My First Time With a Customer (Pt. 3): Jen & Rob's Educational Affair (feat. surprises, innocence, and lots of cumming!) | 2016

And we're back!! Sorry for taking so long getting this posted, but it's been a bit of a rollercoaster these last few weeks. (More on that later.) Thank you all AGAIN for the positive, encouraging comments on the last story, I can't tell you how much it means to me to have people enjoying these stories and cheering me on. <3

If you're just tuning in: Hi, I'm Jen, welcome to my ridiculous sex adventure! You can read Part 1 and Part 2 if you want! Or get right into it now, if you prefer. :)

TLDR: I work at a car rental agency where I met a smart, sexy, sweet, fun guy (a customer) a couple weeks ago. He's much older than me -- late 40s to my mid 20s -- but I was kind of attracted to him right off. He must have known, since he gave me his number and asked me out to drinks that Friday night. We ended up having a lovely time and I decided I wanted to spend the night with him, so I did. We did the sex! Twice, and once the next morning! It was amazing!! I'm kind of inexperienced (or at least I was, hahaha) and we discovered that we really liked each other and enjoyed a bit of a teacher & student thing. A very willing, very eager student... mmhmm!

Saturday Afternoon

After we'd showered and gotten dressed in Rob's hotel on Saturday morning (me in my night-before dress, very obviously having spent the night with a man unexpectedly! yay!) we decided that I'd go home and change, pack some clothes and supplies, and then we'd meet up for lunch and spend the afternoon and evening together. I sort of assumed I'd spend the night with him again (and the night after that, and the night after that...) and I think he did too. I was still on cloud nine and at that point I didn't want to spend a night alone in my own bed until he was back home. I mean, it'd just be silly to pass on the opportunity, right?? Though I will say that even at that point, I was thinking we might want to slow down on the sexytimes a bit, I was still sore from three rounds in the last 12 hours. (Woe is me, being a small girl with a big strong man! Such is my lot, I suppose.)

Rob got dressed too and walked me out of the hotel, he had a couple errands to run while I went back home. He was holding my hand while we walked out of the lobby (soo cute and sweet), and we stopped in front of the hotel to kiss goodbye. Those kisses lingered a little bit and I started feeling flushed again when I felt his hand slide down my back... I already got a huge thrill out of just kissing this older (sexy, strong, tall, sweet) man out in public like that. It felt like were getting away with something naughty as it was, and then to have him gently cup my ass through my dress, in full view of anyone nearby? Mmm!! Our lips parted and he was looking down and grinning playfully and I kind of wanted to rub him through his pants right there and then, just to see how he reacted (I had a feeling he wouldn't mind), but I just bit my lip and whispered "You're being naughty..." He smiled wider and said "Mhm, and you like it." (This man, I swear. How does he know??)

So we went our separate ways for a while, and I'll skip over some of the routine running-around stuff other than to say that I did call Lauren on the way and we basically talked the whole time. She was alternately thrilled for me ("FINALLY YOU GOT SOME DICK!") and then a little worried, and then a little jealous. I assured her I felt safe and trusted him and that so far there weren't any red flags at all. And then told her how he made me cum with that crazy tongue-related wizardry so she'd know she had good reason to be jealous. (What, you gotta let a girl brag a bit!! I've never had the chance to be the one showing off my hot sex adventures, that was always Lauren. So you're damn right I'm going to take full advantage of it!)

Anyway I got to my place and packed clothes, my laptop, my book, the one set of cute underwear and a negligee (that I bought with my last boyfriend and wore like once), my PJs and all that stuff. Grabbed my vibrator just in case, too. Who knew what might happen? (I'll confess that I kind of had a fantasy about a guy using toys on me, so why not make that happen now that I had the chance?? I'm all about maximizing the potential here, guys.) I was feeling really excited but kind of fluttery, thinking about what we might get up to that night. Really, just thinking about spending the day with him, having a long 'date' and being together out in public was sort of thrilling. I had asked earlier that morning if he wanted to go out and do something after lunch, since I kind of wanted to spend normal time (you know, clothed and stuff) together. I'll admit, it was a sappy kind of... wanting us to be a real couple for at least a little while, not just hooking up. He kind of seemed to want the same thing, too.

Okay so fast forward: I finished up at home and then left my place, texted him to see if he was done with his errands, and he replied a few minutes later and said he was almost done and would be at the restaurant in a half an hour. I'd changed into a cute pale green summer dress and wedges and put a bit of a wave in my hair. I felt cute and sexy and was looking forward to looking pretty for Rob. (Which is all new for me, by the way... I've never been one to dress up or do tons of makeup or whatever but now I had a sexy man to look nice with!)

Rob and I met back up for lunch at an Indian restaurant that I love and wanted to introduce him to. He ended up really liking it even though he hadn't had Indian cuisine before, which was another point in his favor (one of many, as you might suspect). After lunch we dropped off my car and decided to go to a museum downtown (another of my favorite local things) where we spent a few hours wandering. He was sweet and curious about everything and we walked around holding hands or having our arms around each other almost the whole time. It was a strange kind of exciting, especially how he wasn't hesitant about being affectionate with me. I kind of expected him to be more reserved and cautious about being that way in public but he didn't seem to care. We did get a few weird looks, too! Nothing really obvious but I saw a few double-takes in the museum. I wondered if people were thinking he was my dad or uncle until they saw us kissing. Or if he was my boss or professor. Which... yeah, yes, okay fine it turned me on a little. There, I said it, okay??

I think part of what was giving me that little thrill was the whole idea that it looked like we might be doing something wrong (deliciously, naughtily wrong!) just because of that age difference. Like the simple existence of our relationship -- a cute young woman and a handsome older man, openly affectionate with some clear sexual attraction between us -- was in itself somehow provocative. It made people stare! Even though there was nothing at all illicit going on (other than us just being strangers a few days before, I guess) it was somehow racy and licentious. (Mm, see, I love that word.) So even though we weren't being sexual with each other at all, I was kind of in this state of heightened sensuousness, like a background hum of low-grade arousal.

We eventually left the museum and were going to go back to the hotel, where Rob said he had some surprises for me. I kept pestering him to tell me more but he wouldn't, he just kept laughing and saying I'd find out when we got home. (He said "home!" I melted a little, like for just a few days we had this space together, it was cute. Shut up!) We got in the truck and Rob was driving and resting his hand on my thigh. I was holding his arm in one hand while we were talking. and he was kind of absently stroking my bare knee. Which was giving my newly-awakened horny side some ideas, so I looked over at Rob and was probably smirking but he was watching the road so I decided to be subtle (that's me, totally subtle and not awkward at all!) and started slowly pulling my dress up with my other hand. Just an inch or so at a time, with slight little movements of my fingers gathering up folds of the flimsy material.

My hemline slipped further up my thighs and I kept glancing over at him to see if he was noticing. We were talking about the election and other such not-sex-related-stuff and I was being a bad girl and he finally looked over and saw me smiling and biting my lip with my dress halfway up my legs. His eyes lit up and he grinned and I shifted in my seat a little so my legs were a little more open, then he slid his fingers up along my bare thigh and caressed my soft skin there. I murmured something like "Mmhm yes please" under my breath and he moved his eyes back to the road (thank goodness) but kept stroking, moving his fingers a little further with each sweep, getting closer and closer to my underwear. I shivered a little and felt my cheeks and chest flush pink and hot (I blush really really easily) and ran my hand down the inside of his arm, encouraging him to touch me more intimately.

His strong fingers finally pressed against the sheer material of my peach-colored panties and I moaned in a low voice when he touched me. It felt so incredibly hot to have him gently rubbing my lips through my panties while we were in a car out in public. Rob made a pleased comment about me being rather forward and I grinned and reminded him that he'd wanted to bring out my inner vixen, and he laughed softly while slipping his fingers underneath the edge of my underwear. (Ohhhh my gosh, when he does that I just shiver every time.)

My lips were immediately wet when he slipped his fingers between them and stroked my slit gently, making me squirm in the seat and sigh. He touch felt so naughty and good that I just closed my eyes and slid back in my seat with my thighs open and my skirt pushed all the way up, exposing my underwear. Rob had to take his hand away to drive (eliciting a quiet whimper from yours truly) but I stayed sitting like that and kind of looked down at myself and felt kind of dirty and sexy all at once. Especially the way my panties were pushed to the side, revealing my glistening lips and a little tuft of dark pubic hair... it just felt so hot. I reached down and used my own fingers to resume what his had started, and Rob made this surprised but pleased "Mmmh" sound in his chest as he watched briefly, which turned me on even more.

I watched him try to focus on the road while I gently touched myself and made quiet sounds of pleasure and I loved seeing him struggle to look away from my body. Just teasing him like that was this delicious little thrill, even though it was probably dumb to do so while we were on the road. Fortunately we were close to the hotel by this point because some unsafe driving was going to happen shortly. (Or we could just find a parking lot somewhere...)

When we got back and parked, I pulled my panties back into place and we leaned together and kissed. I could feel his hands roaming my body and I loved knowing that he wanted me right then. Finally we pulled away from each other and Rob looked back behind us and made a joke about how big the back seat was. which actually sounded kind of hot but we did have a very large bed nearby. We went back inside and his hand was on my ass in the elevator, and I was still really turned on but I'll admit I kind of wanted to slow it down a bit as I was still sore from this morning (and the two times last night). We got back in the room and I turned to him and we kissed again. As we parted, his hands were pulling my dress up but I had to kind of step back a minute and catch my breath.

I looked up at him sheepishly and admitted that I was a little sore (which I felt dumb saying since I'd just encouraged him to fingerbang me in the car) and he kind of laughed and said he understood. I think he was a little disappointed that he couldn't just bend me over right there (and let me say, faithful readers, SO WAS I) but he suddenly smiled and pointed into the bedroom. "Actually, your surprises are in there and this would be the perfect time to open them," he said with an expectant grin. I had momentarily forgotten but then I got excited wondering what he had brought so I threw myself up against him and gave him another kiss and went to tug him into the bedroom with me. He told me he'd be right there, to go in and get the bag sitting on the bed.

I did as I was told (see, I can be a good girl too!) and went into the bedroom. He swatted my butt on my way past him, which made us both laugh for some reason. I could hear glass clinking and a pop in the other room as I sat on the bed next to the white gift-bag. Rob came in with a glass of wine in each hand and a grin on his face. He held one glass out to me and I took it a little too eagerly (Wine? In the middle of the day?? Why, I don't mind if I do!) and then we clinked glasses and each took a sip. "Soooo, presents??" I said with a huge smile.

Rob laughed and gestured to the bag. "Yes ma'am, presents indeed. Didn't have wrapping paper on hand, but I think we'll be okay. Go on ahead, see what's in there." I smiled again (for some reason the idea that he's buying me gifts already made me all tingly) then set down my wineglass on the table next to the bed before diving in to the bag. The first box I pulled out left me slightly confused until I turned it around in my hands and realized what it was.

"Ohmygod ROB!!" I shrieked. "Are you serious right now??" He practically collapsed laughing at my reaction. "Keep going," he said. "There's more."

I pulled out another box. And another discreet plastic package. A small bottle of liquid with an enticing scent. And so on. I was blushing furiously and kind of lost for words and Rob's just grinning and chuckling as my reaction gets more and more emphatic.

You guys. SEX TOYS. All manner of sex toys. Massage oil, a nice high-quality dildo, one of those 'fingertip massage' things, a butt plug (!!), some anal beads (!!!!) and even a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. "I've never... where did you... how..." I stammered, still flushed pink and feeling tingly and oh yes that would indeed be more wetness in my panties now wouldn't it. Rob just grinned that sexy man-grin of his and shrugged, feigning innocence. "I just looked up some local stores is all," he drawled. "Figured you might like a little something to play with." My eyes must have lit up as I scooted over to him and gave him a long, lingering kiss. "Oh I think I've found something to play with," I whispered, running my hand up his thigh and then rubbing him through his pants, "But it's not little... at all." It was such a cheesy line I started giggling into our kisses and then he started laughing too.

(Okay, can I just say how much I adore that about this man?? Sex is just plain fun with him. We can go from passionate making out to laughing joke around and back again so easily. It's so refreshing to be able to be lighthearted about it. Girls, you know what I'm talking about?!?)

So after some more kissing and making out and caressing and maybe some groping, he got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. I just watched and waited, wondering what he was doing (he didn't shut the door) but then he came out with some of those thick, soft towels and started laying them on the bed. I hopped up to make room and gathered this ridiculous pile of sex toys (anal beads??!?) and put them on the table. Rob finished laying down the towels on top of the bed spread, and then looked a me with a smile while picking up the bottle of massage oil. "Ready for your rub-down, ma'am?" I bit my lip and got all flushed again, loving the idea right away. I now knew what he meant when he said this was the perfect time for my surprise, and I melted a little at how thoughtful he was being. As much as I wanted him I was still a little sore but this was the next best thing. Maybe an even better thing!

I stood up and he came over and took me in his arms, kissing my lips, then my neck. He started slowly undressing me and I just gave myself over to him and let him take control. It was quiet and soft and sensual, the way he caressed my skin as he slid my dress off, unhooked my bra, and then slipped my underwear over my hips and down my slender legs. Soon I was standing with him, fully naked while he remained clothed, and I pressed my body against his just to feel the fabric of his clothing against my bare skin. Again, a thrill of arousal went through me, I felt kind of vulnerable and sexy all at once. Like him being dressed made me feel... extra naked. It made me shiver deliciously.

He led me over to the bed and I lay facedown on the towels, pulling my hair up and off my neck and shoulders and then folding my arms under my head. Rob declared that he'd better take off some of his own clothes to avoid getting too messy with the massage oil, and I murmured that I didn't mind that at all. I just closed my eyes and sighed happily while waiting for him. I had goosebumps all over my naked body already, just laying there waiting in anticipation. After some clinking of belt-buckle and rustling of fabric, Rob walked back over to the bed with the bottle in his hand. I opened my eyes to see he'd stripped down to a tight pair of black boxer-briefs (mmm) and I got a little thrill just looking at his body in the muted sunlight from the bedroom window. (It turns out I kind of have a thing for chest hair. And older men. I might have mentioned that before.)

So Rob opens the bottle and squirts a little bit of oil out onto his hand. It smelled a bit like a spiced vanilla scent, really lovely and subtle. I closed my eyes again and waited to feel him touch me.

Ladies and gentlemen... touch me he did. Oh, did he ever.

Rob proceeded to use those big strong Texan hands of his to make my petite little pale body feel more deliciously sensual than I ever have before in my life. I'm not even exaggerating. Not only have I never had a man touch me the way he did, I've never even had a full-body massage. Certainly not a nude massage, and certainly not at the hands of a hot and sexy older guy who treats me like a princess. It was otherworldly. Words can barely describe how good his hands felt on my body... but I'll try.

He started in the middle of my back, spreading the oil slowly over my skin and kneading gently with his fingers, and then laying his palms flat against me and bearing down a little more with the heels of his palms. I sighed softly and made a little murmur of pleasure as he moved further down my back, pressing his thumbs into the small of my back on either side of my spine. He lingered there and kneaded slowly, working out the kinks in my muscles. His hands moved still further after that, and with a flush of arousal I felt him gently caress my butt after adding more oil to his hands. He just cupped one of my cheeks in each hand and squeezed rhythmically, pressing his fingers into the muscles right below my hips as his thumbs found that little crease at the bottom of my butt cheeks and rubbed slowly. I was biting my lip and I could feel myself getting wetter already.

Rob kept his hands on my ass for a few more minutes -- I begin to suspect he liked them there -- but to his credit (and my disappointment) he didn't start touching me sexually just yet. He move further down my thighs, seeming to grasp my slender legs in each hand while kneading my muscles gently and evenly. It was quiet and sensual, we weren't talking or saying much, so I know he could hear my little sighs and quiet whimpers of pleasure, and I could hear him grunting and breathing harder as his strong grip kneaded my legs. Finally he was down massaging my calves, then my feet, with the pressure of his thumbs along the insides of my arches making me moan, it felt so good. (I'm on my feet most of the time at work, so this was absolute heaven.) He must have been able to tell that I needed that attention to my feet because he seemed to linger there even longer. I was practically dizzy with sensation by this point.

Eventually those big powerful hands of his moved back up my body, pausing to knead my cute butt cheeks again. He got a little naughtier this time, spreading my cheeks so I could feel my smooth lips exposed. I swear I was dripping by this point, and it wasn't the massage oil. But he didn't stop there, which was so sweet... he actually wanted to give me a real, full massage, not just get me turned on for more sexy times. Even though he was getting me incredibly turned on. He doesn't even have to try. It kind of makes me mad that he turns me on so easily, ugh. Stop being so sexy and having that power over me!

After a bit more attention to my back, neck, and shoulders, he had me roll over so I was laying on my back and my naked body was exposed to him. I loved that feeling. The cool air from the vent was brushing across my nipples and I felt goosebumps all over my skin. Rob stood over me and I sat up for a second to pull my hair back and up again to keep it out of the way. I turned to him and leaned up for a kiss, and then he caught me totally off-guard and did the sexiest thing.

He pulled away.

I must have looked confused and hurt for a second, but then he just said "Ma'am, that's improper," with a brief, coy little smile. Then his face cleared and he looked serious, kind of professional. And I got it. I'm not the quickest girl around, but at least this one time I managed to pick up on his sly little move and it gave me such a thrill. I tried to stop smiling and looking excited and just nodded neutrally and lay back to let my masseur continue to work on his client. (Mff, you guys, I'm getting wet just thinking about this moment again. I can't even get across how hot it was to suddenly but subtly shift into this role-playing kind of situation. I finally understood why he hadn't started touching me intimately when I was laying facedown.)

His hands were all over my body again, slippery and warm and sensual. He brushed my breasts with his hands but didn't touch me 'inappropriately,' just keeping it very professional, but oh my god it felt so. good. I just relaxed again and let him touch me all over, kneading muscles and stroking my soft skin with those large, strong hands. I loved feeling his palms and fingers on my body like that... he made me feel little and small and kind of vulnerable, but that was coupled with this kind of artificial playful distance where he was pretending that we weren't lovers, so that added all this anticipation. Suddenly there was this line that he wasn't supposed to cross. But there I am, naked and covered with oil and increasingly aroused. And from the bulge I saw in his boxer briefs, I wasn't the only one. Having that pretend barrier where we weren't supposed to be sexual with each other made it even hotter.

Eventually he was kneading my thighs and I kept opening my legs a little wider, inviting him to touch me. Practically begging to feel his big strong fingers touch me in my most private places. And you know what he did? He ignored me.

I squirmed and bit my lip, I was getting so worked up. My nipples were stiff and tight and my fingers were itching to knead my boobs and pinch and pull on my nipples, but I made myself play along and kept my hands at my sides. Rob's hands moved down to my feet again and I sighed as he worked on them some more. Finally I lifted my head and asked "Can you work on my back some more?" He nodded and stepped back to let me turn over.

This time was different. He kneaded and caressed neck and then moved down my back, pressing his thumbs into the small of my back again and making me moan... again. (Honestly this could have just gone on forever except for the fact that I really really wanted to cum.) Then his hands moved down to my ass again, and he began slowly kneading my cheeks like last time. He was very attentive, spending a lot of time handling my petite little bottom. This is when those big man-hands are especially hot, because it feels like he can practically cover my butt with them. After a few minutes he's kind of spreading my cheeks a little bit more and I started to squirm. My hips were pushing up off the bed and into his hands, needing him to touch my sopping wetness. I could feel it between my lips every time I pressed my thighs together. I bit my lip and moaned softly as his fingers slipped down further, along the insides of my thighs, and then back up to my ass.

He was getting maddeningly close to my slit and he just. wouldn't. finger me.

It was driving me wild, having him tease me like this. I must have moaned a little louder because I heard him clear his throat to cover what sounded like a little chuckle. He knew. He knew he was driving me crazy by teasing me and he just kept it up. I'm laying there turning into a puddle of lust and desire and need and practically beginning with my body to please just make me cum and he kept holding back and making me even more turned on. THIS MAN, you guys.

Finally I feel his fingers between my thighs again and he just slightly brushes my lips. I feel him pull back but I'm pressing my hips upward again, urging him to touch me more. He complies slightly and I feel him slide his fingers over my lip just once. I'm practically whimpering by now. Then he touches me again, letting his middle finger slip between my lips. I was so wet his finger basically fell inside me, making me moan louder. His other hand is on my ass while his finger slips between my lips and then pulls out to rub over my slit. I'm biting my lip and my hands are clutching at the towels under me and my nipples are tingling electrically and I'm dying for him to put his fingers inside me and fuck me until I cum, to tease my clit or anything, do anything, just please make me cum. His hand is still squeezing and kneading my ass and then I feel the tip of his other finger pressing gently against my anus.

I shivered and made a desperate little sound under my breath when he pushed the finger from his left hand inside me all the way, sawing it up and down while he strokes in and out, rubbing my clit and suddenly driving me wild. I squealed vocally and bucked up hips up off the bed to meet his fingers. Then he holds me down and kind of keeps me in place while his one fingertip strokes my tight little asshole and his other finger slides in and out of my sopping wet slit. I'm fucking panting by now, and my ragged breathing turns into a gasp as I feel his fingertip gently push inside my ass.

Now, I've never had any guy who knew how to make anything ass-related feel good, so this was a deliciously erotic shock to my already-compromised system. I moaned loudly and bit my lip to try to be quieter while he deftly finger-fucked my wet little slit and gently teased my ass simultaneous. The feeling was amazing. He was careful about fingering my ass and never went too deep but it was still overloading me with intense sensations. I lasted maybe a minute under his hands before I felt that wave rising faster and faster before it suddenly crashed over me. I cried out as Rob made me cum and I felt my whole body shuddering and trembling. I was panting and warm all over and it took me several minutes to catch my breath and recover. When I came back to the present, Rob was sitting on the edge of the bed and grinning, looking very pleased with himself. I allowed him that smug smile of his since he basically just gifted me with one of the greatest orgasms in the history of humankind. A girl's gotta be appreciative, after all.

"So... good, then?"

"Mmmff."

"I'm sorry?"

I lifted my head and my hair was all matted and sweaty so I pushed it out of my eyes and smiled at him. "Yes. Perfect. I'd like to make an appointment for next week, please."

As soon as I said it, a shadow kind of passed between us. Even though it was just a silly joke, it made me realize that he wouldn't be here next week, which kind of brought me down for a moment. I flopped back down and sighed and made myself stop thinking about it. I didn't want to ruin the afterglow of one of Earth's world-shaping orgasms, okay??

Rob stood up and put the top back on the massage oil and set it on the table at the head of the bed. I looked up at him and smiled, noticing he was still bulging quite sexily in the boxer area. Without really thinking, I reached up and hooked my fingertips over the waistband of his underwear and tugged gently.

"Come here," I murmured. He did as I told him (good man) and I scooted up and rolled onto my side. Without hesitating (I knew I'd weird myself out if I thought too much about it) I tugged his tight boxers down and that lovely thick cock of his sprang free. He was definitely aroused but not fully hard yet, so I took him in my hand and started stroking. I looked up at him while I stroked his cock and moved my face close to it. I bit my lip and held his eyes while I kept stroking, pulling his foreskin gently down with each stroke to reveal the swollen head of his dick. I leaned in still closer and kept my eyes on his, giving him my most innocent dirty-girl look. He was breathing harder and he reached down and stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers, tenderly caressing my skin while I felt his cock swell and grow thicker in my small hand.

Glancing down, I looked closely at his dick as if I was engrossed by it (and I kind of was, obviously) and then looked back up at him. I wasn't saying anything and I could tell he was really getting into watching me. I liked the quiet, it made it feel more intimate or sexy, and it let me kind of play up this role that I was taking on. The sweet-innocent-little-girl-gives-her-first-blowjob kind of role. (Which, as you'll recall, isn't that much of a stretch for me.) I bit my lips and looked at him with a wide-eyed expression, playing up the innocently dirty girl thing. Leaning in further, I let his shaft brush my cheek, then moved my face up so his cockhead brushed across my lower lip. He moaned this deep growly sound and I glanced back up at him, looking unsure and wide-eyed again. I felt his hips push upward, like he was trying to bring his cock to my innocent little mouth and fill it and make me his dirty girl. (Omfg I am dripping as I type this. You guys won't mind if I tease myself while I type, right?)

Finally I let the tip of my tongue slide against the head of his cock, tasting him. He was salty and a little musky but it was hot, very manly. I licked him again and he moaned my name. I looked up into his eyes and bit my lip while stroking his shaf, then l propped myself up a bit higher on my elbow and pushed his shaft at a higher angle so the underside of his cockhead could rub across my lips while I looked at him. His eyes fluttered and he did that grunting thing again which made me get turned on just knowing that I was making him feel good and get so worked up. I let his cock slip across my lips and I gently flicked my tongue out and teased his shaft, all while keeping my eyes on his as much as possible. I wanted to see him turning me from an innocent girl into a hot little mess of desire and want. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me.

At last I changed angles again and then looked up, caught his gaze, and guided his smooth, thick cock into my mouth, engulfing him with my soft lips and letting my tongue slide down the underside of his shaft. He groaned even louder and pushed his hips forward hungrily. His urge to have me suck his cock made me even more aroused and excited to make him feel good. I started very slowly and kept pumping his shaft with my hand while I sucked the head of his dick and the upper shaft. He's pretty big and I'm a petite girl, so there was no way I was taking that whole thing down my throat, but I was determined to give him as good as I got. It wasn't long before I was slowly gliding my lips and down and letting him pump his hips in time with my strokes, my hand still on his cock (which helped kind of control the pace so I didn't gag) and he was moaning my name over and over. I let myself make little noises in my throat to get him even more turned on and he kind of started pushing faster. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth and I knew he was going to cum soon.

I stroked him faster and let some of my spit dribble down his shaft to make it more slippery while I kept sucking on the head of his cock. Suddenly it throbbed harder and he grunted "oh god Jen, baby I'm gonna cum!" I pulled him out of my mouth and stroked harder and faster, angling his shaft so it pointed at my boobs RIGHT as he shot a huge stream of cum onto my skin. It felt hot and naughty and I kept stroking while he pumped his hips and made these growling barking sounds in his throat (so goddamn hot) and spurted his cum all over my breast and nipples, up on my right collarbone and some on my neck. He just kept cumming, it was incredibly hot and made me feel kind of naughty and slutty but really pleased to see him get off so hard.

All because of my dirty little mouth.

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After we got cleaned up and stripped the towels off the bed, we got into the shower together and shared some kisses and caresses. We were both sleepy and kind of drunk from the intense effect of some high-caliber orgasms and we kept giggling about silly little things. I asked him if he liked how my mouth felt and he said he loved it. And I was right, he LOVED the looks I was giving him while playing that little innocent-girl thing. He said he'd never felt like that during oral and I was so proud of discovering something that was new to him and that excited him so much. Go me!

We got back into bed after the shower and laid naked together and cuddled. Eventually we were both getting sleepy and decided to take a nap before dinner. I nestled under the covers and rested my head on his chest and he draped his arm around me. I snuggled in and felt safe and cared for by this sweet and sexy man who did just coat my boobs with cum like half an hour ago. He stroked my hair gently and I kissed his chest and murmured that I was falling asleep but that we had to remember to wake up for dinner. He said he'd make sure to wake me.

I slid my hand down from his stomach to his dick and gently squeezed. "Wake me up with this," I mumbled. The last thing I remember is both of us laughing softly before I fell asleep.

And SCENE! :) I think we'll leave it here for now and save Saturday night for next time, okay? I hope it won't take so long to write the fourth part, but I appreciate that (most of) you guys have been so patient with me. I'll probably do a follow-up after telling the sexy stories, just to explain a bit about the aftermath with Rob and I, and hopefully that'll help you understand why it's taken longer to finish sharing my adventures. Thank you SO MUCH for reading and for any feedback you'd like to share. I adore the comments and I'd love to know what you think and the particular things that you find appealing in my stories! It helps me develop them and be a better writer when I know what works well. Thanks again, darlings! See you in the comments! <3 xoxo