I let her enjoy herself. It had been a long time since I had a girl run her hands over my chest, and was in no rush to move on. Besides, I was enjoying her attention and it gave me more time to gaze at her full breasts.
Michelle, planted a gentle kiss in the middle of my chest, and then two more… each inches from my nipples. I could tell that she was getting worked up as she moved in, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed herself into me. Her warm and soft breasts mashed into my chest, bringing back so many memories. Her exquisitely hard nipples brushing against my own. Our lips meeting again, in a long and soulful kiss.
“Oh god, Michelle, you feel so good. You always felt so good. Your warm soft breasts against my chest.”
“So do you. I like feeling your chest hair against my nipples,” as she moved her chest back and forth. Scraping her hard nipples across my chest. “You always had such a sexy chest. Just the right amount of hair. Not too much.”
I could feel her tugging at the zipper on my shorts. Once undone, my lose shorts fell and pooled at my feet, as I stood there in my tight white briefs. Michelle sat on the couch. My straining cock at eye level, and soon at mouth and lips level.
“I know that we’ve seen each other naked before; but, this is different. It’s like before, we had to be careful. Not wanting things to get out of control. But now, we know what’s going to happen. We can enjoy each other, in the way that we’ve always wanted to. But, I really can’t wait to see this guy, again.”
I gasped as Michelle ran her short fingernail around the outline of the flared glans. Even through the cotton material, it was enough to take my breath away. And then, my briefs joined my shorts around my ankles. My engorged and throbbing cock pointing straight out. My balls hanging in the loose pink pouch.
“Oh my god, Bill.”
When her other hand moved into place and fondled my balls, I jolted and involuntarily cried out, “Oh, Fuck!”
I had never had my balls played with. Michelle grinned, knowing that she was giving me pleasure, as she gently rolled each orb between her fingers. As if ‘milking’ me.
“Such nice balls. I had forgotten how big you were. It’s going to feel so wonderful, to finally have you inside of me.”
“My gosh, Michelle, that feels so good… so good,” I sighed.
Her right hand moving up to cover the pink mushroom head, lightly dragging her fingertip through that underside valley. I groaned.
“You keep that up, and I’m not going to make it to be inside of you.”
“We can’t have that now, can we? I can take care of that. I could use my hand or I could use my mouth. You’ve probably never had a blow-job before, have you?”
I groaned as her fingertip was spreading the clear pre-cum around the sensitive head and in the underside “V’ valley.
“No,” my voice raspy as I could barely get the word out.
“See, another first for you, for us. And I promise… you will remember this for the rest of your life. And your second ‘first’ will come when you get hard again. And you will, trust me. Just tell me when you’re going to cum. Because I want to drink and swallow it… all of it. Every drop that comes out of your balls. These balls,” as she gives each aching testicle another gentle ‘milk’. I groan. She grins.
This Michelle was nowhere near the Michelle that I had messed around with on those dark nights, or the one that I slept with that one weekend at school. But, I guess, it’s to be expected. After all, she’s married, and had a sex life. Although, from her earlier tone, maybe not a fulfilling and satisfying sex life.
I made a promise to myself, that during our brief time together, I would do everything I could, to bring her the pleasure and enjoyment that she deserved. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t know anything. Like I said earlier, I had a decent amount of time in my dorm room, bringing coeds off with my fingers, plus our previous teen-age time. I just didn’t know anything about replacing my fingers with my tongue. And I was… I was going to use my tongue on her. I was going to taste her. Another first for me… for us.
Laying down on the sofa with my head propped on a pillow, because I definitely wasn’t going to miss this. I had one leg on the floor, the other over the back. Michelle had settled in between my splayed legs. I was as open to her as I could get. I think even my crinkled brown star was on display.
“mmmm… so sexy,” as she cupped my lose sack.
I watched as Michelle gives a chaste, closed-lip kiss to the head. Then her tricky tongue slips through loose lips to tickle. The tip of her tongue at the tip of my cock, with pre-cum emerging. Her tongue swirled with broad wet strokes to wet the head. Making it slippery for her stretching lips. I groan aloud at the most erotic view that I had ever seen. She grins.
Another groan, only louder, escaped from somewhere deep inside of me, as her mouth encircled the shiny pink head. Her warm, wet mouth felt so damn good. I had never experienced anything like this, and she knew it. She held me in her opened mouth. I watched as she swirled her pink tongue around the glistening mushroom head. Circling round and round my fringe. Looking up at me as she ‘tickled’ the underside ‘V’. I let out a long and low moan. She grinned. Michelle was having fun.
Michelle’s tongue moved along my hard shaft. She traced the course of every vein up, around and down my shaft. Her hand cupping my hanging sack and gently rolled each firm orb between her fingers. I groaned. Another grin.
The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile as she took me back into her mouth, and slowly bobbed. It looked and felt divine. How the edges of the glans would flutter against her lips each time she pulled back and glided over the glistening crown to where the tips of her pink lips were sealed around the tiny seeping portal.
Michelle pulled up a bit, gave me a sweet smile, and then leaned in and reverently kissed the top of the underside ‘V’. I groaned.
She looked up at me playfully, as she took my slippery cock and coated each of her engorged nipples with her own saliva. At times, it looked as if she was trying to press the erect nipple into the oozing opening. I almost lost it right there at that erotic sight.
Playfully grinning.
“Here. You want to clean my nipples.”
Her erect and shiny pink nipples inches from my mouth.
I stuck out my tongue. Michelle moved each nipple over my awaiting tongue. Her eyes closed, as she savored the light touch of my tongue against each of her sensitive nipples, as her groan filled the room.
I watched half my shaft disappear… her soft pink lips sealed around it. I groaned as she took my lower shaft in her hand and gently pumped while she kissed, licked, and sucked the hyper sensitive pink plum. Our eyes met as the tip of her tongue, like a snake, swirled around the fluted glans and through that sensitive underside valley. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
It was the most intimate feeling that I had ever experienced. She wasn’t doing this just for my pleasure, it was something that I could tell she really wanted to do for her own pleasure and satisfaction. Satisfaction at giving me pleasure, of making my first time memorable.