down, at last exposing her breasts.
I swear to fucking God her swimsuit was doing her no favors. With her tits out she looks like a totally different woman.
A woman who is ready to be devoured.
Her tits are gorgeous, the kind of breasts that have never been touched, tits that aren't used to being kissed and caressed. Being loved.
"Damn, you're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, reaching for her nipples, unable to help myself from running my hands over her breasts. There's something about her skin that feels innocent, ready to be awakened.
She looks up at me with so much desire, with so much unfiltered want, that I help her out of the rest of her suit. I pull down the material, past her hips, until it falls to her ankles and she steps out of it, setting her suit next to mine.
That's when I get a good look at her, a good look at my virgin who stands completely naked in a pool in Miami.
Well, this cabana isn't really a public place. People respect one another here, and if you see a couple getting down, the proper thing is to keep on swimming. But this section of the pool is very private, and no one is coming back here. Not here in the shade. They want to be out in the sun on the beach, being loud, crazy, and wild.
But that isn't what I'm doing right now, this isn't wild and we aren’t drunk.
This is pure pleasure and we are both totally aware of what we are doing. I already know neither of us will have any regrets when we wake up tomorrow. We want this. We're asking for this.
I look down at her, past her belly to her pussy. I need to touch it; I need to leave my mark on her.
"You want me to touch you?" I ask, leaning in, my hand on the base of her neck and pulling her to me. I kiss her again, this time more insistent, more demanding. This time I pull her toward me and sit down on the steps, her body straddling mine as if we are in perfect harmony.
And maybe we are.
Maybe this moment had been orchestrated long before we showed up.
Maybe she's been waiting for me her whole damn life.
I run my hands over her body, over her bare back, and her velvety ass. She reaches for my cock tentatively, looking down at it while licking her lips, and she begins to stroke me up and down, my balls tightening at her touch.
"I can barely wrap my hands around you."
I kiss her neck. "It feels so fucking good when you touch me," I tell her. Her tits are so perky, I love how real they are. When I touch them, my hands are on a woman who is 100% real, 100% herself. She's authentic in a way that I haven't experienced for a hell of a long time.
"I need to touch your pussy, baby," I tell her. "I need to touch you to make sure this isn't a fucking dream."
"It isn't," she tells me. "This isn't a dream. This is a fantasy come true."
"You've imagined fucking a stranger in public?"
"I've imagined a lot of things over the years," she says, laughing. "Being a twenty-five-year-old virgin has given me a lot of time to think about what I'd like."
“Why now, baby?” I ask, my fingers moving toward her opening, and I feel her soft pussy lips, they are practically begging me to come closer. I do, and damn am I rewarded. Her pussy is like a perfect little present. An untouched gift just for me.
“I’ve waited for no good reason… I’m the kind of woman who lives life on the sidelines, never center stage.”
“And you want the limelight?” I ask, trying to understand her.
She shakes her head. “No, I don’t want attention. I just want to be touched. To enjoy myself. Is that too much to ask?”
“No, it’s not too much at all.” Even though we're in the water I can tell she's nice and wet—wet for me—my fingers run up and down her slit and she takes a sharp inhale of air.
"No man's ever touched me down there," she admits. "No man has ever touched me at all."
She trembles as my fingers press inside her tightness. She whimpers against my touch, and damn her pussy is tight. So nice and tight, and so fucking warm.
I press two fingers in her, moving along her opening, finding her clit and thumbing