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Angie and Tom

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: bobbie Posted on: 04 Oct 2018 1 comments
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Angie had set up everything in the SUV and had planned her surprise for Tom---a day of sexual exploration---and she wanted the perfect setting for it. They drove to the state park and into the forest, and after having a picnic lunch with an abundance of wine, to help mellow her and set the mood, she asked him to drive down one of the remote forest roads, where the chance of running into anyone was minimal. They got out of the car and she opened the back of the SUV to reveal a bedroom on wheels, with pillows, a thick quilt to lie on, and a tote bag that looked innocuous. She took Tom's hand and led him to the car, set out a folding camp chair behind the car, and they crawled in.Angie led Tom's hand to the outside of her tee shirt, where he slowly moved his hand over her small but firm breasts, and her nipples immediately began to harden. Thinking what was ahead of them had already aroused her, and she could feel a wetness between her legs that began to excite her. Tom's hands continued to roam, first over her tee shirt and then he delved under the shirt and unclasped the hooks on her bra. He stood behind her and his hands traveled from the hem of the tee shirt upward, feeling the gap at the bottom of the bra and allowing his fingers to explore her exposed breasts. They were tempting, and ripe, and Angie felt a shiver go through her body as his fingers brushed against her nipples. They were perfect nipples---small but perky, and when they were aroused, as they were now, they stood at attention like soldiers in formation. Gently, his hands cupped both breasts, holding them as if they were precious works of art, and his fingers began to stimulate them in a rhythmic massage. He could feel Angie's body fall backward against his, both in a gesture of surrender and an effort to allow him total access. His fingers continued their exploration brushing the tips of the nipples and gradually stimulating them with a light pinching motion. Angie enjoyed this, as her nipples were ultra sensitive, and it was as if there were an uninterrupted connection between her nipples and her pussy. Each stroke produced twinges that became mini-spasms, and Angie mouthed a silent prayer that he would continue with his ministrations. He worked her breasts with a skill that indicated that he was no stranger in this field, then reached down and lifted her shirt over her head. Never before had she been so totally exposed to him, and she had no qualms about the actions they'd take this day. She lay back on the blanket and Tom ran his fingers down her abdomen.Her belly reacted by contracting slightly. She felt the zipper of her shorts being pulled down and the button being tugged open. Her mind began to race a bit as Tom gently eased her shorts over her hips, but she showed her silent approval by lifting her hips and allowing them to slip over her thighs and down her slender legs. It struck her---she was only a pair of panties away from being totally naked, in the middle of a forest, and was about to give her body to the man she loved. The thought only made her wetter, and she felt the sticky crotch of her panties being slowly pulled over her thighs in the final march toward nakedness. This was it. No regrets. Tom stood there quietly, his eyes raking over her body and admiring every curve. Then they were drawn to her nether region, the one that had teased him so often but had never given him total release. He opened the canvas chair that she had thoughtfully brought and sat down, and Angie lay down and positioned her body for her lover. A pillow under her head and one under her hips provided comfort for her, and access for Tom, and he gently pulled her legs apart and his eyes opened with anticipation. Here was her womanhood: her musky smell, the textured curves, the well-manicured hair, and swollen lips awash with pussy juice. He gently placed the palm of his hand over the area and closed his eyes. He imagined himself a blind man, and she was his Braille masterpiece. Her lips were swollen, the delicate inner lips a sticky contrast to the outer, and her hairy mound felt curly, and matted. Very slowly he began a rhythmic circling motion without lifting his hand, and Angie's head snuggled back into the pillow. Her hands took over the unattended nipples, pulling and tugging with a practiced hand, and she was adept at multi-tasking, as her attention never strayed from Tom's ministrations. He had removed his hand and was now surveying her sweet spot at close range. His fingers pulled aside the outer lips, revealing the thinner, petal-like inner ones, wet and wobbly, and covered with white love juices. She was aroused and her pussy pulsated with every beat of her heart. He had dreamed of this for so long and it was his for the taking. His fingers slid along the outside of her honey pot, scooping up the precious nectar, and he slid them along both sides of her lips. Angie signaled her approval by edging her hips closer. He squeezed the lips gently together, moving his fingers upward, until they were positioned on either side of her clit. Though protected by the hood, her clit was clearly aroused and he could feel Angie's body tense as he came in contact with it. He inched his fingers closer, feeling the rigid nubbin begin to grow. Angie moaned softly as his touch sent tingles throughout her perineal area. She moved her hand down until it covered his, urging him to continue with a gentle squeeze. With her approval he swung into overdrive. With her love juices coating his index finger he slowly inserted it into her love canal, moving deftly along the wall of her vagina and coming to rest just below her pleasure spot. Its pebbly surface was as good as a road map and he knew he had arrived at the right spot. With that knowledge he momentarily withdrew the finger, lubricated the one next to it, and re-entered with both fingers, feeling the tightness of her vaginal walls envelop them. It felt as if a vise were closing on his fingers as he inched them along Angie's love tunnel and even with his eyes closed he followed her anatomical atlas to his goal. Angie squirmed with delight and found his fingers almost too much to bear this soon in their adventure. Tom seemed to understand this, and withdrew them slightly, reaching up to caress her breasts with his free hand. Her nipples were rock solid and their taut, dry surface was an interesting contrast to the moist love cavern his other hand was exploring. He worked them both for awhile, watching Angie's content expression as her body movements conformed to his hand strokes. Then her hand reached up and gently removed his from her breast, signaling that she would take over its stimulation and giving tacit permission to move to another level.Tom understood her desires, and moved his chair closer to her. Angie's eyes were closed, not knowing what to expect as they had never gone further than this before. Her mind raced. Would it hurt? Would he stop if she didn't enjoy it? With her attention diverted she was only partially aware of his fingers caressing her upper thighs, the soft tickling that she loved, and the foreplay that had always aroused her so well. She opened her eyes after feeling a brand new sensation---the wetness of Tom's tongue working its way from her upper thighs to her pussy lips. She felt a range of emotions swell in her: embarrassment (do I smell down there? Will he be disgusted?); humor (every time I think of someone "eating someone out" I picture a little man in a chef's hat with fork and spoon in hand, lowering his head to a hairy crotch); and excitement that this man finds me desirable and is ready to explore my body in ways he never has. She wasn't the only one whose mind was sifting thoughts. Tom was questioning himself as he embarked on this new sexual voyage: will she think badly of me for doing this? will I do it right? will it excite her? He lowered his head to the level of her crotch and covered her pussy with his open mouth. Yes, it felt a little strange --it was uncharted territory for him. But this was Angie, and at this moment there was nothing he wouldn't do to please her. Any doubts he may have had were quenched by the pressure of her hands on his head, urging him to continue. His nose rested on a cushion of matted pussy hair and his tongue lapped her exposed lips. He could see neither her pussy nor her face, but the mewing sounds coming from Angie's mouth gave him courage to continue. He sucked on the outer lips, marveling at their engorgement, and his tongue made a circuit along the side of the lips, then worked its way along Angie's slick slit. He was reluctant to stimulate her clitoris this soon, knowing how quickly she became aroused in the past, so he concentrated on her lips. He pulled one of them into his mouth, gently sucking on the swollen tissue, and after wetting his finger with her juices he fingered her perineal area. Angie emitted a guttural sound as he applied pressure to the area between her slit and her puckered hole; she wasn't just enjoying it, she was loving it. He continued the hand work, but he changed the focus of his oral activities, placing the tip of his tongue on the outside of her snatch and lapping it like a kitten with a bowl of cream. His actions began as purely external but eventually he thrust an inch or two of his tongue inside her, rotating it slightly and causing her vaginal walls to contract. At first he thought his blood supply would be cut off, but once her body decided that this was a friendly foreign body it released its grip and he was able to advance further up her vaginal canal. His finger never left her perineal area except for an occasional brush against her anal sphincter. This, he could see, was the ultimate sensitive spot, and he filed this information away in his sexual memory bank.Angie had never felt like this before. Even though she got wet when they fooled around she had never been this totally soaked, nor had she felt the sensation of someone's mouth on a spot that she was brought up to remain under lock and key. She loved the warmth of his breath on her sensitive skin, and the combination of tongue and finger was getting her totally hot. Her fingers brushed her nipples with light strokes as she felt her vaginal muscles becoming charged with excitement. Tom had been tonguing her until the muscles of his lips and tongue became weak, and he switched gears, noticing the change in her breathing. She was taking quicker, shallower breaths, and he knew her arousal was moving to the next level. It was time to attend to her nubbin, and he gently worked his fingers along her lips to the hood which was barely shielding it from his scrutiny. He began to rub her clit gently, a one-finger rub, starting with a circular movement that was slow and languid. Angie moaned softly the instant he made contact, and her breathing increased as his finger also stepped up the pace. Her fingers went back to her nipples, no longer brushing gently but tugging and twisting to match his clitoral tempo. Occasionally he altered the pressure, or even the stroke, tapping a light staccato as his other hand carefully pulled back the hood to expose her love button. The sight of this swollen, deep pink flesh, so (relatively) small and yet so powerful, made Tom realize that he was in the driver's seat and he wanted more than anything to give Angie the ride of her life.By now she was feeling the familiar tugging inside her vagina, and every one of her nerve fibers was straining to be held temporarily in check. She didn't want to come this quickly. Her mind was ready but she was enjoying these sensations too much to surrender them too soon. Tom sensed this and slowed his pace. He lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. He felt Angie inhale sharply, then press her hands to his head and push it lightly but insistently down on her. She was ready now, and she shifted her hips slightly so that his lips were centered directly on top of her sex. Tom closed his lips over her and began a gentle sucking motion, while at the same time he dipped one of his fingers into her honey pot for moisture, then caressed her puckered hole. So many sensations washed over Angie. Her clit felt like it was ready to explode, and as the first wave of sexual electricity left her clit and traveled the walls of her vagina she imagined herself as a dam that began with a slow leak and finally burst open with brutal but liberating ferocity. Her abdominal muscles tensed and she could feel the muscles in the back of her thighs quivering as her hips bucked with each wave of the orgasm. As soon as the first one crested and there was a moment of relative calm she felt his lips begin the nuzzling and tugging again and she felt another breach of the dam. Her head rolled slowly from side to side and a string of "oh God, oh my God, aaaaahh, and yes, yes, yes left her mouth as another wave of pleasure rolled over her. Her fingers were no longer on her breasts, but were clutching the quilt that she was laying on. A line of sweat circled her forehead but it paled in comparison to the pool of moisture covering her thighs. Tom eased up his movements, giving her a chance to catch her breath, then with the faintest of touches he tended to her button one last time. Her reaction was almost serene---Tom was giving her one of her "dessert" orgasms, those soft, localized but extremely satisfying ones that rival a serving of Death by Chocolate as a way to end a meal. Never mind that Tom was the one doing the eating. Angie got dessert.