Sofia was standing just outside the door when I stepped out of the bathroom. Smiles lit up our faces as we stood looking at each for a moment before she said, “Have you been thinking about me already?”
I was both surprised and turned on by her boldness as I chuckled and replied, “Does it show?”
It was her turn to give me a devilish smile as she responded, “Yeah, it does.”
With no other prompting she moved right into my arms. I know she could feel my hard cock pushing against her belly and I could feel her soft breasts pressing against my chest. Her hands went around the back of my head and pulled me down into a passionate kiss. Almost at once our tongues started to dance together: touching, tasting, and probing each other’s mouths. Her tongue was like a darting snake until I caught it, sucking it deep into my mouth, prompting a low moan to escape her lungs. Her fingers dug into the back of my neck as I rhythmically sucked on her tongue for a few moments before releasing it so it could continue its exploration of my mouth.
As our kiss continued, I felt the soft cotton material of her dress against my palms as they slipped down over the curve of her ass. My curious fingers found no telltale signs of her wearing panties underneath her dress, so I murmured into her lips, “You are not wearing any panties.”
She purred back, “I did as you told me.”
Our lips were still touching as I mumbled, “I love you being my naughty girl.”
There was just the faintest whisper of her voice as she responded, “Oh my god,” as she realized how the need to fulfill her sexual desires had overcome the inhibitions that had controlled her for so long.
I broke our kiss and licked my way up to her ear, sending a shudder through her body as I sucked in her earlobe between my puckered lips. My warm breath puffed into her ear as I whispered, “Did it excite you this morning, not wearing any panties?”
She groaned out, “Yes,” as I pulled the back of her dress up and lightly skimmed my hands over her succulent half-globes, admiring their curve and firmness. She let out a gasp as her ass clenched around my fingers as they tried to run up and down the cleft between her butt cheeks. Giving her a light smack on the ass, I said, “Relax.”
Her breathless reply was, “Nobody has ever touched me like that before.”
No reply was needed. A tremor washed over her hips as my middle finger burrowed between her butt cheeks, my hand using it as a guide to caress the round contour of her ass. My middle finger rode her crevice as my other fingertips lightly swept up and down her butt, each downward trek getting closer and closer to her puckered hole. Her whole being was concentrating on my hand with a tenseness to her body until I touched it. She started to squirm when I slipped just a fingertip length in, reaming it around to bring a gasping breath. Not having any lube, I did not insert my whole finger as I just wanted her to experience the sensation of a light touch to her rosebud. It was enough to drive her arousal up as she stuttered out a breathy, “Oh… Oh… Oh…”
Her eyes were closed as she savored the sensual sensations — sensations I didn’t think she’d ever felt before: lips locked in a passionate kiss while being held in the arms of a naked stranger, his hard cock pressed against her belly while her breasts were smashed against his firm chest, all the while his hand was caressing and exploring her naked ass.
Having had only the most basic of sexual experiences, the past few days were an awakening of her sexual senses. This whole situation was purely sexual for both of us. What was going on between Sofia and me was not the “slowly getting to know each other” buildup towards an ordinary first-time sexual experience. We had jumped right into the fiery path of raw carnal desire. We both wanted the other, so we were ultimately building towards fulfilling that mutual desire of Sofia’s legs spread for me, and her feeling my hard cock thrusting inside of her.
With a surprised gasp, her eyes snapped open to look up into mine when I shifted over and pushed my leg between hers, forcing my thigh tight against her pussy. With a handful of her naked ass, I pulled her forward so my thigh was deep between her legs. Moving her hands to my shoulders to steady herself, she closed her eyes before letting out a panting breath as I began rubbing my thigh up and down against her soft pussy lips. The material of her dress was a barrier between my thigh and her pussy, but I could feel her liquid heat soaking through the fabric onto my leg.
Her hips quickly came into rhythm with the movement of my thigh, grinding back against my leg, prompting her breathing to become quick and shallow. The heat from her pussy was searing, leaving a smeared sheen on my thigh from her rubbing pussy. From the aroused look on her face, I could see the building pleasure inside of her, so I moved my leg back, triggering a disappointed whimper. Her sound of frustration was quickly replaced with a gasp of anticipation as I undid the bottom three buttons of her dress and reached in.
She voiced her need with a deep groan when my hand touched her inner thigh and began teasingly sliding up and down. The silky smoothness of her freshly-shaved skin told me that there had been some forethought of where my hand might journey this morning. Sliding my fingers higher, I found her juices running down the tender skin of her inner thigh, providing a slippery trail to follow.
My fingers were already slick when my hand pushed between her legs to find that she was soaking wet. The passion in her eyes left no doubt of her arousal as my fingers probed her slippery pussy. Rubbing my palm on her pillowy softness unleased a staccato of heavy breaths and a shiver through her hips. Her feet slipped further apart, and her hips pushed forward to give my hand more access to her warm wetness. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as if they were an anchor holding her upright, and a whimper escaped her lips as I cupped my hand tightly up against the entire length of her pussy.
It was when I touched her clit that her whole body jumped as if a bolt of electricity had hit her. She let out a cry of pleasure. Now that my finger had found her swollen nub, I began to fondle it, sending a series of shudders through her body. They were followed by a cascading string of guttural moans.
Sofia’s pussy was so sopping wet that two fingers easily plunged inside of her. I sought out her G spot, and quickly found it. The interior of her pussy was like a boiling cauldron, heat and moisture churning around my fingers as they thrust in and out, hitting that spot again and again with every instroke. With my fingers pushing deep inside of her and the pad of my thumb bumping against her clit, it did not take long before spasms gripped my fingers as she cried out, “Oh my god, I am cumming.”
I was amazed by both the duration and the intensity of her orgasm. Her fingers had a vice grip on my shoulders as a wave of convulsions wracked her body. Each convulsion started with a buck of her hips that flowed up her body and ended with a gasping moan, and they kept coming for ten seconds, maybe more. Finally, she plunged over the edge into post-orgasmic euphoria.
Her legs started to give way, so I helped her over to the bed. She flopped down onto it; her legs splayed open. Her breasts were rising and falling in rhythm with her panting breaths. The bottom of her dress had fallen open, and I got my first glimpse of her pussy. She had a trimmed mound of dark hair, with moisture glistening in the curls. Her engorged lips were fully open, an invitation I very much wanted to accept. Seeing her swollen clitoris lustfully peeking out from underneath its hood instantly filled me with desire. She just laid there for a minute before she breathlessly said, “That was amazing. I have never cum so hard.”
I smiled at her and replied, “You just had a lot of pent-up passion that needed to be released.”
She reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down onto the bed with her as she said, “I bet you are pent up too?”
As her fingers encircled my throbbing cock I chuckled and replied with a lascivious smile, “Just a bit.”
Her eyes gazed into mine as her hand started to slowly stroke my cock, prompting me to say, “Mmm, your hand on my cock feels good.”
She looked down and studied my cock in her hand before looking back up at me. Her eyes shifted up and down several times before nervously saying, “Do you want me to give you a blow job?”
I replied, “That is entirely up to you, but I certainly would not turn one down.”
She started to shift down towards my cock when she sheepishly responded, “I have never given a blow job.”
To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. I blurted out, “What??? You have never given your husband a blow job?”
Embarrassed, she replied, “No. He is not into kissing, touching and that kind of stuff. Back when he was interested in sex, it was mostly about him getting it on as fast as possible. Sex with him never took more than ten minutes.”