FINDING A NAKED GIRL in your bed would be every guy’s wet dream. Finding Kara Tasman naked in your bed was unfair to wet dreams. Her mom was from India and dad from Great Britain. The combination gave Kara an exotic look. She had light brown skin that made her look deeply tanned and metallic blue-gray eyes that were unique; the combination put her in high demand in the modeling business. She had almost the perfect body for a modeclass="underline" she was five-ten with long legs and an athletic hard body. The only ‘flaw’ was her breasts, which were too large. She was a ‘D’ cup, and most models were either an ‘A’ or ‘B.’
For a potential girlfriend, a ‘D’ cup was perfectly fine. Her nipples were large and dark. My mouth watered when I thought about the time I would need to do those babies justice. Her long hair was straight, silky and black. I could feel the lust radiate from her perfect body. I instinctively knew that I needed to establish dominance, or I’d spend the rest of our relationship wrapped around her little finger. I also wanted to slow things down, or she would have me begging to be her boy-toy.
“Where’d you put the food?”
She blinked twice as if to say, ‘What did he just say?’
“I left it in the living room.”
“Good, I haven’t eaten all day.”
I grabbed the bag, crawled up on the bed, and sat Indian-style. I decided to make some small talk as we ate.
“So are you a screamer? Will I need to stuff your panties in your mouth?”
“You stuff panties in my mouth, and you’ll be a screamer.”
“Do you have a safe word?”
Her eyes got big.
“What do I need a safe word for?” she asked.
“You’ll just have one orgasm after another until you use your safe word.”
“Oh, you’re going to be fun. I’ll play. My safe word is ‘flamingo.’ What’s yours?”
“Nightingale.”
I finished my sandwich and swigged down half a Gatorade. I cleaned up our trash and went to the bathroom to get a towel. I took my time and removed all my clothes, and allowed her time to get ready.
“The first part is all about you. I’ll worship your body and learn what brings you pleasure,” I said. “We have the rest of the day, so there’s no need to hurry. If you feel something you like, or if there’s something you want me to do, please tell me. I’ll make you a promise: you’ll climax at least three times before I have one.”
She looked at me skeptically.
“You are so full of it. I’ll be happy if you can give me one good one. Come on, Stud, let’s see what you can do.”
Poor Kara, she had no idea what would happen when I was given a challenge. I put the towel under her sexy bottom. I lay down beside her, leaned in, and gave her a tentative kiss. It was just a tease that held a promise of what was to come. She giggled at what I was sure she felt was the absurdity of a young boy who’d promised to rock her world. I was sure her last boyfriend hadn’t even come close if she’d be happy with just one.
Kara wasn’t a blushing virgin to be cowed by any guy. She was confident in her sexuality, and she was sure she could make me beg. I could tell she was starting to doubt who would end up on top. For Kara, sex was a game, and she played to win. I leaned in and gave her a firmer kiss, and our lips lingered. I slowly ramped up the lust. On our third kiss, I finally slipped her some tongue and caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. I was rewarded with her first moan of pleasure. What most guys fail to realize is that women are slow to arouse. They’re like a crockpot. Slowly let them become aroused, and then put them on simmer. The longer you take to get them ready, the more they’ll reward you in the end.
Our lips parted, and I pulled back and gave her little butterfly kisses up her jawline to her earlobe. I slurped her earlobe into my mouth, and I gave it a gentle nip. Kara sucked in her breath. I ran my tongue down her neck until I was in the hollow where her collarbones met under her chin. I put her into a lip-lock, bit her lower lip, and then gently used my hands to caress her body. Kara started to respond and squirmed under my onslaught. I interrupted our kiss and dropped my head to her magnificent breasts. One of her thick nipples popped into my mouth and I used my tongue to strum it to complete hardness.
Kara’s breathing became heavier, and I was beginning to smell her arousal. I started to learn the map of her erogenous zones. I could tell she was close to her first climax, so I changed tactics. I scooted down and started to massage her feet.
“You have magic fingers. Where did you learn this stuff?” she asked, then let out a moan when I found a spot she liked.
“I know this’ll sound strange, but I learned it from my brother. You’re getting the benefits of his training.”
“Remind me to thank him.”
I massaged her legs until I got to her thighs. I concentrated on pushing up towards her center. This caused the blood flow to increase to her nether region. I watched as her petals swelled and then opened like a flower. She whimpered, trying to get me to touch her between her legs. I kept her on the edge of her orgasm for nearly thirty minutes.
I went in for the kill. I caressed each of her erogenous zones, paying attention to each one. She teetered on the edge when I licked her sex. I gently sucked her button into my mouth and strummed it with my tongue. Kara’s body locked and I could feel the quiver from deep down as her moan turned into a scream.
“AAAAHHHHHH!”
I backed off to allow her orgasm to roll over her body. It was good that I’d planned ahead with the towel, or there would’ve been a huge wet spot growing on my bed. She quietly panted as she slowly recovered.
“That was one. You have two more coming. Do you want to use your safe word, or do you want more?” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded that she wanted more. I slid two fingers into her and started searching for her G-spot. I found a slightly rough patch on the wall about the size of a nickel. Her head snapped up, and she looked into my smiling eyes as if to say, ‘What are you doing to me?’ Her eyes rolled back and her head flopped on the bed. I had to keep a grip on one of her butt-cheeks to hold her in place.
“OH GOD!” she screamed over and over again.
Kara was a vocal lover. My mom would kill me because I noticed that my window was open.
Suddenly it felt like she tried to push my fingers out, and she exploded. She made a high-pitched keening sound that must have had every dog in the neighborhood on high alert. It stopped suddenly and she collapsed. I think she passed out. Glancing over at the door, I saw Beth and Angie both look at me with huge eyes.
“Hello, ladies, enjoying the show?”
“Is she okay?” Beth asked; she was flushed.
“More than okay, and I’ve just started on her. I appreciate your concern, but I have work to do. I don’t think Kara wants an audience.”
Beth shook her head.
“I’m not sure I’ll survive our date.”
Angie just nodded and smiled as they both made their retreat.
I closed the window, grabbed the Gatorade, and Kara came back to her senses. I put the Gatorade to her lips, and she sucked half of it down in a big gulp.
“Thanks. My throat was getting parched.”
“That was two. Are you ready for the next one, or do you want to use your safe word?”
“I’ve already had the two biggest orgasms of my life. There’s no way you’re cheating me out of my third.”
I reached over to the nightstand, pulled out a condom, and put it on. I reached down and grabbed her butt, and Mr. Happy found her opening. She gasped in anticipation. I wanted her to be sure we were taking this to the next level.
“You want me, don’t you?” I asked.
Kara just moaned.
“You have to tell me,” I said.
“Oh, baby, yes.”
I pushed in and suddenly we were joined. She groaned softly when we came together. We began the dance. She whimpered and arched her back as she met me with each thrust. We were in sync as our bodies came together. We just fit and could anticipate the needs of each other. She rolled us over so she could drive.