When I woke up, somehow my hand was not only on her breast, my thumb was on her nipple and moving slightly even as I came to consciousness. Her nipple was as hard as my penis was as it pressed against her ass. Her tee had ridden up during the night, and my bare legs could feel the skin of her ass. I wasn’t sure if she wore no panties or just skimpy ones, and was afraid to check.
She was moaning as my thumb stroked her nipple, but as soon as I realized what I was doing with my thumb, I stopped. She turned over to face me. I heard a sigh before she spoke.
“You don’t have to stop. That felt wonderful.”
“I’m sorry. I was asleep and didn’t realize what I was doing.”
“I don’t mind. I liked it. Didn’t you like it?”
“I did like it, but I shouldn’t be touching you that way.”
“I’m starting to understand why women like sex so much.”
“Tracy, I’m not only old enough to be your father, I’m probably older than your father.”
“You probably are, but does love know an age?”
“Is it love, or just mutual lust?”
“What’s the difference?”
“Time, and time isn’t on my side. In twenty five years I’ll be a geezer, and you’ll still be a beautiful woman. Do you want to spend the best years of your life caring for an old man?”
“A little early to worry about that isn’t it?”
“And what happens when you meet a sexy man your own age?”
“I’d have to tell him I was taken.”
“And your birth control won’t be working right for days yet.”
“You don’t want to make a baby?”
“Certainly not yet. You need the chance to live and have some fun before you have to worry about taking care of a child.”
“There are other things we could do.”
“Let’s wait. You’ve only known me for thirty six hours. Don’t you think we should get to know each other better before we go there?”
“Most guys don’t care about that.”
“And you know I’m not most guys. A couple of months down the road we may realize this isn’t what we both want.”
“We can wait. I wanted you to have that option though. And I know you bought condoms, so we wouldn’t have to make any babies yet.”
“We need to wait.”
“We’ll wait, but I did like what you were doing to my titty.”
“You seem to have very nice ones.”
“And they’ve taken a liking to you.”
“We’ll temper that liking – at least for a while.”
“As long as you give me a nice kiss.”
“I’d enjoy that.”
She rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me to kiss. I could feel her hard nipples through her tee, rubbing against my chest. We began to kiss – not some quick peck, but rather it got pretty intense pretty quickly. Almost against my will, I started to put a little tongue into it – not deep in her mouth, just skirting over her lips. She did the same.
At first, I just put my arms around her, then as we kissed, I began to move my hands up and down her back, mostly just the upper back. Tracy didn’t seem inclined to break the kiss and my hands seemed to have minds of their own. One hand was on her upper back as the other one slid down first over her lower back, then further down over her ass.
Her tee was still ridden up and I quickly realized that she indeed had no panties on, as my hand strayed down over her bare ass. Tracy moaned, kissed me harder, and began moving her hips around as my hand explored her ass. Any rational thought process seemed to have gone out the window as I stroked and squeezed her bottom.
She spread her legs and began pumping her hips back and forth. I could feel wetness from her pussy on my jockey shorts. My hand that was on her ass was starting to slide between her legs and I was moments away from touching her pussy from behind. I was on the edge of losing whatever reservations I had about fucking this girl, when my logical mind clicked back on.
“My God, Tracy. This is going farther than I think we intended to go.”
“It felt so good, I didn’t want to stop, and I owe you so much.”
“Let’s stop before we do something we’ll both regret.”
“Are you sure we’ll regret it?”
“No, but we need to be more sure that this is what we both want.”
“You’re not sure you want this?”
“I do want it, but I’m not sure either of us should want it.”
Tracy rolled off me and got out of bed. Her tee was bunched up around her waist and she didn’t seem inclined to pull it down. She had a little pussy that was peeking out of a tuft of brown hair between her legs. At that moment I craved her more than I’d craved anything or anyone in years – maybe ever. She lifted slightly on the bottom of her tee and for an instant I thought she was going to take it off.
Instead she unbunched the tee and pulled it down over her pussy and her cute little ass. She looked at me and her eyes had some strange mixture of relief and disappointment. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before turning and walking out of the bedroom. I sat up to watch her go, and as she reached the door, she turned, gave me an enigmatic little smile and exited.
I slumped back onto the bed and tried to breathe normally. My dick was threatening to tear it way out of my underwear. I lay there craving the woman, the body, who had just walked out of my room. I wanted first to touch her, to caress that body, to play with those boobs, to fuck that pussy, or at the very least to stroke myself to orgasm.
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