0 comments/ 54464 views/ 1 favorites Katrina In The Sun By: seatraveller The characters and events in this story are the product of the author's imagination. Any similarities to actual persons or events is purely coincidence. It has been one of those weeks that make you glad when it's over. Saturday has arrived sunny and warm on a late spring day. This is to be a lonely weekend for me. I have been a widower for the past 2 years, and my kids are all away for the weekend. My sons are off camping this weekend and my daughter is with a friend's family in the mountains. I couldn't go because of a meeting I had to call for Friday afternoon that could not be postponed. There is another one early Monday that includes people coming from other offices around the country, so there was no way I could get away this weekend. I have decided to take care of the spring yard work I have been putting off for weeks. I have spent the morning on the front yard, and after a light lunch it is time to start on the back. Instead of putting my sodden tee-shirt back on I decide to go without it, and apply sunscreen to my shoulders, upper chest and upper back. I have been working in the back long enough to work up a pretty good sweat again, and I'm presently raking the grass clippings. My back is to the house when I hear a familiar female voice call my name. "Mr. James?" I turn around to find Katrina standing behind me. Katrina is the twin sister of my daughter's boy friend. Our families have been friends for sometime, and I have watched this child grow into a lovely young woman. She is now 18 and just graduated high school as an honor student with a full academic scholarship to a prestigious university. She has blond hair that comes just below her shoulders, a lovely face and crystal blue eyes. The most striking feature about her is her figure. She now has a very womanly body that I have noticed on the occasions we have been together lately during visits between our families. Her usual attire consists of baggy jeans and t-shirts or sweatshirts that do not display her figure. There have been occasions, when I have been at her house, that I have seen her ready for a big date. With her hair fixed, light makeup, and wearing a short sexy dress that shows off her charms she is drop dead gorgeous. Since our families have been so close our children have spent a lot of time together. During those times, at our house in particular, Katrina and her brother have become like my own kids. My wife and I have had a loving and friendly relationship with all of them. I greet my lovely visitor and notice that she has a beach cover-up on. It is white and covers her down to about mid thigh. She is showing more leg than I have ever seen before and what I see is very nice indeed. Her thighs are well toned and shapely as are her calves and she is wearing sneakers. "Mr. James, do you mind if I lay out in your back yard? I want to get started on my tan before beach season gets here." Before I can ask why she doesn't use her own yard she continues. "My little sister Liza is being a pain at home, and won't leave me alone." I know that Liza can be a pain. She is about 7 years younger than the twins, and is spoiled rotten. Her parents have doted on her so much that she thinks she runs the house. It is not uncommon for her to throw a tantrum when she doesn't get her way, and her parents give in rather than deal with the tantrum. I don't like being around her any more than Katrina does. "Not at all Katrina," I reply, "as long as you don't mind if I keep doing my yard work." "No, I don't mind." I notice that she has been looking me up and down as if she has never seen me before. Suddenly I am self-conscious about being in only ragged cutoffs and grass stained sneakers. Although I'm 44 I have kept myself in shape over the years. I work out regularly and the effort has paid off. While I am proud of the way I look I find myself uncomfortable under this young woman's gaze. Clearing my throat I say, "Fine, help yourself and I'll just go back to what I was doing." I turn and go back to my raking. I watch from the corner of my eye as she spreads the beach towel that she has brought with her. She reaches into the pocket of her cover-up and takes out a tube of sunscreen and sun glasses, and drops them on the towel. I turn to tell her that there are sodas in the refrigerator, and the words catch in my throat. Katrina has undone the buttons on her cover-up and proceeds to shrug it off of her shoulders. She stands there in a white string bikini that covers the essentials but just barely. The thin material of the top clings lovingly to the curves of her ample breasts and allows her nipples to make tents in it. The bottom barely covers her young womanhood and allows her nether lips to push out against it. It is obvious that she at least trims her pubic patch otherwise a good portion of it would be showing. She stands there watching me watch her and slowly raises her arms to put her hair up out of her way. This motion causes the beautiful globes of breast flesh to rise. The friction of the material must stimulate her nipples because they are standing out more than before. Her hands drop to her sides as she says, "Yes, Mr. James?" The sound of her voice breaks the spell that I'm in, and I proceed to tell her about the sodas. She thanks me and proceeds to sit on the towel and reaches for the sunscreen. I return to my work, but try to observe her actions at the same time. The application of the sunscreen begins on her face and proceeds down her luscious body. Her hands seem to lovingly apply the lotion to her soft shoulders and arms, then proceed to her upper chest and down her breasts to where they are covered by her top. There is ample breast flesh spilling from the sides of her top and this gets attention as well. Her smooth concave abdomen is next all the way to where the material covering her sex begins. Those long, smooth shapely legs are next, and her hands smooth the lotion over the supple skin. Once her task is completed she recaps the tube puts on her sunglasses and lies back on the towel. I return to my work and notice that my cutoffs are tighter in the crotch than they were when I put them on this morning. My eyes are often drawn to the gorgeous creature baking in the sun on my lawn. After about half an hour I call to her, "You better turn over before you get over done on one side." "Thanks Mr. James." She turns over and reaches for the sunscreen again. Her next words almost cause my heart to stop. "Mr. James, would you put lotion on my back please?" "Sure." I manage to choke out, and walk over to kneel beside this vision of beauty. I put lotion in my hand and rub my hands together to warm it, as I do she reaches behind herself and undoes the strings holding her top in place. She puts her hands under her cheek like a pillow her with face turned toward me. She waits patiently for me to begin, and has a knowing smirk on her face. My hands begin at the nape of her neck and begin to spread the lotion across her smooth skin. Her muscles are well toned and resilient beneath my hands. I have reached the small of her back and notice that the back of her panty is low enough to see the beginning of the cleft between the magnificent globes of her tush. My fingers knead the tissue as the lotion is applied here. The tightness in my cutoffs has become uncomfortable as my hard-on is now full bore. I rise up and attempt to find a more comfortable position for my equipment. I hear her say, "Your hands feel real nice, Mr. James." The smirk is now a knowing smile. This vixen is taunting me. Two can play at this game. "It looks like you missed a couple of spots on the backs of your legs, Katrina. Do you want me to take care of that too?" I ask. "Oh, please Mr. James. That would be so nice." There is a note of tease and sarcasm in her voice. Putting more lotion on my hands I begin at her knees and use both hands on each thigh. I work slowly up each one and pay particular attention to the crease where her thigh meats her tush. By the time I finish both thighs I notice her breath is a little deep and there is a damp spot on her panty. Turn-about is fair play I think. I say, "How's that Katrina?" There is no answer, as she seems to have lost her voice now. Once again I return to my yard work and succeed in getting my body to calm down some. This is a very uncomfortable situation and I need to get control of myself. You'd think I was a teenager the way my hormones are reacting. Another half-hour passes, and I am parched and decide to go in for a soda. I tell Katrina she is done on this side as I pass by, and ask if she wants a soda too. She replies, "Yes, thank you," to my back. As I pass through the mudroom I quickly sponge of my face and upper body at the sink. Then I head for the kitchen to get the sodas. I finish rummaging in the refrigerator for the sodas, stand up and close the door, and turn to head back out. My progress stops short as I realize the Katrina has followed me in and is standing with her back against the counter across from the refrigerator. She has been watching me and has a curious look on her face. I pass her a can of soda, which she opens. She puts the can to her lips and tilts her head back to take a long drink. The action of lifting her arm to drink causes her breasts to bob delightfully before my eyes. After her first long sip she says, "Wow, that's good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was. Thanks Mr. James." "You're welcome, Katrina." "You know, Mr. James, you have a nice back and great legs." I just about snort soda out my nose on that one, but manage to thank her for the compliment. Then she says, "You know what else Mr. James? You are a really good looking man." My face gets warm and I know I'm blushing, and I don't blush easily. "Thank you, again Katrina. It's nice to know that a young woman of your age finds someone my age attractive." She crosses the kitchen to stand close in front of me. I haven't noticed how tall she's gotten until now. Her eyes are level with mine and I find mine locked to her crystal blue ones. She adds, "Oh, I have found you attractive for some time now." The heat of her lovely body warms the short span of air between us and I feel it warming my skin as well. I find myself getting very uncomfortable with that comment. While I am trying to think of something to respond with she says, "Do you think I'm pretty Mr. James?" "Katrina, I think you are one of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen. I'm sure that you hear that often from the young men you date." Now it's her turn to blush and she turns a charming shade of pink from the top of her head to where her chest disappears into her bikini top. I find myself wondering if she flushes like that when she is aroused as well, and quickly banish the thought. "Thank you, but you'd be surprised Mr. James. Except for the dates for the proms I haven't dated all that much. The boys I would like to ask me out never seem to, and those that do make it sound so vulgar that they make me feel dirty. My dating and experience with boys has been very limited." The old brain does a quick reassessment of this young woman, and what has transpired so far this afternoon. It is difficult to accept that someone as lovely as Katrina is still as innocent as she seems to be at this moment. I also begin to see a vulnerability that I had missed before. This young woman will bruise very easily if I am not careful. While her teasing may have been understood as arousing, I don't believe she understands what that truly means. Her next statement really floors me. "Mr James, would you consider helping me lose my virginity?" I can't help myself. My mouth drops open and I'm sure there is s dumbfound look on my face. Her reaction to mine immediately shows me that she has interpreted it to be rejection of her request. That lovely face melts into tears and she turns to run away from me. I recover quickly enough to grab her shoulders to stop her retreat and turn her to face me. She immediately buries her face in my chest while wrapping her arms around me. My arms wrap around her shoulders and my hands begin to stroke her back to sooth her. The feel of her tender smooth skin under my hands and her luscious body plastered to mine begins to have the inevitable affect on my body. Before my reaction can become too noticeable I move my hands to her shoulders and gently push her back enough so that I can look at her face. "I'm sorry Katrina. My reaction was not one of rejection but astonishment. I did not mean to hurt you in any way, but I think we need to talk about this." I reach for the box of tissues on the counter and hold it for her. She takes a tissue and wipes her eyes and blows her nose. "OK Mr. James." "Please go out and get your cover up and meet me in the den." I have put on a shirt and I'm sitting in the easy chair in the den when Katrina comes back in. She has put her cover up back on as I asked and I motion her to sit on the love seat across from me. She sits with her knees together and her hands folded on her lap like a prim schoolgirl. Her face remains a little flushed and it looks like the flood of tears could begin again any minute. I give her a moment to collect herself before I say, "Please tell me what this is all about Katrina." She takes a deep breath and begins. "Well, I told you about my dating before. Since it has been almost non-existent I have very little experience with boys and absolutely no romance in my life. When I'm with my girlfriends I hear them talking about their relationships and sex and how wonderful it all is and I've had these feelings and urges for several years now and want to experience what they are talking about but it just hasn't happened and masturbation isn't enough any more. I like you and do find you attractive so I came here today to seduce you into taking my virginity. I even bought this bikini for today, I have never worn anything so revealing before, but I thought that when you saw me in it you would want me. Now I'm ashamed of myself for throwing myself at you, and you now think I'm a foolish schoolgirl." The water works started again and she reached for the tissues on the coffee table in front of her. "Katrina, I am very flattered and honored that you consider me worthy of giving me the gift of your virginity. However, this is a very special gift that should be shared by two people who care very much for each other. I am sure, that before too long, you will find such a person to share this with, and I don't want you to find that special person and regret not having this gift to share with him." "Thank you for your kindness Mr. James, but I'm not concerned about all that. I would like to feel some of these things now, and learn about pleasing a man. This way, when I meet that special someone you're talking about, we can please each other without worrying about all that awkwardness. I guess if you're not willing to help me I'll just have to start accepting dates from those guys who want to get me into bed." That last comment got my attention. This young woman is bound to do this, one way or another. I can remember back to that time in my life and all the rampant hormones I had running through me. I also remember those first attempts at lovemaking and fumbling through somehow. Then I met an older woman that took pity on me and gave me an education in lovemaking that helped me. The last thing I would want is for this young woman, whom I care about, to have a bad experience that may have long lasting effects on her. In her eagerness to have this experience she may allow the wrong man, or boy, to attempt to deflower her. That could be a catastrophe if it harms her and leaves her scarred for a long time to come. No one deserves that fate. I have pretty much decided to do this, but I want it to be the right experience for her. A plan has rapidly formed in my head. I also notice that she has gotten up and is getting ready to leave. "Please wait Katrina," I say. She stops and turns to me with a hopeful look. "Yes Mr. James?" "If I agree to accept your gracious offer it will have to be on my terms." "Oh Mr. James, I'll do anything you ask me to." She almost gushes and begins to remove her cover up again. "Stop. The first condition is that it will not happen right this minute." Her face falls again, but I continue. "I want this to be a special occasion that you will remember for a long time to come, which is as it should be. You are going to get all of the romance that I can provide, and if you still want to go through with this we'll see what happens." She thinks about this for a minute before responding. "OK, that sounds nice. What else do you want?" "You and I are going on a date. We will have a romantic dinner for two and then I will take you dancing to this little place I know. After that we'll play things by ear. What I want you to do now is go home and get yourself ready. Tell your parents I will pick you up at 7:00." "Oh, my parents aren't at home. I told a fib. They are away with my brother and sister and won't be back until late Sunday. And by the way, what should I wear, Mr. James?" "We will be going to a nice restaurant so I would think a cocktail length dress would be suitable. Do you know what I'm talking about?" "Yeah, I have just the thing in my closet." "All right then, I want you to go home and get ready for our date. I'll see you at 7, and by the way, for this evening I think you should call me Brad." "Sure Mr...I mean Brad. I'll be ready at 7." As soon as Katrina has left I call and make reservations at Maxim. That's a restaurant I go to that has the ambiance that I want for tonight. Now it's time for me to get ready. By the time I finish it is almost time to pick up my date. I decide to take the Cobra Daytona Coupe tonight. It's a kit car I built myself. The only thing I didn't do myself is the paintwork. Throwing myself into building the car helped me get through my grief at losing my wife. It seems appropriate for my date tonight. I arrive at Katrinia's house a little before 7. Before my finger can press the button for the doorbell the door swings open and a vision of extraordinary beauty greets me. She has put her hair up nicely, which shows off her slender neck and supple shoulders. Her make up is light and enhances her crystal blue eyes as well as making her look a little older. The dress is a slip dress of a satin Navy blue material that clings like a second skin. There are spaghetti straps and it hangs low on her chest revealing a pleasant but not vulgar mount of cleavage. It stops about 3 inches above her knees and her glorious legs end in Navy blue high-heeled strap sandals. There is a small jacket over her arm that matches her dress and a Navy blue clutch purse completes her outfit. My eyes return from their inspection of this beauty and lock with hers. She says, "Does my appearance meet with your approval sir?" "Most assuredly princess. You are drop dead gorgeous. She blushes prettily and bites her bottom lip. "May I help you with your jacket?" She hands me her jacket and I help her into it. Her perfume is intoxicating and I catch a whiff of the herbal shampoo she uses. I offer my arm and say, "You carriage awaits." When we reach the car her eyes light up and she gives me the appropriate oohs and ahhs. I hold her door as she gets in. Her dress rides up her lovely thighs and she presents a delightful display of legs. The big Ford engine rumbles to life, and we are off. There is not much conversation in the car, and I take careful glances at my lovely companion and her gorgeous legs as I drive. When we arrive at the restaurant the valet holds the door for Katrina as I come around to give him my keys. He swallows hard and has a lustful look on his face, and hardly looks at me as he takes my keys. It seems that he just received the same leg demonstration I had a short while ago. I smile at Katrina and take her elbow to lead her into the restaurant. I mention to her that I doubt I will have to tip the valet when we leave since she has already tipped him handsomely. My comment takes a moment to sink in and another blush and a lusty smile reward me. In the restaurant our table is ready when we arrive, and the headwaiter escorts us to our table. My date is the object of desire and envy as we pass through the dining area to our table and heads turn as we go by each table. Our table is slightly secluded from the rest and after the headwaiter seats us Katrina removes her jacket and places it over the back of her chair. The dinner is excellent and the company is outstanding. I find that she is an excellent companion and talks about things like the intelligent young woman that she is. When the check comes Katrina excuses herself to use the ladies room, and I tell her I will meet her in the lobby. I help her on with her jacket and we are off once again. Katrina In The Sun We retrace our route from earlier, and Katrina notices that we are headed in the direction of our development. She asks, "Where is this place you're taking me to?" "Princess it is a little place I found some time ago, and I think that you'll enjoy it." I enter our neighborhood and she says, "What is this? I thought we were going dancing?" "We are precious. Just hold on and you'll see. Trust me." I hear a grunt of exasperation when I pull into my garage. I open her door and get that same great view of scrumptious legs for my effort. She puts her hand in mine and I lead her into the house. A part of my preparations for this evening were to rearrange the den to look like a small bistro. I do not turn on any lights until we enter the den/bistro. The dimmer switch has been preset, and when I press it the lights come on very subdued. There is a small table to one side with a checked tablecloth and two chairs. An area has been cleared as a dance floor, which we cross to get to our table. My lovely companion takes the seat I offer her, and I reach to turn on the stereo. Soft romantic music begins to play, and I turn to Katrina to ask if she would like something from the bar. "May I have some white wine please," she asks? "Of course you may. I'll be right back." I go to the kitchen and take a bottle of crisp Riesling from the refrigerator and pour two glasses. Returning to the den I place her glass in front of her and sit next to her. She sips her wine and says, "Mmm, this is good. Thank you." "You're welcome Katrina. Are you enjoying your evening so far," I ask? I pick up her hand and bring it to my lips. The skin on the back is like velvet and I turn her hand so that I can kiss her palm and lick its center with the tip of my tongue. There is a slight gasp from my companion. "So far it has been very nice. But I was told I would be taken dancing." "So you are my lovely. Would you care to dance?" "Yes. I'd love to. Thank you." I move to hold her chair for her to stand. When she is standing I move behind her to help her remove her jacket. I lead her to the dancing area and I turn to face her bringing her gently into my arms. Her body is a little stiff as we begin to move to the music, and our bodies are gently touching as we move to the beat of the music. We are cheek to cheek but I do not allow our bodies to come closer together. I want her go get used to our bodies being close. We sway gently to the music and she begins to relax. Her lithe body begins to move beneath my hand and lightly against my body. After several minutes she is fully relaxed and begins to lean into me. I take her right hand and place it on my shoulder and move my hand to join its companion at the small of her back. My hands apply gentle pressure against her back and bring her body into full contact with mine. I can feel her ample breasts against my chest through our clothes. Her abdomen and hips move against mine as we dance, and our thighs are rubbing sensuously. Another few minutes pass and I can no longer resist. I must taste this delicate flower that I lovingly cradle against me. My lips find the angle of her jaw and begin to kiss their way from there. Her earlobe, the tender skin just below it, the spot where her neck joins her shoulder all get attention. She shudders slightly with each gentle kiss and nibble and little gasps escape her lips at the same time. I allow my hands to begin caressing her back as accompaniment to my mouth. The tender flesh beneath them feels exquisite and I long to feel for more. My lips move to her other shoulder and begin the process in reverse. When I reach the angle of her jaw again I continue my little kisses forward, and gently capture her lips with mine. She returns my kiss a little timidly at first, but as the kiss continues she becomes bolder and anxious for more. I take her lower lip gently between my teeth to nibble and then run my tongue along its width. As I recapture her mouth again she opens her lips in invitation and I accept as my tongue begins to search and duel with hers. The level of passion between us is rising quickly and my roaming hands desire more than her back. I drop them to the magnificent globes of her tush and slowly move them over the delectable flesh through her dress. There is no hint of a panty line under my hands. My grip tightens as I pull her hips against mine so she can feel the arousal she is causing in me. Her pelvis begins to move against mine, and my hands begin to rise up her sleek sides until they reach the warm soft flesh of her wondrous breasts. The only thing between my hands and her breasts is the dress, and my fingers gently squeeze that delectable tissue and a groan of delight escapes into my mouth. She pulls her mouth from mine to say, "Ohh, that feels wonderful. Don't stop." She pulls back slightly to look me in the eye and says, "I haven't changed my mind. This has only confirmed what I knew already. You are the man I want tonight." I capture her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and squeeze the hardening nubs, which causes her to bite her bottom lip and close her eyes against the enjoyable sensations this creates. Her hand reaches between us to caress my swollen erection. The pleasure of her stroking hand is indescribable. I realize that I want this nymph naked beneath my hands. "Katrina, I think we need to take this to the bedroom. Don't you?" "Ohh, yess Brad." Once in the bedroom I turn on a bedside lamp that casts a soft glow through the room. I drape my jacket across a chair and move behind Katrina. Gently I whisper in her ear to trust me and stand very still. Very gently I begin to slide my fingertips over her delicate skin, beginning at her soft shoulders and down the outside of her arms and over her hands. My fingertips then ascend along the insides of her arms stopping at the inside of her elbows to caress slightly and then proceed up the insides of her upper arms. Her breathing has become heavier and little mewling sounds can be heard. This process is repeated several times until goose flesh appears over her arms and shoulders. When I remove my hands a slight moan of disappointment escapes her lips. I move in front of her and look in her eyes and see the beginnings of longing and need. Once again I whisper trust me and get to my knees before her. The fingertip caresses begin again starting at her ankles and going up the outside of her legs to her thighs. Never passing the hem of her dress I proceed back down the insides of her legs. Her breathing and moans become more apparent as the process repeats and gooseflesh appears on her lovely legs. Standing once again I move behind her and remove my shirt as I do. My hands gently hold her shoulders and I lean forward to whisper once again in her ear. "May I take your hair down?" She can only nod her agreement. I gently remove the pins holding her hair in place and the bountiful blond tresses tumble down her back to lie just below her shoulders. My fingers gently comb through the golden softness to smooth it over her. I once again take her shoulders in my hands and lean forward to whisper once more, "May I remove your dress?" "Oh, Yess, please Brad." My fingers find the zip at her back and slowly lower the tab. As the material separates inch after glorious inch of her beautiful back is exposed to view. Once the zipper is down my hands move to the straps on her shoulders and gently move them down over her arms. My lips follow the straps as they move across and down over her shoulders. A small shudder passes through her as the combined touch of my hands and lips provide exquisite stimulation. The silky material of the dress easily slides down her body without the straps to hold it in place and puddles about her feet. She stands completely nude before me except for her shoes. I take a step back to allow my eyes the pleasure of devouring her back, buttocks and legs. My hands reach out and fingertips begin to discover her sumptuous back and magnificent behind. The butterfly softness of my touch causes the finely toned muscles of her back to ripple as my fingers pass by. I must use the flats of my hands to explore the glorious globes of her tush. They are soft firm and resilient all at the same time. I step back once more and remove my shoes, socks and trousers then return to hold her shoulders and whisper, "May I touch your breasts?" "Yes, yes a thousand times yesss," she replies. I slide my hands down her flanks to caress the slope her hips then across the smoothness of her abdomen and slowly up toward her chest. Very gently I lift those globes of tender flesh and weigh them in my hands. The are the size of large cantaloupes and are marvelously warm and soft. I gently caress the undersides and bring my hands up their sides to caress the skin of her upper chest. Then my hands slowly slide down the slopes of her breasts gently past their tips until her pebble hard nipples are resting in my palms. My hands then move back against her chest pressing into her tender mounds. They are soft, but firm and almost hot to the touch. A loud moan escapes her and she leans back against my chest for support. Her movement forces my erect member between the cheeks of her butt. She senses this and begins to move her hips against me delightfully. While I continue my exploration of the delectable breasts I cannot keep my lips from caressing her cheek, ear, neck and shoulders. I release her breasts and my hands rise to her shoulders to turn her to face me. Her moan of despair is replaced by a grin of contentment when my hands once again find her breasts. That grin becomes an open-mouthed groan as my mouth closes over one of her engorged and distended nipples and assaults it with my lips, tongue, and teeth. Its twin receives the same sensuous treatment. While I continue paying homage to her breasts, one hand descends to her silky thighs and caresses upwards until it cups her womanhood and begins to massage her mons in the same rhythm as my mouth's assault on her breast. Her hips begin to respond to my rhythm and increase the stimulation of my hand, and her hands come to hold my mouth to her nipple. Her breathing increases to open-mouthed gasps for air and moans and grunts escape her lips in time with our mutual rhythm. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhh.Brad I'm going to come. Ughnnnn." Katrina throws her head back with her mouth open and groans into the orgasm that we are producing for her My manipulations of her body slow as she calms down. I can feel aftershocks of her climax as they shudder through her tender form in my arms. We enfold one another in an embrace and her mouth finds mine as her arms wrap around my neck almost in desperation seeking more sensations for her aroused body. Our mouths are ravenous for each other. The kiss and embrace seem to continue for minutes as our tongues and mouths meld in an erotic dance of hedonistic pleasure. When the kiss ends I disengage myself from the embrace and step back facing her. She is flushed with arousal her skin is pink from her head all the way to her delightfully aroused nipples. Her breath still comes in pants and her chest rises and falls pleasantly as she stands before me. I hold her gaze as I ask; "Would you remove my underwear please?" She closes the space between us and asks, "Can I touch you now too?" "I hope you will my lovely." Her hands come to the sides of my face and gently pull my mouth to hers for a soft but passionate kiss. Then her hands begin to trace my skin tenderly starting at my shoulders and slowly moving across my chest. Her palms scrape against my nipples and I give an involuntary grunt, and her attention is drawn to my nipples by my reaction. "I didn't know that a man's nipples reacted the same as a woman's," she states. "Oh, yes my dear, and quite delightfully too I might add." Then her attention is drawn to my abdomen and on to the waistband of my shorts. She keeps her hands flat against my skin as they move behind my waist and under the elastic and begin to push them down with her wrists while groping my butt in the process. Her palms are warm against my skin and send wonderful sensations through me. Her progress meets with resistance as the material is caught by my erection. When she realizes the problem she pulls the waistband out and passes it over my swollen penis. She drops to her knees to finish removing my shorts and the whole time her eyes do not leave my protruding member. She asks, "Can I touch it?" "Of course Katrina. It is begging to be touched right now." Hesitantly her hands reach up and softly touch the skin of my shaft. Her small hand wraps around its girth not quite making it all the way around. The other hand comes up to support the swollen glans and the sensation of her warm skin on mine is almost unbearable. She studies the object in her hands as if it is a laboratory specimen looking at it from all angles trying to memorize it. She speaks about it with awe in her voice. "It is so big, and soft and hard and warm all at the same time. Are you sure this big thing will fit inside me?" "Yes, I'm sure it will fit." "What's that fluid coming from the tip? Is that your come already?" "No darling," I groan, "that is called pre-come. It, along with your fluids, is a natural lubricant that helps reduce the friction of copulation." "Oh," she says. Her thumb smears some of the liquid and spreads it over my glans causing shivers to run up and down my spine. Another drop appears and this time she takes it on her thumb and the sucks her thumb between her lips and tastes the liquid. She removes her thumb and her face and mouth screw up as if tasting fine wine. "That tastes pretty good." She now proceeds to cover my glans with her lips and suck as much of the nectar from me as she can. This is all delightfully arousing, and I will teach her these pleasures, but tonight is her night. As much as I hate to stop her I reach for her arms and pull her upright. I ask her to sit on the edge of the bed and lie back, which she does. Then I kneel before her and take her knees in my hands. I gently spread her thighs until her vagina is presented to me. It is still slightly open from her earlier orgasm and moist pink flesh peeks at me. Slowly my hands caress her thighs from knee to groin and back again. I follow them with my lips the next time they move upward. Katrina's body trembles as the sensations I am causing rush through her. At the apex of her thighs I run my tongue along the folds where her thighs meet her groin on both sides. She moans, "Oh Brad, that feels wonderful. I don't think it can get any better." I smile to myself as I move to the bottom of her slit and lick very slowly from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue. A long ooh escapes her that gets louder as the lick continues and ascends to a loud guttural groan. This lick is repeated, and each time my tongue delves a little deeper between her outer lips. Finally I place my thumbs beside her lips and spread them so I can cover her inner lips with my mouth and insert my tongue. Her back arches off the bed and she screams at the sensation of my mouth on her most intimate parts. Juices begin to flow freely as my tongue lashes the inner walls as far as I can reach. She is sweet and flavorful to the taste, and I cannot get enough of her. Her hips begin to move against my face and her hands come to the back of my head to caress and keep me in place. I replace my tongue with my middle finger as my lips and tongue move to the apex of her inner lips. I find the nubbin of her clitoris and circle it with my tongue. "Aghh" she responds to my touch and the movement of her hips increases. Then I begin flicking her clit with my tongue as my finger moves in and out of her in the same rhythm. When I suck her clit between my lips and assault it with my tongue her inner muscles clamp on my finger and her thighs clamp around my head nearly smothering me in the fragrant and moist warmth of her womanhood. "Oh Brad. I'm going to come again. Yess, yess, yess. I'm there yess, don't stop pleassse don't stop. Ugh, ugh, ughnnnn. Her body is as tight as a bow, her head is thrashing from side to side and her back is once again off the bed as the wave of her orgasm crashes over her. I continue my ministrations and another wave of orgiastic pleasure bigger than the last one overcomes her. Her voice dies in her throat and she collapses on the bed limp as a wilted flower. I move beside her and caress her beautiful breasts, and kiss her lightly on the forehead eyes, cheeks and lips. Her chest and abdomen rise and fall as her lungs gasp for air. Slowly she begins to come to her senses. She turns her head to me and smiles. "Wow." She says and wraps herself around me. "Wow indeed my young temptress." "What happened," she asks between breaths. "You were so overcome with passion that you passed out on me." I explain. She hides her face in my neck and giggles. "I never knew it could be like this. My girlfriends don't have a clue. There is no comparison between what they know and this experience. The sensations just keep getting better and better. And just when I think it can't get any better it does, and it blows my mind." Her mouth ravishes mine and she tastes herself as we duel with our tongues. "I taste pretty good." "You taste like the sweetest ambrosia Katrina. Are you ready for the main event my sweet?" I ask against her damp hair. "You mean there's more," she asks incredulously? "What you have experienced so far have been the preliminaries. I have been trying to prepare you for that moment you most desire. Are you ready," I ask? "Yes, I'm ready. But I'm a little scared too." "Not to worry. We will take things slow and stop whenever you wish. I promise that you will enjoy this as much, if not more, than what we've done already." She pulls her head back and looks me in the eye as she says, "I know better than to say I don't know how it could be more. And yes I'm ready." With that she gently kisses me to seal her words. I roll her on her back and begin to prepare her for her deflowering. Once again slow and steady is the order of the hour. I take my time loving her breasts as I know they are sensitive and will help to get her to the level of arousal we need. At the same time my hands are caressing her everywhere I can reach. I move between her thighs again and finish the preparations with my mouth until she is flowing freely again and well on her way up the mountain of climax. I slide back up beside her and take her in my arms once again. Between kisses I tell her that for the actual deflowering it will be better for her if she is on top, and explain that this will allow her to control everything. We roll so that I am on my back with her lying full length on top of me. Her breasts are delightfully pressed to my chest, her quim is caressing my shaft and our thighs are pressed together. Our mouths lock in passionate splendor and my hands wander about her body. Caressing her back, squeezing and kneading her buttocks and stroking the tender backs of her thighs. As her arousal rises another notch I tell her to get up with her knees beside my hips. The vision of this glorious creature above me with her blond curls tousled from lovemaking, her breasts swaying with their turgid nipples and the look of wanton on her beautiful face takes my breath away. I instruct her to take my member in her hand and place the tip at her entrance then slide it in a little way. The sensation of her warm moist entrance enfolding the head of my shaft is utterly fantastic. I do not need to tell her to start rocking her hips gently as she has already begun and is attempting to take more of me inside her as she does. There are about 2 inches of me inside her when we meet resistance. She tries to force me past her hymen, but cries out in pain from the effort. I hold my arms for her and her upper body descends on mine and I comfort her until the pain subsides. Katrina In The Sun When her breathing steadies some I ask, "Feeling better now?" She nods and I begin to move my hips gently and my shaft begins to stroke into her entrance. I maintain a steady rhythm and she begins to match my movements with her own hips. She changes the angle slightly and creates better friction on her clit, and her pleasure level goes up like a Roman candle. She is soon panting and says, "Ohh that feels so good." Again she rises to sit above me across my hips. Her hips are moving with more and more force and I am going deeper and deeper with each thrust. She is panting with her effort and when she meets slight resistance she raises even higher and comes down with as much force as she can muster. I feel the resistance give way and then find myself completely imbedded within her. Her upper body returns to mine and she rests waiting for the pain to subside again. She pants, "OK." And like before I start moving my hips and slowly move in and out of her just a short distance to again stimulate her clit. Our hips begin to move in counterpoint to each other, and more and more of my erection slips in and out of her opening. As the stroke lengthens so does her pleasure level. I hear mmm's with every stroke and they are getting louder. Putting her hands to my shoulders she pushes herself erect again and begins to thrust her hips against mine grunting with each thrust. I cup a breast in each hand and begin tweaking her nipples in rhythm with our coupling. "Ughn, ughn, ughn. Oh this feels so wonderful. I feel like I am about to explode into a million pieces." She says. I am using every trick I know to keep from exploding before she does. Through gritted teeth I say, "Go for it girl. This is what you've been waiting for." I begin launching my hips off the bed as she begins her down strokes. Our pubic bones are colliding so forcefully her entire body shakes from it. "Oh, baby. I am almost there, yess, yess, yesssss, Aghhh, arghnnn ughnnnnnn, yesssss." Our bodies are slapping together as hers explodes in pleasure with her screaming at the ceiling her head thrown back in ecstasy. I feel my own explosion begin at the base of my spine and rush like a speeding locomotive through my groin and down my shaft to hose her insides with my seed. I have not come so forcefully or for so long in ages. It is so intense my toes are curling, and I join her in yelling my pleasure at the ceiling. We continue to thrash against each other for a while. When Katrina's peak has passed she collapses on me fighting to get her breath. I wrap my arms around her and caress her back, and I can feel the tremors of her orgasmic aftershocks coursing through her body. When they reach her womanhood they cause delightful stimulating ripples. At last she is able to speak and says, "Oh, double wow. That is the best yet. Ugh, I never knew that I could feel that good. It was awesome Brad. Thank you." "Thank you Katrina. It was as much my pleasure as yours, and I hate to tell you but it can be better." "My mind says no way, but my body is say yes, way. Are you going to be my teacher?" "That is up to you. It would be my pleasure to introduce you to the art of lovemaking. I had an older woman to teach me, and I would be honored to pass on what I know to you." "Brad, if it only gets better I am willing to learn. I don't know how I will survive, but I'm sure I will die happy trying." She collapses on my chest again and I continue to hold and caress her. The next sound I hear is light snoring, and soon my snore is playing harmony with hers. A short time later I awaken to the delightful sensation of a beautiful love goddess asleep on my body. I look at the clock and see that it is only 11 PM. We have been asleep about 15 minutes. Very gently, so as not to awaken my sleeping beauty, I slide from beneath her. She momentarily reaches to where I had been and then curls into a fetal position and continues in slumber. I head for the bathroom and the shower. When I'm finished I clean the tub and then fill it with warm water and add bath salts. I return to the bedroom and gently pick up Katrina from the bed. She stirs awake as I carry her to the bathroom. She asks where we are going and I explain that I am going to help ease the discomfort she will feel in the morning. I carefully lower her into the warm bath and loosely pin up her hair. Her body then sinks into the warm soothing water until only her head and the tips of her nipples are seen above the surface. I tell her to just sit there for a few minutes and I will return to bathe her. I return to the bedroom once again and change the linen on the bed. Crisp clean ones replace the sodden sheets. Once I am satisfied I proceed to my next delicate chore. I kneel next to the tub and ask Katrina to sit up. I proceed to bathe her from head to toe, a delightful task to say the least, but it is accomplished without lust. When finished I help her to stand and exit the tub. A soft fluffy towel dries her tender form and I carry her back to bed. Once I am next to her I spoon myself to her back and enfold her in my arms. Her hand reaches between us and moves my half-hard penis into the cleft of her buttocks. She then snuggles back against me and sighs softly before she drifts back to sleep. I follow her into dreamland relishing the feel of a warm naked body next to me in bed again, and thinking of all the pleasures we will share as she learns the wonders of lovemaking. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Please vote if you feel compelled as that is the only an author can judge if he is doing things right.