Hey, guys. Well, I guess you’ve been good and waited all week, and I can’t really leave you hanging any longer … so I’ll finish my story for you so you can finish some other things… ?
Where we last left off, I had just introduced my friend to strap-ons. She’s really adorable and innocent and I’m pretty sure had never seen one before in real life, and once we got past the initial shock … and penetration, we were ready to play.
I started above her, because I figured that would be more comfortable for her, but pretty quickly we figured it wasn’t quite working for her. Something about the angle, or depth, but either way, it wasn’t hitting the spots she needed.
She then very shyly asked me if she could try riding me. She didn’t use those words, obviously. But she wanted to be on top. I grinned – I had thought she couldn’t get any sweeter. So we pulled a Chinese firedrill and sat her above me.
I got her to lower herself back down onto me and right away I knew this would work much better. Almost immediately there was a shift. It was barely inside her and already she was closing her eyes and drawing in a breath. She wasn’t big in the moaning department – she was a really quiet girl, and in bed was no exception – but I was learning her little tells, and knew I had her.
Once she was fully mounted on me, her lids fluttered open and she looked at me expectantly, eyeing me for the next move. I grinned teasingly and shook my head at her – this was all her. She was the one in the driver’s seat, I was just along for the ride.
A look of shy mortification flickered across her face for just a moment, but then she looked down, furrowed her brow in concentration, and went to work. Even when focused, her sense of determination was so earnest. I smiled and leaned back and rested my head on my arms, totally at ease. I liked watching her at this angle. The view was totally sweet.
I saw as she very tentatively tried a first thrust, lifting herself up with her legs and sinking back down. I saw her eyes close and her breath get taken away as she was once again overwhelmed with pleasure. I watched her do it again … and again … and again.
I watched as slowly but surely her self-consciousness drained away, sensations and instinct took over, and she was borne away by the moment.
I felt a thrill of wickedness right alongside her as she realized this position wasn’t entirely working for her anymore – that she needed *more* – and abruptly shot toward me so she was leaning forward, leaning into it, leaning into me, her arms now braced on either side of my head.
I was so close to her face now, and could see the moment she gained traction from her clit rubbing on my pelvis – her contact raising some goosebumps and tingles of my own – and the moment she came … tiny twitches rippling across her features as it overcame her.
A moment passed after she stilled, and another breath escaped her, but a sigh this time.
She slowly opened her eyes and came back to herself, and when she saw me looking at her, let her eyes drop and gave me the tiniest of embarrassed smiles.
I reached up and brushed some hair out of her face, and she smiled wider, eyes still cast down but leaning into it.
I felt a surge of tenderness spread through me, but none so much as when she looked back at me, a bright twinkle dancing in her eyes, and said, ‘Your turn?’
I couldn’t argue with that. I had gotten wet enough just from watching her but now was full on tingling from head to toe … and everywhere in-between.
I stayed on my back, not complaining, as she went to work undoing the harness, lifting it off, and sliding down my underwear.
She had me full-on bared and spread for her, her hands hovering uncertainly as she stared down my naked cunt, before she seemed to realize that she didn’t have the slightest idea of what to do next. I guess it’s one thing to see – or in her case feel – an experienced hand, another entirely to try to duplicate it yourself.
I’d suspected this might be an issue, and wasn’t sure how far she’d be willing to go with this, but she’d seemed so determined, I hadn’t wanted to stop her. So instead I rolled my eyes good-naturedly, and got her to go find something for me in the duffle bag of toys I’d brought with me.
She returned a minute later with the whole bag and a kind of helpless grin, so I reached in and pulled out the small hand-held clit vibrator. I showed her how to work it, what speed I liked and how to hold it to me, and she seemed eager to learn.
I was delighted and pleased to have such a willing pupil, but I soon forgot everything as she began and quickly found the spot.
I’m not as quiet as she is, but tried to get a hold of it a little because I figured anything too violent might startle her, so I kept myself under-wraps as best I could, limiting my moans to soft hums and throaty sighs.
I reached out and found her waist with my hand. I played with her shirt, tangling it in my fingers and caressing her slight form as, with her light touch and clever hand, she brought wave after wave down on me.
Holding a vibrator doesn’t take much skill, and it’s not something you can really fuck up, but she seemed to know what I needed, watching my responses and making changes accordingly. She did this thing where she’d vary the pressure, bearing down on me in an undulating movement that was driving me crazy, and then holding it still just when I needed it most.
I was losing my grip on myself and couldn’t keep back the groan that coughed its way out of my throat when I came, everything crashing over me and wrenching through me, but if I freaked her out, she didn’t complain. For a second I almost didn’t care.
I couldn’t move right away afterwards. I was panting. I didn’t know what the fuck that was, but I was hungry for more. I’d known this girl was great but … holy shit.
I looked at her and she just looked pleased. I guess satisfied out of her fucking mind she’d done that to me.
I couldn’t believe it myself.
I knew we’d booked the hotel room for a week, but suddenly that didn’t seem like enough time.
I suddenly understood why she had been so freakin excited when we’d first got there, glancing around, twitchy and nervous like this would be taken away from her at any second. I’d thought she’d been scared to begin, but then I realized it was because she was scared it wouldn’t *last*.
I figured we’d just have to make it last, because I realized in that moment that that was only the beginning.
I’ll tell you about it next time …
Hey, guys – thanks for reading.
There’s plenty more to come.
-Gwenn
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