Coital Conference · Part 1 (1/2)
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I'm a junior at a woman's college in Atlanta. I'm 20, blond, and five feet seven inches tall, with an athletic figure: 35-23-34. Even though I have had limited contact with men, I'm pretty sure that my figure is attractive. I have long legs, a tight rear, and my breasts, while not huge, are firm and ample for my body.
I had arranged to meet with one of my professors at his home to discuss a paper I was writing for him. While I never planned for anything to come of the conference, I admit I wanted to be attractive to him. I wore a pair of short, white shorts, a white-cotton sweater (without a bra), and a pair of white, high-heeled sandals, all of which looked, I thought, quite good on my tanned body, set off by my sun-lightened hair. I showed up about 8:15 P. M., 15 minutes late, and we sat in his den. He sat behind his desk, and I sat to the side of it, in a straight chair, with my legs crossed. We talked about English, but being in a non-classroom setting with him made him seen even more attractive to me. So I flirted.
He was slow to respond, remaining professional, but at about 9:30 P. M., after one of my stronger flirting glances and smiles, he said, "You know, you really are a fox. And if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to have to do something about it."
"What do you mean?" I protested innocently.
He replied with something to the effect that my body was tantalizing and my face inviting. I blushed, but I felt my nipples harden simultaneously, and I was also very pleased. He stared right at my breasts, and then stood up, walked around behind me, and put his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him and smiled sweetly. I knew he was looking down at more than my face, and I liked it. My nipples tingled at his stare, and I felt them push against my sweater, realizing that he would notice. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I responded with my tongue. Then I felt his fingers on my nipples, lightly rubbing them through my sweater. I cooed and arched my breasts up toward him. It felt divine. I reached up with both hands and caressed his neck and head. I was absolutely turned on by being touched only on my mouth and nipples, and I wanted him to keep caressing me more and more.
At this point he must have sensed that I was hooked. He stopped kissing me and reached down and lifted my sweater above my breasts. I was exposed and shocked. He was seeing my pink nipples protruding like erections from my bare, white breasts. No man (and few women) had ever seen me like this, totally exposed in full light. I was embarrassed by having him see what was so intimate to me, but I was also very excited. Before I could pull my sweater down, his fingers returned to my nipples–only this time it was my exposed nipples. He gently took each of my bare, pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger and began rolling them back and forth. The sensation was ecstatic.
I felt a flood of warmth between my legs and threw my head back, closing my eyes. My breasts were uplifted to him as he stood behind me, his fingers on my nipples driving me to a frenzy. I began moving my pelvis up and down, humping against the material of my panties. I couldn't resist it, I was so turned on.
After this had gone on for a while and I was wild with the tension that had built between my legs, he said, "Finger yourself." I was very embarrassed at the idea of my doing that in front of him, but I needed to do it. I reached up the leg of my shorts and found my clitoris. It was poking out from my cunt lips and was as hard as the end of a pencil. Still, he was rolling my now throbbing nipples, sometimes between his thumb and forefinger, sometimes with a circular motion with the tip of his finger. I was excited beyond belief. Thrilling arcs jumped inside me between my breasts and cunt. My pants were too tight. I unzipped them and thrust my hand down the front. I rubbed my wet clit faster and faster, writhed my body up and down in the chair and, as I exploded in orgasm, he pinched my nipples between his fingers, the pain sending me even higher. "Oh God," I said, "that was fantastic."
"I'm glad," he said, smiling down at me while his fingers continued to pull gently at my nipples. "Why don't we go into the living room?"
I pulled my sweater down, zipped my shorts, and followed him into his living room, where I sat invitingly on his couch. I expected him to be all over me. Instead, he sat in a chair across from the couch. This was a bit embarrassing to me but he just smiled.
Then he said, "Your body is really beautiful, and seeing you so turned on really turned me on." I blushed even more. He continued, "What I'd really like would be for you to take your clothes off so I can enjoy seeing how nice you look." An unbelievable request, you might say. But after he had just given me such pleasure, seeking nothing in return, it seemed like the least I could do for him.
I leaned down to unbuckle a shoe. "Leave your shoes on," he said. "Those beautiful long legs look so nice in heels." So I stood up. I paused a moment, trying to figure out how to proceed. Then, I guess because he had already seen my breasts, I removed my sweater. As I pulled it over my head, he said softly, "Put your arms over your head." I stood straight up, sucking in my already flat stomach, and raised my arms over my head. As I did so I could feel my breasts raise even more, and I was conscious of my exposed, full breasts and hard, pink nipples. I folded my sweater and reached for my necklace of white beads. "I like the necklace," he said. "Definitely leave it on."
I unzipped my shorts, pulled them down over my hips and stepped out of them. His anticipation showed, as I bent over to pick them up. "Straighten your legs, turn around, and bend over," he said. I obeyed and watched his eyes as he looked at my thin panties tighten around my ass and creep up into my crotch. I reached back and peeled my panties down and let them drop to the floor. I blushed as I realized that he could see all of my bare cunt and, probably, my clit. I stood and turned around. He sucked in air as he realized that I shave my pussy so that the hairs won't poke out from my bikini. I glanced down and saw that my cunt lips were bright pink and protruding around my clit. I stood there, naked except for my white heels and necklace.
"That is really fantastic," he said with sincere appreciation. "You are a beautiful girl. Let's go make some hors d'oeuvres and get a drink."
I was taken aback. He, still in his sport jacket, trousers, and tie, caught me by the hand and led me into his kitchen. He constantly appraised me, breasts, pussy, buttocks, and legs, obviously appreciatively and sensually, but he ignored my embarrassment and acted as if this were normal. Standing in the bright lights fo the kitchen, I was even more aware of my nakedness. But I saw a bulge in his pants that told me that he appreciated me intensely. And new moisture and warmness flowed between my bare legs, and my nipples hardened anew.
"Here, peel this cucumber and slice it up real fine," he said. While I did so, he proceeded to decrust, quarter, and spread butter on pieces of bread; all the while glancing often at me, occasionally saying things like "My, you are pretty," or "You have a really sexy ass," or "Your breasts are so firm and alive." Once he said, "Seeing your bare pussy with your clit poking out of your swollen lips, especially at the top of your beautiful legs drives me crazy." These comments embarrassed me, but they also turned me on intensely. I didn't know what else to do; so I just stood there, naked, being watched and complimented and slicing the cucumber.
Then, at his instructions, I put a cucumber slice on each bread quarter and sprinkled them with lemon juice and pepper. He stood and watched me, smiling. "Take them back in the living room," he said. Carrying a bottle of white wine and two glasses, he walked behind me, obviously so that he could watch me walk. I made sure to put each foot directly in front of the other so that my hips would sway as I walked.
We sat again, with him in a chair opposite me on the sofa. I kept my legs crossed so that my naked pussy was concealed. Of course, my breasts and nipples were totally exposed to him. The hors d'oeuvres were delicious. It was very sexy to sit there nude, talking, drinking wine, and eating hors d'oeuvres. In a way, it was the ultimate in formality. I knew I looked better and more alluring than I could in any evening gown. He asked me about my sex life, whether I dated much, whether I liked to flirt, how far I usually went, and whether I enjoyed sex. I answered ambiguously, but even talking about it made me feel erotic. Then he asked me what I liked a lover to do to me.
I said that I didn't know. "Uncross your legs," he said. I did, exposing the slit between my legs to his gaze. He looked directly at it, making it tingle. Then he got up, came over to me, and knelt down in front of me, still holding his drink. He put a finger in the wine and moistened each of my nipples. Then, with his mouth an inch from the tip, he blew a stream of air over my breasts. The combination of the wine and the air made my nipples protrude even farther. I moaned as, with just the tip of his tongue, he circled each nipple. "Suck me," I said, and he took my nipple in his lips and began sucking it while rolling my nipple with his tongue.
He opened his mouth farther and sucked as much of my breast into his mouth as possible and then, with as much suction as he could get, pulled his mouth off the end of my breast. It felt like I was being milked, and I felt the tremors of a mini orgasm between my legs. He moved further down my body and began running his tongue into my navel and into the crease between my legs and stomach. He blew a stream of air at my clit. The sensation was thrilling and electrifying. All I had ever felt down there was a finger or a thrusting penis. I slumped forward on the sofa, opening my legs and thrusting my pussy up to his mouth. "Please," I said. "Please what?" he replied.
"Please lick me!" "I am licking you." "Lick me there." "Where?" Oh God, he was going to make me say words I never used with anyone. But I had to feel what his tongue would do when it covered my clit. "Lick my pussy!", I groaned. "Suck on my clit! Stick your tongue in my cunt!" Delicately, he probed with his tongue, flicking onto and around my clitoris, first lightly, then more intensely and continuously. He tongued the tip and then up and down the sides of it alternately. I began writhing upward to him. He put down his drink and took my hands in his. He moved my fingers to my own nipples and he began squeezing them with his.
I grabbed each breast in my hands and began milking them and pulling on my nipples. He moved his hands to my buttocks and raised me to his mouth. His tongue was like a continuous lightning bolt, licking the side and tip of my clitoris, then probing into my pussy.
Then he began to combine this with sucking. I went wild! It seemed as if he were somehow sucking my tiny bud of a clitoris into an organ of pleasure several inches long. Holding it in his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue and sucked it in and out. I wildly began to cum, vaguely aware of the heightened sensation of his fingers playing at my anus and pussy. As each wave of pleasure rolled over me, I pinched my nipples and dug my fingernails into the sensitive flesh. I gasped and moaned, and the pleasure became so intense that I attempted to get away from that thrilling tongue and mouth. But he held me tightly, digging his fingers into my anus when I squirmed. I burst into orgasm. I soared.
I contracted. I was relieved. I could stop. But he did not. "Enough, enough," I cried, trying to squirm away. But his tongue only slowed down to a steady rhythm against my throbbing clit, which brought me blasting to another orgasm and then another and another, right on top of each other. I was shattered. He finally stopped, pulled his finger from my anus, and caressed my clit slowly with his tongue. He stood and kissed my face and sat down again. I was depleted. I lay there, legs spread, gasping. He sat and watched appreciatively. "Thank you," was all I could say.
After a bit, I said, "I want to do something for you." It seemed out of character for me to say something like that, but nice.
"You will," he said, "but I want you to see that turning someone else on is as sexy as being turned on. Physically, the need is to be stimulated, and it's great. But emotionally, mentally, the real kick is turning someone else on. Also, while there is a physical need for eventual release, and it's fantastic when it comes, the build-up, being turned on and waiting, is really the most fun mentally, although it takes self control and a an ability to defer physical pleasure to enhance the erotic mental enjoyment. What we've been doing has been fantastically erotic for me."
What I said next was even more uncharacteristic for me. "Well, anyway, I want to see you nude now."
"Okay," he said, and he undressed, laying his coat neatly over a chair, removing his tie, shirt, undershirt, shoes, socks, trousers, and finally, shorts. His penis was big but not erect.
"Mmm," I said.
He stood before me for a moment, his dick pulsing slightly, and then said, "Let's have dinner. I'll stay like this. But sometimes wearing a few clothes is sexier than wearing nothing at all. So let me give you something to wear." He left and returned with a dress. It was silky, clingy, sheer and dark blue. It was a wraparound with a broad sash, so it easily fit me. But it had a few special characteristics. At the top it was very low cut, almost to the navel, and the cut was quite wide. It started at the shoulders, converging to a point above my navel, with just enough material to cover each nipple.
Or, at least, there was almost enough; it was virtually impossible to prevent revealing a touch of red from the edge of a nipple. I have firm breasts that lift up; so I filled the gown out well. The inner side and half of the curvaceous bottom of each breast were completely exposed. Moveover, as I soon learned, while the dress would just cover my nipples when I stood or sat straight up, if I leaned over or twisted, a nipple was exposed or my entire breast popped out. The bottom was split from a few inches below the navel down. Again, if I stood straight, it closed, but when I walked, my inner leg right up to my pussy was exposed.
When I sat down, the dress fell to either side, revealing my legs and the few intimate inches above them. Although I had already bared all, as he said, being somewhat dressed was more sexy and raunchy. When I had a dress on, it seemed that I should be covered; so when the dress exposed me, it was somehow more risky than being naked. This was especially so since he obviously noticed each time I was exposed to him, and I could see his penis twitch with pleasure.
We went to the kitchen to fix dinner; a couple of steaks and a sliced tomato. As we cooked, I could not keep my eyes off his penis. I had never really taken a close look at a nude man before. When I reached for something and my nipple was revealed, his cock pulsed. It turned me on each time.
When he seated me at the table and the split dress fell open, his cock jumped up in jerks, and he stood there over my chair, with his hands on my shoulders. I reached up and caressed his organ and it sprang up. He kissed me and sat down. While we ate by candlelight, he was naked but hidden by the table and I was exposed from the waist down but also hidden. My box got wetter and wetter at the thought of the sensuality of the situation. I wanted to reach down and rub myself, but I didn't, although I occasionally did manage to let my fingers briefly trace over my clit. I leaned forward or to the side as often as I could so that my revealed breasts and nipples would turn him on. I always acted as if it were an accident, smiled, and recovered myself.
We cleared the table and returned to the living room. He sat on the sofa, slumped and exposed, and said, "Now, you can do some things for me. You know how I enjoy your body. I want you to do a striptease show for me–a sex act."
I stammered, "I don't know how," blushing fiercely.
"Improvise," he said. "Remember, your goal is to turn me on. It will turn you on. That will turn me on even more. Go ahead."
I started to take the dress off. "Oh no," he said. "Not yet. You should be able to go a long way with it on." I looked puzzled. "Look," he said, "think of all the ways you can tease by showing a little more. You could drive me wild fully dressed." He saw my continued confusion. "Wiggle. Gyrate. Hunch. Hump. Go ahead."
I began to understand and started undulating before him, like a dancer, letting the split in the dress flick open and closed. Soon I really got into it. I wiggled my breasts so they popped out of the dress. I saw his cock throb. I sat on the coffee table in front of him and thrust my pelvis up and down and sucked air through my teeth. I was getting turned on. I reached down and pulled my breast to my mouth. I could just flick the nipple with my tongue and I watched his eyes as I licked the tip. I put my hands to my crotch and parted my lips there and caressed myself. Now he was as hard as a rock and looking glassy. I stuck my finger in my pussy and slid it in and out, writhing all the while. I pulled my finger from my pussy and licked my own moisture from it. I sucked my finger into and out of my mouth, watching his cock grow even harder.
"Now take it off," he whispered. I stood and did so, slowly and sexily, all the time running my hands over my body. For a while I had just the top part off; then I let the whole dress fall to the floor.
"Stand on the table," he said. I did, and he looked up at me. "let me see that beautiful ass," he moaned. I turned around and then obscenely wiggled my buttocks. "Ooh," he gasped. "Bend over." I did, knowing that in doing so I totally revealed my pussy to him. "Oh you look so nice like that with your breasts hanging down and your box there between those lovely cheeks and atop those beautiful legs. Touch yourself." I fingered my clit, with him watching between my legs. I slid my fingers up and down inside my juicing pussy. I slid my index finger into my anus and moved it in and out slightly. His cock was standing straight up with a slight curve. I could see a bead of cum on the tip of it. I was so turned on that I could barely control myself. I was about to cum.
"Come here," he said. "Kneel here." He guided my head to his throbbing cock. For an instant I was reluctant since I had never done that before. But I was so turned on and so wanted to please him that my reluctance was quickly overcome by passion, and I took the head of his cock between my lips. I could taste the slightly salty bead of cum, and I pulled my head back slightly so he could see the sticky fluid in a string from my tongue to his cock. I put my head back on his cock and took just the head bet
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