. He was too stunned to focus on anything other than the thought of what she would do next, and his hand only idled there – but she was enjoying her time in charge nonetheless. She curiously traced her fingers down his length, resting her hand at its base, lost in her fantasy come true until he finally recovered his senses enough to speak. “Wait, are you sure about this?” He wanted to bite off his tongue as soon as the objection left his mouth, but found it hard to escape his mental image of the shy, well-behaved girl he knew for years before this one moment.
Hearing his concern and seeing his guard completely drop, she couldn’t resist toying with him, despite his question coming from a good place. Though shy, she was also very cunning and usually able to stay a step ahead of those around her; a talent she oft used lovingly on him. “Oh, I get it.. I’m supposed to behave, I probably shouldn’t be doing something like this, right?” She withdrew her hand from the base of his shaft, carefully running her palm along the length of it, her fingertips making him quiver as she slid them over the tip. His voice caught in his throat for just a moment as she released him and took a step away, turning to reach for the edge of the tub. She glanced back at him, satisfied with the confusion on his face, and followed up with a sly giggle, “Oh, come on. I’m not that much of a tease. I know what I want to do.” He snapped his attention back her, starting to take a step toward her but stopping as she slowly got into position before him: she lowered to on her knees on the ledge they previously sat on, her butt hovering just above the water, and leaned forward, ending on all fours with her hands outside of the tub. The sight of her presenting her backside, the striking red swimsuit perfectly silhouetting her cheeks and hugging her curves was more than enough of a distraction for her to sneak a hand down her side.
Readjusting herself to rest on her left arm, she looked back at him with her curls falling over her face and a sheepish smile plastered across her lips. She counted on her remaining adrenaline and slid her right hand over her bottom, finding the edge of her swimsuit and yanking it to the right and over her skin, exposing herself. While her motion was quick, he would have sworn time slowed as red moved aside to reveal her bare, pale skin, her lower lips giving away just a hint of pink, begging to be explored further.
Her fingers followed the stretched cloth as she dragged it up her right cheek, slowly exposing her butt as she went before digging her fingers into her soft skin, managing to stretch both her self open to give him a stunning view of both holes – and stunned is exactly what he was, as he gratefully watched the show, itching for his chance to get a hold of her. Slowly wiggling her hips, she lowered her tone and prepared to get one last rise out of him: “If it’s my virginity you’re worried about… You’ll just have to fuck my tight, good-girl asshole instead, right?” This was a day of many firsts; she rarely cursed in conversation, though her inner dialogue was usually much sharper than what she broadcasted. While she was just saying it to rile him up, she was surprised to find herself with a craving she hadn’t seriously considered before – though this image of herself proved a bit too much for her, and she snapped her face forward to hide her telltale blush, her cheeks immediately flaring to life with that signature red tone.
Though she would have loved to see his reaction, she didn’t have time to compose herself and look back before she felt a strong grip clenching each side of her hips. He pulled her forcefully back onto his erection, an action which forced a gasp out of her as she bounced against him, their bare skin meeting as she tightened her grip on the suit she still held aside. He had recovered and finally allowed himself to believe the sight in front of him, ready to make the most of it. As he ground his full length against her ass, he leaned into her and found his lips just behind her ear, ready to repay her enthusiasm with his own. “I didn’t know what a little slut you could be.” Hearing his voice made her shiver, hearing him call her a slut filled her with surprising pride, then she froze as he wrapped his arm around her body and slid his hand up her stomach and over her chest, stopping just shy of her neck – a unintentional tease she immediately began forming a payback plan for. “I’ve wanted this view of you for a very long time, so if you’re sure, I’ll take you now.” Hearing his words simply made her smile as she looked back at him again.
Their eyes met as she looked back, where they would rest on each other while she obediently slid her ass up and down the length of his cock, the pair of them both quivering at the sensation as he passed back and forth over her hole. “Only yours,” she said softly, correcting him. “I’ll only be a good little slut for you.” Though the words still surprised her, she was prepared to roll with her new character as long as things continued to go this well. Still slick with water from the tub, she managed to slide herself forward and out out his grip, his hand making a passing grab at her chest before she spun around to meet him face to face. She sat on the edge of the pool, eyes wandering from his face down his body, lingering on his abdomen before scanning down across his eager erection to the swim trunks still pulled tight between his thighs. As she lowered her back down onto the cold ground surrounding the hot tub, she finally made her demand, back to her normally reserved voice. “Of course, that means you’ll be responsible for me as well…” She spread her legs wide, feet resting on the edge of the tub, but the bathing suit had betrayed him by sliding back into place.
She beckoned him forward with a single finger and a sexy smile that betrayed the sheepish blush that now seemed permanent on her face. She watched him lift his knee and take a high step forward, finally shoving his trunks down his legs one at a time and left them carelessly floating in the water behind him. As she watched his approach, anticipation churned in her chest and once more reached down pulled her suit to the side. As he reached her, kneeling on the step and found himself perfectly angled to finally enter her, she slipped her fingers in between her lips and spread them wide, revealing her pink pussy entirely as a few strings of fluid across her lips showed her anticipation. As he stood over her, holding himself in his hand, he pressed his swollen tip against the top of her lips and slowly rubbed it up and down, feeling for her entrance and watching her squirm at the feeling. Once he found his place and she felt his tip prodding to come inside, she wrapped her legs, soft and welcoming, around his waist while he lowered his face closer to hers, supporting himself with a hand on the ground next to her.
Their reservations finally cast aside, she reached out to hold his face in her hands and made her genuine plea, one and for all. “Please take good care of me,” both hands tracing the sides of his jaw then moving slowly down his throat and onto his chest , “and I’ll do the same for you.”
No more words were needed. He slipped inside easily, just barely past his tip, feeling the wet heat of her pussy as her walls seemed to urge him forward. He gave her a bit more and the pair gasped in unison and froze, the new feeling clouding their minds, unmatched by anything they could do to themselves with hands and fingers alone. As they locked eyes, both her hands tense against his chest and his free hand finding a grip on her side, they slowly pushed on. He slid back as she breathed out, preparing for the next wave as he pushed deeper inside her, a process they would repeat inch by inch as they molded themselves to each other. Her hands explored his body, gliding up and down between his abdomen and his chest, soaking in his bare skin and feeling the muscle his appearance only hinted at. He pressed on, finding a slow rhythm to work her up, enjoying her whimper that grew increasingly loud with each extra inch he introduced inside of her. His hand found its way up her body, reaching her chest, where he alternated between gently caressing her breasts and taking rough grips on them, struggling to hold himself back from giving her everything at once.
Then he felt her legs tighten around his waist, pulling him in closer. He stopped his motion, stalled deep inside her, holding out on the length he had left. Instead, he began gyrating his hips, a motion that she matched as she massaged herself on the length he was allowing her – the pleasure of which took him by surprise, making him breathe heavier. Between jolts of pleasure she watched as his body tensed and released, content to continue moving her hips, keeping him inside, seeing him melt; occasionally she would feel his tip brush against just the right spot, a bit deeper inside than she could discover with her fingers, making her eyes roll back as she gasped. As this continued, he slid his hand over her chest and towards her neck once again, sending a wave of pleasure down her body as she swallowed hard, before he tugged the string that had fallen there, untying her suit and folding it down over her stomach to expose her breasts, perked up with her nipples standing at attention.
She must have shown her disappointment, because he moved his hand quickly back to her collar, watching her chest rise and fall as he edged his hand towards and away from her throat. Each time his hand cupped the base of her neck, her breath would catch in her throat from anticipation. It clicked that she was loving the idea of being choked, which he mentally noted to use against her later.
He was considering making her beg to be fucked, a punishment worthy of all the teasing she got away with that day alone – but the look in her eyes conveyed everything he would have wanted to hear. He began sliding back out of her as he’d been doing and watched her relax, taking advantage of the moment to test his theory and place his hand on her throat. She met him with approval, leaning her head back and sticking out her neck to meet his hand, a naughty but satisfied smile stretching across her face. Distracted by this feeling, she was unprepared to receive him once more as he plunged forward, disappearing completely into her in a swift motion that elicited a loud moan and an arched back. That was all he needed to hear, and treading this new ground meant the pair were nearing their limits quickly.
He pushed himself up with the hand on the ground, straightening out and taking a tight grip on her thigh, the other hand still resting atop her outstretched neck, fingers gently applying pressure and releasing in rhythm with his thrusts. In one hand gripped this wrist tightly, hinting that she needed more, while her other hand fell across her stomach, clenching her fist around the spare material of her swimsuit, squeezing hard in an attempt to resist moaning her overwhelming pleasure. It wasn’t working; her moans of approval echoing off the fence encasing her back yard and back to them, accentuated by their the sharp slap of their skin smacking against each other.
He swore she was clenching down on him tighter with every thrust as he struggled to hold himself back, instinctively gripping her throat tighter, fingers squeezing the sides of her neck. She had an equally hard time containing herself, each thrust paced perfectly to send her a new jolt of pleasure before she recovered from the last one, digging her nails into his wrist and pulling his hand harder onto her throat. Her orgasm built up in an instant, leaving her no time to announce it as her legs locked him inside her down to his base, her body shaking and muscles contracting as she came. Her erratic motions saw her clenching and releasing on his dick, forcing his own orgasm out. He leaned forward over her, groaning loudly as he let loose inside of her, introducing her to an unfamiliar heat that made her swing her arms up and around his neck and yank him down to her level. As the pair were left them squirming against each other in recovery, they locked in a series of long kisses while waiting for their minds to clear.
After their respite, she freed him from her legs as her feet hung over the side and into the water. While he stood himself back on his legs, sliding out from inside her but still being gripped tightly, she propped herself up on her elbows breathlessly admiring him, shivering as the warm liquid streamed out of her and down her crotch. She stood herself upright, slipped her her bathing suit down her legs and stepped out of it, presenting her naked body to him. He stepped up and out of the hot tub, the two of them exposed to the slight chill of the nighttime air. Without bothering to catch her breath, she took his hand and tugged on it, inviting him to follow her inside.
Now that they knew they fit like puzzle pieces, they refused to waste any more time. He was ready to ravage the beautiful sight before him, and she was prepared to take it all; like the good girl she is.
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Nice story! Hope there is more!