I wouldn't have done anything to rush her, anyway; but two things were always in my mind. First, I had some understanding of the culture she came from: this kind of sexuality was a very delicate subject. Second, she was a thirty-plus virgin; whatever had kept her from doing all this before, or even having orgasms, was something that only she could turn loose of – and even then, I knew it would happen slowly.
Several more times, we kissed – and each time, she was able and willing to get more involved in it, and release a little more of the passion I could sense in her. But I was always careful not to push her; I responded to each of her advances with only as much intimacy and passion as she showed.
It was when I finally felt her tongue hesitantly touch my lips, and I responded in kind by opening my mouth to her, that she finally loosened her hold on the desire she felt inside. Even as our tongues were dueling, I felt her take my hand to put it on her breast again. I held it there for only a couple of seconds before her hand squeezed mine, inviting me to explore those delightful symbols of her femininity.
In only a few seconds, I could hear as her breathing increased, and the passion with which she was kissing me intensified. I matched her oral passions with my own, and continued letting my hand take the measure of her bosom. Even through her bra and dress, I could feel her nipples harden under my touch.
When our kiss finally broke, she was panting slightly; I could see the desire in her eyes as she looked at me. When her breathing slowed a bit, she removed my hand from her breast – but only so she could stand up in front of me and say 'I… I want to feel your hands on me.'
I simply smiled, and said 'I would like that, too.' – and watched as she slowly, deliberately went about taking her clothes off in front of me.
She didn't do it as anything like a striptease; rather, it was more like she was doing it just as she would any other time – but doing it this time for me. Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and erotic: she was deliberately choosing to share what was – for her – a very personal and private activity.
As I sat there, not moving, she stayed in clear view to me – neither trying to hide, nor show, any particular part of her body; she didn't turn toward me, and she didn't turn away. First to hit the floor was her dress, leaving her standing there dressed only in a soft cotton bra and panty set. Next were the stockings she was wearing – her legs were smooth enough, and the stockings fit well enough, that she didn't need anything like a garter belt to hold them up. She then reached between her breasts to unhook the bra before removing it and letting it drop on the small pile of her other clothes. As she moved, I could see the faint swaying of her breasts; her nipples again hardened under the ever-so-slight breeze caused by her movement. Last were her panties – small and high-cut, they barely covered her pubis and very little of her small, curved ass. She bent over to slide them down her legs. As she stepped out of them, her legs lifted high enough for me to see that her vaginal lips were extended and slightly parted.
When she stood erect in front of me again, I couldn't help noticing that the hood of her clitoris was peeking out at me from the cleft of her sex.
I moved my eyes to her face, where I saw that she was looking at me with a mixture of desire, invitation, and fear. I let her see as I let my eyes wander across her curved form – slender, muscular legs; nicely curved hips; trim waist; smooth, firm belly; full bust; and a graceful neck. Her skin was clear and smooth; the only hair on her was a small, sparse patch on her mons, and the short, straight style on her head.
When I met her eyes again, I could only smile and tell her 'Isang malaking maganda Filipina!' (One big/very beautiful Filipina) with all the sincerity I could muster.
Reassured that I found her attractive (!), I saw the fear disappear from her eyes – which left only the desire and invitation. As much as I wanted to pull her to me, I waited for her to move, instead. And after a few seconds, she did – to stand between my legs, leaving her breasts in front of me in open invitation.
She didn't move as I reached out to put my hands on her hips, and willingly moved with me as I pulled her closer so I could fasten my lips around the dark brown tip of her breast. I heard her breath catch in her throat when I first licked, then started sucking on it. I could feel it responding in my mouth; the areola puckering as her nipple got longer and firmer under my tongue. After a minute, I started to slowly move my hands on her; she didn't object, and it wasn't long before I was memorizing her body as a blind person would – solely through my sense of touch. From her knees to her shoulders, she willingly let my hands wander her body as I continued to nurse first at one breast, then the other.
After only a couple of minutes, I could easily identify the smell of her arousal – musky, yet somehow sweet and spicy as well. While I let my lips and tongue and mouth wander randomly across the flesh of her breasts, I let one of my hands drift between her legs, tracing the inside of her thigh. Lightly, almost casually, I let my hand brush against her mons, and felt the light touch of her vaginal lips. Even when she felt my touch there, she did not move, except to put her hands in my hair and hold my head to her breast as she panted her increasing excitement.
A few more minutes of that, and I could feel her starting to get a little unsteady on her feet. I slowed, and finally stopped, what I was doing – accompanied by a small moan of frustration/disappointment. When she looked down at me, I simply told her 'Why don't you sit down, before you fall down? Then you can watch while I take my clothes off, too.'
It took her only a second to agree; and she didn't have the slightest objection or reluctance about letting me help her. She did opt to lie down, though – on her side, so she could still watch as I undressed.
I took my clothes off the same way for her as she had for me – as though I was doing it alone; and as she had, I kept myself where she could see me, but didn't do anything to show or hide any particular part of my body. The only difference, really, was that I heard her gasp slightly when I pulled my shorts down, revealing my semi-erect penis. She'd seen it before, of course – but under considerably different circumstances.
When all I was wearing was a smile, I stood again to let Marlyn have her turn at looking me over.
She seemed to give me the same careful examination she'd gotten from me – and seemed just as pleased with what she saw. From the expression on her face, I wasn't surprised when she took my hand, and guided me to lie on my back next to her.
She tentatively reached out to put her hand on my chest, letting her fingertips drift through my sparse chest hair. She was surprised when I took her hand; but smiled at me when I kissed the palm of it, and put it back on my chest.
I made no move to touch her as she moved her hand around my body – testing the firmness of my muscles, the texture of my skin, curious and amused at the fine hair she found on my arms and legs. A couple of times, she started toward my penis, but moved away again. I felt her start to reach for it again, and I told her 'Marlyn, its okay. You can touch me, if you want.'
She blushed slightly, but finally let her hand come in contact with my penis. When I didn't do anything, she let herself take hold of it, lifting it up to feel it's weight and size. Her curiosity finally got the better of her, and she raised up to move her head closer, examining it closely as she moved it in different ways, and even pulled the foreskin back to examine the head. I grew slightly with her manipulation, and she felt me get larger in her hand – but when I didn't make any other movement, she knew that she could continue for as long as she wanted.
When she was finally satisfied with her examination, she lay back down again, on her back. I turned onto my side and lowered my head to kiss her – moving slowly so she would know that I still wasn't any kind of threat to her, even though we were both nude.
With only a couple of kisses, her passion and desire reached their previous levels – and as our kisses continued, exceeded them. I put my hand on her breast again, and softly ran my thumb across its nipple; she released a soft moan into my mouth, where our tongues were dancing.
We continued kissing for the next several minutes; as we did, I continued to gently squeeze her breasts and run my fingers across her nipples, feeling them erect and lengthen under my touch. Marlyn's desire and arousal increased with each moment, and it didn't take her long to let her hand drift to my penis again, where she started caressing and gently pulling on it. From the expression on her face, she was delighted to feel me growing in her hand in response.
When I was nearly completely erect, I started letting my hand drift lower and lower on her body. She didn't seem to have any reaction to what I was doing, until she felt my touch on her mons. At that contact, she broke our kiss to look up at me in concern; I smiled, and told her 'Its okay. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you.'
She didn't seem entirely sure about that, but when I just held my hand still, she seemed to decide to let it go, and closed her eyes for me to kiss her again. I did, and continued to let my hand rest on her as I waited for her to relax again – I could feel that she was slightly tense. When I didn't do anything to 'push' her, she finally accepted that I wasn't going to move any faster than she was comfortable with.
And with that acceptance, she finally let herself relax under my touch.
