By Louetta

First timer.


I stripped naked. All the way, as we used to say, before we knew
all the way meant something altogether different. I remembered
how I felt the first time a boy saw me naked. I mean a boy I
wanted to give myself to. At first I covered my breasts and my
pussy with my hands. I looked at him and he looked at me. I could
tell he liked what he saw and that made the little hint of fear
and insecurity I felt worthwhile.

My breath quickened, my heart beat faster, my pussy got wetter. I
felt the anticipation of him enjoying my naked body. The dampness
in my armpits, the dampness between my legs. The musky smell of
my own sex. I looked at him and he looked at me. The ache in my
tummy, the hardness of my nipples the fire in my pussy, made me
wonder who wanted who more. I did.

I dropped my hands to bare my tits, white as snow, soft as silk,
pink nipples hard as rocks. Pale white breasts glowing softly in
the dim light. The air was cold but I wasn't. My own inner engine
warmed me. I felt the little tightness in my stomach that is the
uncertainty I still feel when I'm naked for the first time for a
new boy, the wonder of the fire building in my body.

I removed my other hand to expose the silken ramp of my cunt
hair, the fluffy brown trail that leads to the promised land. And
I offered myself. Not verbally, just physically. Hungry eyes upon
me. He stands in front of me and stares. And the more he stares
the more my moist pink pussy burns.

I'm all brown hair and boobs and flat tummy, long thin legs, taut
little rear. Legs spread just enough. Just enough to make the
offer clear. And he took me up on it. We fucked like little
bunnies. I loved it.

louetta_keene@yahoo.com



  
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