Hell yes!

“Let me know if things start moving too fast, OK Angel?” She nods nervously and then to my surprise lays back on the bed with her hands clutching the sheets and her head turned to the side.

“Just do it Mr. P.” She whispers hoarsely. “Do what you have to do.”

“Oh I will, Alison,” I chuckle softly as I climb onto the bed and join her. “But before we get to the main course I going to have to start with the appetizers.” If this unexpected encounter goes as I intend, this shy young woman is going to have a whole new attitude towards sex. This ‘lay on her back and let the man have his way with her’ is not going to cut it if this is how she is expecting to pay her rent. For now though, I am perfectly willing to do a little exploring.

“Oh yeah,” I grin as I finally get her firm breasts in my hands. One of the ways Alison defied her parents while at school was by not wearing a bra. Her youthful tits were so firm and perky that they really didn’t need the extra support, but seeing her in those tight knit tops and V-neck blouses has been one of the driving forces in my plan to have her as my personal sex toy. Now that I finally get to caress and fondle these beauties, I am not disappointed in the least. It has been a very long time since I’ve had the smooth firm breasts of a teenager to grope, and I take my time exploring their every curve and swell first with my fingers and then my lips.

“Please, Mr. P,” she moans softly as I taste her puckered nipples, “you don’t have to do this.”

“Trust me Alison,” I sigh with satisfaction as I leave her tits and move upward along her nude stretched out body. “I may not have to, but I intend to enjoy every bit of your beautiful body.” I pause briefly to nuzzle the little dip where her shoulder meets her torso, and again as I explore the side of her neck under her ear. “Did you know you were teasing me every day with your sexy clothes and wide-eyed innocence?” Maybe this sheltered bombshell is unaware of the looks she must get every day from her fellow students and for that matter her professors too, but by the time I’m done teaching her what I know this sweetie will be a little more aware.

“No,” I’m not sure if she is answering my question or objecting to the way I have turned my attention to her earlobe. I don’t really care either way, because I can feel her desire growing with every minute of this slow seduction. By the time I finally reach her mouth, her kisses are as needy and passionate as I had hoped. As much as I wanted to move on, I took my time kissing her. One of the things my forty years of experience has taught me is the importance women place on kissing. I read in more than one source that more than any other kind of fore play, it is kissing that drives the physiological changes in the vagina. I still haven’t even touched her below the waist, but I’d bet anything that by now she is dripping like a leaky faucet. With that in mind, when I think she’s ready, I commit myself to five more minutes of kissing her sweet lips as my hands roam possessively from her ears, over her shoulders and of curse down to her breasts.

“I’m going to make you cum now, Alison” I growl, my right hand leaving her tit and sliding downward over her belly and through the tuft of light brown curls. “Do you understand?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. P, there’s no point.” Alison tries to twist in my arms, but I hold her firmly. “I can’t climax,” she explains, “whenever I start feeling good like that I tense up, and ruin everything.” Ignoring her protests my hand slips further into the gap between her thighs and I finds as I suspected, a sex that is already slick and open.

“Relax, Angel.” I brush the corner of her open mouth as I lightly trace around the edges of her pussy with my fingertips. She moans sweetly and I can feel her hips arch upward trying to find more pleasure from my teasing hand. I give her what she wants and press hard with my whole hand against the dripping labia and mons. She whimpers in need when I find the little bud hidden at the top of her slit and start the final leg of this marathon.

“Oh, dear Lord in Heaven” she gasps, even now she doesn’t believe she’ll be able to climax. “I can’t, Mr. P.” She pants weakly, “I can’t … I can’t …” it becomes a bit of a mantra for her, and It doesn’t bother me in the least, because it is not her words that that I am interested in but the way her body is responding to the combination of kissing, pinching of her nipple and rubbing her clit. I can feel her getting closer and closer until suddenly Alison jerks in my arms and her whole body stiffens into a rigid arc.