Chapter 9

“My turn,” says Sarah, eagerly, after we return to our room. The sun is still up, but we see no need to hide in darkness. “Lie down on the bed my sexy hunk of a man.”

Mounting me like a horse, she spreads her skirt out as she sits on my hips. Her touch is luscious, as she sensually caresses my chest and arms. Lightly stroking my cheeks brings shivers up my spine and a “mmmm” from deep within me. She teases me by surreptitiously sliding fingers through openings she finds in my shirt. They never stay long, like a quick lap of a tongue, though some buttons seem to pop out of their button holes. Each occurrence produces a sly smile on her face. She knows what she wants, what she is doing, and she’s not about to hold back.

She starts playing with the buttons on her blouse, and they seem to magically slip from the button holes. I start seeing more and more skin, and she enjoys being noticed. When all her buttons are unfastened, she sways from one side to the other and lets me watch the cotton material flow back and forth, with skin exposed and then hidden. Sitting on my hips, she can feel my reaction, motivating her even more. Eventually, she slides her blouse off her shoulders and looks excited, like she probably did when her breasts were first budding and she was proud to show them off. Her pink bra barely holds in her delicious globes, swollen from desire. Her slow, methodical movements on my hips show me she wants both of us to rise to the occasion. She leans down and gives me a very lingering sensual kiss. I feel so connected in so many ways. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, tossing it to the floor. Laying her chest on mine, she lovingly massages her breasts on my chest, while continuing to kiss me. I love feeling her little nubbins explore my chest.

Sitting up, she says “You like my little boobies? I can tell you do. I love them too.” All the while, she’s caressing her boobs, focusing more attention on her most erogenous places, like a very meticulous teacher. “I love both the sensation of touching them and the sensations triggered by that touch. Some women don’t understand the draw of breasts to guys. Though I didn’t previously comprehend this, I now know the draw, as I’ve been exploring and discovering them since just before you told me about this B&B. I love their softness, their squishiness, how my nipples harden with arousal and the warmth triggered by that arousal. I get double the pleasure, as I also experience the sensations triggered by that touch ... giving and receiving simultaneously. By learning about the value of close together nerve endings, I am examining ways to feed the energy in whatever direction I choose. I used to just view touch as tickling, an extreme and not necessarily pleasurable sensation. I’m now teaching myself to spread the energy, allowing me to savor a very enjoyable ride that takes me on a journey though fantasy and reality. I never realized a man could help me get in touch with being a woman, yet you have accomplished that beyond my wildest dreams.” Leaning down, she leisurely paints my chest with her nipples. “As my nipples wander through the hair on your chest, I feel thousands of tiny points of contact, with each hair wanting to hold onto me and milk me. I want to share all my sensual milk with you.” Placing each nipple between 2 fingers, I watch her milk them outward. When she stops, they are twice as long as they started out, standing at attention and colored with crimson. “Please suckle on these nubbins. I need to be inside of you as much as I look forward to you being inside of me.” She places her nipples at my lips, and I tenderly massage each one with lips, tongue and suction. Her nipples grow even longer as a result of the attention they are getting from me, and she moans with pleasure. Sitting up, she says “That’s enough for now. I don’t want to lose track of all my goals for this evening.”