"This feels so strange," she said."This feels so strange," she said. She raised herself slightly. "Your beard...your strength...your hardness..." She rubbed her naked mound over the hardness in question. "And your clothes. Entirely too many clothes for this." She began unbuttoning my shirt. I ran my hands down her back and held her perfect little ass. Her eyes half-closed. "I like that," she murmured and resumed unbuttoning. She opened my shirt and ran her hand over my chest. "So big and strong here, but not too much hair." She sniffed. "Smell nice." "Won't get much farther than that the way you are." I said, reaching farther to caress the backs of her thighs, then run my fingertips up to measure her hips and finally hold her tiny waist. She smiled oddly and bent to lick my nipples, then lightly nipped the left one. "Hairy nipples, but I still like to do that...ooooo..." The "ooooo" was because I had begun to lightly caress the sides of her firm, large breasts. They were very sensitive, it seemed, and when I did it again, she began sucking my nipple and tonguing it. I lifted her off me and put her flat on the bed. She lay there with her legs slightly parted. I knelt and had stripped my around-the-house jeans in seconds. I usually skip underwear and socks when I'm just hanging out around the house, so Alicia, now flat on her back, was suddenly presented with a naked and obviously enthusiastic male. "So that's what it feels like," she breathed, raising one hand to touch my cock. At first, her fingers were tentative, then she squeezed my dick. She pulled on it and squeezed again. Her hand was small; she could barely touch thumb and forefinger. "It throbs with your heart and is so hard inside..." I watched her run her other hand low, to the sparsely furred place where her thighs met. She breathed shallow and fast when she worked a finger into her cunt. "Will it hurt me?" I shook my head. "Guaranteed not to hurt. |