Paid VacationChapter 4
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Stepping into the tub with me, David resumed washing me, concentrating on my legs. He worked his way up past my knees, heading for my crotch. His head moved as if to kiss me there, and I stopped him.
"No. Not yet. Just enjoy the tease, David. Enjoy the anticipation. When we're done in here... we'll go back to bed. I want you to explore my body. Get to know it. Every inch of it." He just nodded, and returned to his washing. Turning me around, David applied the washcloth to my buttocks, getting them soapy and then clean, using handfulls of water to wash the soap away. His hand, covered by the washcloth, glided between the cheeks of my ass, and I shivered at the intimate touch.
"Now you," I said, taking the washcloth from his hands. I started as his ankles and worked slowly upwards, letting David look at my body as I worked. My round, soft breasts bounced and swayed as I worked, and I couldn't help but rub my nipples against his hairy thighs. His cock was throbbing hard now, leaking precum, and I used the washcloth to clean his rod, stroking gently. His balls were next, and I made sure they were squeaky clean before moving to his chest. David's eyes were heavy and drooping with passion, and he was breathing heavily.
"I'm not sure I can wait," he said.
"You're going to have to. We're almost done." We finished up, and then stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and tossed it to him, grabbing one for myself and heading back into my bedroom. David followed, wrapping the towel around his waist.
He moved to intercept me, and I pushed him away.
"Sit on the bed and watch me," I said. He did as I asked, the towel still around his waist, as I sat at my vanity and dried my hair with the towel. I loved being naked in front of him, loved the way David's eyes crawled all over my body, taking in every detail.
"You are so gorgeous," he said in a strained voice, and I turned to see that he had loosened the towel, and was now slowly fisting his cock. I had always wanted to watch a man masturbate, and now I had my chance. Ted would never do it for me, telling me that jerking off was for fools that couldn't get laid, and *he*could always get laid.
"Do it for me, David. Jerk yourself off. I want to watch." He just grunted and sped his hand up, his mouth open, tongue peeking out. His cock was leaking steadily now, as he watched me watch him. I spread my legs and showed him my pussy.
"Just think about what it'll be like when you are inside me again, David. Think about how wonderful my pussy felt." David grunted and sped up again, his hand almost flying up and down his cock.
"I bet you jerked off a lot, didn't you David?" He just grunted and nodded. I lifted one of my breasts in my hand, teasing the nipple with my fingers. "Did you ever think about me? Ever think about kissing me, about sucking me, about making love to me when you did it?"
"Yeeeahh," David groaned, throwing his head back. "Wasn't it better when it was real, David? Wasn't sticking your virgin cock inside me better than imagining it?"
"Yes!" David screamed. "Oh Yes!"
"David!" I said. "Look at me!" I was frigging myself gently, and I wanted him to see me do it. My hands were in my twat, one finger in my hole, my thumb working my clit. David's eyes zoomed in on my pussy.
"I didn't think women... did that!" he grunted, standing to move closer to me.
"Oh, yes, David, we do. We think about sex just as much as men do. Maybe even more. Do you know what I'm thinking about right now?" He shook his head. "I'm thinking about how wonderful your cock feels inside me!" That was all it took. David grunted one final time and began spraying. Even from six feet away, I could see his spray arcing from his cockhead, falling in a pearly white shower to the carpet. He convulsed, jerking his cock off, watching me bring myself to climax with him.
David fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. I joined him, lying on top of his hard body. His maleness felt so good against my softness.
"Tell me something, David. Tell me something you've always wanted to do. Something you've always dreamed about." He looked at me and then kissed me softly. His smile was wide and genuine.
"I want to make love to your breasts with my dick. I want to titty-fuck you!" The words coming out of his mouth seemed so odd, but with the new sexual freedom David was discovering with my help, I knew that he was going to tell me the most intimate details of his sexual fantasies. And I wanted to help him act them all out.
Rolling onto my back, I grabbed my breasts. "These tits?" I asked, thumbing the nipples. "You want to fuck these titties? These here?"
"God, yes," David growled, rolling over on top of me. He put his still hard cock between my tits, and I pressed them together, trapping his cock in my satiny valley.
He started slowly stroking, his hands on my shoulders.
"Does it feel as good as you thought it would?" I teased.
"God, yes! Better!" I turned my head and sucked his thumb into my mouth, working it with my tongue. David gasped and his hands replaced mine on my tits, pressing them even tighter against his rod. This was a first for me, too. Ted had never... fuck Ted. I wasn't going to compare David to Ted anymore.
My hands were free now, and I placed them on David's butt, feeling the tight muscles flex every time he slid his cock between my breasts. At the top of the stroke, if I leaned down I could just lick the head as it popped out from between my tits.
"Oh God..." David said, thrusting harder, "This is so great, Ellen. I love this... I love you!" That brought me up a little short. In the heat of passion, I was sure that I would feel the same way. But in the bright rational sunlight of morning, I knew it was too soon to be talking about love.
David's pumping speeded up, and then he was cumming, showering my neck and chin with his goo. He shot four good streams, covering my skin with his creamy warmth. I took his cock into my saliva-filled mouth, wetly gliding his cock in and out of my face. I loved the taste of his meat in my mouth, and hope that he would let me suck his cock often.
Just then I began to understand the level of power and control I had over my young lover. David had learned a lot since last night, but he was far from an accomplished lover, and I was sure that his confidence level was still lagging. I wasn't sure how to correct this, and I also wasn't sure that I wanted to. His body felt so good, so... right, against mine that I knew I wasn't ready to have him go off and start chasing girls closer to his own age. I wanted David for myself, and my selfish feelings brought a blush of shame to my features. I popped David' cock out of my mouth, and he laid against me, buring his face into my neck.
David started kissing me, softly at first, and then with growing hunger and passion. I was secretly thrilled that he was still aroused and hungry, and languidly stretched, letting him do what he wanted to me. I wanted to see David discover my body and all the secrets and treasures it held. David kissed my neck and throat, working closer to my breasts. He licked all around my chest, between my tits, then went to work on my tits, playing like a little boy with a new toy. His fingers were eager and a little rough, and I cautioned him to take it easy.
Chastised, David's hands became gentle again, working my breasts softly. The fire in my loins was starting again, and I sighed, letting the passion grow inside me. David moved to my torso, lightly kissing and sucking my skin, tickling me with his tongue. He was straddling one of my legs, and I lifted it a little, feeling his amazingly- still-hard cock throbbing against my skin.
"Give it to me, David. Give me your cock..." I moaned, eager to feel him inside of me. David grabbed my waist and turned me over onto my stomach, lifting me as he did so. I ended up on my hands and knees, and smiled. Being someone's first and only sexual partner did have its advantages; I knew David had never done it this way, rear- entry, and I wondered if this was another one of his fantasies.
"C'mon, tiger, let me have it," I whined, wiggling my ass at him. David just grunted again, settling between my legs. His cock bounced off me a few times; he didn't know yet how to get himself seated. I reached between my legs and grabbed him, lining him up with my hole. David pushed, groaning as each fraction of an inch sank into my wet crevice. I groaned with him, moving back against him, enveloping him with my satiny walls.
"Slowly, lover. Slowly at first. Let me get used to you in there!" I said, starting to pump slowly with my hips. David put his hands on my hips and let me set the pace, eager just to feel me around him, sucking and milking at his meat.
"Talk to me, David. Tell me what you're feeling!"
"This is... incredible!" he gasped. "I never thought it would be like this. So many nights... spent wondering what it would be like to... oh God!... be with a wo... oh God!... with a woman. Ooof!" he said, burying the last inch of his meat inside me. His hands clutched at my hips, and I found it funny that each time I clasped my vaginal walls around David's penetrating member, his hands tightened on my hips in response. We set up a slow, passionate pace, David's thighs bouncing into my ass on each stroke, his scrotum slapping against my vagina. His hands found their way up to my hanging, swaying breasts, and he covered them, gently squeezing and stroking.
I was biting my bottom lip in pleasure, starting to climb the mountain. David speeded his actions up, and I knew that if we timed it right, we could come together.
"I need you to..." I moaned.
"What? What?" he gasped.
"Touch my clit. Help me cum with you!" One hand left a breast and wondered down to my slot. He fumbled around for a minute. I grabbed his wrist and directed him, and he found it, stroking it in soft circles with the pad of one finger. I clamped tight around him, and felt David bury himself again.
"Oh... oh..." he moaned. His face was at my neck, his mouth licking and sucking my skin. "Oh... oh... oh!" he said again, trying to hold back. "Let... me... know... when..." he moaned, trying his best.
"Almost... almost... now!" I screamed, and David convulsed, rearing back and grabbing my hips, spraying my insides with his sauce. I fell into a shattering orgasm, the room going gray around me, as David fell on top of me, crushing me against the bed. I groaned, all the breath out of me, and tried to push him off. The waves of climax were still spreading throughout my body, but I couldn't breath. David was passed out on top of me. I turned my head to the side and sucked in a pain-filled lungful of air. We were going to have to work on that, I thought. Can't have the poor boy killing me every time he does me like a dog! I smiled at my own little joke and managed to get into a barely comfortable position.
David and I slept, and sometime during the nap, I felt his cock slide out of me to slap wetly against my thigh.
David and I awoke around noon. He kissed me awake, and I knew that he was raring to go again. I opened my thighs, and he slid into me, both of us still lubricated from our early morning bout. He stared deeply into my eyes as we screwed.
"Tell me your fantasies," I whispered. "Tell me one that you've always wanted to live out."
He stroked me once, twice. "Twist your hips at the bottom of a stroke, David. Use your groin to stimulate my clit." He nodded and did it the next time, and I gasped, my legs closing around his lower back, hunching myself at him.
"Your fantasies," I reminded him.
"Later..." he gasped. "After... can't think now..." I grinned and let myself go, eager to have another climax in David's arms. I promised myself that I would fulfill one fantasy of his today, and one tomorrow. No matter what it was. No matter how depraved... well, I promised myself I'd think about it, at least. If it wasn't too kinky, I'd let him do it. Whatever it was.
David speeded up, and I decided that we were also going to have to work on endurance. It was nice that he could cum five and six times a day, but I liked longer, deeper lovemaking. Not the rapid-fire sex that David was capable of. But that was ok. I knew how to make it last. This last time, for him, I'd let him bang away to his hearts content.
Without having to be told this time, David's hand found it's way to my crotch and began working my button. The feelings were incredible as I looked up at him. His face had the same look as when he was working on a complicate program, and I had to stifle a laugh. I suppose that a woman's sexuality was the most complicated program there was, and it was never completely debugged!
We screwed on and on for about another ten minutes, and then I came, and shortly after, David did also, giving me another load of his delicious cream.
"Now then," I said, after he'd had a chance to catch his breath. "First things first. You," I said, poking him in the chest, "have to learn to last a little longer. We'll work on that. I understand that this is all new and wonderful for you, but I like it a little longer, kay?" He nodded, pleased that he would be 'able to work on it' with me.
"Second things second. Your fantasies, David. Tell me about them. Don't hold back."
He looked seepish. "I really don't have anything out of the ordinary. I mean nothing kinky or anything like that. "
"When you fantasized about having a girlfriend or a lover, what did you see yourself doing with them?" He was silent this time, thinking.
"Well... promise not to laugh?" I swore that I wouldn't. "Well," he started, "you may think this is a little juvinile, but whenver I think about being with a woman, it's usually romantic stuff. Having dinner, going to a movie, walking down the beach, stuff like that. Part of what makes the fantasy so good is that I know we're going to make love that night; there's no question. No worrying about wether or not I have to seduce her. That's my fantasy, having a regular lover and doing romantic things with her."
"What's the most romantic thing you can think of?" I asked. David looked deep into my eyes, and then smiled. "Wait here," he said, and got out of bed. I snuggled under the sheets, feeling the warm imprint of David's body on the bed and shivered. I had no idea what he was going to do, but I wanted him to do it, and do it with me.
Ten minutes later David came back, carrying a tray. I saw what was on it, and smiled. A man denied sex this long certainly had enough time to fantasize, and apparantly David had put the time to good use. On the tray were: A bowl of fresh strawberries (from my icebox, ) a bowl of ice-cream, a small bowl of chocolate sauce, and another bowl of honey.
"See," David said, putting it on the bed between us. "I thought about this one day after I read about tactile stimulation. I was working on what at the time was the cutting edge of virtual reality. You know, computer-enhanced reality?" I nodded, and he continued. "Tactile sensation was important. The user had to feel more than think, and we were studying the way people feel things. Hot and cold, smooth and creamy. I came up with this. The chocolate is warm... I heated it up in the microwave. The honey is room- temperature, and the ice-cream is cold. Three different sensations, three different tastes."
With that, David took a strawberry and dipped it in the honey. He lifted it above my head and let the honey drizzle off and onto my face before lowering the strawberry to my mouth. I sucked it in and bit down on it, slicing half of it off. David bent to my face and slowly, lovingly, cleaned the honey off of my nose and cheek. We kissed, gently, and he shared the honey with me as I sucked as his tongue. His hand vanished off to the side, and then he was back, this time with two strawberries. One had chocolate on it, the other, ice-cream.
David moved down and used the tips of the strawberries to circle my nipples. My right one got the ice- cream, the left the chocolate. The dichotomy of sensation, one nipple hot, the other cold, drove me insane with pleasure, and I arched my back, driving my tits towards the strawberries. David licked and sucked at my nipples, cleaning the gooey substances from my body.
"Forget the strawberries," I said. "Just use the gooey stuff. It feels so sexy on my body..."
"Why?" he asked. "I mean, I really want to know." He'd dipped his finger in the chocolate and was tracing warm brown lines on my shoulder and neck. As he bent down to lick it up, I thought about it. "Because it just feels sexy. Warm and wet and cold and moist... feels like cum, a little, and like my own sauce. Feels... slightly nasty, David, and sometimes the best sex feels that way... slightly naughty and nasty. You know you shouldn't do certain things, that society doesn't think it's right. But it feels good, and so you want to... oh, right there!... do it. Just do it, as the ad says!"
David took a small spoon full of honey and held it over my face, slowly turning it over so that it drizzled across the bridge of my nose and down each cheek. It felt like someone was cumming on my face, and although Ted had never done that... forget I mentioned that. No one had ever done that to me before, cum on my face, and I wondered if this was what it felt like.
David lowered his face to mine, and we kissed, our gooey faces sticking together. Slowly, with the patience of Job, he worked my face over, trying to get all the honey. Our kisses were sticky and gooey and it was driving me insane; all these sensations on my skin, hot and cold, and David's warm, slightly rough tongue cleaning me up. I wondered what other devlish fantasies he had in store for me... ones that we could discover together.
After my face was reasonably clear, David reached over and grabbed a warm washcloth he'd brought from the kitchen, finishing the job of cleaning my face. I smiled at his thoughtfullness, and watched in growing anticipation as he grabbed the bowl of ice-cream, and the bowl of warm chocolate sauce and scooted down my body.
My legs fell open of their own volition, and I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. David used his fingers first, lightly coating the inside of my thighs with the chocolate sauce. The heat was warm and wonderful, adding to the heat I already felt in that region. And then David thumbed a dallop of ice-cream into my pussy, and I convulsed in pleasure. It was so incredible, feeling that little ball of ice-cold cream in my slot. David's mouth covered my hole and he gently prodded the small ball of ice cream with his tongue, and then he sucked it out again, pushing it in once more. He repeated this, while a chocolate-covered finger worked over my clit.
I started leaking heavily, and David kept adding ice-cream to my hole until the entire area was a gooey mess. I came three times under his tutelage, grinding my chocolate-and-ice-cream-sloppy slot all over his face.
We ran to the shower to clean each other off, and then back to the bed. It was my turn, and I wanted to make David feel as special as he had made me. The chocolate was my favorite, and I liberally covered his cock and balls with it. It had cooled since we'd started, but that didn't matter. David lay on his back with his legs spread as I crouched between them, working my hot, slavering mouth up and down the length of his chocolate log.
"Is this what you fantasized about?" I asked. "Someone doing this to you?" He nodded. "How is it?"
"Better than I ever imagined, Ellen... oh my God... don't stop!" I'd moved my mouth to his scrotum and was cleaning the wrinkly sack of the chocolate, and I knew that David was going to shoot. So I backed off, letting him cool down.
"Tonight," I said, "We're going to go to dinner down by the bay. I'll wear my prettiest dress, just for you, David. We'll take a walk on the beach, then go have dinner. And when we go to your place after dinner, we will make love again. Nothing will stop me from doing that, David. Nothing. We're going to live out that fantasy tonight, David. Just you and me!"
David just grinned and gently guided my head back to his cock. It tasted so wonderful that I decided not to push the issue and to finish him off. David hunched several times against my face and emptied himself inside me, coating my mouth and throat with a beautiful mixture of chocolate and cum.
We arrived at Finnegan's just after seven. I had on a tight red dress that someone in my past had made me buy, only to tell me that I looked heavy in it. David wasn't looking at me like that, though, and he was equally handsome in the sport jacket and slacks he wore.
The waiter seated us at the best table in the house, and I knew that David had called ahead to reserve this just for us. I felt a tug inside my heart, and warned myself not to fall in love with this beautiful man-child.
Fairly a battalion of waiters fawned over us, and I knew David had set this up too. We enjoyed a wonderful meal, with sparkling conversation. David was well-read on a variety of subjects, and he was so interesting to talk to. I found myself getting drunk on the sound of his voice, and decided to have a little fun with him.
Kicking off one heel, I ran my instep up and down the back of David's calf. He was in the middle of some discourse about the Middle East, and stammered in mid- sentance as he felt my foot slowly ascend his leg. I rested it in his crotch and began teasing him through his slacks.
His face got very, very red, and I giggled into my wineglass.
"I never thought anyone could be so sexy..." he whispered to me across the table.
"Sexy? Or sex-crazy?" I teased back. David reached over and took my hand in his. "Sexy," he whispered. "Unbelievably, asbolutely sexy. I never thought it would be this... great."
I just smiled and continued to tease him. Dessert came, and I took the opportunity to remove my leg and replace my heel. David paid the bill with his credit card, and we walked out of the resturant and down to the beach. I took my heels off and we walked down the sand, hand in hand, looking at the moon on the water and hearing the soft sound of the waves lapping against the shore.
"Penny for your thoughts... ?" I ventured. David had been silent for the last ten minutes.
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