"Listen, Jill," Erik said. "I'm going to show you the way sex should be. I'm not going to hurt you – I'm going to make you happy."
Jill stared up at him again, her eyes wide and a troubled frown wrinkling her smooth features. She wanted to believe what he said… wanted to so badly… but she just didn't know what she ought to do. Then a vivid memory of the way her unsatisfied body had felt when Dizzy had left her lying there on the bed made her body tremble with an emotion she now recognized as illicit desire. The idea now fixed itself in her hashish-confused mind that the reason she'd been so troubled lately was merely the way her body had of telling her that she'd been denying its natural needs… needs she'd only allowed herself to notice upon arriving in this strange country.
Whimpering a little, the irresolute redhead stared into the Danish man's deep blue eyes. She wasn't willing to commit herself by admitting it out loud, but she knew now that she would not resist anything he wanted to do to her.
The experienced Dane could tell from the way her tense body relaxed in his arms that she wanted him. Quickly, before she could change her mind, he began to unzip her silky green dress.
"I want to see you naked," he murmured. "I want to see your beautiful body." As he pulled the glossy fabric down over her smooth shoulders to reveal the white-cotton mounds of her brassiere-covered breasts, he felt his long cock jump into instant arousal, throbbing painfully against the tight enclosure of his trousers. Then, unhooking the passive young girl's brassiere, he felt his breath quicken and beads of perspiration forming on his forehead. God, she had beautiful breasts – he'd never seen any quite so perfect before. They were large yet nevertheless firmly uplifted even without a brassiere, and at their proud tips the brown-encircled little pink nipples were already quivering into erectness at the contact of the air-conditioned atmosphere of the modern office. Mortensen stared at them hungrily for a moment, then drew the light summer dress down over her slim waist, flat belly, and firm-fleshed flaring thighs. Finally he pulled the dress over her long well-shaped legs, placed it on one of the leather armchairs, and removed his own garments with fingers that shook in anticipation.
Jill turned to watch as the well-built young man tugged off his clothes, her glazed, uncomprehending eyes mirroring the state of her intoxicated brain. She didn't know if what she was allowing him to do was right, but she did know that she would not try to stop him. Her mind was helpless under the domination of her body's needs, and the bewildered young student felt as though she were in the hands of fate, unable any longer to control her destiny. In a way, she felt quite calm… far different than she had last night with Dizzy. She knew, or hoped she knew – that at least Erik cared about her, that he was trying to help her as well as sate his own obvious lust. Jill's eyes fixed themselves upon his large aroused penis, and to her surprise she felt no fear. Instead, a dull throbbing desire began to beat deep in her belly and a tingle of excitement shot through her aroused vagina. Yes, she wanted this to happen, wanted it more than she'd ever thought possible.
The drug-sensitized woman felt the tall blond man running his eager hands over every inch of her young body, from her long red hair to the tips of her white toes. Erik let his fingers flicker back up over her slender legs to her white nylon panties, inserted his thumbs in the elastic waistband, and teased them down over her now-quivering legs. Every motion he made was slow and deliberate, and at each touch Jill felt her body rippling with sensuous arousal. It feels good, so good, she thought, all vague thoughts of guilt beginning to melt away and then vanishing completely as his warm moist tongue flicked against her voluptuous body in tantalizing strokes up her legs and belly to concentrate on her rose-tipped breasts.
"Ohhh," she moaned as her taut nerves relaxed and her flesh seemed to grow hot and melt under his eager hands.
"It's good, isn't it?" Erik asked softly, sucking one quivering nipple into the hot moist cavern of his mouth. "Your breasts taste so good," he added, the words muffled as he nibbled upon the taut pink aureole.
Jill moaned again, but did not reply. She was not quite ready to admit to him and to herself how much she wanted him to do these things to her. But as his sucking intensified and strong bolts of erotic sensation began shooting through her body, she heard herself sighing, "Oh, yes, yessss, oh Erik, yessss!"
Encouraged by her obvious pleasure, the aroused young man began once again to run his wet tongue over her quivering belly toward the burnished patch of auburn pubic hair. He'd never before seen a pussy adorned by such a color of reddish gold, and this excited him more than ever. She was really a gorgeous woman, it was too bad that she didn't seem to have been told that until now. Yet in a way he was glad he was the first to discover the magnificence of her body; it filled him with the same hungry urgency he'd felt as an adolescent, but he was determined to control his own desires until he'd thoroughly inflamed this lovely girl into uncontrollable passion.
Jill had closed her eyes in pleasure, and then they blinked open in alarm and she gasped as she felt his wetly heated tongue probing among the sparse curling strands of her pussy hair. A vivid picture of the porno magazine photograph where the burly motorcyclist was sucking on the ecstatic girl's hungering vagina flashed through her mind, and she felt her own breath quicken at the thought. Even then she'd wanted it to happen to her, and now it was actually happening. A delicious wave of exhilaration surged through her as she gazed down in fascination at Erik's blond head between her long, ivory-skinned legs.
"Spread your beautiful thighs, Jill," Erik urged. "Let me make you feel better than you ever have in your life."
After a brief moment of hesitation, the trembling girl did as he instructed. Her body, with legs splayed and naked breasts jutting up toward the ceiling, looked so lewdly vulnerable that Jill felt a shiver of shock mixed with erotic excitement at the sight of it. At the same time, she found that she was filled with an ecstatic sense of freedom. I'm doing the most obscene thing possible! she thought to herself. Now I can do anything I want to do – it doesn't matter anymore! It was the same feeling she'd had last night, but this time, reinforced by Erik's gentle persuasion, it was far stronger.
And then, as the muscular man's probing tongue licked a searing path of pleasure along her sensitive pussy slit, all lucid thoughts flew from Jill's already muddled mind. "Ooooooh," she moaned, reaching out her hands to tangle her fingers in Erik's thick blond hair. She was no longer worried that her actions were undoubtedly caused by the inordinate amount of alcohol and hashish she'd consumed, no longer concerned with the morality she'd relinquished, nor with her lapse of will-power. None of these things were of any real consequence compared to the powerfully illicit sensations that were now madly shooting through her entire naked body, and the only thing that really mattered now was that Erik continue to make her feel this way until her pent-up frustration was at last released.
"Oh Erik," she mewled submissively beneath his hard-pressing body, squirming her buttocks against the leather couch as she spoke. "Oh, you make me feel so good!"
The desire-maddened Dane responded to her words by licking his tongue around the tiny bud of her clitoris hidden beneath the moistened folds of her throbbing pink vagina. Her pussy's as lovely as her breasts! he thought with growing excitement as he urged the quivering little clitoris into taut erection with his knowledgeable tongue.
"Baby, you've got the sweetest little cunt I've ever kissed!" he told her as his hands reached up to squeeze and knead the softly quivering mounds of her naked breasts.