1 comments/ 10787 views/ 2 favorites The Rainy Day By: FunLuvr247 The morning sky is morning gray and cold, and the rain has been steady since midnight. You have a light breakfast as I instructed the day before, and at nine o'clock you open the box I have left with you. It contains a short black miniskirt with an elastic waistband, and black, large-gauge fishnet stockings with a garter and two inch black heels, along with a white tank top. I make it quite clear that this is the only clothing you are to have on when I return. I also tell you that at ten o'clock in the morning you are leave the door unlocked, and spread out a towel and sit at the edge of the bed facing away from the bedroom door, and spread your thighs wide. In order to ensure that you are sufficiently wet for my pleasure, I tell you that, with the very tips of the middle and ring fingers of your right hand, you are to very lightly stroke first the outer and then the inner folds of your smooth little pussy as you slowly count each stroke out loud up to fifty. Then, each separated by a count of five light fingertip strokes, you are to count out and deliver ten sharp spanks to your sex; spank one, five strokes, spank two, five strokes and so on. Then slide your middle finger slowly all the way up inside as you count out to five, and then curl the tip of that finger upward and press firmly against that tender spot on the inside top and rock your fingertip from side to side over that spot for a count of five. Feel your tits up heavily for a count of five and then pinch both of your nipples at the same time for a count of five. Count to fifty again as you return to teasing strokes once more. Continue repeating this until I arrive, but do not dare let yourself cum until I have given you my clear consent. You have repeated this teasing process five times, and you are in the midst of the sixth when you hear my voice in the room behind you – do not turn around, and keep doing what you've been told. I move over the bed behind you and I place a black terrycloth headband over your eyes. Then my voice is at your left ear – you are mine now, my plaything, my delicious little fucktoy, understand cum-hungry trollop, to be utterly used at my leisure throughout the day, whenever I please, to do with whatever I please. You eagerly nod your assent, and there is a pause as you continue teasing, and as you count your pussy-spanks out again, I guide your other hand to my hard cock – feel what you've done to me, my luscious little slattern plaything; stroke it very slowly and softly with your fingers loosely slipping very lightly and easily around the shaft... that's it, good slut. I feel your tits up un-gently for a few moments, and then bend you forward and slide my rigid cock into your mouth and deeply fuck your throat before drawing out again – stick your tongue out, slut, lick my prick - I hold the purple head just within reach of your outstretched tongue as I hold your head back by the hair at the back of your head. I stand you up and bend you over the bed and push you down so you are on your elbows against the bedclothes – arch your back; push that little pussy out for fucking, that's it, naughty girl, arch that cunt out; I'm gonna feel just how hot and slippery wet you've gotten that little slit of yours. I grip your ass cheeks and my cock parts your folds and begins to enter you – tease that little clit while I fuck you, cumslut, work it good, soft and fast, but don't you even dare to fucking cum yet. You feel me slipping all the way up deep inside you as you masturbate before me. My balls press against the backs of your fingers as you rub yourself, and I spank your ass hard three times – good little fucktoy, nice and wet for my cock, just the way I like it; I'm gonna be getting lots more of that over and over all day today, understand, I'm gonna mate you like a beast whenever I fucking feel like it. I slip out of you and stand you up and drape a long coat over your shoulders – keep diddling that clit, I didn't tell you to stop – but then after a few moments I interrupt your teasing as I lead you with both hands outside through the rain – step down, that's it, now step up. You step into a vehicle of some size, and you are seated on a cloth-covered bench seat with a firm pillow at your back. Your wrists and ankles are then secured in thick ropes with additional lines at your knees spreading your thighs fully open with your ass at the edge of the seat. You hear the side door shut and feel your breasts exposed as I slide your top up and suck on your tits, first left, then right. Then you hear the movement of cloth and suddenly begin to feel your wet and swollen cunt being slowly filled, as I gradually slip my stiff cock up in you and fuck you right then and there. A profane expression of pleasure escapes your lips as I enter you, and as I move slowly in and out of your now ravenous slit, my fingers slip into your still damp hair and pull your head back as my mouth sucks and bites your erect nipples into a nice cherried puffiness. You feel my chest on your tits as I bend forward to sink my teeth into the side of your throat and suck hard for a moment, and I'm sunk into your belly to the hilt. Abruptly, you are empty of me, and then my cunt-wet cock is in your mouth and down your eager throat as our mingled scent fills you with lust that flushes your cheeks with heat. I pull away, and you feel a firm and flexible toy enter your pussy and rigidly held there filling you up, and a ball gag is fitted in your mouth. There is movement as I move to sit up front and start the engine, and as I drive, the engine vibration and every stop and start and turn and bump is translated into slight but stimulating movements of that dildo within your slick little cunt. You move up and down on it, masturbating over its length, and my voice reaches your ears from the front cabin – don't you dare fucking cum yet, wanton little slut, I'll tell you quite clearly when you're allowed to get that naughty little pussy off, and it isn't going to be any time soon. Time trickles past, minute after teasing minute, as the road flies under us, and after a number of turns and pauses we finally come to a stop and I shut the engine off. You keep moving fervently up and down over that toy, right on the edge of cumming, but you know not to let yourself get off without permission. You hear me leave the vehicle for a few moments before the side door slides open. The toy is removed from your dripping sex and you are briefly released from the ropes, merely to be moved across the carpeted floor and retied on your knees with your head facing the open side door, your wrists tied with your arms spread out and upward and your knees secured in separate cushions raising you to the correct height off the floor. You hear the wind and the rain outside and the ocean waves in the middle distance as I haul your top harshly up over your tits and remove the ball from your mouth and fill it with my cock again, pumping heavily into your throat as I hold you in place by your hair. Then I move behind you and spank your ass hard ten times before slipping my prick quickly all the way up inside your belly. I thrust into you – fuck yeah, that wet teased little cunt feels so nice on my prick – cars and trucks pass by behind us as you ardently open out to accept my pounding strokes. I tease you as I fuck you, sliding all the way out as I rub the head of my prick on your little button, and then popping it back in as I plunge my shaft up in you again until my balls slap your clit, driving you up to the very brink of not being able to hold back any longer – guess what, little slut, you get to fucking cum now, that's right, c'mon my little frenzied fucktoy, do it, cum on my thrusting cock. I reach forward and grab your hair and pull you into my thrusts and begin pounding into you, and so much desperate sexual tension has been building up within you that now you cry out in complete abandon and your body shakes and quivers as a flood of ecstasy overtakes you and shatters you into a vague stupor in which you are only aware of my cock and my fingers in your tresses as I tense and flex, pumping my seed deep into you, growling like a mad beast, as my body jerks and heaves against your glowing pussy. The side door closes as I slip out of you, and for the first time since we left your bedroom I slip the headband off, and you see that we're in a minivan parked at the beach. I untie you again, pull your top back down over your tits and turn you around and sit you on a clean towel in the front passenger seat, and I pull your seatbelt around and buckle it. I'm in black sweats and a black t-shirt, and as I start the engine, I put the heat on to prevent our sweat from chilling us. As I pull into traffic, I tell you to spread wide and slip two fingers in your still wet pussy and alternate between sliding your fingertips out and up over your clit, and pushing them all the way in and pulling upward with the length of your fingers against the inside top of your opening and your fingertips pressing into your sweetspot – keep that cunt slick and hot for my cock at all times, my lustful trollop, I may want to fuck you again at any moment, but don't cum again until I say; and be gentle with it, I don't want you getting sore. You comply with a naughty smile and hike your short little skirt up to make sure I can see as you wantonly finger and jill yourself exactly as you are told. After a few minutes of that, your hips are squirming back and forth as you work that yummy cleft and then, as though to prove my point, I pull into the parking lot of a gas station and unbuckle your seatbelt with the engine still idling. I turn you around to face the window and slide my cock up into you again as I reach beneath your tank top and feel up your tits and then around between your thighs to diddle your nub while I pump into you until you're almost ready to cum once more. Then I slip out of you again, and return to my seat with my prick swollen and glistening with your nectar – sit down again and work that cunt, slut, as you can see I might just want to fuck you again very soon. I drive out of the station and back onto the road. At each stoplight you are instructed to unbuckle and come over and lick and suck my cock for a few seconds before the light turns green, and then sit down again, buckle up, and return to your wet pussy fingering duties. A few more miles down the road and I drive into a parking garage. I pull around to a deserted spot, shut the engine off, and get out and open your door and the side door. I quickly bend you over the threshold of the side door and hike your skirt up and spank you hard once every few seconds as I watch you continue to masturbate in front of me. Then, as you slide your fingers out to rub your clit again, I grab you by the waist and slip my prick up in you and start to fiercely fuck your snug and soaked little cunt – c'mon my little slattern, get that sweet body off again, that's it, you can cum on my hard cock again now, good girl, jill that little clit while I'm fucking your tight cunt. My thrusting prickshaft and your nimble fingers bring you off intensely as I squirt once more deep up inside you. When we are recovered a bit, I kneel you down and feed you my slick cock and allow you to lick your juices from it before we return to our seats – now, my sweet little fucktoy, just tease your inner folds and your opening with your fingertips and make little circles around your clit every few seconds, that's it, make sure I can see. It's now approaching mid-afternoon, and the rain has stopped, and as the sun comes out, we stop at a restaurant for a late lunch. I tell you to put the long coat on and we sit in a curved corner booth toward the back. There are few people in the place, so, after we order, I have you sit facing me with your leg pulled back so your ankle is on the edge of the seat and your thighs are spread to expose your shaved and naked slit to my fingers. As I tease you freshly up, stroking your inner thighs and running my middle finger up the center of your opening in short little licking motions, I guide your hand to feel my newly hardened cock through the cloth of my sweats. We behave ourselves as the waitress approaches with our food and we eat in anticipatory silence. Upon finishing, I leave the cash for the bill and a tip on the table, and I lead you to carefully enter the men's room and go to the back stall with you. I remove the long coat and hang it on the door hook, and I have you step out of your shoes onto the seat, and then guide you to carefully climb up on the handicap railing and place one foot on either side of the stall with your hands on my shoulders. This places your little blossom right at my face level, and I begin to thoroughly devour you for my dessert, first licking heavily at the ticklish nooks at either side of your cleft where your thighs join with your belly, then a long, slow, light lick from the bottom all the way up to your clit. I suckle on your button. Then I slide two fingers up in you and work your tunnel as I lick and suck your clit. As you look down you can watch me stroking my cock with my other hand. Your legs begin to tremble as you get closer and I lift you back down into your shoes and bend you over the toilet. I tease around your opening with the head of my cock before slipping up inside. As I slide the length of my cock slowly in, I whisper in your ear – finger your clit while I'm fucking you, my little slutlet, that's my good naughty girl, finger that wet clit and get it close to cumming, but don't cum till I say; I want you to cum right as I spurt all the way up in you. You do as you are told, and as you feel my shaft up in you, you feel your slick cunt-heat as you rub your clit with your thumb. Very soon you're on the edge again and begging in an urgent whisper me to please let you cum – no, not yet, almost, not quite yet. Then we hold stock still as we hear the door open and footsteps falling as someone enters the bathroom, and I quickly move your right foot up on the seat to place your ankle and your shoe out of view, but I keep moving my cock very slowly in and out as you slowly continue your clit-fingering as well, and we have to keep very, very quiet to avoid discovery. We hear a stream of piss falling into the urinal, and then the hiss of the faucet pouring into the sink, during which I deliver a couple of quick, heavy thrusts that almost make you gasp out loud. We hear the door open and close again, and a reassuring silence follows. As I once again begin to firmly plunge your sweet pussy and you keep working that hard clit of yours I can feel my lust building to its peak and I can see you wriggling as you hold yourself on the brink – do it, slut, let that pussy cum; I'm gonna squirt in your tight little slit while you're cumming, naughty girl, get that cunt off, ah fuck yeah. Then it hits us both like a big relentless upsurge, and ripple after ripple washes over us as my cock flexes and spills my seed inside you, and you squirt a little girlish fluid down your thighs as you jill your slit into another little wave against my prick. After a moment I slip very slowly out of you – good girl, such a good and luscious little fucktoy you are. We straighten ourselves up a little, and I put your coat back on. I then carefully open the door and peer out to make sure it's safe – go wait by the van, I'll be out in a minute. I join you outside and we take to the road once more to find a few other places for me to take my pleasure within your sweet body. The Rainy Day As soon as I stepped out of class I cursed myself for not bringing an umbrella. California weather had proven to be impossible to predict, and the jeans and light button-up boy shirt that I wore on the sunny walk to class were about to leave me frozen and drenched on the walk back. Last thing I needed was to get sick on my first week of college. "Not exactly dressed for the weather are you?" I heard a voice from behind me. It was Eva, the strangely tall Japanese girl who sat in front of me in German Lit. I remembered being a little pissed off that such a tall girl would be sitting in the front row, but now, seeing the childish smirk with which she was staring at me, I admit I felt strangely exhilarated. She wore tall rain boots, and held a huge blue umbrella covered with rain clouds. "You must be a local," I said. "Born and raised." Her eyes gleamed with a childish excitement. You would think she hadn't just spent a day at school, but had instead skipped and gone white-water-rafting or something equally exciting and obscure. But no, there she was today in both classes that I had with her, sitting obnoxiously tall in the front row each time. "My name is Hannah," I said politely. "Eva." "I know." "How did you know?" "You're so damn tall it's hard not to notice you in class." This made her giggle. "Nice to meet you Hannah," was all she said. "I'd like to walk you home" "Oh, no. It's all right." I couldn't tell why she was making me so nervous. "The rain will teach me a lesson." "What sort of lesson?" "To bring an umbrella." "But I have an umbrella here. I read once that if you want something intensely enough, it'll happen for you. Well, you wanted the umbrella intensely enough for me to show up here. So now I'm here and it looks like I'm obligated to walk you home." I wanted to say something stupid like "you're pretty smart, huh?" but resisted. "Well if you have to, you have to" are the words that came out. She walked up close to me, so that her umbrella would cover me, and looked down at my face. I had known her for a couple of days but still hadn't stood right next to her. If she hadn't been so childish, her height would have been intimidating. "Well," she said, "lets go." It was comforting to walk next to her. For a while I forgot to even try to make conversation. "Must be strange seeing all these new people move into town every year," I started. "Tell me about it," she said. "It's interesting to see who sticks around though." "What kind of people stick around?" I asked. She thought for a while. "The ones who have no idea what they want out of life. Or the ones who know exactly what they want." "Which kind are you?" I asked her. "Well, it was never my choice to stick around, but I usually know what I want," she smiled. "That's good. I never know what I want." "You always know what you want." Eva's eyes became intensely serious for a second. "You just get too scared to tell anyone about it. "Oh." I said. "Yep." She said lightly and went seamlessly back to her energetic, childish smile. She stepped happily into every puddle on the road. "You really need to get some rain boots," she added. "I know," I said. We walked quietly the rest of the way. I led her down the alley towards the back entrance of my apartment. "This is it," I told her. She just laughed. "What is it?" I asked. "See that house right there?" She pointed down the alley and across the street. "That one's me. We're neighbors" "Oh wow!" I said. "Do you live by yourself?" "Nah. With a couple other girls who never managed to leave town. Drop by sometime, I've got something I think you'll like." With that, she did a theatrical bow, turned, and strided back down the alley towards her place. Without me by her side, her pace almost doubled, her long legs looked like stilts navigating through the puddles on the ground. Filled with curiosity, I watched her walk away. Who was this girl? Why did she talk so strangely? Why did I feel so awkward next to her? I walked into my place and suddenly everything inside seemed so dreary, lifeless. My heart was racing and all I could think about was Eva. Her confident stride as she walked next to me, her bright eyes. Fuck. Did I have a crush on this girl? I had felt this way a few times before in high school about a few of my girlfriends, but when I told my mom that I had feelings for them, she told me I was being silly, and that they were just good friends. But now I felt those feelings coming back. Maybe I did just want to be friends with Eva, hear more of her strange philosophies, walk with her to school, but also... I felt myself wondering what that tall, slender body looked like naked. "Shit," I said to myself. Without bothering to put anything else on, I went out my door, and headed straight down the alley towards Eva's place. My heart was racing as I walked up the steps to her porch and knocked on the door. I started feeling cold again as I waited for her to answer. When the door opened it wasn't Eva behind it, but a stoned looking redhead girl wearing a big hoodie with seemingly nothing under it, listening to headphones. She was brushing her teeth, and looked like had just gotten out of bed. She lifted up one of the headphones and asked me who I was. "I'm looking for Eva," I said. She pointed up the stairs and walked back into the house, continuing to brush her teeth and sway with the music in her headphones. The house seemed old, lived in by generation after generation of college kids. It was cluttered like a bachelor pad, but it didn't feel dirty somehow, more like cozy. I slipped off my shoes and walked up the stairs. "Eva!" I called. No response. The stairs led to a hallway with three doors on one side, one of them was ajar. I walked down, not knowing what to do. "Eva!" I called again. "Boo!" She scared the shit out of me. It took me a moment to realize that her voice had come from directly above. Her smiling face was peeking out at me from the attic door in the ceiling, and her long black hair hung straight down over it making her look like something out of those Japanese horror movies. "You gave me a heart attack" I tried to laugh it off. "Sorry babe. I knew you'd come," she was still smiling. "Watch out," she said, and hanging on the edge of the attic entrance, lowered herself down and jumped next to me. She was like a gymnast. If I tried to pull a move like that I'd break my neck. "Want some tea?" She asked me "You look cold as hell." "Please." "Ok, wait here," she told me, and sprinted down the stairs. I stood in the hallway and looked up at the entrance to the attic. No stairs. She must have had to do a pull-up to get up there. This didn't help to alleviate my girl-crush. I pictured her arm muscles tensing, her abs getting rigid as she pulled herself up, giggling the whole time at the scare she was going to give me. How did she know I was going to come back? "Boo!" Fuck, She did it again. I turned around, heart racing, to see her now next to me holding a steaming cup of tea, smiling as big as always. "You're too easy," she laughed and handed me the cup. I was starting to feel silly for having feelings for someone who acted like a ten year old boy. "Nice place," I told her. "Yeah," she said. "It used to be my parents'" The way she said it made me feel like I shouldn't ask about her parents. "You said you wanted to show me something," I ventured. "Oh! Right. How big are your tits?" "Excuse me?" "Your boobs. What size bra do you wear?" "Umm... 36 F, I don't know sometimes E depending on the kind, Why?" "I knew it!" She smirked. "Follow me." She walked into the room at the far end of the hall. I followed her. The room had a bed with no sheets, and a table with nothing on it. A bong stood on the floor in the corner. "What are you showing me?" I asked her, feeling very strange. "Ok, so you know how I said I live with a couple girls who never managed to leave town. Well up until a few months ago I used to live with three girls, until one of them actually did manage to leave town. Super rich girl, just living here to to go to college. Anyway, she ended up doing a little too much of this," -She mimed putting a tab of acid on her tongue- "and then at one point she just took off. Back home or somewhere. Left everything. All her clothes, all her books. We thought she'd come back, but then she called one day and told us to just get rid of the stuff. She didn't want to come back for it, didn't even want to see it." "Wow," was all I could say. "I guess she wanted to forget her life her completely. Anyway, we gave away all her books and clothes already, but she had all this really expensive lingerie that nobody can fit. I mean like some Paris Hilton expensive shit. Handmade in Italy." She opened a drawer and pulled out a frilly blue bra. "And look at this," she showed me the tag: 36F. "Perfect, right?" She grinned at me. "I don't know," I hedged. "I don't even know this girl." "Oh it's fine," she said. "We looked it up online, this bra alone costs like 250 bucks. This isn't just some Victoria's Secret shit. And it isn't every day you can find someone to fit this kind of thing. I could wear it on my head," she laughed. It made me a little sad to hear. I could never even buy a dress that cost that much, but here was a single bra, left behind by some spoiled girl. I had to admit it was beautiful; the lace pattern, the vibrant blue. It looked sturdy and comfortable as hell. "Fine," I said. "Thanks." Eva handed the bra to me with a satisfied look in her eyes. We stood there a little awkwardly. "Well, try it on," she told me. I could feel myself starting to blush. "I'm sure it'll fit. I'll try it on at home." "Just try it on here." "What, right here?" "Yeah, why not?" "Umm.." "Oh come on, you have F cups and you're embarrassed? Were all girls here." She was strangely convincing. At this point she was blatantly staring at my chest. "I like you," she said. "I like you too," I could barely breathe. Goosebumps were starting to rise on my skin. Was I really about to take my shirt off in front of this girl? I could feel my nipples harden at the thought. "I could feel that," Eva told me. She closed the door behind her. And latched the lock. I could sense her playful childishness turning into something more delicate, more elegant, something intensely feminine. She walked up to me and looked down into my eyes. The feeling of her towering over me was so exciting. I felt like she was about to kiss me right then. But instead, she sat down on the table, and just looked at me, waiting. "Well, try it on," her eyes gleamed with excitement. I couldn't tell if her challenge felt dirty or innocent, But the look in her eyes, her calmness made me feel suddenly very comfortable. I don't know how she did it, but my nerves seemed to melt away. This is what we were doing now: In an abandoned room in an old house on a rainy day, we were just two girls, and I was about to take my shirt off. Like the show and tell I used to play as a kid. The clarity of it all felt intoxicating. Eva's eyes followed my hands as I started to undo the buttons of my shirt. I liked wearing dress shirts that fit snugly around my chest. I liked the way they accentuated my curves, the way they added a bit of support for my heavy breasts. What I liked even more was the feeling of coming home at the end of the day and feeling the release as I undid the buttons, the way I could feel my boobs drop and stretch my skin a little. The look on Eva's face sent chills down my spine as I slowly undid button after button. She let out a cute little gasp when I finally opened my shirt and let her see me in my bra. Her gaze didn't feel perverted, but innocently curious. It made me feel at ease. It made me feel sexy. "You have huge tits," she let out, candidly. "I know," I giggled. "I have to lug them around all the time" "What's it like?" "Sometimes it sucks, sometimes it's awesome. Like all things I guess." I could feel them getting warmer, almost as if the intensity of her gaze was heating them up. My boobs had had many admirers over the years; being the only girl in middle school with a C cup certainly made me grow up fast, I remembered all the boys in high school who barely ever looked me in the eye, all my girlfriends who squealed whenever I let them squeeze them before a dance or something, my boyfriend who would massage them until they were sore; but there was something different in the way Eva was looking at me. I felt like she expected nothing. Like if I put my shirt back on right now and walked off telling her this was uncomfortable she'd just shrug and walk me out. She'd even let me keep the bra anyway. This of course just made me want to take my bra off even more. I smiled at how patiently she was sitting in front of me, just looking, admiring. "You really want to see them, huh?" I asked her. "You're starting to like teasing me," she answered. As soon as she said it I knew it was true. "You're making me feel sexy," I whispered. "You are sexy," she said. I reached back and undid the clasp on my bra. I felt the weight of my boobs even more, and the stretching of my skin shot a chill through my whole body, I could fully feel the weight of my tits resting against me. I let my bra drop to the ground and Eva let out the cutest little moan and bit her lip. "They're fucking beautiful," she said. My whole body was tingling at the sensation of being revealed to her. I had always felt a little self-conscious of them, getting naked in the locker-room, even in front of my ex, like they made me a kind of a specimen, but she really did make me feel beautiful, looking at me that way. "Damn girl you're blessed," she went on. "I wish I had tits like that." I could only giggle nervously. "Yours are nice too," was all I could say. "You can't take a compliment huh?" She asked me. "I guess not." "Don't feel like you deserve them?" "I guess not." I could feel myself gravitating towards her. I let my feet take a few steps closer to her. I was now standing right in front of her, between her legs as she sat on the table. I could feel myself blushing. I could feel my pussy getting warm, slippery. "Could I touch them?" She asked. "I thought I was just trying on a bra" I said. She just looked right at me. I felt like she could read my thoughts. I didn't move. It was all happening faster than I could understand it. I wanted to feel her hands on them. I wanted her to squeeze them hard. I wanted her to... I couldn't help but let out a gasp when I felt her fingertips against the skin of my belly, sliding up slowly. "Yes," I whispered, and closed my eyes. The feeling was electrifying when I finally felt her hands on my tits. He touch was so soft, so elegant, but firm, squeezing the soft flesh of my tits, relieving me of their weight, and then letting them drop again. She'd squeeze them tightly, and then rub her palms lightly over my hardening nipples. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. I laughed a little. "What?" she asked me. "You look like you're having so much fun." "You kidding?" she laughed. "This stuff is never fun," I sighed. "No? What is it then?" "I don't know. Always so serious. Like I'm obligated to be sexy or feel good or something." "I know what you mean," she said, still holding my tits. "I barely even know you but this just feels so easy. I can feel sexy without even trying. There's no pressure." "You've never been with a girl before huh?" She asked me. "No, never." "Ah, damn, I should have asked you," she said "No. Don't worry about it. I actually really like this." "I'm glad," she smiled. "I kinda don't wanna let go of your boobs." "You don't need to. I like how you hold them" I told her. We stood there like that for a little while: with her just holding my boobs, me looking at her. Her hands looked tiny holding onto my tits. But they felt warm, delicate. I'd played with my tits a thousand times before but it never felt like this. I was starting to breathe heavily. I could feel my pussy getting warmer and warmer. "Have you been with a lot of girls?" I asked her. "I've been with a few," she said candidly. "Is this how you get them?" I asked. "Luring them in to try on a bra?" "You're the first one whos been able to fit that bra, hun." She said. "Can I see you in it?" "Sure." She let go of me, handed me the bra, and leaned back, just stared at me. The lace felt so soft and smooth. I could tell it was expensive. I lifted my boobs into it and clasped it behind me. It was so fucking comfortable, soft against my shoulders, just the right amount of lift, and my cleavage looked amazing. I stepped back to let her get a better look at me. "Like it?" I asked her, sticking my chest out proudly. "I love it. You're a beautiful girl, you know that?" "Thanks," I said. We stood there for a little while, looking at each other awkwardly. I was horny as hell, but she was just sitting there, calm. "I've never felt like this before. I mean, about a girl." "I'm honored," She smiled. "This is freaking me out a little," I said. "It's ok. You can put your shirt back on if you want." "I'm sorry," I said. "It's cool," She said. And I really felt like she meant it. I picked up my shirt off of the ground and put it back on. I felt so elegant with this fine piece of lingerie underneath. The buttons around my tits felt extra tight. My nipples were still a little hard. Was all this really happening? Was I a lesbian? "I need a little time to think," I told Eva. "I understand," She said. I unlocked the door and found my way down the stairs and outside. It was still raining when I went out, and the cool drops felt refreshing on my hot skin. I felt them starting to soak through my clothes and hair. I could still feel her hands on my tits. I could still see her beautiful face. I had to be honest with myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch her like she touched me. I wanted to undress her, to feel her skin against mine. To press myself against her. I wanted her to keep admiring my tits. I wanted to see her pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I kept saying to myself, trying to beat this feeling away. I looked straight up towards the sky and let the raindrops fall on my face. I stopped thinking. I don't know how long I stood there like that, but eventually the impulse became too strong to resist. "This is my life," I told myself, was I really about to just go back home? The longer I stood there the more I was powerless to resist it. I would regret it forever if I didn't: I turned back. Without knocking, I went back into the house. I strode up the stairs and down the hallway, not caring that the rain was dripping off of me all over the floor. I went right up to the same room where I left Eva. There she still was, still sitting on the table, looking dreamily at the rain falling against the window. She gave me the cutest smile when she saw me standing there at the door. "Let me guess," I started, "you knew I was going to come back again?" "Let's say I hoped you would. But it was pretty obvious." "How?" "You're horny as hell," She laughed. "Am I that transparent?" I blushed. "Well, you came back didn't you. It's ok. Come here, what's bothering you?" I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the table next to her. "Well it's just that I've never done this before and I just met you and I'm not sure where this will go and ..." She put her hand on my leg. "Listen -" She cut me off, the look on her face was serious again, like it was when she was walking me home. "You think too much. If you're worried that I'm going to start stalking you or something, don't. And if you're worried that you might enjoy it, well... why?" I sat there looking down at her hand resting on my leg. Indeed, why? The Rainy Day She went on: "If you're worried what anyone will say, I won't tell anybody, trust me. My roommates are all really friendly to this kind of thing. They know who I am and they respect me. Nobody's gonna go talking shit. You met Sarah downstairs? The girl with the headphones? She's a lesbian too. And our other housemate Tina, well she's not, but she likes to pretend she is. Anyway, all I'm saying is that there's no judgment here." I was mesmerized as she told me all of this. Her intelligent dark eyes were piercing right through me, her carefully articulated words made me feel like a child next to her. It didn't help that she was like a foot taller than me. "Why do I get the feeling that you've said this before?" I asked her. "Because I have," she didn't even hesitate. "Look, I'm not going to lie, I've been with a few girls before. I'm not a slut or anything, it's just that I had a really strict upbringing, and when I came here, I understood right away that if I didn't follow my gut about this, I'd die on the inside. You know?" "Yeah, I know," I admitted, "You're lucky that you know what you want, that you can just go for it." "You keep saying that you don't know what you want, but look at you, you came back here didn't you? You undressed for me didn't you? Did you like how I touched you?" "I loved it," I whispered. "Well then? I think you're giving yourself too hard a time about this. Women have been loving women for centuries. There's nothing wrong with what were doing. You hear me?" "You're pretty convincing," I laughed. "I know I am." Her face was really close to me now. Her black hair was hanging loosely around it. I could feel her breath against my face. It smelled sweet. "Now don't think too much. If you knew that nobody would ever judge you for it, what would you say you wanted right now?" "I want to kiss you," I murmured inaudibly. "Huh?" I just went for it. I met her lips with mine. Her soft mouth lingered against mine, motionless but alive, patient. I started to run my tongue along her lips, and felt her mouth open and her soft tongue met mine. It was so warm and wet. Her saliva tasted like honey to me. She moaned a little as I circled my tongue around hers. I reached around and grabbed her by the waist. The muscles of her back were taught and well-defined. I could feel through her shirt that there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body. I drew her in closer to me and squeezed my breasts against hers. I kept kissing her more and more intensely until I was nearly out of breath. My whole body was tingling at the feeling of having her so close to me. My breasts desperately wanted to feel her touch again. My pussy was getting more and more slippery. Our mouths parted finally and I pressed my forehead against hers. We breathed together. I saw her long legs dangling off of the table as she sat next to me, I saw her perky breasts heaving with her breath under her thin grey cotton t-shirt, I saw a devious little smile form on her lips. "Good girl," She whispered. "What do you want now?" "I want to see your body." "It's only fair," she smiled and kissed me again. "Let's get off this damn table and go somewhere more comfortable, shall we?" "Good idea," I laughed. With all the excitement I hardly noticed that we had been sitting on a hard wooden table this whole time. I got up and stretched myself out, being sure to stick my chest out extra far. It delighted me how her eyes deviously lingered on my boobs before meeting my eyes again. She made no effort at all to hide that she was staring at them, and it was refreshing as hell. "Where should we go?" I asked her. "My room is right down the hall," she said, getting up. She stood in front of me at full height and looked down into my eyes. "You're really tall," I said stupidly. "And you've got really big tits," she laughed. "Yeah, whenever I go back to Japan I'm like a freak. My mom and dad are about as tall as you are, but for some reason, here I am: This giant lanky thing." "I think your body is fascinating," I told her honestly. "Yeah, thats a word for it. Come on, I'll let you see it." She took me by the hand and led me out of the abandoned room. My old white bra was still lying on the floor where I had dropped it earlier. How long had it been since then? An hour? Two? Twenty minutes? I was losing all sense of time. And it felt great. Feeling like I was being led into some deep dark forest on an adventure, I followed Eva down the hall and into her room. The sound of the rain beating down on the house was comforting. the feeling of her warm hand around mine was comforting. Hell, I was no longer ashamed to admit it: This whole thing felt perfect. The room she led me into seemed to match her personality perfectly: a strange unique mix of the childish and the ageless. A translucent blue drape hung over the window giving the whole room a cool, refreshing feel as the light went through it. There were a bunch of Japanese posters all over the walls, for what looked like romantic comedies, all with cute girls with big smiles. A rickety old piano stood in the corner, with stacks of books on top of it. There were more stacks of books along the walls on the ground. By the door was an assortment of different colored Converse, perfectly spaced out in a way that reminded me of a crayon box. Her bed was nothing but a mattress on the floor, or not even a mattress but what looked like a bunch of sheets folded over each other to form a cushion. It took up half the room and had a little raincloud pattern on it, like the one on her umbrella. There was a little lamp that stood by her bed in the form of a fox holding a lantern. I stood there for a moment taking it all in, still holding her hand. "You play the piano?" I asked her finally. "I used to. All Asian kids have to play the piano," she laughed. "This one's been here since before I even moved in. I mess around with it sometimes but its pretty out of tune. I haven't played seriously since I was a teenager." "Why'd you stop?" I wondered. "I became a track star. Hurdles. Didn't have much time for music after that. My parents were kinda pissed, but what can you do?" "Do you still run?" "Hell yeah," she said proudly. "I'm like the MVP of our track team." "Oh, I didn't know we had a track team." "Every school has a track team." She came up close to me and put her face near mine. It was a little silly how she had to bend down a bit to do it. "Do your parents know that you're..." As soon as I started to ask the question I could tell that I shouldn't have. Her face started to look troubled, but then in an instant regained its composure of childish confidence. "I'm brave, but I'm not that brave," she told me. "Let's not worry about that right now. All that we need to know is that I like you, and you like me, and I think I owe you something." "Huh?" "You said you wanted to see my body." She was so damn confident it made my heart jump a little. "I do," I said. "Ok then, make yourself comfortable." She closed the door behind us and latched the lock. She took me across the room and sat me down on her bed. It was more comfortable than it looked. I sat there with my legs crossed as she walked away from me across the room and stood by the window. She looked out for a few moments, and the soft light against her face made her look so elegant, so sexy. Even this, I understood, even her just standing there was part of the show she was putting on for me. I felt like she was giving herself over to me without even touching me, without even looking at me. Something about the way she stood there told me that she was standing there "for me". It made me feel powerful. Like I could take all the time in the world eating her up with my eyes. She was dressed simply - she wore a tight grey cotton shirt that ended just below her abdomen, and jeans. I looked at the little sliver of belly that could be seen under her shirt. It looked tight and muscular, but pale and delicate at the same time. After a few moments of this, she looked back at me and smiled. She was teasing me. Slowly she reached down and unbuttoned her pants. She undid her zipper to reveal that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I could see a patch of thick black hair coming out from her fly. My heart started to pound in my chest, and I knew that she could feel my reaction too. She started to pull her pants down, but stopped. She went to lift up her shirt instead. Slowly she pulled it over her belly, and every inch of her skin she revealed to me made my heart pound harder and harder. I had never seen a girl with a body like this. She had a perfect six-pack, not bulky like a guy's, but lean and stretched over her whole abdomen. I bit my lip. My hands were getting restless. I made a movement to touch myself, and right away, as if she could read my mind, Eva gave me a glace that told me to go ahead. I started to rub my warm pussy through my jeans. I could feel my juices starting to flow. She kept pulling her shirt up over her perky breasts. She was wearing a simple black bra, which seemed to match perfectly the color of her fuzzy pubic hair. She pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on the ground. Without even unbuttoning it, I pulled mine off too. I was rubbing my pussy harder and harder, starting to moan a little bit. "Getting a little carried away, babe?" Eva asked me gently. "Come here," I moaned. She walked over to me silently, elegantly, and sat down in the bed in front of me, legs crossed. "Don't come yet," she whispered, grabbing hold of my hand. Her grip was strong. "You'll come when I make you come. And trust me, I'll make you come. Okay?" "Okay," I moaned. This was a side of her I had not seen yet: assertive, like a bossy little girl setting the rules a game. "Touch me instead," she commanded me. She threw off her bra and put my hand against her breast. Her little boobs were so firm and perky. They were the perfect extension of her fit, slender body. She moaned a little as I squeezed them. "Go easy," she said. "They're small but they're really sensitive." I had never felt another girls breasts before. Sure, I had squeezed my girlfriends' boobs before when we were playing around, but this was completely different. It was so intimate, so beautiful, holding in my hands the most delicate part of this perfectly sculpted athletic body. Well not the most delicate part, I thought, looking down at the little patch of hair I could see coming out through her open fly. "Go ahead," she whispered through her moans, "lose yourself, my body is yours to explore." Hearing this shot electricity through my body. I let my hands run all over her. I had never felt such a combination of taught muscles and soft skin before, and it was driving me crazy. My hands were exploring all over her torso and arms, as if I could absorb her whole essence through the flesh of my hands. I longed to feel her flesh against mine. I unlatched my bra and let it fall off of me. My boobs burst out of it, swollen with excitement. I went up to sit on her lap, wrapping my legs around her waist, pressing my big soft breasts against her little perkies. She whelped as our tits touched each other's. The look on her face was no longer childish and no longer elegant, but something else, she was in ecstasy; lost, but completely here, feeling every movement and touch so fully, hiding nothing. She was completely vulnerable. I caught myself for a moment, in awe of her expression. This is how we all dream that great sex is like: no reservations, no nerves, no pressure, no hesitation, no rushing - just being. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be with her. I caught myself thinking, and stopped. I just let myself be pulled off into her world. I met her lips again with a kiss and held nothing back. The kiss was sloppy and slobbery, our tongues were circling each others, we were biting each other's lips, running our hands along each other's backs, squeezing ourselves tightly into each other. I had never kissed someone like this before. I finally understood what people meant by the expression "sparks were flying". I started to rub my pussy against her stomach, through my jeans. She got the clue pretty quickly. She threw me off of her and laid me down on my back. "You want me to touch you?" She asked me, grabbing my tits in her hands. "Mmhmm" I moaned "Where do you want me to touch you?" She demanded. "I want you to touch my pussy, baby," I moaned. Seeing her smile when she heard that almost made me come then and there. She gave my tits on last firm squeeze, and then ran her hands down my belly. She found the button of my jeans and undid it slowly, looking into my eyes. I felt like I was in the hands of an expert, I just relaxed back, and took my tits in my hands. Firmly, She pulled my pants and panties down in one go. I felt the chill. I was completely naked in front of her. I spread my legs and exposed my hairless pussy to another girl for the first time. I felt so fucking sexy under her eyes, with her strong hands running all over my body. My moist, hot pussy felt cool against the air, It begged for her touch, but she only ran her hands up and down my naked legs, along the inside of my thighs, and when she was about to reach my pussy, she would turn her hands around and run them right back down my legs again, to my feet. She knew exactly how to tease me. My pussy was pulsating with the desire to be touched. I fought the impulse to reach down and start fingering it myself. All I did was start to moan in ecstatic frustration. My pussy felt like it was about to turn inside out. I started clenching my muscles inside, and felt my wetness start to slowly pour out. I could almost feel her gaze on my most private part. I was letting this girl who I just met see me so intimately, but I felt so comfortable. It all felt so right. Eva's hands were working their way slowly towards my opening now. She was running them so slowly along my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pussy, and just as I thought she was about to touch it, she grasped me firmly right around the sides of it and spread my labia apart, the skin around my clit pulled taught around it and made me squeal. She alternated pushing the flesh of my pussy together, and stretching it apart, the whole time without ever touching me, but sending ripples of pleasure throughout my whole body. She kept stretching the skin around my clit, making it desperate for her touch. I wanted to grab her head and mash my clit against her mouth, but I restrained myself. This teasing was just too perfect, too masterful to interrupt, the look on her face too intent. And again, as if she could read my mind, I saw her start to lower her face down toward my pussy. I bucked my hips up to meet it. Again, her hands spread my pussy apart so far that I could feel my vagina stretching open, my clit sticking out and harder than it's ever been before, I could feel it twitching, just fucking begging to be touched. I started to moan louder and louder, her face was so close to me that I could feel the warmth of her breath against the cool wetness of my pussy. She hadn't even touched me yet and I was starting to feel like I was about to come. I was squeezing my huge tits as hard as I could, moaning louder and louder, "Please," I started to beg her, "please Eva, please." Every time I tried to push my pussy into her mouth she'd only move her head back. I was right on the edge. "Please, please, please". I was completely hers - This silly girl with the rain-cloud umbrella. And then It happened. I felt the tip of her warm tongue meet my clit and it was fucking over. I was starting to drool I came so hard. I was screaming so loud it felt like the whole neighborhood would hear. And I didn't give a fuck. My whole body was convulsing. My pussy felt like it was exploding. I kept moaning and moaning as I felt wave after wave of orgasm go through my body. I was in another world. This girl had given me the orgasm of my life with one touch of her tongue. When I finally came to, I could hear Eva giggling, looking at me in the cutest way. She was sitting up between my legs, her mouth, neck and chest were glistening with wetness. "Holy shit is that all me?" I asked her "Yep." She rubbed it around her chest proudly. "Hannah is a squirter." "Holy shit," I kept saying, "I've never come like that before." "I bet," She smiled, licking her lips. She was sitting there, completely without embarrassment, with my come all over her mouth and chest. "Holy fuck." I lifted myself up and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth was slippery with my come. I had gotten wet before, but never so much, I was astounded at how wet I got her. I didn't realize I tasted so sweet. I was still catching my breath. "How are you so good?" I asked her. "I pay attention," she said with a smirk. "I could teach you." "You can?" I was starting to get nervous, but then I realized it was nothing but excitement. I was about to see a real pussy for the first time. I was about to touch a pussy for the first time. I was about to taste one. And it belonged to this beautiful, mysterious, confident girl. It felt like it was my birthday. I no longer had any doubts about what I wanted. Not in that moment. "Will you let me see it?" I asked her. "Of course," She said, and laid back. The rain continued to pound against the roof, and pour down the window. Slowly she started to pull her jeans down. Even more than seeing another girls pussy for the first time, I was astounded by her legs. Not that I knew anything about the subject, but these were obviously a runner's legs. Insanely long, muscular, smooth and tanned to perfection from countless hours on the track. I felt myself starting to drool a little, looking down at them. They just kept going and going until finally Eva's pants went over her feet, and she gently tossed them across the room. I'd noticed she was fit, but having her lying there naked in front of me really hit the point home - I'd never seen a body like this outside of watching the Summer Olympics - somehow it didn't seem real. I started to feel a little like I was in the presence of royalty. I wouldn't make it over a hurdle if someone shot me out of a cannon, and here was this girl, the possessor of a body that was like a natural miracle. "Don't be nervous," She said, peeking down at me. "You're perfect," I said. "Don't be silly," She smiled, running her hands up her thighs and resting them on her stomach. "You've never seen another naked girl before, I'm guessing?" "We'll I've seen pictures and girls in the locker room and..." "But you've never really seen one." "Not like this, no." This made her smile even more. I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or delighting in being some kind of ambassador of the female sex. "Take your time," Was all she said. Up until this moment I had been frozen, staring. My body was still coming down from the orgasm, and I was starting to feel giddy, I started running my hands up and down her body, feeling every muscle under her silky smooth skin. Every part of her was firm and sinewy, but completely relaxed, and super sensitive. I could tell from the sounds she was making that she was really feeling every touch of my fingertips, taking in every caress as if I was telling her something of deadly importance with it, sometimes responding with a little moan, sometimes just with a breath. I ran my fingers around the muscles of her stomach, circled her boobs with my fingertips, kneaded the incredible muscles of her thighs. I had to stop myself from wondering how the hell I got here. It didn't matter. I was starting to think that people who thought such things never really let themselves get anywhere special. I let my hands do my thinking for me. They drank in every sensation that her body could give me. The Rainy Day I was salivating so much. Eva too, was getting more and more turned on by the minute. Slowly she spread her long legs wide open around me. She didn't need to say anything. I brought my face down close to her pussy. "I'm not sure what to do," I said. "You're saying it like you don't have one yourself," She smirked. "I know but . . . what do you like?" "Just look at it first. Trust your instincts," She said and relaxed onto a pillow. I had been shaving my pussy by habit since high school just because I thought It's what you're supposed to do, but seeing Eva's full, dark bush made me a little jealous. It made her pussy look more elegant somehow, more mature, it had character. I cleared the hair to the sides so I could get a real look at her pussy, the hair was much softer than it looked, I felt myself wanting to nuzzle my face against it, but kept looking. The first thing I noticed was that her clitoris was much bigger than mine. Everything down there seemed bigger - while I had tidy little inner lips, hers were the kind of scrunched up hangy ones I'd seen in pictures. The whole thing was darker than mine, and when I spread the lips, the delicate hole inside was nice and pink. It really was amazing, how many different kinds of vaginas there are, and how Eva's seemed to match her personality perfectly. I felt like if I were to look at a thousand of them, I'd be able to point to this one right away and say it's hers. There was something about it. I looked up and noticed Eva had been watching me the whole time. Admiring me admiring her. "It's beautiful," I told her, still spreading it a little with my fingers. She gave me a cute little smile. All she said was "Thanks." I kept looking at it for a few moments longer. A little bit of wetness formed around her opening. Without even thinking, my tongue darted down and licked it up. Her body jolted as it felt my touch. I tasted another girls pussy for the first time. I played with the wetness a little on my tongue. She tasted pretty much how I expected her to, pretty much like me, but with a little different fragrance, with a certain kind of sweetness. I saw her pussy hole contract and her big clit twitch a little. I didn't want to take it in my mouth yet. Instead, I sucked her labia inside my lips, and started to slide them around between my tongue. My own labia weren't at all big enough for something like this, but it seemed to feel amazing. Eva was starting to moan, still looking right down at me, now with the sexiest look of pleasure I'd ever seen. Her mouth was hanging open and she was breathing hard. Letting out a little moan with each breath. I kept exploring her pussy with my mouth. For some reason it felt like I'd done this already a thousand times before - perhaps in my imagination when I masturbated - I'd imagine a wet tongue down there, tracing all the movements of my fingers - and now my own tongue was between Eva's legs, tracing all of those familiar motions all over her pussy. It felt like half an hour passed this way. I was lost in time. I kept flicking her big clit faster and faster with my tongue. I wanted to make her come so badly. More and more minutes passed this way, and my tongue was getting fucking exhausted. Eating pussy was hard. She kept moaning and her body kept writhing, but she wasn't coming. My tongue gave out. It felt numb. I rested my face against her pubes and caught my breath a little bit. She did too. With her strong legs, she grabbed me and pulled me up on top of her so we would be face to face. Without giving me a chance to wipe my mouth, she started to kiss me energetically. My tongue was still too tired to move, but hers was doing more than enough of the work. She seemed to really enjoy her own taste. It was a curious feeling being kissed right after making out with her pussy for the better part of an hour. It was like all of a sudden I was getting kissed back. I started to feel a little bad. "I wanted to make you come," I whispered to her between kisses. "I know," she said to me with a warm look in her eyes. "I want to satisfy you," I said. "You did," she said with a little laugh. "You know what I mean. Was there something I did wrong?" "You tried too hard to make me come. It made me self conscious." "Oh," The thought of making this girl self conscious felt impossible to me, but she was human after all. "Was that your first time?" She asked me. "Yeah" I said. "Then you should get some kind of award. You're a natural. Next time don't try so hard. Watch." She closed her eyes and slid her hands up and down her body and then she gently grasped her breasts. She let out a moan as she started to massage them slowly. I sat back against the blankets and just watched her. Her entire body seemed to move as one unit, her hips bucking, her elbows out, her hands on her breasts, her head writhing in ecstasy. At first I thought she was just warming herself up, playing with her tits like that, but then I remembered that with all the licking I did down there, she was plenty warm. This meant that what she was doing was the main attraction. Was she really going to come just by playing with her tits? I could tell by the way she was starting to speed up her rhythm, the way her face was losing any semblance of control, and was melting into the purest expression of pleasure - I could tell that she was going to come. I wrapped myself in a blanket and sat down beside her and just watched. I was too enthralled to even start touching myself. Eva was revealing everything to me. Not just her body, but her whole pleasure, she was releasing herself for me. I could swear that a tiny little orgasm fluttered through my body as I watched her come. She came without even touching her pussy, and oh my fucking god did she come. My jaw dropped as I watched that lean, muscular, strong body writhe under the force of a truly earth-shaking orgasm. She wasn't so vocal, but her body said it all. I sat and stared at her as she caught her breath. It was like watching the tide go out. This tumultuous orgasm was slowly drifting away into tranquility. "You can come just by playing with your tits?" I asked her "Sometimes I can come without touching myself at all," She whispered, she looked nearly asleep after her orgasm. She just laid her head back on the pillow and spoke to me in a soft voice. "But usually not with anyone watching me." "You really get self-conscious?" I lowered myself down closer to her, so I could speak to her more delicately, not yet to pull her out of her little post-orgasm wonderland. "Everyone gets self-conscious," she said. "For some reason I thought that you didn't." "I'm human like anyone else." "I don't think you're like everyone else." "I said anyone else," she corrected me. I didn't quite understand why. "I think you've taught me more about sex than I've ever learned my whole life," I confessed to her. "Good," she said, still smiling, on a certain level still cumming. "I had to learn everything from porn, and trust me, there's a lot of misinformation." "You watch porn?" I asked her. "I have my favorites" she said with another little smile. "But not much. I used to watch it every day. Started out as a kid just wondering what a grown woman's body would look like, what I might look like when I grew up. I wanted to learn how to masturbate. I loved looking at beautiful women with fully grown breasts, then figured why not look at a naked man. I found out that their dicks get really big, found out what they like to do to the girls, found out that they like to spray their sperm on the women's faces, sometimes dozens of men at a time, all covering a girls face with their sperm, and I couldn't help but wonder where this girl came from and what her name is and how she even got to be doing this. I was still just a teenager." She seemed to be falling asleep a little as she mumbled like this. There was a bit of sadness in her voice. I just laid and listened. I imagined a man spraying his load on my face. My boyfriend in high school convinced me to let him do it. I remembered how warm it felt at first, how dirty but fun at the same time. I wondered where this idea even came from - spraying a womans face with come, whether it's been a sexual practice for ages or whether it was a more modern, pornographically influenced fetish. I tried to imagine a lady from ancient Egypt getting a facial. I felt kind of lucky not having to deal with the whole sperm thing. I felt so comfortable laying there with Eva, the taste of her pussy still slightly lingering on my mouth. Watching her smile and breathe. It felt like we had laid like this many times before, but of course I didn't even know if there would be a second time. This girl felt so unreal that I felt like I could fall asleep and when I woke up, She would no longer be there, without leaving a trace. But there she was. As real as could be, I could hear her breathing, seeing her firm stomach bulge slightly with each breath. I was delighted the quiet but energetic smile that had been sitting on her mouth ever since she came. "So where'd you learn how to make yourself come like that?" I asked her. Not sure if she was still awake. "From an older woman," she said. "How much older?" "She was 13 years older than me. The wife of one of my coaches." "Oh." "Yes," She said. "It was really complicated, but we couldn't resist each other. She would come here once a week." "What did you do?" I asked, more curious than jealous, though I have to admit I was feeling a little jealous all of a sudden. She thought for a second. "Sometimes we'd just lay together. Other times we'd kiss for hours. Other times it was more than that. She really taught me what sex is. Before her I was only copying what I'd seen in videos. She taught me how to really discover things." "Is that how you became so sexual?" I asked her. "No. I've always been sexual. But I never understood how to express myself, really. I was always so worried about doing things right. About making it feel good. She was the first one to teach me that if you don't have any expectations of your body or anyone else's, if you quit trying to be good at sex, if you let go of all the pressure, you can come from even making out. Coming doesn't even really matter when you're in that state." "How?" I asked her, getting more and more curious. "It takes time," She said. "But if you want to keep coming over, I can teach you." She started to circle my nipple with her finger. "I feel like I'd drop out of school, if I started coming here all the time," I laughed. "Dont worry," she said, resting her hand on my tit, "I'll make sure you get your homework done." All I could do was smile. She got kind of serious again. "There's much more to education that doing homework and passing tests. We live our lives basically afraid the whole time." "What do you mean?" I asked her. But she said nothing. She closed her eyes and I could tell by her breath that she had fallen asleep. I looked her body over one more time. Her face looked really innocent sleeping: This girl who had just opened me up to a part of myself that I would never be able to deny again. I was infatuated with her. What did this mean? Was she going to become my girlfriend? It was too much to think about. I covered us over with one of her blankets and cuddled up close to her. I liked the feeling of pressing my naked breasts against her skin. I laid there for a while listening to the rain. Eventually I dozed off too. -Hannah Blue 2014 The Rainy Day Game I was feeling sexy and needy and a little bit naughty when I conceived my plan. I would visit Erik at work and have some fun and maybe relieve some tension at the same time. I dressed carefully for the trip, wearing the pale yellow sundress I knew Erik liked. Under it, I wore some pretty, lacy yellow panties and a glorious tan. I sprayed on my Vanilla Mist and left my house, visions of a naked Erik dancing in my head. He and I had been dating for about 4 months. We were at the point of staying over a few times a week, making plans several days in advance and feeling comfortable around each other. We had decided not to be exclusive yet and each of us dated others. So far, neither of us had a problem with that. In fact, I had met his other lady, Gina, and I really liked her. When I got to his office, his secretary, Sherry, was just leaving for the day. She warned me that he was in a grouchy mood. He had been working on last month's sales report all day and was not nearly finished. I just smiled and told her to enjoy her afternoon, promising he would be happier in the morning. i knocked once on the door and then entered. He was glaring at the door, ready to tell Sherry to leave him alone, but smiled wearily at me instead. I walked in and circled the desk, standing behind Erik and massaging his tight neck muscles. He leaned back against my chest as my fingers did their magic. Relaxed, he let his head roll against my firm breasts, appreciating the bra-less feel of them. He sadly began to explain that he had no time to dally, that he would have to make it up to me in a few days, that this report was crucial and due soon. As he talked, I reached under my full skirt and removed my panties. Slowly, I lowered them over his face, allowing him the time to fully appreciate my musky scent. He stopped talking and just inhaled, and I could hear the smile in his voice as he started repeating how busy he was and how much he WISHED he could play, but that he just could NOT! I muttered understandingly, while walking around beside him and hopping onto his desk. I could see out the window behind him that the sky was clouding and another afternoon shower was about to start. I scooted down the desk until I was positioned right in front of my lover, my bare feet planted on either side of his thighs. I leaned down to kiss him, holding his face in my hands and whispering comforting words to him. He placed his hands on my waist, pulling me closer and kissing me back with long, gentle tongue strokes, then said sadly that he really couldn't play. He looked so dejected that I almost felt bad about my master plan. Before I could change my mind, there was a light rap on the door and it opened. Standing there, in a pretty pink sundress, was Gina. Looking at her, I knew she had the same thing on her mind. We had both come to see our lover for some great fucking. I am short and petite. As soon as the weather becomes warm, my tan becomes golden. I am older than Erik, with silver streaks in my dark brown hair. I am referred to as cute, even at my age. Men tend to want to protect me, keep me safe, shelter me. My appeal is usually described as innocence, softness, and warmth. I have soft, brown eyes with deep, long lashes. My face is dented with dimples in my cheeks and one in my chin. My hands and feet are tiny, with little fingers, short legs and arms. Surprisingly for such a small woman, I have lovely, full breasts. Erik is particularly pleased with them. My nipples are dark and large, perfect for the sucking and touching he loves to do. Gina is nearly my opposite. She is tall and lovely. Her figure is lush, shapely. Her coloring is cool and fair. She has the most amazing blue eyes I have ever seen. Her mouth is full, beautifully shaped and tempting. I knew what Erik liked about her as soon as I met her. There was an air of "possibility" about her. No man in his right mind would pass her by unnoticed. She exuded sexuality, sensuality, excitement. Her pale skin, in the sundress, looked like peaches and cream. She stood at the door for a second, looking at us. Then, she quietly locked it and entered the room. I straightened up and explained to her that Erik was too busy to play, he had SO much work to finish! I sighed loudly, my lower lip beginning to pout. Gina ran her long fingers through my hair and said it was a shame that all of us should suffer because he was behind in his work! I closed my eyes, enjoying being petted and stroked. I could smell Gina's scent, a fresh summer smell, as she moved closer to me. I felt her hand moving from my hair, now caressing my cheek. Her skin felt cool and dry, gently tracing my skin as she moved her palm over my face. I could sense her moving closer still, and I welcomed her. Her mouth was near my ear as she whispered that I looked very pretty today. She chuckled and added, "Good enough to eat!". I felt her breath on my cheek as her mouth moved. She gently touched her lips to mine, barely grazing the soft, tender flesh. My eyes were still closed. I wondered if I had imagined her touch because I was so very needy right now. As I contemplated my state of mind, I felt her lips moving with more force. She slowly encouraged me to open my mouth, to accept her delicious tongue and lovingly washed the inside of my mouth. I must have moaned because she seemed encouraged. She glanced down and saw my panties, still in Erik's hands, and reached for them. I heard her inhaling deeply and sighing. Then her mouth returned to me and began devouring my lips and tongue. My hands reached for her, holding her against my suddenly hot body, trying to get as close to her as possible. We stopped kissing and just looked at each other, smiling and starting to giggle. Then we both looked at Erik, who had not made a sound since Gina came into his office. He was staring at us, licking his lips and lightly massaging his massive erection. Gina moved away from me and reached for the computer mouse. She smiled at Erik and told him that while she appreciated the fact that he needed to work, he had two hot women and owed them some relief. She said she hated to threaten him, but if he did not agree to help us, he would not only go without fun, but would lose all the work he had done. One click of the mouse would erase all his charts and graphs. All he had to do was listen to Gina and do as he was told, and his project would be safe. She instructed him to undress completely. If Erik is beautiful in his suit, he is absolutely breathtaking naked. As he stood before us, his erection seemed to grow even larger. I had to force myself not to reach out for it, to touch it, to fall on my knees and worship it. But Gina seemed to have an even better plan than mine and I decided to let her lead. Erik sat in his comfy desk chair, his hard cock so impressive. Gina told him he could watch us as much as he wanted, he could even offer suggestions, but he was not allowed to touch his cock, not allowed to touch anything. And, she added, if he came before being told to, he would lose all his programming. After that, Gina turned back to me and resumed kissing my willing mouth. Her lips tasted like peaches, and I found myself enjoying the softness of her lips on mine. Our tongues played together, slipping sensuously into each other's mouths. Her hands were on my bare back, lightly stroking my soft flesh, making goosebumps appear on my arms. I had never really been with a woman before, not in real life. I had the occasional fantasy about kissing a woman, or sucking her hard nipples, but had never acted on it. Yet, here I was, being held by this stunning woman, encouraging her, with sighs and moans, to touch me. I could feel her erect nipples pressing into mine, her warmth where our bodies pressed together. Her fingers were creating magical feelings on my skin, and I could feel my pussy softening and growing wet. Her mouth began to move down my throat and chest. I felt her inquisitive lips touching lightly along the neckline of my dress, her sweet tongue darting under the fabric. Her fingers began opening my buttons and then I felt the cool air as my dress was lowered to my waist. I arched my back, offering her my aching nipples, hoping she would not stop now. Gina smiled at me and slowly pulled my right nipple deep into her mouth. The sensations coursing through my body were electrifying. Her mouth insistently pulled on that nipple, making every nerve ending tingle and respond. I could feel my nipple growing in her mouth, becoming hard and achy. Her elegant fingers played with the other one as I just sat there in a daze of desire. Suddenly, my nipple popped from her mouth as she turned to Erik and said, "Stop!". I focused on him and saw his large hand wrapped around his cock, pre-come oozing from the tip. Gina very coolly told him if he touched himself again, his program would be destroyed. She also said that she would hate having to tie his hands to the chair! All the time she was talking to him, her hands were massaging and molding my full breasts, my nipples hard and distended. The sky had darkened and lightning was flashing through the sky, giving this entire scene a surreal appearance. Gina told Erik to move his chair back against the wall, so he could see better and once again admonished him to keep his hands off his hard cock. With the big desk chair gone, Gina could stand directly in front of me. She pulled me off the desk to stand before her and gave my dress a tug, sending it into a heap around my bare feet. I heard the intake of her breath as she looked at my trim, naked body. Her hands moved over me, touching lightly and gently, as if assuring herself that I was real. I looked up at her and smiled, giving her my permission to continue. Her hands circled my waist and she helped me back onto the desk. I sat back further and let my legs fall open. Gina began kissing me again, this time standing between my open thighs and allowing my nipples to rub against her dress, irritating and hardening them. She had the most talented fingers, moving them restlessly over my bare back and shoulders, down my arms, up my thighs. Without moving away from my mouth, she again said "Stop!". We both looked at him and saw his hand moving up and down his cock, caressing the head and sliding back down the shaft. Gina chuckled and moved to his chair. She reached under her dress and removed lacy white panties, holding them to his face for a minute before wrapping them around his right wrist, tying him to the armrest. I jumped off the desk, taking my silky panties with me, and tied the left wrist. As we leaned over our lover, we smiled at each other and met in a loving kiss as we restrained him. Erik was moaning and attepting to pull free, his cock bobbing angrily in his lap, the precome oozing rapidly from the engorged tip. We leaned across him, our mouths entangled in a deep kiss, Gina's hands on my breasts. We were so close to Erik's face, I could feel his breath on my arm. His breathing was rapid and shallow, his cock dancing between us, begging for attention. Part of me wanted to help him, relieve him of his magnificent erection, but the other part wanted to play out this rainy day game with Gina. We straightened and moved back to the desk. Gina reached out and cleared the desk with one sweep of her long arm. I climbed on and sat cross-legged on one side, Gina sat across from me in the same position. Our knees touched as we smiled at each other, holding hands and giggling. I reached for the pearl buttons on the front of Gina's dress, opening them slowly, my fingers grazing softly over her skin. I was mesmerized by the contrast of my short, tanned fingers against her alabaster breasts. I allowed my nails to scrape gently over her, listening to her tiny moans. When the buttons were finally undone, her dress easily slid off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. Her nipples were a rosy pink, hard and bumply in anticipation. I deliberately ran my nails over her breasts, on the tender skin between, avoiding the nipples until she finally asked me, in her breathless voice, to touch her. How could I refuse? I touched her exactly as I loved to be touched, using the strokes that always excited me. Her eyes closed and she leaned into my touch, sighing and wetting her lips. I was fascinated by her beautiful nipples and knew I had to taste them. I leaned forward and sucked one into my mouth, feeling for the first time the fullness of a woman. Her hands were moving up and down my bare back, making me shiver, but I did not want to leave this place, I did not want to lose this deliciousness. Blindly, my mouth moved to the other nipple, once again sucking it deeply into my hot and hungry mouth, enjoying the feel and texture of a woman's breast in my mouth. Her fingers were in my short hair, combing it and massaging my scalp, while she whispered words of encouragement to me. This could have continued forever. I lost all track of time as I made love to her tantalizing breasts. I was happily sucking and nipping, being very creative, when I felt her hands moving lower on my body. Suddenly, all my attention was focused on her skilled fingers as they moved down my sides and hips, making my skin tingle. I sat up straight and looked into her eyes. She was grinning mischievously. She placed her hands on my knees and ran them up my thighs, slipping her long, delicate fingers along my tender skin. Her fingers reached my shaved pussy and began to massage and rub the bare skin. I could feel myself swelling open, becoming wetter as she touched me. Gina stepped down from the desk and picked up my dress, making a pillow of it. She placed it at one end of the desk and helped me lie down, my legs falling open, exposing myself to her. Erik remained in his chair, his eyes never leaving us, his cock straining for relief. He had stopped fighting the restraints, seemed to have forgotten everything but the sight before him. He was talking, suggesting things to Gina, telling her how delicious my pussy was, asking her to taste me. He told her nothing was as exciting as when I came and started taunting her to make me come. Gina smiled at him, walked over to his chair and very deliberately started dancing in the darkening room. Her hips swayed and her dress seemed to melt from her body. She stood before him, naked and beautiful, and told him she appreciated all his suggestions. Then she returned to my needy body. She stood beside me, just taking in my nakedness, before touching my with her inquiring fingers. My body responded so fully, I was completely amazed. I had fantasized about a woman, but never thought I would react this way, want a woman this much. Gina's sweet mouth came down on mine, kissing me softly and then more needily. Her hands continued to learn me as her mouth began moving down my body. I know she was making a point of not blocking Erik's view and I could feel his eyes on us, missing nothing. I felt Gina's talented tongue moving lower, toying with my belly button, before arriving at my smooth pussy. She was lapping at me. Long, wide strokes designed to drive me crazy. Her tongue moved up between my legs, sliding into my slit, opening it for her, allowing her to taste my oozing juices. She stopped once, walking over to Erik to kiss him deeply, her mouth tasting of me. He begged her to stay, to touch him, but she couldn't. She wanted me as much as I was desiring her. She moved to the side of the desk, pulling my legs and moving me down until my hips were on the edge of the desk, my legs open and my beautiful pussy displayed for Erik's watching eyes. She knelt then, her hands on my inner thighs, her mouth covering my cunt. I could feel her kissing me there, french-kissing me with her tongue deep inside. I turned my head to the side so I could see Erik, see his reaction to this. He was smiling, his cock was throbbing in his lap, an angry red now, dripping pre-come. Then I could see nothing except a blur of red as Gina's tongue licked and nibbled and teased my hard little clit. The redness gathered in my head, the heat gathered in my legs, lightning flashed outside the window and I felt myself tightening to orgasm. I felt my legs stiffen, heard myself calling Gina's name as a growl escaped my throat and I began the spasms that shook me to my soul. Gina never stopped, her tongue busily playing and licking my clit. I could not stop coming, my hips bucking against her face, my eyes losing all focus now. Finally, I felt Gina give me one last kiss and lift her wet face from between my legs, smiling at me. As she settled on Erik's lap, allowing him to lick her face, I knew our rainy day games had just started. To Be Continued...