Audrey Gait: A sister's lust

“Th-that’s much better,” Gail breathed. “I–I’m really not cold any more, Herb. Thank you.”

Gail felt a strange rush of erotic feeling as she glanced up at Herb’s face. He had taken off his glasses and he looked very different in the moonlight. He didn’t look like a schoolteacher with his glasses folded and slipped into his pocket. He looked like… well… he looked like a man, and Gail’s heart began to beat loudly in her chest as she met his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” Herb sighed, reaching up behind her to loosen the tight clasp on her hair. “Why don’t you wear your hair down like that. It’s beautiful, Gail. You’ve got the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen.”

“Uh… thank you,” Gail mumbled, feeling strange and slightly daring as her light brown hair tumbled down around her face.

“I… I never wear it down though. It seems to get in my way.”

“Just push it back, like this,” Herb chuckled, sweeping his fingers back gently through the lightly scented, shining strands of Gail’s lustrous hair and tucking it back. “Mmmmmm… just beautiful!”

Gail could feel the hot blush that heated her face. Herb was holding her closer now, his fingers entwined in her hair. She was so close to him that she could catch the scent of his shaving lotion, a clean, masculine scent that sent the blood racing through her veins. She was beginning to feel very strange out in the open on a blanket in the middle of nowhere with an attractive man like Herb. She’d never realized just how attractive he was without his heavy, horn-rimmed glasses.

“Ooooooh,” Gail breathed, as Herb’s face came closer and closer. Then his warm lips met hers and she shuddered wildly as he began to kiss her heatedly, a warm, moist kiss that filled her body with an ache she’d never before experienced. At first Gail thought that it must be the drinks that were making her feel this wonderful weightlessness and warmth. The feeling grew the longer that Herb kissed her, and before the startled young woman knew what was happening, she found herself pressing up against Herb’s body in a way that could only be described as sensuous and wild.

For one fleeting moment, Gail thought of resisting. She wasn’t acting like herself. Suddenly all thoughts of resistance left her excited mind as Herb’s fingers moved up to cup her throbbing breasts, squeezing hotly until her nipples were punching out against his palms.

“Oooooooh,” Gail sighed again. She’d never before felt this rush of heated feeling before and now that she was experiencing it for the first time, the inexperienced virgin didn’t ever want it to stop. It was wonderful and Gail’s body was trembling with increasing abandon as she imagined what it would be like if Herb were squeezing her naked breasts. Of course she’d never let him take off her brassiere. That wouldn’t be ladylike, but it didn’t hurt just to imagine how wonderful it would be.

Another few moments of Herb’s heated kissing and Gail found that she was meeting the probing thrusts of his tongue with her own, pressing her breasts into his hands with ever increasing abandon and trembling with the beginnings of fiery lust. She kept thinking about how it would feel to have Herb’s fingers on her naked breasts, squeezing her firm, thrusting nipples, and the rigidity of her self-control slipped. It wouldn’t hurt to just let him go a little farther. Of course she’d never let anything really wicked happen, but a little more certainly wouldn’t jeopardize her virtue. Lots of women went much farther than this and still remained virgins. Gail knew that for a fact. The aroused young woman was positive that she could stop Herb if things started to get too wicked.

Herb grinned into the darkness as he slipped his hands up under Gail’s loose blouse. So far… so good. She was making no move to push his hands away and he could hear the blissful sigh she gave as he unsnapped the hook on her brassiere and released the firm, trembling mounds of her large breasts. Then he felt her young body shiver uncontrollably as he moved cautiously up the slopes of her breasts until he had grasped her shuddering, pulsing nipples with his fingers.

“Aaaaagh,” she moaned, a strangled sound of distress escaping her moist, red lips. She shouldn’t be letting him do this! She shouldn’t be… but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. No man had ever touched her heated taut nipples before and the inhibited schoolteacher felt a sudden tide of delicious sensation streak through her body. Her pointed, stiffly throbbing nipples felt as if they were on fire. Heated currents of sexual fire were shooting through her body and she found that it was impossible to resist this unexpected assault. She didn’t want to resist. It felt too wonderful.

“Oooooh, Herb!” Gail moaned, thrusting her shuddering nipples up into his hot hands. “Ooooooh, pleeeese!”

Herb felt like chuckling as he heard the desperate note in her shaking voice. She certainly wasn’t begging for him to stop. Herb knew enough about women to be sure of that. She loved it and her stiff heated, nipples were punching out at his fingers and trembling every time he squeezed them between his fingertips. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he pulled her blouse out of the way and then her startled whimper as his greedy lips fastened around one crinkled, throbbing nipple.

“Aaaaaah,” Gail moaned throatily. The sudden rapturous sensations were almost unbearable in their intensity. Her whole body was quivering now as Herb’s tongue battered and pushed at her pulsing nipple. Another whimper of pure lust escaped her throat as he sucked voraciously at the stiff little hot pebble of her nipple, and her mind whirled around and around in growing arousal.

“Ooooooh, pleeeeease!” the anguished young teacher whimpered, unable to push his head away. Now she was sure that she shouldn’t be doing this… shouldn’t be letting him take liberties like this with her exposed and quivering nipples. But even as Gail’s mind told her it was wrong and she was taking a leaping step toward disaster, her hungry young body stirred with life and demanded that she go even farther. She had to find out what else would happen if she let Herb suck and lap at her nipples just a little longer. This felt so wonderful that she just had to find out what came next.

Herb, encouraged by Gail’s lack of protest, began to inch his hand up beneath the lovely English teacher’s skirt. He felt the smooth ivory heat of her thigh as his fingers crept higher and higher. She didn’t seem aware of his advances. At least she wasn’t moving to get away from his seeking fingers. Perhaps she was more experienced than he had thought. A few minutes ago, Herb would have sworn that Gail had never even been kissed, but now he was beginning to have second ideas about this lovely young English teacher. She certainly wasn’t acting all proper and innocent now! Her legs were spreading slightly, welcoming the ascent of his fingers, and Herb could feel the heat drawing him like a magnet to the damp tendrils of fleecy curls that peeked out of the crotch band of Gail’s sheer white panties.

“Ahhhhh! Yesss! Ohhh! Yesssss!” Gail whimpered again. She knew that she should stop him now. She’d never be able to forgive herself if she let things go too far. She should act shocked and outraged and make him take her home… but Gail didn’t want to go home to her lonely apartment and her packing. She wanted to stay right here on this nice blanket and find out what other exciting things Herb was going to do. It wouldn’t be so awful just to let him touch her a little. Of course it was naughty but it wasn’t really wicked. She had a perfect excuse for going farther than she’d ever dreamed of going before. Her head was buzzing a little from the drinks. She could always act outraged when things got too hot and heavy and accuse Herb of taking advantage of her after plying her with drinks.