Last Virgin by caribbean

Last Virgin by caribbean

Discover the steamy and provocative adult sex story of the Last Virgin in this thrilling tale of passion and desire. Join us as we explore the forbidden world of lust and temptation in this captivating read.<br/>

I first saw her across the yard and was attracted to her classic beauty and poise. She was tall and slim but shapely, with a pretty face, and displayed the demeanor of a true Southern Belle. Any lady having her stature and beauty would be widely pursued in LA. I assumed she was ‘taken’ because men seemed to be generally inattentive to her. I approached her, introduced myself and told her she was the prettiest lady at the bar-b-que.

Hearing me talk, she knew I was not a local lad, and asked where I was from. I told her and explained that I was there working on a one-year project. During the following month we went out a few times, to dinners and a concert. Although she seemed to have formed a comfortable nature with me, our evenings always ended with light kisses and she showed little interest in heavier necking.

One Saturday I worked all day and after working late l decided to go out for a brew. It was typical late evening summer weather for south Alabama: hot and humid; in the eighties at ten o’clock with drizzle and light rain. There is one local club that caters to the twenties set, so I go there. She is there with her younger sister and both are a bit tipsy. I sit with them and we chat and dance, and I buy a round of drinks.

The club closes at midnight (being in the south with ‘blue’ laws, everything closes early.) She is concerned that her parents would be angry if she took sis home in her semi-soused state. So we go to my apartment for some late coffee. My electric power is out, so we light some candles, and while I brew in the kitchen and chat with her, sis curls up on the sofa and dozes off.

We discuss the miserable weather and she says that she will find it hard to sleep–it being so hot and muggy. I tell her that I have a solution to that problem: “sleeping on a water bed is very refreshing. Wanna see?” I take her hand and lead the way to the bedroom.

During our few dates she had always seemed to go along with what I wanted, passively and without objection. I figure that this foray would be the same and it is. At the bed, I lie down and pull her down with me. I remove my shoes, then hers, explaining that waterbeds and shoes don’t mix well. While I fumble with her shoes she is completely passive, laying on her back with her hands on her tummy. Once her shoes are off she crosses her legs at her ankles.

I lie on my side, facing her and place my hand on her hands. I begin to lightly stroke her arm and kiss her cheek, then her mouth. She remains her normally passive self and shows no reaction. I rub her other arm across her body, and allow my forearm to brush her breast. No reaction. I kiss her mouth again and then lick across her lips. She grins a single giggle.

I tell her to “kiss me back, you’ll like it” and I kiss her lips again, yet she remains passive. I kiss her chin, down her neck, and along the top seam of her loose halter-top. I kiss the fabric that covers her breast and sense a hard nub there, so I move my hand to her breast and definitely feel a firm nipple. She passively fends me away. I say “your body says you like this, but I think your mind is denying it, relax and enjoy.”

I again kiss her lips to no effect, then her neck, and chest. I place my hand up under her top on her bare tummy and I rub lightly in a circular motion. I expand my circles until I am grazing the base of her bra.

My expanding circles make an astounding discovery. Because she is thin and laying on her back, her tummy has retracted back from the peaks of her hipbones. There is a loose gap between her jeans and her tummy. I explored this area by turning my hand over and rub her with the backs of my fingers. This maneuver allows me to easily delve into the jeans gap without being awkward.

Then I find out that the elastic waistband of her panty was also not touching her tummy. In no time I am massaging her pubic hair under her panty, and am surprised that she continues to be completely passive.

We have been in bed together almost half an hour and all this time I am wondering “what is going on?” All girls I had ever been with liked to neck, kiss, hug and pet, and enjoyed fooling around. Most went “all the way” at some level. Some would go so far and then erect a rigid barrier beyond which they would not venture. This lady would not get lovey and not fool around. But she didn’t object to anything either.

My mind is zooming. Here she is almost catatonic having been almost completely still while my hands roamed over her most intimate regions. I knew she was very passive and had just re-proven that to myself. But maybe in this instance she was actually drunker than I thought, like her sister. Or maybe she is setting me up for some rape claim with her sis as a witness. I didn’t know if sis remained dozing on the couch, or was she right now rifling my abode? I muse these concerns while kissing her neck and shoulders, and I decide to push forward until she stops me.

I stop my circling hand at the snap to her jeans while I move my head to kiss her tummy and belly button. While doing so I unbutton her pants, and slide her zipper down. She makes no reaction. I kiss and lick into her belly button and run a finger into the void between her legs inside her pants. She gives off a single shiver. I wonder again about a possible setup, so I tell her “Anytime you want me to stop, just say no.” But she remains passive.

She remains on her back, with one arm at her side and the other hand near its opposite shoulder in a modest semblance of protecting her chest. Her legs are crossed at her shins, her pant fly is open, and her panty waistband is pushed down below her dark golden pubic hair. I kiss her tummy, her pelvis, and her pubic hair; she is passive. At her pubes I sniff her strong, musky aroma. Her scent smells of fresh cut lawn mixed with something sweet and fruity, like baked apples. I lick across her panty band where the panty is bunched near the bottom of her fly. She gasps and flinches uncrossing her legs.

“Wow! Your body liked that,” I say as I turn and straddle her legs. Using my lips I make nibbling circles on her tummy, belly button, and pubic hair. I hook my fingers into the back pockets of her jeans. Then I dip my chin under her panty waistband and I lick as deeply as I can. Her body quakes and she hums a mewing sound. She spreads her thighs an inch or two but her legs are trapped by my legs. During this convulsion she had lifted her weight from her pant seat and I pulled her pants down 3 or 4 inches, giving my chin room to sink deeper between her soft thighs.

I lick again extending my tongue down enough to taste her essence. She yelps and squirms, her movement helping me pull her pants from under her bottom. I lift my head and ask, “Was that a ‘stop’?” looking up at her face. Her eyes show intense concentration but her face is alight with a big grin. She says nothing. With my torso off her legs I tug her jeans down to her knees while she modestly pulls her panty up and her halter down.

I arise on my knees and lean up and forward over her. I bring my lips to hers and kiss her. I lick across her lips, causing her to grin again. I kiss her hard over her smile forcing my tongue between her lips. She nudges me defensively like saying this invasion was too truly ‘close to home.’ I roll off of her and twist my body bringing my head to the gap between her halter and panty, where I again kiss, nibble and lick.

I set my fingertips along the crevice between her now bare thighs and begin rubbing gently back and forth. My light stroke starts as a short, slow tickle, that I steadily lengthen and strengthen it, pressing my fingertips between her thighs. I barely graze her panty and feel moisture which has seeped through. “God, you’re so wet” I remark. I watch her face as I push her jeans down to her ankles. Her pleasant expression does not change.

I drag my fingers up her leg and easily part her knees, now freed from the jean restraint. I place my open hand flat on her muff and rub lightly up and down. She moans quietly. I kiss and nibble across her panty to her thigh while I reach down to her cuff and pull off her jeans. My kissing excursion down her body reaches her knee just as her leg is freed, and I reverse direction back up her thigh. As I do so I twist and roll my torso between her legs, and proceed to kiss up her thigh and across her panty.

I settle between her legs and move my arms under and around them. This position allows me to lick and nibble inside her thighs rather than along the front. I kiss up one thigh, across her wet spot, and down the other thigh. Then backtrack the other way. After several passes I stop my roving head at the leg seam of her panty and lick up the skin next to it. I tongue across her panty to the other seam and lick there. I go back and forth licking each seam multiple times.

I feel her quiver on one up-lick and I look at her face which is set in concentration, eyes closed with heavy breath, and faint irregular moans. I can see the outline of her erect nipples thru her bra and halter.

While licking her seams, I have pulled down the waist of her panty. I gently bite the panty center and tug them loose so I can work the tip of my tongue under the seam and I lick up her fold. She trembles and ekes, and puts her hand over mouth to stifle the sound. Again and again I lick under seam and as she squeams I pull down the panty waistband to loosen it. Soon her panty is taught between her thighs and I am lapping up her nectar and tickling her nub with my tongue. Her moans have become a steady hum – she’s purring like a kitten.

A primal instinct inside her has begun directing her bodily responses. Her hips begin a gentle rhythm to assist my tongue’s task and enhance her stimulation. Its decision time for me. If I let her climax now I’m afraid she’ll just pull herself together and leave.

All sorts of thoughts spin in my mind while I’m licking her. She’s been almost completely passive so far and has not said “no” or otherwise stopped me. But neither has she offered any encouragement. And what about possibly being set up for legal action? But we’ve been at “it” almost an hour and I hadn’t forced anything. There’s been no struggle at all, no force, and no hurry or rush. Is she not resisting due to a fear of possible violence? I don’t know but I decide that I want her panties off before she climaxes.