too.” Her heart was pounding and her knees were weak. Cecile hadn’t been this nervous since she was sent to the office in fifth grade for passing a note to Tommy Walker.
Bobby turned down the covers on the bed, and turned to her. “Come here, baby.” She walked to him slowly, knowing that this was a huge step for her. He had no idea how hard this was for her. But – Lord in Heaven – she wanted him. Her hands were literally itching to touch him. She had never seen a more beautiful man. And the possibility that he wanted her was almost more than she could comprehend.
As she walked up to him, she untied the straps of her sundress. It wouldn’t take much to shed it – and she was glad. She was much too nervous to have to think about performing a sensual strip-tease. As if she could. All she wanted was to not make a fool of herself, and ‘please Lord’, she prayed – ‘please let me be sexy enough for him to be able to make love to me’. Was that too much to ask? If he couldn’t, she would never, ever put herself in a position like this again. Dang! Now, she was even more nervous. Pressure! “Shall we turn off the lights – or light a few candles?”
Bobby drank in her beauty. It amazed him that she didn’t have a clue how fuckin ’ gorgeous she was. He was swelled so big that it felt like he had a baseball bat down his pants. “No, I want to be able to see every glorious inch of you.” He walked right up to her, and took hold of the neckline of her dress and began to peel it down. Inch by inch, he unveiled those glorious breasts that had fueled his fantasies for weeks.
“God Almighty!” Her sundress had a built-in shelf bra, so when he pulled it down – there they were. He did the only thing that he could think of – he went to his knees. “Oh, Ceelee – sweetheart – you are exquisite.” Placing a hand on the outside of each breast, he pushed them together – oh, so gently. “I can’t wait. I’ve dreamed about this moment.”
Cecile thought she would sink to the ground – melt into a puddle – evaporate into a mist of ecstasy. Her hands came up to cradle his head – backed off and then – finally settled on his soft hair. He had buried his face in her cleavage and he was kissing first the side of one breast and then the other. She shivered with excitement, and when he started rubbing her nipples, a whimper of delight escaped her lips.
"Sit down here on the bed, baby. Let me make you happy."
When he palmed her aerolas and began massaging them, Cecile felt an unaccustomed wetness grow between her thighs. "That feels incredible, Bobby."
Bobby looked up at her, tenderly. "I've always liked to suck on candy – lemon drops, peppermint, jelly beans – but these little nipples look like they'll become my favorite. Hold on baby – this is going to make you cream." Still holding one nipple between his fingers, he bent his head to take the other in his mouth. First, he swirled his tongue around it – making it distend, seeking solace.
Cecile felt her toes curl, readying herself for untold ecstasy. She was enchanted by the loon on his face as he worked at her breast. He was actually enjoying it – maybe she wasn't a lost cause. Kneading the back of his head, she watched intently as he opened his mouth wider and engulfed her entire areola in his mouth. "Oh, yes!" she couldn't help but exclaim. The drawing of his lips, and the suction that he was applying winged its way from the tip of her nipple all the way to her womb. As he set a mind-blowing rhythm of sucking one nipple and tweaking the other – Cecile moaned in utter abandon. "God – this feels so good!"
Bobby chuckled; her sweet murmurings were music to his ears. Making another person feel good had never meant so much. "Stand up sugar – let's get you out of this dress. I want to see the rest of your beautiful
Bobby turned down the covers on the bed, and turned to her. “Come here, baby.” She walked to him slowly, knowing that this was a huge step for her. He had no idea how hard this was for her. But – Lord in Heaven – she wanted him. Her hands were literally itching to touch him. She had never seen a more beautiful man. And the possibility that he wanted her was almost more than she could comprehend.
As she walked up to him, she untied the straps of her sundress. It wouldn’t take much to shed it – and she was glad. She was much too nervous to have to think about performing a sensual strip-tease. As if she could. All she wanted was to not make a fool of herself, and ‘please Lord’, she prayed – ‘please let me be sexy enough for him to be able to make love to me’. Was that too much to ask? If he couldn’t, she would never, ever put herself in a position like this again. Dang! Now, she was even more nervous. Pressure! “Shall we turn off the lights – or light a few candles?”
Bobby drank in her beauty. It amazed him that she didn’t have a clue how fuckin ’ gorgeous she was. He was swelled so big that it felt like he had a baseball bat down his pants. “No, I want to be able to see every glorious inch of you.” He walked right up to her, and took hold of the neckline of her dress and began to peel it down. Inch by inch, he unveiled those glorious breasts that had fueled his fantasies for weeks.
“God Almighty!” Her sundress had a built-in shelf bra, so when he pulled it down – there they were. He did the only thing that he could think of – he went to his knees. “Oh, Ceelee – sweetheart – you are exquisite.” Placing a hand on the outside of each breast, he pushed them together – oh, so gently. “I can’t wait. I’ve dreamed about this moment.”
Cecile thought she would sink to the ground – melt into a puddle – evaporate into a mist of ecstasy. Her hands came up to cradle his head – backed off and then – finally settled on his soft hair. He had buried his face in her cleavage and he was kissing first the side of one breast and then the other. She shivered with excitement, and when he started rubbing her nipples, a whimper of delight escaped her lips.
"Sit down here on the bed, baby. Let me make you happy."
When he palmed her aerolas and began massaging them, Cecile felt an unaccustomed wetness grow between her thighs. "That feels incredible, Bobby."
Bobby looked up at her, tenderly. "I've always liked to suck on candy – lemon drops, peppermint, jelly beans – but these little nipples look like they'll become my favorite. Hold on baby – this is going to make you cream." Still holding one nipple between his fingers, he bent his head to take the other in his mouth. First, he swirled his tongue around it – making it distend, seeking solace.
Cecile felt her toes curl, readying herself for untold ecstasy. She was enchanted by the loon on his face as he worked at her breast. He was actually enjoying it – maybe she wasn't a lost cause. Kneading the back of his head, she watched intently as he opened his mouth wider and engulfed her entire areola in his mouth. "Oh, yes!" she couldn't help but exclaim. The drawing of his lips, and the suction that he was applying winged its way from the tip of her nipple all the way to her womb. As he set a mind-blowing rhythm of sucking one nipple and tweaking the other – Cecile moaned in utter abandon. "God – this feels so good!"
Bobby chuckled; her sweet murmurings were music to his ears. Making another person feel good had never meant so much. "Stand up sugar – let's get you out of this dress. I want to see the rest of your beautiful
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