James first

The next day James and I went for a drive in the country. We had taken a picnic, and we ended up in a secluded glade in the New Forest. A stream gurgled gently nearby. We shared a bottle of white wine, and, as we lay kissing, I asked him, “How come you have never made a move on me, James?”

He shifted onto his side and looked me in the eye. “Lucy, I love you,” he said. My stomach tightened at these words, and my heart beat a little faster. “I would love to make love with you, but I’m in no hurry. I love kissing you and holding you, and I am content to wait until you let me know you are ready.”

“I love you, James,” we shared a tight embrace and a long intense kiss. As we pulled apart, I unbuttoned the top buttons on my blouse. “I’d like you to kiss my breasts,” I told him. Gently, almost as if he was afraid I would change my mind he undid the rest of my buttons. I slipped my blouse off and then turned my back to him. “Undo my bra, James,” I said. He unclipped it and I shrugged it off. I felt his arms around me and his hands cupping my breasts. It felt lovely. I relaxed back into his arms as he kissed my neck and softly squeezed my breasts. He took my right nipple between his finger and thumb and squeezed in gently. “That feels so good,” I told him. I could feel my clitoris swelling. I turned and kissed him, unbuttoning his shirt and dragging my nails across his chest. He had a few dark hairs and small nipples. He was kissing me, stroking and squeezing my breasts. I lifted them to his face and he kissed them. It felt heavenly. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked it. Both my nipples swelled, and I felt an ache inside me. He buried his head in my breasts, and I held him there enjoying his hot breath on me.

As he lifted his head I whispered to him, “James, I’m not ready yet to.... to go all the way.”

He smiled and kissed my breast. “That’s okay. I love you. I love this, just being able to kiss you.” He licked my nipple, and I gave a little gasp, it felt so good.

“James, I want to touch you. Can I?” I asked. He looked at me steadily and then nodded. I reached down to unzip him. I was surprised to feel his manhood pressing against the front of his trousers. I tugged his zip down and undid his belt and buttons. He helped me pull his trousers down. I could see the size of his penis standing up inside his trunks. It was larger than I had anticipated. I pulled his trunks down and it sprung free. It was the first erect penis I had seen in the flesh. It was thick and long. It must have been eight inches.

“God you’re big,” I said, and with my hand I reached out to stroke him. He felt soft, like velvet. I was surprised, as he grew visibly bigger at my touch. His testicles looked like they were held tight in a wrinkled sack beneath his penis. When I touched them they felt cool compared to the rest of him. I wrapped my fingers around his penis and held him firmly. He was not circumcised, and, as I drew my hand down his length, his foreskin drew partially back revealing the tip of his penis. It was a pinky purple and looked moist. “Is that okay?” I asked. I did not want to hurt him.

“Lucy, that feels great.”

“I haven’t done this before, so you tell if I get it wrong,” I said as I ran my hand up his length and then down keeping a firm grip all the time. He looked like he was enjoying it. It did it again, slowly establishing a rhythm. The sun was shining on my bare back and my breasts hung free as I masturbated him. The clearing we were in was secluded, but I felt turned on at what were doing in the open. As my hand moved on him, he caressed my breasts. I liked the way he handled me. His hands were strong, and he squeezed my breasts gently, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. I felt so turned on I nearly asked him to fuck me, but I bit my lip. I was not ready for that yet.

“I like wanking you, James. Your cock is so big,” I told him. His eyes widened as if he could not believe the words I was using. “I want to please you, James. I’ll do whatever you want, but in my own time. For now though I’ll wank you whenever you want and wherever you want.” I squeezed his penis a little tighter and pulled the foreskin back from his head revealing his purple knob. “The head of your prick is so big, James. Sometime soon I’m going to be licking it and taking you into my mouth. Would you like that?”

He managed to nod his head. Veins were standing out on his penis. I was worried I might be holding it too tight, but I thought he would tell me if I was. It looked so ugly but somehow I wanted to handle it, to taste it, to take it inside of me. I shuddered. A thrill of pleasure washed through me. I was enjoying myself. I was being dirty and bad. With my left hand I cupped his balls, and with my right I wanked him. My arm was aching, but I was not going to stop. He was breathing heavily, watching my hand moving on his cock.

“I’m close to cuming,” he gasped.

I wanted to see him come. I wanted to experience it. I wanted to see his sperm. “I want you to come for me,” I told him. My hand was moving quickly on him now, and he was moving his hips, thrusting to meet the down stroke of my hand. Each thrust pulled back his foreskin, his cock head pointing upwards. He let out a groan and white spunk spurted out of his cock. I kept wanking him, watching him come, fascinated at how the cum spurted out of his swollen knob. His cum was running down my hand. I thought about tasting it. I had heard that some girls swallowed their boyfriend's cum. “Would you like me to swallow your cum James?” I asked him. He nodded silently.

I laughed and wiped my hand on the grass. “Perhaps I’ll do that when I suck you off,” I said.