Nothin' but Skin

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Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, First, Petting, Slow, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Tim and Sandy go home from college to attend a wedding, and their relationship moves on to the next level. This is the third story about the couple, but each story stands on its own.

INTRODUCTION

This is the third story about Sandy and Tim. The first several stories are being written and told in chronological order. Even though each story stands on its own, you might find that reading them in order helps you better understand who they are. The earlier stories are:

It Started in Drivers' Ed Class, which tells the story about how Tim and Sandy met, and

I Can't See You, in which Tim "helps" Sandy get ready for a date.

I hope you enjoy.


SATURDAY NIGHT

"What time should I be here tomorrow?"


Sandy and Tim had met during the summer between their sophomore and junior years of high school. Tim was immediately smitten by the tall (5'9", or 175 cm), thin (135 lbs, or 61 kg), athletic brunette. A wallflower at the time they met, with Tim's encouragement Sandy had blossomed into an utterly confident, intelligent, self-assured modern teen.

They had been at the top of their classes at their respective high schools, and they discussed their futures regularly. With a keen mind for mathematics, Sandy was interested in a career in finance and wanted to go to business school. Tim, on the other hand, was interested in math, physics and problem-solving, and chose a future in engineering. They wanted to stay together, though, and they eventually decided that they would both go to one of the state universities, as it had programs they both should enjoy. The best thing, though, was that the school was far enough away from home that they wouldn't be bothered by casual visitors from their hometown, but with a five hour drive they could be back home for the weekend if they desired.

Although they had been at school for only a few weeks, they both thought they had made the right decision. Sandy ended up pledging to one of the school's sororities and moving into their house, and Tim's apartment was conveniently only a block or two away. After a couple of weeks, Sandy was essentially spending all her spare time either with her sorority sisters or with Tim.

College had started in early September, and in mid-October Sandy and Tim needed to go home to attend the wedding of a high school friend. They drove down on Friday afternoon, the wedding was Saturday, and they were planning to return to school on Sunday. It was the typical whirlwind weekend that only young people can enjoy. They had endured and enjoyed the wedding, and now they were planning their return to school.


"Well, I'm going to need some time to get everything together, so why don't we plan to leave about ten? We can stop for lunch on the way, and we'll be back at your place about three. That will give us the rest of the day to relax, have dinner and get ready for class."

"Ok, I'll be here a few minutes before ten, and we can get on the road. I'm looking forward to being back alone with you."

As Tim moved in to kiss her goodnight, Sandy replied, "That makes two of us, sweetie."

As soon as Tim's lips touched Sandy's, she rotated her hips forward so that her pubic bone rubbed against Tim's semi-hard cock. As if she wanted to make sure he caught what she was doing, she rolled her hips back and forth, back and forth.

Sandy's efforts certainly did not go unnoticed. Feeling the unexpected sensation, Tim moved instinctively, his hands first rubbing Sandy's braless tits through her halter-top dress, and then descending to caress her fabulous ass and pull her hips into him.

"There's just something about weddings that turns single girls on," Tim thought. "They get amazingly horny. Must be some sort of anticipation thing. I may as well enjoy it, though. Maybe the weekend will turn out ok after all."

Cindy's butt cheeks were as hard as a rock. "Pantyhose, dammit," Tim thought. His hands remained on Sandy's butt, though, as the kiss wore down.

"Mmmm, I may need to stay awhile," he softly whispered into her ear.

Sandy chuckled. "Well, if you're going to do that, I need to go potty. I can't wait a whole lot longer."

"That sounds like a good excuse for getting out of those heels and pantyhose," he replied.

"I'll be right back," she laughed, slapping his arm as she left.


Tim sat on the couch as he waited for Sandy. When she returned, she gathered up her floor-length dress, sat down on the couch, turned and swung her long legs down its length and reclined into Tim's lap. He was supporting her back with his left arm and caressing her with his right.

"Wasn't this a nice weekend?" she asked.

"It sure was," he lied. "There's nothing like a wedding."

Knowing that she was already primed, Tim kissed Sandy's nose, kissed her lips and then buried his face in her neck. Sandy gave soft moans of approval. While he kissed and teased her neck and ear, his right hand moved down to her ankles and started its journey up the outside of her thigh. "Wow. The pantyhose is gone," he thought. "That's a good sign."

Without objection, his hand moved all the way up her thigh, over her hip, waist and ribcage, and all the way to her shoulders as he gently rubbed her back. "Nothin' but skin," he thought. "God, she is amazing. The most gorgeous body in the world, and here it is in my arms."

Tentatively, Tim moved his hand to Sandy's left breast. Sandy sighed and pushed up against the digits that were exploring her virgin tit. Not being an idiot, Tim took this as a good sign, even though this was new territory for him.

Tim was not experienced with girls. Although Sandy had allowed him to feel her up outside her clothing, he had touched her normally-covered skin only once before, and that was when he was unable to move anything other than his lips. He learned from that experience, though, that Sandy seemed to like her tits dealt with a little roughly. When he moved his right hand to her left tit, therefore, he gave it a good squeeze and started pulling on her nipple, tweaking it between his thumb and index finger and, in his exuberance and inexperience, generally trying to maim it. Not wanting it to feel alone, he did the same with her right breast. Sandy, unbelievably, loved it, writhing, squirming and making soft mewling sounds while Tim mauled her still-developing mammaries. Tim could hear her gasping as he continued his heavy-handed manipulations.

In a fit of passion, Tim moved his lips down to Sandy's breasts and began suckling her nipples through her dress, with his hands and lips moving back and forth between the two firm, proud globes. Sandy continued gasping; "Oh ... Oh ... Oh..." was the only sound she was able to produce.

Sandy was not a passive person, however. As Tim continued nuzzling her breasts, Sandy's instinctive reaction was to open her thighs, move her hands to her pussy and begin softly rubbing. "Oh, my God!" became her new mantra, as she began chanting to the rhythm of her rubbing. Her hips began pumping and thrusting, trying to capture her fingers as she kneaded her lower lips.

Feeling the change in Sandy's rhythm, Tim dared to move his right hand down to Sandy's groin. "If she's going to give me the opportunity, I'm going to take it," he thought. "The worst she can do is get ticked off, stop me and send me home. She needs me to get back to school tomorrow, though, so I can explain myself then if I need to." Pushing Sandy's hand aside, he began rolling her vaginal lips in his fingers.

Sandy had no objections to Tim's ministrations. She was in no mood to deal with amateurs, however, and teaching anatomy by braille was not terribly high on her list of priorities. Grabbing Tim's hand, she took his three largest fingers and, as she held her cunt open with her other hand, she thrust them into her hot channel. Forcing Tim's hand back and forth, she showed him the rhythm that she so badly wanted and needed. Tim, fortunately, learned quickly, forcing his fingers as hard and deep into her wet cunt as he possibly could, not having any real idea of what he was doing. He could feel the friction from Sandy's closely-trimmed pubic hair as he bottomed out on his strokes.

With Tim taking care of her inner needs, Sandy concentrated on achieving her satisfaction. Scooping up some of her natural lubrication, she strummed her fingers lightly but very quickly over her engorged and throbbing clit. Her hips continued to thrust up to meet Tim's hand, forcing his fingers even deeper into her steaming wet passage. The smell of her sex filled the room.

Between her highly aroused mental state and the manual manipulations of Tim, Sandy was on the edge of a massive orgasm in only a minute or two. Finally, it hit her. Her spasming pussy clutched at Tim's fingers as Sandy shuddered and shook. She released a long, low moan while the orgasm swept through her entire body. As her muscles contracted and froze, she planted her feet on the couch and thrust her hips in the air, leaving only her heels and her head to support her. Tim felt both the convulsions and the release of her pussy as Sandy's cum coated his hand.

Awash in the emotional aftermath of her explosive climax, Sandy turned onto her side, facing Tim; she curled up in his lap. "Oh, my God," she whispered. "That was amazing. It was one of the most intense things that has ever happened to me. I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"You have got to be kidding me. Damn, I wish I had a videocamera going."

"You pervert," she laughed. "I don't think I'm ready for THAT yet, but maybe we could try that someday."

"Yet?"

"Yet. I owe you for this one, buddy, so it's a maybe. And actually," she said, looking up at him, "I think I might like the idea. We'll see. In the meantime, though, once I catch my breath you need to take off and I need to air out this room.

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Ma/Fa / Consensual / Heterosexual / First / Petting / Slow /