Then he did take his eyes off her. He stand grimly, humbly, ashamedly down at himself as he fumbled with the string of his suit. When he got the cord tangled in a knot, he picked at it desperately. His terror increased his clumsiness.
Just as he was about to burst into tern, Kim took pity on him. Going over to him, she shifted him away from the door so sunlight spilled over his tanned and freckled shoulders and she could see what she was doing. Then she cased his hands away from the knotted cord, and carefully began picking it apart with her long, tapered nails.
As she worked, she felt his eyes on her bare breasts. She didn't look at his face. "You may touch my breasts if you want," she told him softly.
The first touch of his fingers was like the kiss of a butterfly. Her nipples felt as if they were about to split. She fit his fingers press her boots as if he couldn't believe the wait, live softness of them. He bumped his fingers over her distended tits, made them flaw hot as stars. Her legs began to shake with desire.
She finally got the knot loose. She tugged and dragged at his suit, revealed a strained, tormented jock strap. Very carefully and tenderly, she liberated his thrusting tower, let it stand out from his strawberry blond bush. She wanted to curl her fingers around his jutting shaft, feel its heat, its hardness, its vigor and arousal. Instead, she shoved his jock and suit down, around his thighs.
Then, gently slipping out of his grasp, she knelt and pulled his suit the rest of the way down. He stepped out of it, and, with a casualness she didn't feel, she got up and hung it beside hers.
When she turned back, he made a token, totally futile effort to conceal his cock from her gaze. She disarmed him, eased his hands aside, and curled her fingers around his cock shaft. She was rewarded by an almost instantaneous spurt of crystalline pre-cum. Curious and horny beyond belief, she touched a finger to that gleaming drop, then lifted her finger to her mouth. A shiny, gossamer strand of the viscous fluid stretched from finger to dick tip.
She tasted his seepings as he watched, astonished. At the same time, she fingered his pecker, smeared his slime over his hot meat. He tasted good – sort of salty – which surprised her.
"Touch me again," she ordered as she fondled his cock. She slipped her fingers down under, found his balls. She felt them contract defensively and curled her hand around them, cupped them. They lowered their gentle weight, nestled in her palm like live eggs.
His hands cupped her breasts, pressed, and her nipples tried to burrow through his palms. He formed living bra cups for her boobs and her whole body felt the warmth of his hands.
She skated her thumb over the tip of his dick, slid on the thick coating of juices. By moving her fingers up the underside of his dick, she could milk drops from him at will.
"Could I… could I kiss them?" Perry asked.
Kim gulped as a red-hot knot the size of a volleyball formed in her chest. "If… you'd like," she whispered.
She held his dick still, and braced herself. He only came up to her chin, so he barely had to bow his head. She felt his lips touch her nipple. An electric current lashed her nerve paths to flame. She squeezed his dick, hard, then released it and began stroking his tousled blond locks. He nuzzled her clit, then sucked on it. She felt her cunt spasm madly. He suckled on her breasts like a baby, first one and then the other. But he wasn't feeling the hunger of any baby. Her insides were steaming with horniness.
Her hips began to hump as he nursed and nursed on her, fired her lust with his mouth. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pressed his face against her cushioned chest, felt his teeth dig into her tender flesh. His hands were on her, on her chest, curling under her breasts while his mouth worked on the tips.
"Enough," Kim gasped at last and forced herself to ease him away from her burning breasts.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, frightened.
"It's all right," she assured him quickly. "It just felt… too good. It felt fantastic!"
"Did you cum?" he asked, startling her with his bluntness and innocence.
"Cum? Uh, no."
"Oh," he said, obviously disappointed. "You don't know much about sex, do you?"
"No sex-education class in school?"
He shook his head. "It got cut from the school budget."
Kim was glad she and Walter had helped vote the budget down – though not for economic reasons.
"I saw you… uh… playing with yourself once," Perry said.
"Oh?" This, of course, she knew. But his admission, and the memory of the event, made her excitement twist tighter. "How much did you see?"
"Not much," he admitted glumly. "I saw you put your fingers in yourself – and the suntan cream."
"Do you know where I put them?" Kim asked, her chest banded with steel.
"Uh-uh," he admitted, shaking his head. She choked on the next question. "Would you… would you like to see?"
Perry acted as if she had offered him a million dollars, tax free. "Yeah!" He started to bend down.
"Wait. I'll sit down and you can kneel on the floor." She eased onto the bench, lifted one foot to it, then spread her thighs wide and exposed her snatch. She saw him shaking as he sank down at her feet. Slouching, she eased her ass to the edge of the bench.
"You can touch me, if you want," she assured him softly.
She looked down as his hands neared her pussy. Then his fingers touched her springy curls, stroked them curiously. A hair caught in his fingernail and tugged, stinging, at her labes.
"Watch," she said, putting her hands on the outer edges of her pussy lips. She opened them like the valves of a clam, unveiled the shining pink heart, of her crotch to his astonished gaze. The air on her sopping folds felt like dry ice. It dried her juices, and triggered another sticky, slippery flood.
"Gosh!" he gasped.
Keeping her twat open, she slid one finger down to the weeping pucker of her cock socket. "That's my vagina," she explained, more clinically than she was feeling. "Just above it is my urethra. And, above it, sort of tucked in under that little hood, is my clitoris, or clit."
"What does it do?"
"It's… the part that… really turns a woman on when it's touched," Kim explained.
"Can I touch it?"
Kim braced herself before she agreed. But the touch of his finger against her nerve-nub still made her groan. Perry kept touching her clit, kept making it wriggle and squirm.
"Enough," she said at last.
He jerked his hand away from her clit guiltily. "Sorry," he apologized.
"It's okay," she said, panting, shuddering.
"Your vagina is where you put your fingers," Perry stated after a moment of silence.
"And that's… uh… where I'd put my… uh cock, if I was to fuck you," he added. "Uh-huh," she agreed, her throat knotting. "Could I?" he asked hesitantly. "Why don't you… put your finger in me, first," she whispered.
She felt his finger slip shyly between her slippery folds. She let her head sag back against the wall as a wave of lust raged through her, made her spread her legs even wider than before. She felt his finger worm around in her as he explored the velvety walls of her clutching tunnel. Then he touched her clit again, at the same time, and she moaned and her hips rolled on the hard bench.
"Kiss it," she whispered.
"KISS IT?!" He was shocked to the core by the suggestion.
"Please," she moaned. "My clit, kiss my clit. You'll like it, honest you will! You'll like it."
She felt hot breath on her clit. Then his lips touched her slick petals, and a flame front of ecstasy roared through her. Releasing her pussy lips, she grasped his head and guided his mouth to her clit. He kissed her, sucked a tiny bit, slipped her bud between his lips. His finger was squirming in, her vagina as his tongue stroked her firing pin closer and closer to the flash point.
"Awww," she moaned. "I'm cuming," she wailed softly. "Awww, I'm cumming." Her voice trailed off, became a senseless gargle as the flames flogged her senseless. Shuddering and whimpering, she pushed his mouth away from her twat.