To her secret place

The dark basement smelled musty and slightly damp to Hunter's sensitive nostrils, blending with the fecund aroma of Lani's growing arousal. She squeezed his hand as she led him further into the dark, murmuring reassurances that he didn't need, but that seemed intended for herself.

"We're here," she said finally, stopping. "Let me light a candle." There was a metallic scrape and a lighter flared to life as the girl lit several thick candles. A golden illumination revealed an old mattress on the floor, a rolled sleeping bag and a few plastic garbage bags that seemed to contain clothes. She looked at Hunter as she lit the last candle, biting her lip anxiously.

"It's not great but it's dry. And no one else has found it. I'm safe here."

"You haven't brought anyone here before?"

"Um...once...one time..." she stammered nervously.

"Why?"

"Um...you know...it was a guy...you know..."

"For sex," Hunter said with a slow smile. Lani nodded her head, blushing fiercely.

"Is that why you brought me here Lani?" he asked, stepping closer and touching her cheek. She shuddered and bit her lip, shaking her head.

"N...no...I thought...thought we could talk..." she murmured, looking up at his face, her trembling hand reaching up to touch his. He ran his fingers down her cheek and touched her neck, feeling her pulse throbbing under his touch as she gazed into his eyes with uncertainty.

"Sure, we can talk. What do you want to talk about?" He made his voice soft as he came a little closer, their bodies only inches apart as he looked down into her stricken eyes.

"I...I...I don't...I don't know..." she whimpered, the scent of her arousal thickening in his nostrils. He stroked his fingers back up to her cheek, softly rubbing his thumb over her full lips. She gave a sighing gasp, kissing his thumb, then turning her face to nuzzle the palm of his hand, her eyes never leaving his.

"Of course you know," he said softly. "You want to talk about what you want. About what you need."

"I...I don't know..." her voice was little more than a whisper, her tongue flickering out to taste the palm of his hand.

"You've been wanting something for a while now. You're feeling something building inside you. Hot and demanding. It's why you brought me here. To help you quench your fire."

"O..ohh...ohhh.." she moaned softly, pressing her lips against his hand, her eyes growing wide and wanton.

"Take your clothes off Lani," he commanded softly, and she hurriedly obeyed, wrenching at the buttons on her denim jacket and letting her ripe young breasts spill free, then undoing her jeans and tugging them down, her eyes never leaving him as he carefully undressed, laying his clothes atop one of the garbage bags. She was naked far before he was, standing almost shyly, her skin glowing in the candlelight. When he stripped off his boxers to reveal his half hard cock she gave a little gasp, one hand moving protectively to cover her sex.

"This is what you've been needing," he said, stepping towards her and reaching out a hand to touch her face again. Murmuring, she kissed his fingers, then shuddered as he traced them down her throat and over her breasts, gently fondling her sweet orbs and teasing her stiff pink nipples.

"Ohhh....mmmm...ohhh..." she whimpered. The aroma of her nectar redoubled, flooding his nostrils with her hungry need, her ripe young body trembling and pliant at his touch. She looked down at his thickening cock, biting her lip anxiously, one hand still covering her pussy.

"Do...do...you...have...have something..." she asked plaintively, "I...I...have con...condoms..."

"Is that what you want?" Hunter asked softly as he caressed the trembling girl. "Or would you rather have nothing between our flesh? Skin touching skin, flesh touching flesh?"

She whimpered, trembling at his touch, her eyes flickering from his cock to his eyes, her parted lips quivering as she struggled to speak.