Virgin No More? Pt. 02

His hand is still caressing my arm up and down and when reaching my shoulder his hand moves to my back and continues there above the band of my bra. "How does it feel? Do you like it?"

I inhale noticeably, "Yes... It's, It's nice, it's... soft." I do like it, it really makes me feel good, it is however a little uncomfortable. I'm not used to this and I don't know what to do. I'm moving a little on my feet and my hands are still clenching onto the t-shirt that is covering my breasts.

He noticed it. His hand reaches my chin and he pushes it slightly up so our eyes meet again, "If you want me to stop or leave, just say the word." His hands are now on both shoulders, caressing my arms down.

There's a moment of silence, I'm doubting on how I should say this, "I want you to continue, but I'm a bit unsure on what to do. You see, I've never done anything." I'm blushing and I lower my face towards the ground.

He smiles, "You don't have to do anything. All I hope is that you will enjoy yourself. Though you have to promise me that you'll make it verbally known to me if you don't like something. You have to let me know what you're thinking and feeling. You understand?"

"Yes, I understand. I will."

"Good." he says while walking around me and positions himself behind me, he moves my hair to the side and with his mouth right next to my ear I can feel his breath in my neck while asking me, "Can you drop the t-shirt and look into the mirror for me?"

I do as he asks without saying anything and with his hands on my hips he kisses my neck. He moves one of hands to the front of my body, on my belly, just below my black laced panties. The tingles in my belly intensify and the goosebumps are back, covering my entire body.

"Tell me," he whispers in my ear. "Is there anything I'm not allowed to touch right now?"

I'm thinking, looking at him in the mirror. I feel conflicted. My brain is overthinking everything, that we shouldn't do this, or that it's not right. But on the other hand there's a handful of feelings that are screaming for him to continue, that I long for his touch.

His voice becomes a bit more stern, "Remember what you promised. You need to let me know." He pauses, looks at me through the mirror and then continues, "How do you feel about me touching your breasts? We can still leave the bra on if you prefer. For now."

He's right, I did promise. And so I start, "Your hands feel really nice on my skin. I want you to continue. I would however want to keep on my bra."

He's letting out a slight grunt, "Hm, very well. Good job speaking your mind." And so he continues, he moves one hand just below my neck and he presses my body against his own, "Lean your head back, let it rest on my chest."

With one hand still just above my panties he moves the other from my neck down towards my breast and caresses the skin that is bare. He then goes over the bra and he rubs the outside of the bra.

I can feel the fabric of the bra moving on my nipples. I feel so sensitive, as this stimulation is giving another shockwave of tingles through my body. He can feel that my body and head is leaning into him a little more.

He smiles and starts kissing my neck again, stops the rubbing on my bra as he can feel now exactly where my nipple is. Through the fabric of my bra he starts to pinch my nipple, pulling it a little bit. This continues with both sides of my breasts until my breathing is getting a little heavier.

"Do you like this or do you want me to stop?" He whispers in my ear.

This time I don't have to think very long, "No, don't stop, I like this. It's making me feel good."

He chuckles softly. Slowly he moves his hand under my bra and starts kneading my breasts, putting my nipple between his fingers and pressing his fingers together. After what feels like ages he holds me by the shoulders and has me standing straight again.

He's looking at my face while his hands move to my back, to the back of my bra and he loosens it. With his hands on my skin he moves towards my shoulders and over them to the front, causing my bra to fall on the ground.

I can see his eyes scanning my body, from my face, to my neck, my chest and breasts, my stomach and belly, my hips and my legs, and then also turns his attention to my shoulders, my upper and lower back, my waist and my ass, "It's unbelievable you've never been touched this way before, you're so beautiful. If it were up to me, you would feel like this every single day."

I'm a little shy and start blushing a little. But at the same time I also feel excited and I want this to continue and never stop.

He's standing beside me now with his hand on my back, guiding me to take a step forward, "Let's get you in a more comfortable position, shall we?" And he's lifting his chin towards the bed, signalling me to go there, "Go ahead, lay down on your back."

I feel this rush of excitement going through my body and I'm climbing on the bed while he's looking at me. I'm laying on my back, with hard nipples and a tingly feeling in my lower belly, looking at him and wondering what he's going to do next.