I have a close family so for me it felt like crossing some line. But, it is a line that I would cross dozen times. It is a line that I am still crossing to this day. We were both spending time in my sister's house on reprieve from our complicated and stressful personal lives. Aida was 22 and unable with post-college life. Her father was off in Jacksonville and she missed her brother and nephew so decided to devote time in the home. A way of leaning back in. I was 25 and had just ended a destructive two year long relationship.
We'd flirted at minutes earlier, but I mostly ignored her. She had been younger, less seasoned and emotionally a lot of classes behind. It felt wrong. It felt the same as a line.
I then crossed this.
Hyper-sexual was a means of describing us as people. Aida was bliss. She personified it. Each curve onto her body was supple and soft. However, she cut off sharp. That energy is real. You can't ignore it. Her heritage threatened most, as it seemed too effortless, too innate. At a culture absorbed with adapting she stood tall basking in her beauty; completely unafraid of it.
When she explained she'd 11 piercings. Whispered like a secret she could not keep to himself. We're on our way around one night, dedicated to escaping my sister's place for an evening. On the subway headed downtown, "11," she said, "I have 11 piercings."
I asked her at all. She increased her left ear, "Four" She turned her head left, "Three more here." She lifted her white tee shirt and then dangled the jewelry on her belly button "Number eight." She paused, but did not break her gaze.
I was so hard. Full, like I was edging for days. However, I had not. I just wished to know. I inquired, "And another three?"
She giggled. "Lock, '' I can't." After a couple of minutes of unbroken eye contact she grabbed my right hand and then rubbed it over her left areola leading me to her nipple "Nine."
I opened my hands and grasped her whole breast, leaned in and kissed her. She had been lust. However, I was in love.
I took her to beverages in a tequila bar near my location. They've mezcal which will alter your life. The type of place you can explore through taste for hours. We ordered two drinks and sat. She told me just how much regret she felt no more being in love with her ex. Her telephone rang. She looked at the caller ID and rolled her eyes. She lifted up her telephone and also showed me that her ex calling. She sent him to voicemail
. I got up a shot us another round. I turned about to bring back our drinks to the desk. But, she wasn't there. I looked left, then right to find that she had been seated on the adjacent sofa. She smiled knowingly. The potential disappointment of her departing was clearly palpable. I didn't care. I handed her a fresh drink and sat down to her right.
She adjusted her body to face me leaned in and as she sipped her drink she said, "You make me anxious." She smiled.
I looked again and asked her why that was. I asked her when she thought I "had her number."
She took my hands and placed it under her nipple. I sensed her wing shaped nipple piercing her breast. "Nearly..." as she explained, "One more to go."
We finally got back to my location. We agreed to sleep in exactly the same mattress for comfort. I gave her a tee-shirt from summer league a couple of decades back. Something that has been long so that she felt comfortable. The top was sleeveless. I thought she'd feel comfortable so long as she'd pliers and a bra underneath. She decided to wear neither.
We laid down together. This took us a minute to settle and become comfortable. We had been balancing a palpable sexual tension using an unwillingness to officially cross a line due to the complications of our intimate connection. Finally we got settled we moved from our backs into our sides and I kissed my arm on front of her torso and around her spine. Some time passed. I am unsure just how much precisely. In-between awareness and REM sleep we started grinding against you. Her cheeks were obviously spread by the weight of the dick. But, she escalated beyond that site
and had slowly and intentionally spread the lips of her pussy wider. In and out of consciousness, for a minute I felt that the weight of my bundle engulfed from the open, moist, warm lips of her pussy. And I gradually awoke.
I didn't have a condom on, however, I didn't care. We started to attach. As I started her wider I felt every pulse. She was different. She had been more than just new. We discussed an rhythm and not a beat transferred out of place.
Her first orgasm happened before we shifted positions. Her left nipple at my left hand; my best hand grasping her throat; I recall watching the veins on the base of my dick throb moving down the lips of her pussy fluttering outside then back with each contraction as she came. The inches that had not yet entered her were drenched from the cream of her pussy.
However that sin was a glare I had not seen previously.
She moved into my crotch, but I stopped her. It had been too swift. It felt like she was going there because she felt like she was supposed to. I just wanted her if she felt as if she had to. I didn't need her to move there unless she sensed that an unquenched desire to taste herself. I lifted her chin and then we left out. I got lost in the odor of her. My nose nuzzled in the rear of her throat I felt a drip on my thigh. She moved down quickly and deliberately with a desire that left no doubt as to her own purpose. She awakens every drop from me. Before swallowing, she glazed back onto up to me as she could fit inside her throat.
She moved back against the bed place, dipped her buttocks and spread her legs open wide. I scooped her body and slowly entered her till she squeezed my hands to stop. I slowly thrusted in and outside; subtly extending the depth until I felt my balls moist and dripping with all the cream from her pussy. She had been squirting, however, it was more like lava than a streak of plain water. I awakened my strokes until I was completely inside. I lifted her body so her ass was resting on my pelvis and I thrusted reduced till she became acquainted with the depth and then faster. She began to pant. I unloaded inside of her.
She said she had the best sex of her life through the night.