A body one can’t resist

Having more or less made up my mind now, came the next important thing as I finally stared down at my body.

While the nun habit tried, it clearly failed to hide Claires more generous features.

A saintess shouldn't have breasts these large, as they tended to provoke thoughts that were less than holy.

I had noticed them throughout the day as you could hardly ignore them giving their size. And having been interrupted in the morning, I could hardly wait to finally get a feel.

Disrobing the habit I still had the nightgown underneath and stripping it down I found myself basically naked with only a simple pair of panties on, illuminated by the soft light of the moon I appreciated the sight in its full, bare glory.

Her tits stood proudly defying gravity, no longer squeezed together by both the nightgown and the habit they spread out pointing in different directions.

Being naked on a mid-autumn night it was a bit chilly and I could feel my nipples harden in response, stiffening and turning a delicate shade of pink as they were exposed to the cool air.

I took a moment to admire the sight, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The moonlight cast shadows that accentuated the curves of my body,

My hands trembled slightly as I reached up, eager to finally satisfy the desire that had been building up all day. I cupped my breasts, feeling their weight and softness, my thumbs brushing against the hardened nipples.

“Ahh” a soft gasp escaped my lips without my intention.

The sensation was electric as if I had received a small jolt, I shivered slightly, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin. A feeling both foreign and exhilarating.

I slowly got used to it. The sensation so much more vivid than anything I had felt before.

I slowly traced the curves of my breasts, marvelling at their softness and the way they filled my palms.

"Mhmm"

My thumbs circled my nipples, drawing out a moan from deep within me. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and a slight ache that left me wanting more.

As I continued to roam my breasts, I felt a warmth spread through my body, a feeling of heat within me. It was a sensation I had never experienced as such, a need that demanded to be satisfied. I felt my hand wander lower, tracing the curve of my waist, feeling the softness of my tummy and finally reaching the forbidden area.

My breath hitched as my fingers brushed against the edge of my panties. I hesitated for a moment, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me. This was uncharted territory for me, a boundary I had never crossed before even as a men. But the desire within me was too strong to ignore.

Slowly, I slipped my fingers beneath the fabric, feeling the soft, delicate skin beneath my palm. My slightly cold fingers in stark contrast to the heated area between my tights.

I could feel a slight jolt as I touched something moist. It was both surprising and exhilarating as I felt the warmth radiating from my core.

My fingers glided over my wet folds slowly spreading them apart.

I let a single finger rub against the middle as my other hand joined in to keep me spread.

By now lying down in bed I had my eyes closed enjoying the sensation as I carefully rubbed those delicate folds slowly spreading my pussy wider apart my fingers slick and wet as I couldn’t stop exploring and prodding. I felt a dampness slowly dripping down covering my thighs and soaking my panties.

I gasped and squirmed, my body responding with a surge of heat. I explored further, my fingers tracing the folds of my most intimate place, feeling the wetness that had flooded my panties.

That was until I discovered a small little nobbin. I had barely grazed it but the sensation so intense made me arch my back as if a lightning bolt went through my body.

“Mhmm” a small whimper escape my lips.

Without further ado I pulled my panties down between my tights and started rubbing myself in earnest. I didn’t know what I was doing my mind in a haze as I followed my instincts.

One hand strocking my folds while the other was gentle prodding the little nobbin that I felt harden and throb. Despite being so small it felt as if all my senses were bundled into that little thing giving me an intense tingling sensation every time I touched it.

Soft moans escaped my lips, my fingers moving in rhythm that seemed to come naturally. The pleasure was intense, a wave that built and crashed within me, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

I lost track of time as I indulged in this newfound pleasure, my body responding to every touch, every caress. The moonlight cast a soft glow over my skin, highlighting the curves and contours of my body as I moved and writhed in the throes of this agonisingly sweet sensation.

As the pleasure built to a crescendo, I felt a sense of release, a wave of ecstasy that washed over me, leaving me trembling and breathless. I cried out softly, my body convulsing with the **** of my orgasm. My toes curling, thighs shaking as I endured a climax unlike any other, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss that left me feeling both thrilled and utterly exhausted.

My mind, fogged with euphoria, slowly began to clear as I lay there, heart pounding, body still tingling from the intensity of it all. The room was silent except for the soft sound of my breathing, and the world outside seemed distant, almost unreal in comparison to the storm of sensations that had just overtaken me.

I drew in a shaky breath, my chest rising and falling as I tried to ground myself in the present. The heat that had spread through me began to fade, replaced by a deep warmth, my limbs felt heavy and weak.

If you told me to stand up right now I likely couldn’t but nevertheless a blissful smile was gracing my lips as I savoured the lingering afterglow.

“Holy fuck.” My voice shaky and distinctly awed.

I hadn’t spoken much unused to my new voice but if this was how girls felt it might not be that bad to live as one after all.

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As I came down from the high, I looked down at myself, my skin flushed and glistening in the moonlight with a thin sheen of sweat. I shivered this time not from any erotic sensation but actually feeling cold.

Reaching out to my blanket. I pulled my wet panties down and threw them aside. Having laid there sweaty and exhausted my body heat dropped rapidly and I quickly wrapped myself up, feeling cosy and warm once again I drifted to sleep.