Confessions of a Fledgling Flasher Pt. 02

This was so exciting! In my fantasies, I had imagined he would already have fucked me at least once by now, but this unexpected twist had me on pins and needles. Eagerly I complied, lying down, lifting my knees and then spreading my legs as he stood over me watching.

Absolutely breathless with anticipation, I looked up to him. "Is this what you want, Mr. Taylor?"

He nodded. "You are truly a ravishingly hot and sexy young lady, Jenny Lynn."

Ever since I had taken off my leotard, he'd seen me completely naked close up and in more than one position. Yet for a long moment, as Mr. Taylor stood looking down at me and appearing to be shaking his head lost in wonder, I swam in a pool of pure exhibitionist bliss while lying back and watching him feast his eyes on my body. That he had said, 'hot and sexy' rather than pretty or even beautiful, made me feel so hot and sexy. Somehow, everything he did was so absolutely perfect. The complete opposite of my experiences with boys my own age.

He stepped around and knelt down between my ankles. Scooting his knees back and bending down so that he was lying on his stomach and up on his elbows, he looked up at me from between the spread of my legs. "You can sit up and lean back on your hands if you like, Jenny Lynn." His voice sounded so calm, so mature manly. "It'll help you to watch what I'm doing."

Instantly, I sat up. Spreading my hands out to the sides and looking down in stunned delight, I watched Mr. Taylor place a gentle kiss first on my innermost right thigh and then on my left. Once again, that he didn't rush and was so slow and deliberate in everything he did caused my excitement to surge. Using his thumbs to pull back the hood covering my swollen, pink rosebud, when it popped out into view I watched him give the tip such a soft and gentle little kiss. The touch of his lips was so delicate; in a single instant he sent another quaking shiver coursing through me. With my heart racing once again and my breath coming in ragged gasps; I suspected this little quiver of an orgasm was nothing compared to what would come.

Lifting his lips and licking then, obviously savoring my taste, ever so gently he slid his tongue down, all the way down. He ran his tongue around and around the opening of my vagina, then pushing only just the very tip of his tongue down into me for a few brief seconds; he then licked me back up between the spread of my lips until once again he rediscovered my clit. Mr. Taylor then did something truly wonderful with the tip of his tongue, moving it in slow circles all around and around this ultra-sensitive bit of my most intimate femininity. Except for a couple times during sleepovers with Kaylee when she had touched me between my legs while we pretended I was making out with a boy I liked, I had never had anyone other than me my touch my little rosebud before today. I didn't have much experience with boys my own age, but it seemed all they knew how to do was to stick their middle finger up inside me. Yet the sensations I was experiencing from what Mr. Taylor was doing to me with his tongue and lips were those of a mature man who knows exactly what he's doing. Looking down and watching him as he left no intimacy untouched and went from one exquisite lick and tickle to another using just his tongue and his lips was the most wonderfully erotic and sensually powerful experience, far beyond any pleasure I had ever imagined. That what he was doing was so different and unexpected compounded the level of my excitement tenfold. When again he took my clit up between his lips and gently kissed the tip, almost immediately, I thought I was going to have another orgasm. Yet just as I was almost there, he stopped, looked up and cast me a quick and sly little look.

"Oh, don't stop!" I begged. "Please! Please, don't stop!"

I'll always remember that sly grin he gave me just before he dropped his eyes back down and suddenly sucked my clit back up into his lips and began to suckle on that little mound of pink flesh like a baby with a nipple. Sitting up, I had my legs spread as wide as I could, and Mr. Taylor had his face turned slightly to allow me to see everything he was doing. Not in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined experiencing anything to compare with this kind of pleasure. Seeing him and feeling him, and hearing his softly impassioned slurping sounds, the way he was suckling on my swollen, pink rosebud was simply too much. Almost instantly his lips overwhelmed me, and I absolutely exploded once again.

This time clenching my teeth did no good, and I made a thoroughly embarrassing amount of noise as I tried not to thrash about with his lips firmly attached to and still suckling on my clit. That he didn't back off or even let go, but kept his lips tightly pressed to me, white tickling at the tip of my clit with the tip of his tongue, the pleasure of it was almost more than I could stand. Shuddering and crying out, I couldn't help but lift my bottom completely up off the pad, and falling back on my elbows I clutched his head in both hands, holding his face pressed tightly between my legs as I shamelessly shivered and quivered. It was incredible, absolutely unbelievable the power of the orgasm pulsing throughout my young body. Every bit like a devastating earthquake, it took more than several minutes for the aftershocks of quaking spasms to subside.

Finally, little by little I came back to this world, let go of his head and dropped my bottom down onto the pad. Sweating profusely and entirely breathless, when my eyes flashed open and I looked down to his face and saw him smiling up from between the spread of my legs; somehow I fell back into our little game. "Whew!" I blew out an enormous exhale. "I think the cramp is all gone now, Mr. Taylor. Thank you so much."

His face between my legs and his eyes to mine, his lips, cheek and chin glistened with my juices. "Yes, Jenny Lynn, you seem much more relaxed now. I'm so very glad I was able to help."

When he got to his feet, I could tell he was more than a bit shaky himself. "So, young lady." He clapped his hands together. "What piece of equipment would you like to try out now?"

The piece of equipment I wanted to try out was the straining bulge in his trousers. I wanted to kneel before him, unzip and unbuckle his trousers, then pull them and his underwear down about his ankles and see his swollen cock point straight towards me. A year or so ago I had a boyfriend, Jimmie, who when we could get off alone, he would let me stroke his erection and play with his balls. The first time in my life I had ever touched an erect penis, Jimmie and I had been in a pool playing around, and he had 'accidentally' let his hands slide down the top of my bathing suit as we took turns dunking each other. I had responded by reaching my hand up the leg of his swimsuit and then stroking him until he came right in my hand.

What I wanted now was to touch Mr. Taylor's erection. I wanted to see it, and I wanted to stroke it. Perhaps even kiss it, and then take him up into my mouth and have him teach me how to suck a man. And yes, I especially wanted him to put it up inside me and fuck me. I so very rarely used that word, as it could be as ugly as it was powerful. Yet to have Kaylee's dad fuck me was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to lie down right here on this mat and to spread my legs for him as wide as I could once again. I wanted Mr. Taylor to be naked, too, and I wanted him to lie over me, and I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I felt him slide every inch of himself up inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted to feel him squirt up inside me as I had felt Jimmie do in my hand. The desire was so powerful, so all consuming. I could feel the ache for him deep down between my legs, and I again gushed wet as my imagination almost drove me to another orgasm right then and there.

Teetering on the edge of just coming out with it and blurting out, 'What I want is for you to fuck me,' at that moment the phone rang upstairs.

Instantly, we both froze. As if he were mesmerized, he continued standing there looking down at me, but on the third ring he came back to life.

"I think I'd better go get that, Jenny Lynn. It's probably my wife or Kaylee calling to let me know how they are."

It really was hard to find my voice. Yet, I had been oh, so close to saying it. Unfortunately, the fact the phone was ringing served to bring me back from the brink, and reality rushed in. Suddenly I knew exactly how naked I was, and what Mr. Taylor and I were up to. "Of course," though my throat was so dry, somehow I spoke up. "You can say hello to Kaylee for me if you want."

With the real world intruding upon our fun, I could tell something had changed. I could feel it as well as sense it in his voice when he said, "I'm not sure that would be such a good idea, Jenny Lynn. Perhaps we should make sure we keep your workout this evening just between ourselves."

I may have been young and inexperienced, but I knew exactly what Mr. Taylor had been risking by being with me. "Okay, Mr. Taylor." I gave him my most sympathetic and reassuring smile. "You know I would never say or do anything that might hurt you."

He flashed me a smile, then ran upstairs, and I heard him answer the phone on perhaps the eighth or ninth ring. He'd been right. It was his wife. Still naked, I followed him up the stairs, and walked over to where Mr. Taylor was sitting on the couch and talking on the phone.

Even if my pussy was still soaking wet, my throat was so dry. I whispered, "Can I get some water?"

He nodded, and I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, being careful not to make too much noise while doing so. It was spooky to be standing naked in the Taylor's kitchen. Seeing my own naked reflection in a window brought it all back to me in waves of Déjà vu. We had come so close to doing it that day with me bent over his kitchen table. I had been so tempted to just have reached back around and tugged his tennis shorts down, and then stuck out my bottom to make it easy as pie for him to enter me. That day the spoiler was Kaylee almost walking in and catching us. Now, tonight, it had just really been getting good again when that damn phone rang. A bit dejected, I walked back and stood in front of Mr. Taylor. As he sat on his couch and spoke with his wife, I found it was a thrill to look around the living room and know I was standing here pretty as you please and completely naked. Then another thought came to me, and I stepped in closer to him and stood very still with my pussy only a foot from his eyes.

Slowly, I drank my water while he talked on the phone. That, too, provided an unexpectedly pleasant titillation in that the entire time, Mr. Taylor was talking to his wife he was staring straight between my legs. When his free hand reached out and began to caress my thigh, I took it, and moved it up to my pussy.

As Mr. Taylor looked up to me, he had a strangely questioning look on his face.

Keeping my voice extra low, I whispered, "Please."

When he didn't withdraw his hand, putting my empty glass down on the table beside the couch, I spread my feet wide apart on the carpet. Almost at once, his fingers began to explore me all up between my legs, even reaching all the way back and in so he could squeeze both my cheeks. Then drawing his fingers back between the open spread of my legs, I had no idea how Mr. Taylor could manage to concentrate on his conversation. While he continued to listen and talk to his wife on the phone, he alternated between tickling my little rosebud with his thumb and slipping the tip of his middle finger up inside me.

The only light in the room came from the lamp on the table beside the couch. Half in and half out of shadow, this was the very same living room where I had first revealed my breasts to him. Now, here I was completely naked and standing here looking down and studying his face while enjoying the dual sensations of seeing the excitement in his eyes and feeling his fingers tickling and stroking me.

When at last he slipped his middle finger all the way up inside me, I was so young and so tight I couldn't help but gasp. I don't think it was so loud his wife could have heard, but it was then that he finally took his eyes away from my pussy long enough to look up and into my eyes. I was so tight, but so wet, too. A moment later when he bent his finger and began to stroke upon my pubic bone, it provided such a thrill to see the expression on his face react to quick shiver he almost instantly caused to pass through me.

This was another plateau achieved. In my mind, as I had fantasized and envisioned what we might do to together, it was one thing for him to see me naked and to see my breasts, my nipples, and my bare butt. Yet it was something else again to have him touch me between my legs, and another for him to suckle on my little rosebud, and still yet another to have him actually put a part of his anatomy up into me, even if it was only his finger.

Yet the crowning glory, which I had so wantonly craved only a few minutes ago, I wasn't so sure right now if we would achieve that goal, at least not tonight. I really and truly did want him to fuck me. If he had put the phone down right then, and asked me to lie down on the couch and spread my legs, I would have done so without a moment's hesitation. I would have. I desperately wanted to, especially now that he had his finger up inside me. When at last he finally slid his hard dick all the way up into me, it would no longer be about games, pretense or thresholds. As young and inexperienced as I was, I didn't think there could be any more levels after having gone all the way. Yet in the back of my mind, I suspected if anyone knew of something more, it would be Mr. Taylor.

Tickling and tugging at my own nipples while thinking about all this and soaking up the sensation of his finger stroking me in and out, suddenly I noticed the clock on the wall. To my horror, I realized it was a few minutes past ten o'clock, and I had told my mom I would be home by ten at the latest. I tapped his forearm and whispered in a dry hush, "I have to go."

I pulled myself away his hand, which made a surprisingly loud little slurping sound as his finger came out of me. It was so loud I actually hoped his wife hadn't heard. Stepping back, I whispered, "Tomorrow night?"

Holding the phone cupped closely to his mouth and firmly against his ear, he nodded, and I turned and raced down to the basement. In the bathroom, I quickly washed my pubic area and then got dressed. Then, hearing Mr. Taylor still talking to his wife, I went upstairs, waved to him, and then let myself out and hurried all the way home.

It was almost eleven when I ran through the door. Immediately, I began apologizing to my mom, telling her that Mr. Taylor's equipment was wonderful, but more complicated than I had realized. I decided to embellish slightly to make sure I kept him properly protected from any suspicion and added that I had trouble figuring it all out as the entire time I was there, Mr. Taylor had been upstairs working in his office. Without him to help, I told her I'd been a bit lost, and while trying to figure out all the machines, I had lost track of time.

I finished up by telling her, "Mr. Taylor invited me back tomorrow evening." Surprisingly, my mom said that would be fine, "but try a little harder to get home by ten. It's just not safe for a young girl to be out by herself at that time of night."

She then suggested, in her very nice way, I could do the family a favor if I was to take a shower before going to bed. I laughed, and told her that I had planned to take one at Kaylee's house, but when I realized how late it was, I didn't want to be even later so I changed out of my work out clothes and ran straight home.

As I turned to go to my room, my mom softly tugged at my ponytail. "I was wondering what's the matter? You're so flushed; you look like you must have run all the way home."

I went upstairs, took a quick shower, then came down dressed in my proper nightie and gave my mom and then my dad a very daughterly kiss on the cheek. While walking back to my room, I flashed upon the idea of 'what if' I was to have Kaylee over one night, and I caught her letting my dad peek down her nightie. Or, 'what if' I were to catch her in the kitchen with my dad, just as Kaylee had almost done with me and her dad. Strangely, I found the idea both disturbing and exciting. If I was to happen upon Kaylee and my dad doing any of the things Mr. Taylor and I had done, would I say anything or just watch in silence?

Once I was up in my room, I flung off my nightie, laid atop my covers and instantly began to re-live it all. Every electric moment of every second, step by step. There was the memory of Mr. Taylor peeking at me through the gap in the bathroom's double doors as I changed into my leotard. Then Mr. Taylor's hands on my bare ass, as I stood up on the bike's pedals. Most delicious of these was looking down and seeing as well as feeling his fingers reach up and cup me between my legs. How it tickled when he drew his finger along the crease between my bare cheeks. Then standing right out in the open and stripping naked for him. And, of course, spreading my legs so wide as I sat back on that glorious machine. Even here in my bed, in my mind's eye the thrill was every bit as vivid and as keen as it had been while seeing reflections of myself completely naked in those mirrors covering every wall of Mr. Taylor's work out room.

Too excited to sleep and playing with myself, it all was coming back to me. That first touch of his thumbs spreading apart the lips of my pussy, and then teasing my clit, which was exactly where my own fingers were dallying at this very moment. Yet the feeling of his lips and his tongue as he sucked upon my swollen pink rosebud, that simply had been too much. As well as reliving the sensations, each time I drew in a breath I could smell the aroma of my sex. Even the sound of it when I stepped back from the couch and his finger slipped out of me! I also found myself filled, metaphorically speaking, with the visual recollection of the outline of his firm cock straining against his trousers, which I had so dearly wanted to set free.

With all this going on in my head, it didn't take long for me to bring myself to another wonderful orgasm. Yet, with my imagination still holding onto a vision of Mr. Taylor's cock slipping into me, somehow I managed to fall into a deep and restful sleep, in which my dreams were all about what I hoped would happen when I returned to his house tomorrow night.