casting shadows off his body as he waved her off. His brawn bulged from his thin tee as he picked a piece of hay from the bale and chewed it casually. I imagined what he might look like once he went inside and disrobed for bed. The way his jeans hugged his body had my imagination racing out of control and my fingers working steadily to keep up.
I found a sensitive knob between my slit that created a warmer tingle than before. If I pressed it gently and rubbed in a circular motion I could make my knees buckle and my heart race. The warmth of my throbbing lips saturated my fingers as I rubbed harder and faster. Oh Andrew, I imagined, yes! I had never felt so naughty. I felt mischievous and deviant. My body was quivering under my touch as I pictured Andrew’s hands plunging into my panties and exploring the depths of my desires. The deeper I fell into my fantasy, the deeper inside he traveled, discovering a secret place inside me I never knew existed. Until…I moaned aloud and my fingers soaked with my own essence. I buckled over, trembling and exhausted as tiny aftershocks rocked my body. I had just pleasured myself for the first time.
Looking out to make sure no one caught me in the act with my hand deep inside my panties, I noticed Andrew was gone. Signing with relief and disappointment, I pulled up my jeans and climbed downstairs. I felt dirty. Naughty dirty. Aside from the sweat and dust from the day’s labor, I felt I needed t not only wash away the filth, but also my sins.
I walked out of the bathroom with a towel around my body and my hair dripping down my back. As I made a cup of tea to take upstairs with me, there was a knock on the door. Assuming it was Carly sneaking over after dad dozed off to tell me all about her goodnight kiss with Andrew, I opened the door.
“Howdy,” he said, with a devilish smile. It was Andrew.
“Uh, hi,” I hesitated, trying to cover my shoulders as my hair fell forward. It was clear I was uncomfortably exposed. “Carly’s not here.”
“I’m not looking for Carly,” he retorted quickly, pushing the door open and slipping inside. He closed the door quietly behind him and took off his hat, his sandy hair falling across his forehead.
I stood there in my towel, tiny beads of water dripping down my legs and from the ends of my hair. I was nervous, feeling insecure under his gaze. His piercing eyes looked me over with a stare that resembled a predator sizing up his prey. My breaths became shallow as my eyes wandered south again. Part of me was sizing him up as well. He caught me staring. I felt embarrassed and turned my head to blush.
Just as swiftly as I took my eyes off of him, he lunged toward me, pushing me against the wall. His fingers laced in mine, he forced my hands up and pressed his body against me hungrily. My towel loosened and unraveled. The only thing keeping it on was the resistance between our bodies. He moved in slowly, his breath warm against my neck and face. The air between our mouths was hot and moist, saturated with the carnal scent of passion.
“I saw you looking at me,” he whispered, sliding his tongue across my cheek.
I trembled, frightened, yet strangely turned on by his advances. “I…” I stuttered.
“Shhh,” he insisted. “This is what you wanted, right?”
I couldn’t deny it so I said nothing.
“Your sister is a good girl,” he began. “She wants to wait for marriage. But her little sister,” he continued, “is a naughty girl. I can see it in your eyes.” He kissed my neck feverishly, making a moist path of hungry nibbles upward until he met my mouth. “So, Kendall, what are you going to do about it?” he breathed across my quivering lips, waiting for my response.
I took a deep breath and hesitated. I was a good girl who wanted so desperately to be bad. Here he was, the object of my fingering desires, pressed against me, his manhood thrust hard into my thigh, my towel and his jeans the only thing standing between my fantasy and the loss of my virginity. It was too much and I briefly prayed my sister would never find out.
I pressed my lips firmly against his and devoured his mouth in a way I had only seen in the movies. His hands released their grip and snaked down to caress the curves of my body. His manly grip sunk deep into my hips and waist as he pulled me into him, thrusting himself forward and grinding his bulging hunger further into my thigh. Backed against the wall, I surrendered to his strength, allowing him to explore just how vulnerable I was to his charm.
My towel fell to the floor as I clutched the back of his neck and pulled him into our tangled kiss. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, entwining mine with hasty lust, gasping for breaths between our kisses. He pushed my wet hair away from my face, pulling it behind my back as his fingers clawed my arch on their way down to clench my ass. I lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
“This is bad,” I whispered between breaths.
“I know,” he groaned back, ripping his jeans open at the fly to release the pressure building under their restraint.
He took my hand and shoved it inside his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any boxers and my palm instantly met the tender, warm head of his eager manhood. He flinched under my touch and then thrust himself into my grip. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pulled him from his jeans. He wiggled his body from their hold around his hips and they dropped to his mid thigh. I anxiously stroked him, caressing every inch of his strength. He was everything I had imagined. His brawn was not only hidden beneath his shirt, but further south as well.
“Oh my God,” I moaned as I realized just how big he was.
His hand slipped between my thighs and pushed them apart, making room for his approach. He cupped my femininity, slyly slipping his middle finger between my precious lips to feel the wetness between them.
“You’re so wet,” he mumbled as he nibbled on my mouth. “I knew you were naughty.”
That warm tingle returned, seeping between my legs and up into my stomach. It was an equal mix of nervous anticipation and guilt. I wanted his so bad, but I was scared and timid. I had never been with a man before. The only thing that had ever penetrated my purity prior to this were my fingers just an hour before. My hormones were racing and my body was reacting to him in ways I didn’t know possible. My hips thrust toward him, my thighs spread and I wanted him to touch me. I couldn’t get close enough.
Panting with an unquenchable thirst for more, I let him slip his fingers inside me. Paving a path within my moist passage, he burrowed his fingers deep, almost lifting me up where I stood. I squealed and relinquished any resistance. Twisting and plunging, he explored my tenderness, encouraging me to secrete with pleasure. My supple body bounced with his rhythm as he moved his kisses south to my breasts. Flicking the pink peaks of my nipples with his tongue, he urged me to give in to his seduction. With my flesh in his mouth and his fingers inside me, I finally succumbed to his desires.
“I’m a bad girl,” I assured him.
“Yes, you are,” he reminded me, penetrating me with a hurts-so-good thrust of his hand. “You’re a very bad girl.”
“Uh huh,” I managed to say as I tried to breath. I was intoxicated by his seduction.
“Are you going to show me how bad you are?” he asked, making it more of a statement than a question.
“Uh huh,” I agreed again. I was at a loss for words, sinking into his body helplessly.
“That’s what I want to hear,” he groaned again. “Now show me.”
I lifted my hand to my mouth and slipped my fingers inside my mouth, moistening them with my saliva. I slowly lowered them and placed them on his plump tip, circling around his head. He moaned as I leisurely knelt before him, sliding his shaft between my soft breasts. I looked up at him with a longing stare, stroking him as I squeezed his girth inside my suppleness. With every stroke, I looked into his green eyes, hungrily, kissing his head as it got closer to my lips with each stroke. His eagerness to feel the warm embrace of my mouth got the best of him and he lifted his hips to reach it. I finally took his succulent head in my mouth, my tongue teasing his tender skin. His hand guided my head and pushed me hard into his rigid member, filling my mouth. I fought for air as he thrust down my throat and retreated.
“Mmm,” is all that escaped his lips.
I was hungry for him. Filling my mouth was not satiating my yearning desire to please him. I kissed him softly, licking the rim of his tip and sliding my lips back down around him a few more times. Once he was sufficiently revved up, I stood up and turned around. His hands clawed at my curves, bending me forward into the wall. I braced myself, spread my legs, and guided him by his shaft toward me. The soft skin of his ripe head slipped between my pink mounds, gliding effortlessly between them. I took a deep breath and released the swelling tension
