Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Unexpected Side Effects: 6

After a few minutes, she pushed his hand away. Sweat stood in beads on her forehead, in the fine hairs of her eyebrows. Her breasts had grown slick, and Stan felt them up, sliding his hand over them, relishing the silky feel. "You're not done," he stated in a flat voice. He knew what her orgasms looked and felt like and she hadn't had one. Why was she stopping him.

"No, not yet, but..." She bit her lower lip, flicked her eyes to his face then away.

"What mom, er Beth, just tell me. Anything." He knew she wanted something but was nervous to ask.

"Would you," again she paused, and frustration bubbled up in Stan. He pushed it down, calmed himself. "With your hand." Her eyes flicked down to her crotch.

"I was." Stan was confused.

"I mean, inside."

a quick and massive orgasm. He'd used the memory of the feel of her juices, the roughness of her pubic hair, the softness of her slick vagina to feed a perpetual stream of fantasy images. Now she was asking him to do that again. Sometimes it was so

was pressing so hard in his pants he was certain it was going to tear through the material. Struggling to keep his hands from shaking, he undid

encouraging his fingers to find her, slide inside. She

longer. The feel of her pussy, the heat, the slick, was so erotic,

his fingers in and out, slow, deep, feeling the muscles of her vagina grip at him. It felt like it was trying to draw his hand in, eat him up. That gave him an idea. Propped as he was on his hip and elbow, it was difficult for him to rub her breasts while masturbating her. He got up

open, wide. "No. I don't think that would be

he suggested, "If you're nervous about me seeing you naked, we can leave your panties on." He paused a moment so she wouldn't feel pressured. "You've

don't stop what you're doing." Using one

be better for you, like when I

her face, placed a hand over her crotch as though blocking his

They both laughed and Stan knew he was convincing her. Now he pressed it. "Besides, I thought we might try something, and clothes will just be in the way." Scooting her butt away from him, twisting to the side, she pulled herself off his hand. He held that hand up, rubbing his fingers. "See how slippery this is?"

to think about that, but I guess it'll be ok if you remove my pants, just the pants, and get back to having your hand