Kimberly at home

A couple days after my encounter with Kimberly Daniels at the batting cage, I pull up in front of her duplex. She lives here with her younger sister, a senior in high school; she didn’t get into why her sister lives with her instead of their parents, she just emphasized that she wants me coming around when her sister is off at school. She told me that she’s not supposed to have vaginal sex for a while because of some sort of malformation, or something like that. If I’m guessing right from what she said and didn’t say, her long-time boyfriend dumped her when he found out he wouldn’t be able to fuck her for a while and she’s had a few months to get really horny. Anyway, I’ll need to keep it to oral—I asked if I could finger her, and she said yes, but only a little—but she got really excited at the thought. Sounds like she never got that from her boyfriend, even though they’d been together for years.

Kimberly answers the door dressed in a thigh-length silvery silk men’s button-down shirt, completely unbuttoned, and black silk boyshorts. Her open shirt makes it obvious that she’s not wearing a bra; the thinness of the silk makes it clear that her nipples are large and erect. Her tits swing as she moves, leaving the shirt fluttering but clinging to her skin, keeping her covered even as it looks like it’s about to reveal everything. The effect is highly erotic up close, without giving a show to anyone who might be watching from a distance.

A smile of pure pleasure lights up Kimberly’s face when she sees me. She draws me in with one hand, closing the door behind us. I can feel her hand on me trembling very slightly. She looks into my eyes, then looks down and away, seemingly at a loss for words. With a start of surprise, I realize she’s nervous and unsure of herself. I reach out and gently lift her chin with two fingers until I’m looking into her eyes again. Before I can say or do anything else, her sense of humor kicks in. She gives me a wobbly little grin and says, “So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?”

I start laughing, and Kimberly laughs with me, her tension easing. I realize that I’ve seen her as a great athlete, and then as a client, but now I’m seeing her as a woman. With delight, I realize I like the woman I’m seeing. I gather her in my arms and give her a long, gentle kiss, stroking her sleek back through the silk, from her shoulder blades to her tight, muscular little ass. At first, her response is hesitant, but slowly she relaxes into my embrace and begins kissing me back with interest. When I break off the kiss, I pull back to look at her and ask softly, “So, does that mean I need to search you?”

Kimberly’s eyes blaze with lust and she says in a rough whisper, “Oh, yes. Strip search.” Then she twines her fingers through my hair and pulls me in for another kiss. I squeeze her ass hard with both hands, then fondle her through the silk; she grinds herself against me. Oops—better get my pants out of the way, I think. I pull my hands around to quickly undo my belt and open my zipper. I let my pants fall, then step out of them; she moves with me without ever breaking the seal of her hungry lips on mine, then starts grinding her crotch hard against my boxer-clad boner.

I break off the kiss and say, “I think I need to start by patting you down first.” I turn Kimberly around in my arms and lightly cup her soft boobs. She reaches back to interlace her fingers around my neck and shimmies her body against mine, pressing her ass against my dick. She turns her head and finds my lips with hers again, teasing them with her tongue as she dances in my arms. I take my time getting a feel for her breasts, learning their curves with my hands and feeling their soft resilience when I squeeze them gently; I’d guess they’re somewhere in the C-cup range. I take her shirt in my hands and stroke her tits all over with the fabric, then let go, find her silk-covered nipples, and give them both a good pinch. She gasps into my mouth and pushes her ass hard into my crotch, then grabs my hands, crosses them over each other, and puts them under her shirt on her bare breasts.

I shift my mouth to Kimberly’s neck, kissing and sucking its flawless column, then nibble on her delicate ear and trace its edge with my tongue. Every time I touch her nipples, she moans and trembles, so I focus my attentions there. I pinch them lightly and whisper, “Do my hands feel good on your perfect tits, Kimberly?” She moans softly and I ask, “Have they ever been worshiped like they deserve?” She gives a small shake of her head and moans a little louder. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need, sexy girl.”