Traci plays teacher.

Traci didn’t criticize my eager fondling of her tits, and she didn’t push me away just because I was overenthusiastic. Instead, she grabbed my hands in hers and guided me. It was like she was still playing with herself, except my hands had gotten caught between her hands and her body.

Traci moved my hands slowly around her full breasts, sometimes rubbing them with my fingers, other times cupping them with my palms, but steering clear of her sensitive nipples at first. I hadn’t realized such soft touching could feel good--I guess I always figured if I liked a firm hand on my cock, women would want equally rough treatment.

I still wasn’t convinced that Traci needed all this foreplay given how wet she seemed to be, but she was determined to correct my clumsy moves, and I guess she was so horny that having to teach me didn’t take the edge off. Besides, I was pretty sure she liked having an excuse to tell me what to do.

After we’d practiced stroking her soft titflesh, she brought the tips of my fingers to her swollen nipples. She had me gently roll them around without pulling on them, stimulating them without hurting her. “A girl knows how much force feels good, Mike,” she reminded me, “but you shouldn’t risk it. Play it safe and go gentle, she’ll appreciate it.”

After leading me through fondling her tits and nips, I got the sense that Traci was ready to move on to the next lesson.