My admission of my inexperience.
Based on a post by SandyMarl, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.
Far from mocking me, this young woman seemed to be encouraging me. Understanding that I could trust Rory with my secrets gave me a feeling of protective invincibility toward her. A heavy weight evaporated from my gut, I felt weightless and ready to float away to heaven. We were enchanted with one another and enchanted by the giddy possibility of tonight's potential. Potential to go to new places with one another, places which neither of us had been able to reach in our earlier, awkward younger days.
The strong tug of my sensual male desire was undeniable as Rory sat partially undressed in the silver light of the moon, but equally undeniable for me was a sudden, overwhelming sweet intimacy that swept over me as I looked at her, mixing lust with affection. I wanted to ravage her. I wanted to possess her and sweep her away to be all mine.
"Carl, you're standing there like a silly goose in the moonlight. Didn't you once promised a girl to combine your cookie fortune with hers. But sir, both of those intriguing fortunes are still dangling out there unfulfilled as the full moon rises." Rory humphed again in her unique way, a cute idiosyncrasy of which I was growing quite fond. "And here I sit, a girl half undone, waiting for her wishes to be fulfilled under the full moon. Didn't you once tell a young lady that the bitterest of regrets come from a failure to try, not from trying but failing?"
I laughed at hearing my own contrived wisdom being quoted back to me. "I am fortunate to have such a wise and beautiful young lady sitting before me under a full moon. Thanks for not snickering at my admission of my inexperience."
With a new found confidence and a growing sense of naughty adventurousness I took a bow, dipping my head and sweeping my arms wide with upturned palms as if I were in a position to grant Rory her request, "As you wish. Let us not risk the calamity that befalls those who ignore the voice of a stale cookie." Any hesitancy or awkwardness vanished in the moonlight as the promise of good sexy fun began to unfold before us moonstruck flirts.
Rory gave a little giggle and threw her shoulders forward and pulled off her bra and handed it to me. I folded it in half and laid it on top of her folded blouse and shorts. I was stunned. A cute girl who was my accidental dinner date about two hours ago had just bared her beautiful breasts to me with unabashed glee. I was charmed. I was throbbing and stiff. The sight of her perfect pair of white breasts seemed all the whiter and purer in contrast to her silver dollar sized dark areolas spreading like a deep moon shadow, nearly covering the whole tip of her wondrous orbs.
Rory folded her hands behind her head and gave a little shimmy to her shoulders, wagging her tits in a playful private show for me. The wiggle and jiggle of Rory’s teasing with her magnificent, curved feminine forms undid me. I gulped and locked my knees to brace myself against the sudden instability that buckled my legs and loins. The mesmerizing power of Rory’s bare breasts under the full moon drove me into a state of crazed lunacy. I wish that I could say that I used a suave, debonair motion toward my beckoning little mermaid, but I think the reality was more like a swoon, catching my fall as I dropped next to a topless Rory seated on her quarried block.
I scooted my hips next to Rory’s bottom and reached over to run my hand through her wavy hair draped over her left shoulder. Rory stiffened her spine, bowing her shoulders back so that her breasts presented full and firm as she kept her gaze out over the dark water. Rory seized a quick, sipping gulp of air the instant I touched her neck. Her breaths became rapid, her breasts heaved in the humid darkness as she studied the moonlight playing on the glassy surface of our secluded Dam Luck swimming hole. Rory’s head was motionless while I caressed the nape of her neck and watched her breasts rise and fall with profound gratitude for this girl who had serendipitously fallen in with me.
My turbulent sexual excitement grew as I realized my good fortune to be alone with her this evening. I moved my fingers across her shoulder and let them fall along the slope of her upper breast as I pressed my lips to her ear and took tiny nibbles with my lip-covered teeth. Rory rewarded me with tremorous yips as the pace of her breathing quickened and she slumped into my side. I touched the tip of my wet tongue into her ear, bringing an escaping series of quick sighs from Rory’s throat, having burst free from the pent up frozen breaths inside her chest. I traced my fingertips along the curvature of her smooth breast, crossing the dark moon shadow surrounding her pert, taut, upturned nipple and gave her rigid berry a little squeeze. With a loud, low moan Rory shuddered and slumped into my chest.
With a quick twist, Rory sprung around to face me, her hands flew to my head's side, grabbing my ears and holding me tight as she planted her lips against mine with a fierce and passionate peck. She held my head in a tight embrace as she mauled my mouth with greedy, spasmodic movements as she hummed and whimpered through her messy process of devouring my kisses. She was hungry and greedy, and a great kisser.
I kept my hands on Rory’s warm, smooth and fascinating breasts the best I could while I thrilled to the new and untold pleasure of a woman's passionate kisses galloping across my face. I cupped my hands under Rory’s titties, falling in lust with the feel of their heft as they rested in my palms, so smooth, curvy and sexy. The tender touch of a woman's bare breast was an exquisite dream come true after years of lustful imagining.
With slow, sensuous petting I let my fingers crawl back to her hard nipples. I was gasping in sexual exhilaration as I pinched her spongy tissue between thumb and forefinger, exploring her with small tugs on her nips before I released them. I palmed them once again, lifting them in my hands like a silken sack of precious rubies. I was beside myself in a prickly, tickling buzz of sexual excitement. I got a light grip on her nipples, one in each hand, and I gently pulled them both at the same time, making Rory sweep her hands behind my head and pull me tight to her as she shot her tongue between my lips and teeth.
My first French kiss. It was sloppy, slippery, hot, steamy wet and oh so glorious. Our tongues battled back and forth, first Rory subduing my tongue, only to be counter attacked by my hot tongue forcing itself into her mouth where they twisted and tangled like a pair of mating serpents. We moaned and mauled one another as our arms and hands flailed up and down heads, necks, backs and chests. We were both getting dizzy, in part because of our mutual need for air; so we broke our impassioned lips apart and ceased our moonlight madness for a moment.
I was panting and stroking Rory’s skin and petting her breasts, watching her to see what might happen next. After a moment, I reached up to brush Rory’s cheek, she took a deep breath and wrapped her arm around my shoulder and whispered to me, "Wow. I never felt anything like that before. I'm addicted to you now; like there was a drug in my fortune cookie."
I gave Rory a hug, "Yeah Rory, that was sweet for me too, and spicy, like a Wok and Roll red plate special. I hope you're not settling for just a make out session; because as I recall, my fortune said something about finding pleasure across the water tonight, and we have yet to cross the water." I nodded my head toward the pool a few feet from where we sat.
Rory gave me one of her humfs, "And as I recall, my fortune said something about my wishes being fulfilled under the full moon. And I think just maybe there are a few unfulfilled wishes yet to be granted to me before this big ol' moon sets on us out here at Dam Luck."
I stood and pressed my hands together in front of my face and bowed deeply toward Rory, saying "A-so." This made Rory laugh at our inside joke.
Peeking at Rory’s flowered panties with a mischievous grin, I said, "Now, it is time to pick some roses. Tell me now if there are any thorns I should know about."
Rory humphed, "I am horny, not thorny."
I stood silent and motionless looking over at her tits from under my eyelids. Rory leaned back, bracing herself with her arms out behind her, allowing me the pleasure of admiring her moonlit mounds topped by the magnetic charm of her brassy areolas at the base of her perfect nipples. I held my stance, not moving, just breathing in the jasmine scented air with loud inhalations. Rory continued to recline in a seductive manner as my eyes scanned her over and over in the stillness of the evening warmth. I stared at her hard nipples with a long and intense gaze. Rory sat still as the silence between us drew out into a long, aching quiet.
I was aware of my erection. It was a hot iron extending down my right inner thigh, straining with immense force against my underwear. It jerked in tiny, involuntary little spasms at the erotic sight of Rory’s glistening tits displayed in a provocative and inviting pose on the old stone block. The silence stretched out for several more awkward moments, until Rory broke into a girlish giggle as she tossed her hair over her shoulder with a taunting shake of her titties in an effort to break my locked-in, lusting look. Her girlish giggle broke the spell under which her feminine charms had ensnared me. With the playful hint, I stepped toward Rory. She held still as she watched me come stand in front of her and she let out a nervous giggle once again.
I leaned in toward her reclined form, placing my hands next to her hips. I could feel the slinky fabric of her panties against my wrists as I moved my lips to her nose. I gave her a little smooch and then touched the tip of her nose with the tip of my tongue. Rory closed her eyes and drew in a large breath. I followed with another light kiss to her nose, then dropped my lips to hers for a lingering kiss that I held for a long time as Rory’s moist breaths pushed from her nostrils onto my upper lip. With a slinky, slow motion, I parted my lips to let my tongue hunt for her wet mouth. Like a python in search of its prey, I slipped between her lips, easing under her teeth and found her waiting for me. We tangled tongues once again. I came at her flicking and probing her hard teeth, her firm and slippery palette and the succulent, fleshy tongue inflamed by hot breaths rising from her belly. I gave Rory a couple more quick flicks with my tongue and withdrew from her mouth, hunting for more supple flesh.
I gave Rory a kiss on her chin. She threw her head back with eyes closed, exposing her throat in an impassioned pose of surrender. I nibbled, suckled and licked my way down her arched throat as Rory removed the support of her arms and laid flat on her back. I held my lips on her flesh as she adjusted herself, giving her my soft licks and nibbles, eliciting rolling murmurs of pleasure from the woman beneath me.
I let my tongue continue to travel lower, leaving a wet trace from the tip of her nose to the middle of her ribs where her cleavage began. I balanced over my lady as she twitched and squirmed under the teasing touched of my tongue. With heightened anticipation from both above and below, I nuzzled into her right breast as it rose like a beautiful beacon in the light of an early summer's moon.
With the first touch of my face against her breast, Rory raised her hands to her cheeks, holding her face in her palms as she sighed out deep sounds of bliss from between her covering hands. The soft sounds of Rory’s sensual enjoyment stirred me to go for the intimacy which I had often dreamed of; my lips encircled her erect nipple. I closed my eyes as I rolled my tongue over her, taking in every little bump and dip on the surface of her erotic pebble with every sensitive nerve I could employ on my tongue's tip. Rory offered tiny little squeaks as I played with her between my lips.
This was the most wondrous experience in my life. The experience of having a cute young lady willingly offer me this kind of intimate nuzzle with her breasts made me want to howl at the moon. I licked and sucked her right breast; it was such amazing fun, that I found myself wanting to try her left breast. I slid my tongue around her nipple and off to her other waiting twin. It was almost as much fun as the first. Rory simpered and moaned the whole time, keeping me uncomfortably stiff and making me crazy as I listened to her purring sex sounds. Her chest was covered with my spit; I was drooling over her when I straightened up to take an appreciative look at the banquet spread out before me.
"Now, about this rose garden, " I hovered over her belly with my arms straight at her sides as
Rory remained on her back. At my question, Rory raised her legs into the air up along my sides. I stepped back, took another admiring look at the girl before I let my desires carry me away. I plunged back between her up stretched legs, rolling my open hands up her legs until I reached the lacey waistband circling her hips. I slipped my fingers under the fabric at each hip and worked her panties off of her, slipping them off over her thighs, knees and ankles until they were but a trophy bouquet of flowery sweet nothings wadded up in my fingers. I unwadded her dainties and folded them up nice and placed them in the pile on top of her bra and street clothes.
Rory sat up, crossed her legs with a last vestige of modesty, hiding her cunny below a thick bush of dark hair that made an erotic contrast with her alabaster skin. The view of her pubic hair visible about her demurely crossed thighs gave my pole a jolt as if I was about to cream my shorts. Rory then asked in a shy tone, "What do you think?"
"I'm feeling, not thinking right now," was my best answer.
With a broad grin, but still in a shy voice, Rory asked, "Well Carl, what are you feeling then?"
"I'm feeling quite fortunate to be with you right now. I am feeling sort of fizzy. I feel like this is the most fun I ever had, "
Rory interrupted my stammering attempts at explaining my chaotic feelings, ", that is, 'the most fun you've ever had - with your clothes on', isn't that how that trite phrase goes?"
I laughed an embarrassed laugh as she hinted at the stark disparity in our state of dress.
"Tell me Carl, what else are you feeling right now?" Rory asked as she deliberately dropped her eyes to my crotch where I knew my erect cock was pounding out a prominent profile in my shorts. "Hmm? You can tell me, what are you really feeling?"
It was my turn to be a little shy and modest; I hesitated to explain my man manifestations to a girl. But I had just undressed her and run my hands and tongue over much of her naked body; I owed this naked lady a truthful explanation. "I am feeling really aroused right now. You are stunningly beautiful and very easy to enjoy, both in company and in body. Rory, I can't help it, I have a hot and throbbing boner inside my pants 'cause of you. I'm feeling pretty horny to tell the truth."
Rory let out with a squeaky chortle as she covered her mouth in mock surprise as I bared the truth to her. Rory dropped her hands from in front of her mouth and crossed her arms in front of her chest; "You know what I'm feeling right now Carl? I'm feeling kind warm and sticky; actually rather hot and bothered in this humid night air. I'm feeling ready for a little skinny dipping adventure. A swim across the waters, as it were."
"Excellent observation. Would you care to join me my dear as I seek to find pleasure across the waters tonight?"
"If I joined you in your search for pleasure across the water, do you think that I might have my wishes fulfilled under the full moon?" Rory was sounding quite frisky as she held to the directives found in our fortune cookies.
"I can assure you my lady, I will do all that is in my power to see to it that your wishes, whatever they may be, are fulfilled under this lovely full moon above us."
" - In bed?" Rory added.
We laughed together at her added phrase which began as a flirty, fun little oddity which she had introduced me to at the restaurant; and was now seeming to foretell a possible steamy, entangling encounter where we would both lose our virginity on the shore of Dam Luck.
"Carl, chop, chop! You've got your surprise date all undressed and nowhere to go. Fulfill one of my full moon wishes and drop your trousers young man. Chop, chop!"
Rory leaned back on the large stone and watched me as I pulled my shirt over my head and easily undid my shorts and dropped them to the ground. I turned my back to Rory and bent over and untied my sneakers and took off my socks. "Oh look! I see there is a full moon tonight. It's a fortunate girl who get to enjoy what is coming into view," observed my audience of one in a playful and excited voice.
Rory motioned for me to come a step closer to her, where she eagerly pulled my underwear down to my knees. No surprise, I had a huge boner spring up to salute her. Rory wrapped a hand around my erect poker and said, "This guy looks pretty happy to see me, I am so glad you didn't just have a banana in your pocket."
Rory inspected my soldier with a curious look as she used the tips of her fingers to test the rigid shaft and run her fingers over the fleshy, red hot end of my cock with a couple of exploratory squeezes, just like I'd done when I first touched her nipples. I stood at attention, soaking in the attention of Rory’s light fondling of my branding iron. Rory raised her head to look into my face as she stroked me, at first letting her fingers traipse down the top of my shaft, then returning to the sensitive head before gliding over the tip and stroking the underside of my boner. "Is it all right if I touch your balls Carl?" I nodded my head in ascent, feeling too hypersensitive to converse with words. Rory petted my nuts with the lightest of touches, waving her palm over my tightened scrotum, brushing my bristling pubic hairs. I could feel every follicle rise to her intimate touch.
"Do you like it when I do that?" I again offered a wordless, but vigorous nod in answer to her question while I took shallow, labored breaths.
"Um, me too," she whispered in a sulky voice. Rory rolled her fingers around the girth of my shaft and began to slide her grip up and down the length of my erection. "Is it all right if I do this?" She asked as she studied my face, which was radiating immeasurable bliss.
I spoke, "That feels delightful. But I don't think I will last very long if you keep that up. I'm really hot and horny. I don't know if I can control myself much longer; I'm afraid you'll make me cum before we really get started."
"Should I stop touching you this way, at least for now?"
I sighed, not wanting her to stop, but not wanting to cum too early and disappoint her and make her feel unsatisfied with me as a lover. She was my first lover and I was hers. She deserved more than a quickie from me, I owed her that. We were going to remember this night at Dam Luck for the rest of our lives; I wanted to make it a good memory for both of us. "The night is young," I said as she let go of my pulsing cock. "This all started out as an innocent invitation to go skinny dipping. What if we get back to that plan, I think we're both dressed appropriately to find pleasure across the waters about now."
With a humph, Rory scoffed, "An invitation to go skinny dipping - yes. But an innocent invitation - No, I don't think so Carl. You seem like a nice enough guy, but you are a guy."
"You're the one who insisted that I add 'in bed' to the end of my fortune when I read it to you. What's a guy supposed to think when a pretty young thing tells him to modify his fortune in that way? Huh?"
Rory humphed, "Spoken just like a typical guy."
I shook my head. "OK, I say it's time I seek some pleasure across the waters - in bed; but I doubt I'll find what I'm looking for unless you agree to accompany me. Are you ready?"
Rory dropped her head and gave me a shy chortle as she held up her arms. I took her by the hand and helped her rise to her feet beside her stone slab. "Wait here." I said to her as she dropped her hands in front of her cunny.
As promised, I slipped behind some other rocks a little ways away up the shore and hid our clothes. I told Rory, "We've snuck in through the back way into this lake over an abandoned and flooded quarry. Most people come in from the other side, but it is possible that someone else might show up at this spot later on. In that case I can retrieve our clothes without being seen and we can dress again and get home without needing to explain too much." She appreciated the forethought and caution.
I returned to the stone where Rory waited with her legs crossed and her taut titty nipples pointing out across the moonlit waters. I waded into the shin-deep water at the front of the stone and Rory climbed onto my back, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding my neck and pressing her nipples into my shoulder blades. As Rory held on, I waded deeper into the water. I was about to warn her that I was not sure where the drop-off into the deep began, and it could be sudden. But I never got the chance, the next step had me in over my head. Down we both went. Rory released me with a yelp as we both bobbed to the surface. We were laughing as I asked, "Is there a Red Cross card holder in the house?"
Rory said, "I can save you," and she reached below the surface and grabbed my cock and began to tow me back toward shore.
I said, "If you pull too hard, I'd rather be dead." She let my cock go and said that she needed to check airways. She put her lips to mine, but she didn't exhale very hard as we dog-paddled in the warm water tightly embracing.
Rory apologized, "I hope I didn't grab your cock too hard; that move is not sanctioned by the American Red Cross. If I did hurt you in any way, I might be able to make it up to the big guy a little later on." She again reached down under the water and gave my cock a comforting few strokes as if to say, 'can we still be friends'?
We frolicked in the warm and refreshing water as we slowly paddled our way across the little lake. I could not get enough of caressing her breasts as I watched them float, buoyant and luscious just under the water's surface. Rory liked to swim over next to me and climb onto my back as I carried her further out into the moonlit pool. After paddling and playing for a little ways, I would roll over, dunking Rory under the water. I would swim up behind her, cupping her breast in each hand, palming her hard nipples before letting my hands dive down her belly where I could feel her pubic hair filter between my fingers.
As I swam behind Rory, my stiff cock would rub up against her ass and surf up her back. I imagined my cock slipping inside her wet, virgin cunny. As I swam with Rory’s back at my chest, I experimented with angles and positions, hoping that if it came to making love to a girl for the first time tonight, that I'd act like I knew where and how all of the tabs and slots were to connect. Rory may have suspected what I was up to. When she felt my log poke around her ass, she would float rather than swim and give pleasant umm sounds as I played around her cunny's back porch trying to gain my range for landing a good first time fuck.
After titty groping and some underwater bluffing flying fucks, Rory would then switch places and climb on me, fondling my ass as she stretched up to nibble my ear and wrap her legs under my hips and grind her cunny on my back and ass.
Once we were in the middle of our moonlit pool, I said, "I have a riddle for you: What is hard, cylindrical and full of seamen?"
Rory snickered, "I give up, you tell me."
"OK, I'll give you a hint." I rolled over to float on my back and floated into a position so that my erection stood above the water's surface.
I made sonar pinging sounds and she then said, "Oh, I thought you were talking about your cock, it being hard and full of semen and all, but you wanted me to say a 'submarine!'"
"Aye aye Captain! Periscope up!" I said as I paddled again so that my erection extended above the surface.
"What do those seamen see when their periscope is up?" Rory inquired.
"They see a beauty on her maiden voyage."
Rory, giggled at that, and asked "Should I be concerned about being way out here in the middle of the ocean with a submarine full of seamen watching me? I mean, might I get 'torpedoed' or something?"
"You are my quarry in this quarry."
"Don't get redundant with me young man!" was her response as she splashed a handful of water into my face.
"But surely you must have your own defenses from submarine attacks, allow me to check." I put my arm around Rory’s waist and pulled her close to me and ran my fingers down below the waterline and between her frog-kicking legs. I slid my fingers up the inside of her legs and exclaimed, "Good God! Woman. You have a torpedo tube, but alas it is empty!"
Rory sighed. "Hum. Too bad, I hope that is OK - for now."
We embraced as we tread water, each of us letting our hands roam across the enticing body opposite us, feeling for underwater treasures and dreaming of rich and intimate experiences. We paddled and fondled our way through the dark water, crossing over to the trees on the far shore. I suggested we get out and drip dry off on some of the large quarried blocks left abandoned at the edge of the water.
I placed my hand under Rory’s tush and boosted her out of the water so she could climb onto one of the large stone blocks. I stroked Rory’s belly, breasts and bottom as she leaned into me, "Carl, whisper my fortune from dinner tonight into my ear. Do you remember it?"
I teased her, "Ah Rory, my mind has moved on quite a bit since I first saw you walk into The Wok and Roll, it said something about a full moon? Yes, it's coming back to me now, 'Your wishes will be fulfilled under the full moon, under the full moon, in bed, wasn't that the whole deal?"
"Yes it was." She said with a sigh. "Do you know what my wishes are under the full moon tonight?"
"I think they might be the same as mine", I answered. "That silvery moon looks like a 'Big O' up there in the sky doesn't it?"
"Carl, your fortune said that you would find pleasure across the water, and here we are, our fortunes have crossed so well tonight."
"Just damn luck? Or sweet fortune cookie magic?" I asked.
Rory mused, "Maybe a little of both. Or maybe a lot of both. I don't really understand how this has all happened. I like it though, it's sweet. All of this makes a girl think about her wishes you know."
To be continued in part 3, by SandyMarl for Literotica.
