She stretched up, slowly, showing off her smooth and tight curvature, her small but inviting breasts with a hint of those perfect nipples.She stretched up, slowly, showing off her smooth and tight curvature, her small but inviting breasts with a hint of those perfect nipples... and maroon silk panties cut high over her hips, but tight into her crotch, showing just a little bit of creasing at the base of her V; I was staring at her lips and I wanted them so badly. She must have shaved for a bikini; I saw no stray hair, thank GOD. I love a trimmed bush. We had had so few words; I wondered if I should begin to say something, after all, she would/could never forget this experience (not that it was any different for me). Would that make her feel any better or more comfortable? "I need to say a few things to you, Angel..." She made no move or motion to stop me. She just stood there, in all her glory, arms stretched above her head and resting on the top loft floor. And she smiled. "Yes, Phil?" "I've been thinking all week about you. I've been thinking all day about you, and you're all that matters right now. I can't think of anything but this. I might have pushed harder if things were different, but I really want this to be a very special experience for you, and I don't want to rush it, or for you to think you're just getting it over with..." No response, just wide, beautiful eyes. "Would you like a massage? Would it help you relax?" "A massage would be wonderful, Phil. But, perhaps later. I don't think I can postpone what I've been dreaming about since I saw you on the beach a week and a half ago. I want you to make love to me. I'm a little... scared, I guess, but I'm ready. Just go slow and I know it'll be fine..." The words I was waiting for! I got up and walked over to her. |