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NIGHTY-WARE 

Part 11 (mF)

Prologue

It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then, I've had more experiences, heightening and strengthening my attention and desire for sex.  After staying with my aunt, I'm joining my parents out of town, looking forward to new and exciting opportunities.

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My folks were waiting at the gate, and I was greeted enthusiastically.  We picked up my meager luggage and headed for my dad's rental car.  It was a short ride over unmaintained roads to the resort, which along with a couple of other hotels, was relatively secluded on a beautiful beach.  To maintain their privacy, my folks had gotten me my own room.  It was just like having my own apartment.  I had been wondering just where I'd make my sexual conquests (assuming there were any) if I was sharing a room with my folks.  I checked in, got my room key which hung like a shining symbol of freedom on a chain around my neck, and went to the elevator to go to my room.  My folks had a room two floors above mine, a nice separation I thought.  

Standing at the elevator, I saw a number of people wearing t-shirts that announced a forthcoming wedding, to be held at the hotel.  Evidently, family and friends congregated at this resort, after which they'd go home, leaving the happy couple at the resort for a honeymoon.  As I looked at the people who shared the elevator ride, I tried to guess how they were related to the future bride and groom.  

I got off at my floor, and my folks went on up to their room.  I threw my clothes on the bed, picked out a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and left the room to explore the hotel property and the adjacent beach.  When I took the elevator back down to the lobby, I shared the ride with some more wedding shirted people.  One of them was a young woman in sunglasses, a baseball cap, and long cut-off shorts.  She was on the thin side but the lumps in her t-shirt made it clear she was nicely built.  I tried not to stare, but even though she was mostly covered I was going to have trouble from getting excited and showing it.  We weren't alone or I might have said something to break the ice.  As it was, I just smiled when I presumed she was looking at me, although with the sunglasses it was impossible to tell.

I never would have gotten away with one of those bikini, g-string men's' bathing suits, given the reaction I had to all of those scantily-clad ladies walking and sunning and frolicking in the surf.  As it was, I was worried that my boxer shorts-style suit wasn't hiding my erection.  To survive, I headed back to my room, and fate placed me in the elevator with that same young woman, this time alone.  I couldn't get my towel from my shoulder fast enough, and I saw her head tilt down, obviously noticing the lump in my shorts.  She pulled her sunglasses down and for the first time I saw her eyes, as she looked into mine and smiled.

I cleaned up for dinner, and I accompanied my folks to the hotel's restaurant.  It was buffet style, giving me a chance to observe the other patrons, most of whom were hotel guests.  The food was fine and so was the view.  The women who had been sporting very little clothing were dressed up, leaving much to my fertile imagination.  Even the young girl who poured us glasses of water and cleared the table of our dirty dishes was kind of cute, and we exchanged pleasant smiles.  Off in the corner, I saw the wedding guests clustered, and everyone was paying attention to the young lady from the elevator.  My Sherlock Holmes instincts kicked in.  Just my luck, I had a crush on the bride to be!  I turned my attention to the other prospectives, but with only half interest.  

I spent the night alone.  Geesh, what did I expect, to get laid on my first night?  Boy, was I ever spoiled by the attention I'd received from friends and family.  I made myself a promise not to have such exaggerated expectations.  If something happened, then that was okay, but in the meantime I'd have fun in the sun and surf and sightseeing.

The next morning, I ate a small breakfast and headed back to the beach for more sightseeing.  As I walked along the row of umbrellas, I saw the bride to be in her uniform of baseball hat, sunglasses, but with a beach cover-up sitting under an umbrella on a lounge chair.  If she was trying to get a tan, this was not the right technique.  I passed close enough to see that she had been crying, dabbing up her tears with a used tissue in her hand.  I decided to make a move, and approached her cautiously.  She sniffled a hello, and I asked if there was something I could do to help.  She moved over on the lounge chair on which she was partially reclining, and I took it as an invitation to sit down.

Her covered legs were touching my back, although not providing enough support for me to recline against them.  I sat with my head turned hard to the left to look at her as we spoke.  She dabbed another tear and sniffled once more, and I asked to tell me what was wrong.  For some reason, which I would learn later, she decided to confide in me.  She was indeed the bride to be, and was sharing a room with her future husband.  During and after dinner the previous evening, she had a touch too much to drink.  When they got back to their room, she tried to give her future hubby a blowjob, and he was furious.  Evidently, he found the idea "sick and perverted" as she quoted him.  She explained that their relationship dated back to college, when they attended different schools, and they promised to be faithful.  During this time, she didn't sleep with anyone else, but did engage in oral sex, both giving and receiving, to relieve her sexual tension and to prevent her from going completely crazy.

She asked me if I thought she was wrong.  I asked did she mean back at school, or with her husband.  She said either.  I told her that I thought oral sex was a valid expression of desire and passion, and was just fine if both parties consented.  She smiled, and admitted that the reason she felt she could confide in me was that I reminded her of someone she had such a relationship with when she was back at school.  Not my face or looks, but the size of my penis.  So she had been looking at me in the elevator.  She gently placed one hand in my lap and moved her fingers as if to measure me.  She licked her lips, and I knew what we had to do.

I stood up, displacing her hand from my lap, and helped her from the lounger.  We walked, at a small distance from each other, to the elevators, and I pressed the number of my floor.  When we got to my floor, we walked separately down the hallway, me first, and she entered the room a moment later, looking back to see if we were observed.

Once inside, she took my swim trunks down with one pull, and my penis popped up, mostly erect and pulsing.  She dropped to her knees, touched it gingerly with two fingers, and it throbbed at her touch.  The caress of her lips on my dick buckled my knees, and I fell backwards onto the bed.  Her tongue and throat were very effective, and I was ready to shoot a load in short order.  I grunted something about coming, and she sucked harder, preparing for the liquid reward.  She must have been a pretty good student, because she didn't miss a drop.

I explained that it was my turn, and she got quite shy.  She told me she certainly was horny, but scared.  She didn't want things getting "out of hand."  I made my "what's good for the goose" argument, and she was almost too easily convinced.  She unzipped the beach cover-up, and she was still wearing the announcement t-shirt over a bathing suit.  I kneeled down and pulled the panties down her legs, exposing a nicely trimmed pussy.  She stepped out of the garment, and I moved my mouth to the mound, but was unable to get my tongue anywhere near her in that position.

I moved her to the bed, and asked her to scoot up a little.  I moved her legs apart, and the pink lips were shiny and moist.  I moved up and gave her lower lips a soft but vigorous tongue lashing, and she wiggled and writhed as she experienced an orgasm.  I wanted to see the rest of her body, so I sat over her and started to move her t-shirt up over her chest, but she refused.  I put my head back between her legs, and after a while I had brought her to orgasm again.  I attempted to remove her shirt, and she was still objecting, although less vehemently.  I asked why, and she said she was saving her breasts and cherry for her husband.  I moved up further and offered her a second chance at my still erect penis.  She was amazed that I was still erect, and took me with both hands and mouth in a vigorous oral and tactile treatment.  This time, I came all over her mouth and neck.  

I went down between her legs a third time, and again she experienced a climax, leaving her weak and drained.  This time, she had no objections when I lifted her t-shirt.  I was surprised to find that she wasn't wearing the matching bikini top.  Her breasts were perfectly shaped and perfectly proportioned, by far the most exquisite breasts I had ever seen.  I kissed them and sucked at the nipples, and then placed my hard-on in between them, squeezing them together with her hands in mine.  I left a trail of semen from her chin to her navel when I spurted.

There, beneath me, was a beautiful and sensual woman, and there I was with a hard-on that was still ready for more.  Against my better judgment, I moved down and placed my penis in between her legs, at her moist opening.  She knew at once what I intended, and tried to move away.  I guess I could have prevented her escape, but I wasn't about to rape this woman, not just before her wedding night.  It would have to concentual if was to be at all.  

I stood up and walked toward the bathroom to clean up.  She joined me, and we looked at each other in the mirror as we wiped the juices from our bodies.  My penis was still hard, and she could barely take her eyes off of it.  She muttered something about how she had never been with someone who had such stamina, and if I were only older.  Without a word, she placed her hand on my hot, throbbing pole, and caressed it.  I turned to her and gave her a fluttering kiss on her lips, and then licked them with my tongue.  My penis was fully erect again, ready for action.  Evidently, so was she.

Suddenly she sat down on the small sink surface, spread her legs, and drew me forward by my penis.  I leaned forward, and my dick encountered her vaginal lips, wet and puffy and ready for penetration.  She wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me forcefully towards her.  She showed no evidence of pain, just the pleasure of sex.  I supported her buttocks, and her body moved up and down mine.  I put her down and withdrew before I came, and made a small puddle on the floor between my legs.

I was exhausted, and staggered back into the main room and onto the bed.  She must have cleaned up and gotten dressed, but all I heard was the door closing behind her.  My emotions were in turmoil, so I by rolled over and escaped into sleep.


Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 12

An Original HM Tale

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