What did I know about pleasing a woman? Why would she be interested in having a clumsy virgin who wasn’t even all that sure where things go, poking around her privates? Sure, I had watched my share of porn but had never seen, let alone touched the real thing. Fuck, what if it went in the wrong hole?
As I lay in my sleeping bag, my confidence in question, thoroughly convinced that this whole thing was nothing but a sick fantasy I had conjured in my head, I began to wonder what her pussy looked like. I had fantasized about it for years, but never actually saw it. Mrs. H always emphasized that real girls do not look like girls you see in porn. My mind instantly flashed to a picture I had seen of a woman giving birth. Mrs. H was a mother after all. Would it be all stretched out with big flappy lips hanging between her legs? Would it smell? Sure, I had helped myself to Mrs. H’s soiled panties a few times, but they mostly just smelled like sweat and pee. Would it smell different when she was all horny and wet? Then I thought about her breasts, those naughty little nipples poking out, tempting me to peek. Oh, how I longed to touch her breasts, kiss them, suck on her hard nipples. I just closed my eyes, kicked the sleeping bag open, slipped out of my shorts and spread my legs. The breeze coming in through the screen door on my tent tickled my balls as my hand gently stroked my hard dick. I filled the palm of my hand with saliva and slid it back over my dick, imagining it was Mrs. H’s wet pussy. I pictured her on top of me, her pussy slipping over me, her nipple in my mouth. In my fantasy, I was sucking and nibbling on one hard rubbery nipple as my other hand squeezed the other soft orb. My slippery hand increased its speed, imagining it was her hot wet pussy as her nimble body twerked above me. Before I knew it, my body tensed, my ass lifted off the sleeping bag, and a load of hot sticky cum erupted all over my stomach and chest. I knew I let out a groan but thought I had kept it relatively quiet. I took in a deep breath, trying to remain as silent as humanly possible as my heart pounded in my chest. I guess I wasn’t as quiet as I had imagined.
“Everything okay over there?” Mrs. H asked in a low voice, trying not to wake Brian.
I panicked. “Uh, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” I struggled to reply. “Must have been dreaming or something.”
“Well try not to hurt yourself,” she replied with a sultry chuckle. “We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.”
I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped up the sticky mess before drifting off to sleep, still on top of the sleeping bag.
I woke to the smell of bacon cooking over the fire. I grabbed my shorts and slid them on before crawling out of my tent. When I turned around, I immediately spotted a completely naked Mrs. H tending to breakfast. I just stared at her beautiful body. It looked even more incredible than I had imagined it would. She was right, she did not look like all those girls in porn, she looked much better. Her body had curves in all the right places. Her skin looked so soft and supple. And those breasts, the slightest movement of her body caused them to sway freely on her chest. I had touched and squeezed a few breasts while making out with some of the girls from my class. They were kind of hard and seemed to stick straight out from their chests. Mrs. H’s breasts were more womanly, so inviting, so nurturing. Her nipples were incredible, much thicker than most that I had seen in porn pictures or videos. The contrast between her creamy white breasts and her darker areolea was simply stunning.
“You know it’s not polite so stare,” her gentle voice broke the silence as she turned to face me.
“Sorry,” I replied nervously as my eyes spotted the triangular patch of hair that instantly drew my attention to her crotch. I took a cautious breath as my eyes tried to pierce the protective veil of hair. “WOW,” I thought. “The girls in porn sure don’t look like that. I was a little disappointed that I couldn’t see the detail of her pussy, but quickly realized that the mystery of what lie beneath that patch of hair was actually much more enticing.
“Uh hum,” Mrs. H again interjected, her fingers pointing to her eyes. “My eyes are up here dear.”
I slowly lifted my eyes to meet hers, being sure to take in every sexy curve of her body on the way. When my eyes finally arrived at her face, it was covered by a broad smile.
“By the looks of it, I would have to assume you like what you see,” Mrs. H said as her eyes motioned toward the pronounced bulge in my shorts.
I couldn’t even speak. I just nodded yes as I tried hard to focus on her eyes, my entire face burning with a deep flush.
I looked around and didn’t see Brian. “Uh, good morning Mrs. H,” I muttered in confusion. “Where Is Brian?”
She laughed. “First of all, while we are out here, like this, you must call me Liz and not Mrs. H. As far as Brian, he packed and left early this morning. You know he didn’t really want to be here anyway. It’s probably for the best since it will give us that much more time together.”
I just laughed nervously as my eyes drifted back over this beautiful naked woman. As she resumed tending to breakfast, her body bent slightly at the waist when she leaned over the fire. I studied her round butt cheeks, full and plump but not fat. My eyes drifted south from there and caught a hint of her dainty locks teasingly peeking out between the tops of her luscious creamy thighs, just below those perfect butt cheeks.
I swear she exaggerated the bend of her waist, the arch of her back just for my entertainment. When she did, her puffy pussy lips teased out between her thighs. They were darker than her thighs and covered by wispy hairs. They seemed to be calling to me, inviting me to explore the treasure they guarded. I looked down at my shorts, bulge prominently displayed in the front with a wet spot soaking through the thin fabric. The texture of the fabric and the slick wet spot was almost too much sensation to handle. I was dangerously close to blowing my load inside my shorts. I carefully slid them over my extremely sensitive dick and down to my ankles. Here we were, two naked consenting adults, one of us dangerously close to climax.
I walked up behind Liz, the palm of my shaky hand carefully slipping over her lower back, trailing downward, pausing on her soft butt cheek, savoring the sensation. “I sure hope it is almost ready,” I said nervously. “If not, I am going to have to start snacking on one of these beautiful buns.”
Liz chuckled. Offered a cute little wiggle.
My hand slowly, tentatively squeezed and fondled the soft mound of flesh, fully anticipating rejection at any moment. When it didn’t come, I carefully parted her soft cheeks as my fingers trailed between her crack, solely focused on discovering the mysterious treasures that lie directly below. Feeling emboldened by the lack of rejection, my fingers continued their travels.
My heart began to flutter as my fingers touched her puffy lips for the first time. For as long as I could remember, I yearned to touch a woman there. Not just any woman, I wanted to touch this woman. A sense of pride filled me as I silently rejoiced at this bucket list success. This beautiful woman didn’t flinch or retreat from my touch. Did she want this as badly as I did?
The heightened sensitivity of my fingertips combined with a most delicate touch were making every attempt to interpret the soft tissue of her protruding lips, much like a blind man trying to decipher braille. Her wispy hairs, her delicate folds, the gateway to the ultimate source of this beautiful woman’s sexuality. My fingers carefully explored; the first real pussy they had ever touched. As they gently pressed between the warm folds of her vulva, they discovered an unexpected slickness. “Mrs. H!” I exclaimed with surprise. “It is so wet!”
“Don’t you mean Liz?” she asked as she turned and smiled. “Yes, I get very wet when I am aroused, and I am very aroused right now. We do need to have a serious conversation before this gets completely out of control though. I know you are extremely excited about what may come next, you have already discovered that I am. But first, we need to have some breakfast and talk. It is almost ready.”
Liz turned back to tend to breakfast as she gently wiggled her butt and pushed back against my probing fingers. “If I am being honest,” Liz continued as my fingertips gently penetrated.” It has been that way, wet, since we left home yesterday,” she said in a deep sexy voice. “I have not been with a man since my divorce and I have been anticipating this moment for quite some time now. It didn’t help when I heard you masturbating last night. I was literally drooling in my panties.”
report Liz pulled away from my hand as she stood up straight and announced that breakfast was ready.
We sat our naked butts next to each other on one of the benches, our soft thighs touching so sensually. Everything seemed so organic, so natural. Just two naked people having breakfast outdoors next to a warm fire.
“You are an amazing young man,” Liz said in a soft tone. “I couldn’t help but watch you sleeping this morning after Brian left. I have known for some time now that your body had fully developed into a man. I guess I hadn’t realized just how fully it had developed until I saw you naked on your sleeping bag this morning. You have something very special there, something that most men, and women for that matter only dream of. How is it that one of the cute young ladies in your class hasn’t claimed that already?”
I blushed and replied, “The guys always made fun of me in the locker room because it was longer than theirs. I guess I have always been a little bit embarrassed, thinking it wasn’t normal, maybe too big. I have seen bigger ones in porn videos though.”
Liz just smiled as her eyes gazed at the rigid staff protruding from my crotch. “Any woman would be lucky to have that,” she reassured. “You just need to be careful how you use it.”
“So, to answer your question,” I said in a more confident tone. “I came close to having sex with a couple of different girls, but I didn’t think I was ready. Sure, I wanted to lose my virginity like most of the other guys in my class, but you always encouraged me to wait until I was sure.”
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