Harry takes Ashley to the bodypiercing workshop.
We want to make this last, want to savor the moments.
We talk about some things we've never discussed before because we didn't have privacy and text messages were insufficient. He's curious about where my desire to be with him comes from. I tell him I like him a lot but honestly I've never been able to get that first night out of my mind. Seeing him expose his body to me like that, seeing the perfection of his penis ... I don't know how to put it into words. It's something I've never felt before. I'm almost never this bold in my interactions with men.
He reassures me. I put my hand on his thigh. I look around. We have a moment. We kiss (our first real kiss) and I slide my hand up, feeling his penis. My body quivers as if I'm on a thrill ride. I need you, I whisper to him.
We decide it's best that we go up separately to the room he secured earlier.
I sit alone for a few moments and suddenly begin to have extreme doubts about how far I want to take this. I even consider leaving instead of going to his room.
A one-time encounter may not be such a horrible thing ... but an encounter with the stepdad of my boyfriend was crossing a big line that would stick with me forever. But I'd already crossed the line by flirting with him, teasing him, offering myself to him, seeing him nude, briefly kissing his penis as his wife slept a few feet away.
Still, I decide to go up. The pause after I knock on the door is just long enough to give me one last chance to bolt. Then the door swings open. He's nude. And erect. My heart skips a beat. Heat surges through my body. My mind seems to erupt. Everything I was worried about suddenly melts away.
He is a sweet and wonderful and kind gentleman but for some reason I am fascinated and incredibly aroused by his body and his penis. It's been like this since the first time he revealed himself to me.
It's more than just wanting someone different, someone other than my boyfriend. It's something about this man in particular, his combination of wisdom, experience, kindness, skill (or what I imagine is great skill) as well as his age and his exhibitionist boldness.
And there is something inside me ... I want to please him, want to "honor" all his qualities by giving him my young body and all my bursting desires.
He kisses me. I feel his hands on me. I feel his bare skin beneath my fingers as I embrace him. He whispers "you're trembling" and I nod. But I kiss him again as my hands slide down his firm back to his butt, which I playfully squeeze to break the tension just a little.
I back away and look at him up and down. I reach out and gently touch the head of his erection. And then we kiss again.
He's made no effort to undress me and I've made no effort to undress. My hard nipples are obvious through the fabric of my dress. My scent is now obvious as well. I'm extremely wet.
"Are you having regrets, second thoughts?" he asks.
"Yes and no," I say.
"We don't have to do this," he says. "I want you to be totally comfortable with everything."
"I don't know," I say. "Can we just relax for a little bit first?"
"Of course," he says.
I sit on the edge of the bed as he goes to his bag resting on the desk.
"I brought these," he says, pulling out a couple of candles and lighting them.
He shuts off the main lights and the room glows romantically.
He sits next to me on the bed. We kiss again, this time with a bit more urgency, a bit more passion. My hand finds his naked thigh. His hand is warm on my bare shoulder.
"Lean back," I say as I break the kiss. "Let me touch you."
We lay on the bed, him on his back, me propped up on my elbow. He puts his hands behind his head and relaxes. I kiss his nipples and take in his scent. I let my hand roam over his chest and tummy, but as I go lower I avoid touching his penis even though I very much want to. I want to stroke him, taste him, feel him in my mouth, feel him slide into my wetness and fuck me.
There is silence as my soft, small, warm hand explores.