could feel her erect nipples through the material of the dress she was wearing, and softly ran my thumbs across them, causing her to release a soft moan of pleasure. She turned her head toward me, and I tilted mine down so the two of us could kiss. As our lips touched, I began to softly caress the obvious signs of her womanhood even as her lips parted in invitation. In just a few moments, our tongues were introducing themselves to each other, and I could feel her breathing quicken as her arousal started to grow.
When our lips parted again, I slowly slid my hands off her breasts and around to her back where I reached for the zipper that held her dress closed. She tilted her head forward to make it easier for me and then raised it again when I started to carefully lower the tab and began to undress her. In just a few moments, her dress was a puddle of cloth around her feet and she stood in front of me dressed only in a matching bra and panty set – neither of them consisting of much more than half an ounce of material. I couldn't see any kind of fastener at the back of the bra, and reached around her, finding it in the front, between the cups of her bra. It was only a moment's effort to unhook it, feeling it separate and pull away from the tawny orbs of her breasts.
The first touch of my hands on her bare skin brought another soft moan from her, and her hands covered mine, holding my hands where they were. Each of her breasts filled my hand without overflowing, and each was warm and firm under my touch. Between my first and middle fingers, I could feel her small, hard nipples; I gently slid my fingers back and forth, rolling her nipples between them and getting a small gasp from her at the sensation.
I continued to hold her for a couple of minutes, her hands on top of mine. Only when I lowered my head to softly kiss her shoulder did she let her hands drop, freeing me to go on.
I slid my hands down her smooth, trim belly, then around to her hips. Slipping my fingers under the waistband of her panties, I pivoted my hands around so that I was cupping her delightfully firm and curved ass before I began to slide them off her hips. As I got them lower and lower on her legs, I knelt down until they had joined her dress on the floor, where she stepped out of them.
Standing again, I slipped her bra off her shoulders and then down her arms, leaving her naked.
I took her into my arms again, letting my hands wander the front of her body as she turned her head so we could kiss again. When one hand brushed across the soft thicket of her pubic thatch, her only response was a small shiver and soft moan into my mouth.
When our kiss ended, she turned to face me – and I could see that she stood in front of me completely without fear or embarrassment. The only emotion she held was in her eyes, where I could see a mixture of love, and desire.
I took a step back, and began to undress myself. She watched me, waiting patiently, until I was as nude as she; only then did she step forward to wrap her arms around me and pull us close. As I softly stroked her back, I could feel the hard points of her breasts pressing into my lower chest, and the softness of her pubic hair against my leg; and I knew that she could feel my semi-erect penis pressing against her abdomen.
She finally released me, and I tilted her head up so that we could kiss – first gently and lovingly, then as the kiss continued, passionately.
Our kiss ended, and she looked up at me with complete trust and love. In her eyes, I could see more than a trace of smoky lust, and knew that she was ready for us to begin.
I guided us over to her bed, where she willingly moved to lie down, stretching out so that I had a clear view of her from head to toe. Looking down at her, I told her 'Mahal kita, Marilyn', making her smile before she answered 'And I love you, too, Dan.'
Moving to lie next to her on my side, I put my hand on her belly. When she looked up at me, I told her 'Marilyn, this is your time. I will be as gentle with you as I know how. But if I do anything that you don't like, or that hurts you, you must tell me. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you, or make you unhappy.'
She smiled at me radiantly, and answered 'I know that, Tito Dan. I know you won't hurt me, and I want to know everything that you want to teach me about making love. Maybe, when it is time, I will feel a little bit of pain. If that happens, then I know that the pain will be as small as we can make it; and I will be happy to feel it because I will know then that you love me, and have made me a woman. And when the pain is gone, I will be free to know the happiness of making love with you.'
After hearing that, there was nothing more for me to say or do – except kiss her.
My lips first touched her on her cute little button nose, surprising her. Next was her forehead, then her chin. Her eyes were next, and back to her nose. Only then did our lips touch again – softly, gently, and lovingly.
As our kisses continued, I slowly drew my hand upward from where it was laying on her belly until I was able to cup one of her breasts in it. She responded by pressing it into my hand in encouragement. I gently squeezed, feeling how firm and warm her breast was in my hand, marveling at its smoothness before moving on the check out its mate. Next, I began caressing them, drawing my fingers from where they joined her body, toward her small, dark nipples. Under my touch, I could feel her areolas becoming tight and puckered as her nipples got harder and longer. In just a couple of minutes, she was writhing under my touch, softly moaning her increasing arousal.
When I had both of her breasts at the peak of arousal (no pun intended), I began to move my hand lower and lower on her body, trying to memorize the feel of her smooth, soft skin as I went along.
When my touch finally reached her pubic hair, she surprised me by spreading her thighs in open invitation to explore further. I did, and as the investigation continued, found that though small and somewhat sparse, her pubic hair was luxuriously soft. Further down, I found the small nubbin of her clitoris – eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her when I contacted it. Still farther, I came across her labia; thin, and slick with her arousal, they guided my fingers to the woman's treasure between her legs.
The first pass of my fingertip between Marilyn's vaginal lips resulted in her moaning as she arched her back, as though trying to draw my finger deeper inside her slick channel.
Even when I dipped my fingertip between her labia and gently pressed against her opening, Marilyn didn't flinch or falter; if anything, she made it abundantly clear that she trusted me to do nothing to hurt her – and that what I was doing pleased her.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer: the next time our lips parted, I took the opportunity to begin kissing other places on her body – starting with her cute, shell-like ears, and moving on to include her neck, shoulders, throat, and point south.
I delayed several minutes at her breasts, licking them and softly sucking and biting her nipples – something that aroused her tremendously. When both were dark little volcanoes, glistening with my saliva, I resumed my journey down her body, kissing every square inch of her flawless skin. Gradually, I moved closer and closer to the source of the delectable aroma of her womanhood. When I finally moved between her legs so that I could tend to the delicate folds of her labia, she eagerly spread her legs to make room for me, and bent them so I would have easier access to the core of her womanhood.
The sight I was greeted with was one I will always treasure: among the dark wisps of her pubic hair, the cleft of her sex was clearly visible; and within it, her vaginal lips were extended with the area between shiny with her oils.
At the top, her clitoris had thrown back its hood, exposed to my gaze, waiting for my tender ministrations. Below, the opening to her vagina was clearly visible, dark with her arousal and clearly inviting my attentions.
I looked into her eyes, and saw that she was not only willing, but eager for me to do with her what I wanted – and what I wanted more than anything else was to taste her.
Lowering my head, I extended my tongue and drew it up between the folds of her labia, collecting a goodly amount of her precious nectar – and delighted by the taste of her. Fresh, musky, yet somehow sweet, her oils were a delight to my taste buds. I happily did it again, accompanied by a groan of pleasure from her when I extended my efforts to include brushing the tip of my tongue across her pea-sized clitoris. Again and again I licked her opening, savoring the sweet taste of her until I had exhausted the readily available supply.
Only then did I change over to taking her labia between my lips and sucking on them briefly before giving the nubbin of her clitoris my full attention.
Taking it between my lips, I gently sucked on it, bringing a series of low moans from her; then I began fluttering my tongue across it, something that earned me a deep groan of pleasure and arousal as she lifted her hips in encouragement to continue what I was doing – as if I needed it!
Slowly, gently, and carefully I applied myself to stimulating her.
It was only a matter of a very few minutes before she was gasping and groaning her pleasure as I twirled my tongue around her clitoris. Another minute more as I softly caressed it with my tongue, and she was muttering
