I pulled my boxers down, and felt so embarrassed. It was glistening with pre-cum, strings stretching from the head of my penis to my pubic hairs. Compared to her smoothness and beauty, I was wrinkly and gruff.
She ran her fingers up and down the length and said, “the skin is so soft and smooth.”
She leaned forward and kissed the tip. My embarrassment lessened as I considered she was enjoying the organic reality of my body in the same way that I had enjoyed hers.
“What do we do?” She wondered out loud, “we don’t have a condom.”
I said, “then let’s not do it. I’ll use my hands.”
She looked disappointed. “Let’s just try, and you can pull out.”
She pulled down her panties, slid down the couch then opened her legs so that her opening was just inches from my penis as I kneeled in front of her.
She absent-mindedly put her hand at the top of her vagina and begin rubbing in slow circles, occasionally dipping down to gather some lubrication and bring it up for more slow circles. I watched it with fascination.
“So this is what you do?”
She looked at me with dreamy eyes and said, “will you do it for me?”
I sat on the couch next to her and reached across her lap and slowly felt the silky skin, sliding up and down the two small canyons on either side of her clitoris. She leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder and whispered her encouragement.
I pushed my middle finger gently into the opening of her vagina to get it more wet, slid it up to her clitoris and started to slide sideways back and forth over the top. I thought that it was like I was pushing a miniature nose back and forth. Janelle moaned deeply and then clamped her legs together on my hand, lifting her knees up and arching her head back.
The moan deepened as she turned her head to the side with her eyes closed tightly. Her body relaxed and she looked at me and said, “that was nice.”
She pulled my hand off of her clitoris, so I lazily trailed my fingers all over her stomach and her chest, upper neck and down her arms.
I made soft circles around her nipples to watch them grow again. A shiver of pleasure travelled up to her shoulders and then she said, “I am ready for you now.”
She pulled me on top of her and then pushed my shoulders back so that I was kneeling in front of her again. She opened her legs and presented herself to me, took hold of my penis and put the head of it at the entrance of her vagina. I leaned forward and put my mouth on hers, and then begin to rock forward and back with tiny trusts, barely entering her. I thought that I might hurt her if I pushed in, and at the same time, I was so excited sexually that one strong stroke would have pushed me over the edge.
Janelle begin to rub herself again while I leaned over her, my mouth lightly resting on hers. My tongue was gently feeling her lips and her teeth. Sometimes I closed my lips on her lips and kissed her and then pulled away to catch my breath. One of my hands was bracing myself against the back of the couch and the other hand was holding her breast, massaging it and squeezing her nipples. I was rubbing my hand down her ribcage, trailing my finger across her belly, up to hold her face, back to her breasts. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in deeper. My gentle shallow thrusts turned to slower deeper thrusts, each one pushing a little further than the last. Her breathing was heavy and her hand rubbing herself started to move frantically.