I’m getting advice from my Aunt Sally who I’m living with for my final year of high school. To be less nervous she’s giving me a roadmap to sexual pleasure. I’m anxious that my new girlfriend, Miriam, may have expectations I can’t meet. Mind, Body and Spirit. We’re just about to start the Body and she’s demonstrating the anatomy lesson on herself. My buck-naked virgin ass is seated facing her on the satin-sheeted bed as she speaks in hypnotic tines and strikes her legs and hips.
“Alright, let’s begin. You know I’m a good friend of your parents and in their absence I can guide you but It’s your own character that makes the choices.” Her fingers outlining her pubis undulating, massaging the area. My eyes flicked from her eyes and her crotch, mesmerized by the pink lips, maybe the gloss of a tiny bit of wetness. ‘To please a woman require that mind – trust in a shared intent, body – and the many many erogenous zones and the individual responses and the Spirit, which we’ll come to.
I sat naked on the chair, cock straining rigid, leaking precome as I watched her and listened to her words. “First you need to ignite the body’s passion”, she raised her arms and clutched them across her chest, hugging. She lowered her eyelids, resting her cheek on her shoulder. “Let her feel safe in your arms, communicate by touch your intentions, whisper that you’re wanting to share this joy, breath together. Feel her warm skin…come here”. I woke almost from a trance and walked up the side of the bed, erection bouncing to her seated, knees up still hugging her shoulders. “I want you to feel my back, my shoulders, feel how hot they are. Are you OK with that?” I could feel heat radiating from her. I raised my hand and hovered a moment – is this some line I’m crossing? I lay my hand on her smooth skin and felt the hum of her sigh through her back. She rolled her head over my hand and I curved my fingers feeling the muscles move along the back of her neck. “That’s it, stroke your fingers through my hair.” To do so I needed to place my knee up on the bed and her groan moved me as she leaned into my hand. I glanced down and wiped the precome off my cock with my other hand. Her hand took mine and she kissed the back and then sucked the fingers dry before kissing each tip. “Wait – sit back down. Obviously if you get the passion rise right – like that – everything will just flow. Touch yourself if you want to but don’t come yet, we’ve a bit to get through”. She sat back on her arms and sighed, finishing with a shiver. “Right, once you’ve got the passions up the aim is to set a rhythm, a tempo and I don’t mean fucking” she laughed, eyes crinkling. Her eyes were alive, just like a saw in those polaroids. I clutched my cock, so hard and sending tickling pleasure up my spine.
“There’s no sequence but you start from the G-rated stuff and sense if that’s OK, that there’s shared intent.” She cupped her breasts again, lifting and letting them drop. Taking one she held its heft with one hand and took the nipple. “Boobs are as individual as any person. Some like the aching pleasure and sensory highway to the clit that boobs are. Arousal changes what feels good, at the start I can’t stand any nipple play but once I’m warmed up I love any sensation.” I was curious, “Didn’t you …touch them before.” She looked sheepish and smiled. She stroke up from her ankles and let her knees open. Both her hands rose to her crotch and sat either side of her slit. “What can I say, I’m easily warmed up at my age.” With that she used her fingers to open her labia. There was a clear coating visible, a thin leak visible. “Before warming up it’s like an electric shock. I’m not the same as anyone else – you have to find out – that’s the message.” Her fingers traveled up and down a couple of times. “Right, breasts vary greatly with pregnancy and menstrual cycle but greatly influenced by mood. Once warmed up I adore the wartenburg wheel just around where the areola starts. That’s like a little wheel with little spikes that just step between the nerve ending and just makes me melt. Also the sensation is completely different when someone else does it. Come back over.” I was at her side, cock in hand. “Feel this, feel the soft breast and then how the skin changes. Take the nipple, feel it swell…ugh”. I held the thick nipple between my thumb and index finger. “That’s it, harder. Don’t twist, not much tug, that’s it, oooh”. I was astounded. Kneeling on the bed I placed a hand on each breast as Aunt Sally lay with her arms behind her head. I took both nipples and revealed their sameness, their differences. She writhed moaning under my hands. I looked down and saw that my cock was rubbing against her soft hip. Her hand came down her side and spread the precome on her side before lightly stroking my cock. “Right, back to your chair.” Read more »