How To…? [MF][mutual masturbation][teaching][gentle]

Joan had had an amazing night with Faerval. She thought about it on and off, sometimes drifting off to sleep to that thought… his soft touches, his hands, how she had felt…. After a month it wasn’t enough however. The arousal that happened when she saw him was too much. She had replayed the scene a million times by now. She would squeeze her legs together as she read her textbooks late at night. She never thought anatomy and physiology could be so…. exciting. Learning to be a healer…. her mind kept drifting to other things she’d like to be learning. So she made a plan (like she always did), and knocked on Faerval’s door one afternoon.

He opened it with a grin. He’s topless as usual, twirling his blonde hair in his free hand. “Need something?”

She flushed at the tone- a little saucy, a little sweet, completely inviting. Not too much, but she picks up on it in her aroused state. “I…. well…. do you remember last month when we…?”

“I… definitely remember it.” He bites his lip. “Why…?” Its open ended, daring her to answer.

“I’ve been thinking about it… and…. and I’ve been reading about…. human anatomy and I was wondering if it’s possible to stimulate… myself?” She slowly meets his eyes, remembering how his fingers had felt in her, how his palm had ground against her clit.

“That’s definitely possible.” He laughed. “Come on in, I’m just picking some stuff up.” He opens the door wider. She tiptoes shyly in and just admires him. He’s all rippling muscles and tan skin. He notices after a moment and winks, hair brush lazily in his hand. He flicks it back and forth before stroking his locks. Now he’s just showing off. “You like?” He asks. A muscular young elf in his underwear, brushing his gorgeous hair and winking at her?

“Yes…. I do.” She whispers. She bites her fingers a little- she has to do something with her hands.

“Good… can’t learn something sexual without being turned on, right? Now let’s get comfy yes?” He strips down to his underwear and gets on his bed. It’s tall, plush, king sized, with pillows and blankets spread to make it homey and soft. On all fours he faces her and stretches like a cat.

She nearly moans and shuts the door. All the memories can’t live up to the real thing…. all those muscles flexing under tan skin, tattoos rippling on forearms, soulful eyes staring up through lashes…. She really does moan.

“I’m innocently doing yoga and stretching.” He smirks. “What’s the matter?” He reaches his arms up to the ceiling to display his carved chest. Another sound escapes her and she feels light headed as she looks at his smooth abs and… those hips. A perfect V leading down to a semi-hard on trapped in perfect silken underwear. “Come join me.” He coaxes.

She swallows, pulls up her courage, and takes her top off. She prepared for this- lotioned skin, her prettiest bra, and even a gold necklace. At his grin, she unhooked her bra to show him her breasts… round, heavy, with tiny nipples already on end in excitement.

There was an ache in her hips as she climbed onto the bed with him. “You’re beautiful.” He assured her. “Mmmm alright. Stretch with me. Get to know yourself, Joan.”

She mirrors him as best she can, kneeling, hands on knees. He reaches one arm up, exhaling. “Ah, damn look at you. Feel that stretch? Mmmm that nipple free in the air, how pretty your brown skin is in the light, how your hair just falls gracefully over your shoulders. Believe in your own beauty. I’ve got girls and boys in here with me nearly every night of the week, or I spend time with myself…. because I truly believe I’m beautiful and pleasurable. I know I’m good. Believe you’re good. Do you believe that?”

“I… I do.” She feels it, feels good as she reaches both arms up. It’s new and fun and she’s completely aware of herself. He goes down into a child’s pose and she copies with a moan. He laughs.

“Feels good doesn’t it? To appreciate yourself?”

“I’m- I’m aroused?” She wonders and smiles as she arches her back. She does feel good, sensual, sexual…. There’s a twitch between her legs and that makes her wiggle.

They both keep stretching and he lets her feel her body and that beautiful sensuality. “Mmm, lay back now. Just touch yourself anywhere with those lovely hands.” She does as he says and her fingers brushing over her skin leave trails of goosebumps behind. She starts at her shoulders, then down her arms. The soft hair stands on end and she breathes out a moan.

“Touch your breasts too… get to know yourself.”

“You’re such a good teacher…” She told him as she followed his instructions. Her breasts were soft and pillowy and through her exploration she discovered the undersides made her wiggle her hips and smile in pleasure. She rubbed there for a moment. So she kept doing it happily.

“Try your nipples. Pull on them, squish them, pinch, twist.” He offers her many choices, then lays back next to her now fully hard. “Would you mind if I touched myself?”

She pauses with nipples twisted hard in both hands, moaning, and nods. “As long as you’ll still be my teacher.”

He grins and palms himself through his underwear. “Oh trust me, I’m invested in your academic career. Try touching yourself over your pants.”

She immediately feels the heat soaking through, the dampness, the sweat and arousal pooling between her legs. Knowing he’s touching himself inches away makes all this even better. She tentatively goes up and down, encouraged by his hitch in breath. Her heart pounds in her ears and it feels… so… good.

With a rush of bravery she struggles out of her pants and throws them off the bed. She shoves her hand right back down and he laughs as he strokes his cock. “Eager! That’s good. I’m glad you feel good. Try going inside. Tell me what you feel.”

She goes inside her underwear, instantly amazed and in heaven. “It’s hot…. I’m wet- I’m wet!” She sighs. “There’s a… there’s a mound, and the bump there you called my clit, then my slit which…. oh it feels good…. oh it feels so so good.” She moaned, unable to play the learner anymore. Pure academics was amazing but this… now this was even better.

“And now you know how to touch yourself, Joan. Keep going and do what feels good.”

She lay there and experimented as he watched. He adjusted her hand every so often if she looked stuck or unsure, and kept stroking his velvet length slowly. He loved watching a woman relax and enjoy herself and feel beautiful.

She moaned as she dipped a finger inside herself. She was so… so sensitive and she dragged the sensation out as long as she could. “Gods… gods it’s good…” She rubbed more, flicked, played with herself until she found a rhythm and pressure on her clit that felt good. He matched her rhythm and clear pre cum pearled over his fingers. She bucked upwards against herself, now desperate for that release.

After a long low cry she arched her back and squeezed until it ripped through her like a tidal wave. She collapsed and let her eyes roll back and her stomach spasm. She couldn’t even breathe as her world nearly went dark. As she came down she pulled her soaked hand out of her underwear and flushed.

The elf was dazed next to ber, just staring at her wet, gleaming hand. He made a guttural sound as he came on his stomach and fingers. “I love…. I love how wet your fingers are….”

“I think I love it too….” She whispered.

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