Jessica Adair - Wife on vacation

"Fasten your seat belts, please."

The words over the intercom brought Nancy back to the present with a jolt. She was on her way to L.A. to what she hoped would be the start of a new chapter in her life.

Nancy Williamson settled back into her seat and began to think of Rick. When she met him she felt that he was the most sophisticated person she had ever known.

Although only two years older than herself, Rick seemed to know so much more about the world. Nancy had been swept off her feet by Rick's attentions.

The morning after their meeting at a party, a dinner invitation arrived with a bouquet of roses. Rick had showered her with flowers, little gifts, tender phone calls at unexpected times of the day, and almost-constant attentiveness during the following months.

They went to the best restaurants, the theater, camping, and spent many romantic evenings fixing dinner together at Rick's apartment. After three months they were married.

Nancy's experience with men had not been extensive, and Rick had proved to be a skillful and patient teacher, although they had fucked some during their engagement, it was during their honeymoon that Rick had awakened her to the full pleasures of sex. In slow, deliberate stages, he introduced her to ways of loving that she had never known.

Her thoughts drifted back to the evening that they had celebrated having been married for six months. Rick had sent flowers to her with a romantic note, and she had prepared a special dinner for the occasion. After setting the table, icing the champagne, and putting some soft music on the stereo, Nancy went into the bedroom to dress for dinner.

She had bought a silk shirt and velvet pants to wear for the evening. She loved the feel of silk on bare skin, and knew Rick would be able to clearly see the outline of her rigid nipples through the thin, clingy fabric.

Precisely on time Rick had arrived home with an anniversary gift of a bracelet Nancy had admired in a shop window. The candlelit dinner was perfect, and Nancy was careful to give Rick plenty of opportunities to admire her tits through the clinging material of her shirt.

After dinner, they moved to the living room and sat on the carpet in front of the fireplace to have an after-dinner brandy.

The fire warmed them, and Rick breathed deeply of Nancy's perfume as he sat close by her. As the brandy began to warm them from within, Nancy relaxed her pose and leaned back against Rick's shoulder.

Looking down upon her, he could see her tiny taut nipples pushing at the front of her shirt as the rhythm of her breathing caused her conical tit to rise and fall.

Supporting her with his right shoulder and arm, Rick moved his left hand to her tits. The silk felt warm and soft, almost like skin, and he ran his fingers slowly down to her nipple. With a single finger he traced the outline of the brown band that ringed her rigid nipple.

Even before he touched the protruding tip, Rick saw her nipple swelling even more. As he moved his fingers to her nipple, a shudder passed through Nancy's body.

Rick shifted his position and began a long, slow kiss as his entire hand closed around her tit. Starting with a very slight rubbing, Rick gradually increased the motions and pressure until he was kneading the mound and milking its tip with sharp tugs.

The nipple of her other tit was straining at the fabric of her shirt as Nancy tried to scoot into a position that would allow her to rush her trembling tit against Rick's strong chest.

Sensing her rising passion, Rick gathered his luscious bride into his arms and stretched her out on the soft rug. Kissing her eyes, cheeks, ears, neck, and throat, he began to slowly unbutton her shirt with a tantalizing delay after each button. Finally it was unfastened.

Rick ran first one hand and then both into the shirt and across her satiny flesh. Cupping her tits in his hands, Rick caressed and manipulated them both before moving his lips to the left tit. With the same measured, deliberate pace Rick moved his oral attentions from light butterfly kisses to rough, almost-painful, sucking.

His hands found the fastenings of her pants and undid them. But before she began to remove the pants, he slid his hand across her rounded tummy and the protrusion of her cunt mound.

Nancy lifted her hips and wiggled back and forth to help her husband as he pulled her pants down over her milky-white thighs. Her panties clung to the wet lips of her flowing pussy.

With a single sweeping motion, he removed the sticky garment. She gasped as Rick caressed the folds of ha cunt. Still he restricted his explorations to the very surface.

Nancy tensed and leaned even closer in an attempt to force his fingers into her wet, hot pussy. Her husband's only response was to slightly increase the pressure of his touch as he slid his hands over every inch of her body.

Rick smiled to himself as he listened to his young wife's soft moans. He loved the feeling of power that he got by making Nancy crazy with desire. Tonight he would make her ask for his fingers and his cock. She would beg for him to relieve the burning, itching sensation beginning to well up inside her.

Nancy began to unbutton her husband's shirt. Being undressed always excited Rick, and she knew that he would soon be unable to control himself any longer. She wanted to fuck so much. When she reached the waistband of his slacks, she felt his hard prick straining at the material.

She clutched his cock through the layers of clothing and began to rub up and down his prickshaft. When he made no move to remove these final barriers, she fumbled at the zipper and then eased her hand under his shorts. Her cool fingers encircled his throbbing cock and started to play with his prick. Squeezing and moving her thumb back and forth on the fat ridge on the underside of his cock, the little blonde made his huge prick grow even bigger. Swaying from side to side, she swept Rick's chest with her firm tits and ran her tongue into his mouth.

"Honey, please touch me. I need you so much! I can't wait any longer. Please, please fuck me." Nancy felt as if she were bursting with desire.

The fuck juices of her quivering cunt were flowing out and making a damp spot beneath her. Her husband's finger seemed to almost burn her as he finally slipped his digit inside the swollen lips of her cunt. Wave after wave of passion swept over her body.

First he moved his finger into her cunthole and then withdrew it to finger her flaming clit. His movements were gentle and terribly slow. She could feel his finger and thumb gripping the nubbin and squeezing her clit with little pleasure pulses. Finally, he drew back the skin and exposed the throbbing tip of her clit.

As his skillful hands continued their attentions, Nancy could feel the mounting tensions deep inside her pussy. She began to move her hips in rhythm with the motions of his fingers, thrusting forward to increase the pressure against her cunt. She knew she would lose her mind if Rick didn't fuck her soon.

Slowly be shifted his position, pulling his cock away from her reach and sliding his face down between her pretty white thighs. He touched her dripping pussy with his lips and darted his tongue up inside her hot little cunt.

"Oooooooooohhhh, yeeeesss! Yes, more!" Nancy gasped. "Do that some more. Mmmmmmm."

The skillful young husband darted his hungry tongue into her contracting cunthole and flicked it across her red, swollen clit. His tongue teased and taunted her quivering clit, and his strong sucking actions pulled her clit-nub against his cool teeth. The alternating sensations of being licked by the steamy, soft tongue and then rubbed by the hard, cold teeth sent shock waves up the woman's body.