Innocent Desires (15 page)

First she slipped of her sandals and pulled down her shorts. This time she was wearing floral print, little
girl panties which were again a bit too small. Her labia showed a perfectly formed camel toe and I felt a
flush of desire. As she lifted up her tee shirt, her little butt was as round as a ball, and her thin legs, tan
brown were slightly parted. She gave me a shy smile as she slipped off the shirt and one hand went to
cover a breast. I gave her my 'it's okay smile' and she leaned over to slip off the panties.

I sipped the wine as she lifted a leg to step into the tub, still facing me. Her perfect labia parted and I
glimpsed her tiny inner lips. Then she was in the tub. She let her head go back and sighed as she felt the
moving, scented water flow around her. I sat on the edge of the tub and smiled at her simple joy. "Feels
good, doesn't it?" I asked. She nodded her head. I started to unbutton my own blouse. Isabella watched,
with a look of uncertain anticipation.
Again, I gave her my 'it's okay' smile. "May I come in too?" I asked.

I stood up, and undid my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then holding the wall, I lifted a foot to undo a
sandal. I was facing Isabella and she gazed at my panty covered pussy. Her hand was moving now and
her face was soft, her mouth partly open. She wanted me. She wanted to do what we had done before. I
slipped off the other sandal and stood up straight. Making an effort to thrust out my breasts, I reached
behind to unclasp my bra. As it fell away, Isabella moved a hand to her own firm and swelling breast. I
made a slow and sensual show of slipping off my panties and taking the wine glass with me, I stepped
into the tub, slowly swinging my leg over the edge. Isabella's eyes were glued to my pussy.

Settling in at the other end, I smiled at her and said, "This is so wonderful." I made a show of bringing up
one knee and letting it rest against the tub. My pussy was hidden under the bubbles but the effect on
Isabella was what I was hoping for. Her hand was still at her own pussy and I saw her legs part a bit. She
was gently masturbating, perhaps thinking I didn't notice with the curtain of bubbles.

I closed my eyes, sighed and let my head go back, giving her the opportunity to masturbate without my
direct gaze. To encourage her, I put my free hand to my own pussy and gave myself a few rubs. The
sensation was electric. I sighed and let my body go as loose and relaxed as I could, then lay still.
Occasionally sipping the wine, keeping my eyes closed, I imagined what was happening between
Isabella's legs. I could almost see her fingers rubbing her clit and stroking her vaginal entrance. Perhaps
she was rolling a puffy nipple between her other fingers. I forced my eyes to remain closed. Her
breathing was getting shallow and faster. I moved my extended leg to put it over one of her legs and slid
a little deeper in the water. I let my free hand go back to my shaven pussy and started to slowly stroke
myself, running two fingers up and down my clit shaft. "Yes Isabella, this is wonderful."

I opened my eyes and saw Isabella's hand stop suddenly and her face flush as she was caught. I smiled at
her in a slightly knowing and understanding way and sat up and put down the wine glass. "It's all right
honey. There's nothing wrong," and I moved towards her and leaning in, I gave her a slight kiss on her
forehead. "Let me help you. This will be wonderful for both of us."
I gently put my hands on her sides and moved to turn her around. She turned and I pulled her back
gently and hugged her from behind. Moving back, she followed and I was now leaning against the back
of the tub, my legs out and Isabella in my lap. I let her settle against me and just stroked her head and
wrapped one arm around her, just under her breasts. Her body relaxed and we lay like that, feeling the
swirling water. I slowly moved my hand up to her breast and she showed no concern. I cupped it and
gave it a gentle rub. She just sighed and settled in closer.

I moved my other hand from her head and ran it down her body to her lower tummy and her legs
parted. I moved lower and felt my fingers glide down to her young pussy. I softly moved them over her
clit and Isabella sighed again and her head turned to the side and rested against my breasts. As if this
was a daily ritual, I stroked and massaged her clit while cupping her breasts. One of her legs moved and
she brought up a knee and rested it on the edge of the tub, leaving her adolescent femininity open and
receptive. For several minutes I softly caressed her clit and then moved a finger tip to her small labia and
down to her vagina. She gave a slight shudder and settled again.

Her hand went to mine, holding it to her she moved her leg a bit more, inviting me to enter a finger tip. I
carefully worked it in and she just readjusted her self, melting into my body and pushed my hand a bit
more firmly. My other hand was now playing with her firmly erect nipple. It was long and thin, in young
adolescent fashion. With a finger tip in her small vagina and my palm rubbing her clit she was well on
her way to orgasm. I kept the stimulation at a steady pace, wanting her to have a slow and gradual climb
to ecstasy. She was now breathing deeper, slowly and rhythmically. Her hips were moving ever so
slightly. I tried to get her close, wanting to keep her there without letting her peak. It was working.

She was moving more now, almost like an older woman might move, her hips rocking side to side. Her
other hand went to her other breasts and held it, then moved to my hand, holding it against her tightly. I
leaned my head down to kiss her head and tightened on her, hugging her at her breast and vulva. She
wiggled and then resettled again. I gave her slightly more pressure with both hands and she sighed her
consent. I let my head fall back and concentrated on giving her what I hoped would be her very best
orgasm ever. My finger tip, curled back into her vagina and she gave a slight gasp and she tightened on
me.

I tried to press up into her G and she started to squirm in deep sexual pleasure. The teen child may have
an immature mind, I thought, but her sexuality was advanced beyond her age. I worked up at her G and
she was on her way. She started to cry out, softly at first as the climax built. Her vaginal muscles were
clamped on my finger with surprising power. I pushed my palm against her vulva and she pushed back.
Her clit was being pressed hard and she worked to make it harder. She was pressing my hand against
her and was helping me move it. Her legs came together and she squeezed on my hand as her climax
reached the point of no return. Her pelvis was gyrating and the pressure from her legs was incredible.

She gasped, then again and an orgasm overwhelmed her. She cried out, saying something I didn't
understand but was obviously something deeply primal. Her body convulsed, then once more. A slight
pause and then a final total body shuddering spasm and she was over the peak and was coming back
down. I felt like I was in heaven, like I had been the first to give her a proper woman to woman orgasm. I
held her tight and keeping my hands where they were, just let her calm down, listened to her panting
and feeling her body sink against mine. Then I moved my arms around her and just held her tight. Her
slim body was rocking as she came the long way back down and then she let her head fall against me
and lay still.

I was certain that I had never had an orgasm like that when I was eighteen. But then, I had never been
seduced by an older woman at that age. I felt no shame or guilt at what we had done. I knew it was my
doing and that even at the age of eighteen, Isabella was not mentally old enough to give proper consent
but I still felt at peace with the situation. I kissed her head and asked, "Are you okay, honey?" She just
nodded her head yes and lat still.

While we had been the tub, the water had cooled and I wanted to refill it with warmer water. I moved
to get up and Isabella did so as well. We stood up and stepped out. I handed her a robe and she looked a
bit puzzled. I smiled and said," It's meant to go on when you are wet." It was big on her but she didn't
notice. I wrapped a towel around my upper body and pulled the plug. "We need some warmer water,
Isabella and then we'll get back in."

She smiled at that and gave me a hug. We stood there, hugging as the water drained. I again kissed her
head and she turned it up, eyes closed and lips together. I gave her a quick kiss on her lips and she
kissed me back. I paused, then kissed again, slower and deeper. She was not at all concerned and we
staid there kissing and I put a hand to her small round butt and pulled her in. Our lips parted and she put
her head against my breast and held me tight. After a moment we let go and I went to replace the
water. Then I paused, and not starting the water, took her by the hand and went out into the room. She
followed willingly and we sat down on the couch. I lay back against one arm rest and Isabella just moved
on top and curled up. I moved a knee up and let it rest against the back of the couch. Isabella readjusted
and lying on me sideways, her hip was right on my vulva. My towel was riding up and the only thing
between my tingling pussy and her was her robe. She resettled and I felt sparks deep in my vagina as her
hard hip moved on me. She seemed like she wanted to have a nap and I let her. Her robe was partly
open and a deliciously young, adolescent breast was visible. I put my upper arm around her and my
hand went to it and held it. She just gave a feint sigh and went calm.

Soon her breathing was slowing. After a minute she was asleep. I didn't want to sleep but just lay still,
feeling the warmth from her body and the pressure of her face, resting against my breast. Soon I was
moving my hips, almost imperceptively, and realized it was not a conscious movement. I was letting
Isabella's hip press into my vulva and the sensation was so sensual, so erotic that I was wet before I
knew it.

With my eyes closed, I lay there gently and quietly moving just enough to feel her press and stimulate
me. She wasn't quite directly over my clit and I moved a bit under her, parting my leg a bit more and
getting her hip to sit directly on my tingling and rubbery firm pleasure point. She stirred a bit and I
passed. She shifted a bit and resettled directly in the position that suited me best. I was still for a minute
as her breathing slowed and she fell deeper into sleep. Then my hips started to slightly move again and
the sensation from my clit was amplified by my memory of her orgasm, which was like a mental
aphrodisiac. With only barely perceptible movement, my body was being flooded with warm and
delightful pleasure. All I wanted to do was lie there and feel her against me, her hard and warm hip
pressing down on me and slowly bringing me up the path to a soft and melting climax. It was happening.
I knew it would be wonderful.

I lay there, making no effort to move any more than I was. Isabella slept soundly; unaware of the
pleasures I was getting from her. Not wanting to come too quickly, I paused every minute for a while
and just let the pressure of her on my clit carry me. My hand, cupping her firm breast didn't make any
movement at all. I just relished the sensation of holding her like that, her nipple relaxed, and her breast
filling my cupped hand. Her face was on my right breast and my left hand went to my left breast, my
towel now open and my nipple firmly erect. I pulled at my nipple, stretching it out to the point where it
almost hurt. I kept my mouth partly open and stifled the urge to moan.

With my hips still and Isabella firmly on my clit, I gave my nipple another pull, this time to the point of
pain and held it out. The sensation went straight to my clit and it felt like white hot molten metal. I
almost gasped but stayed quiet and still. Easing off my nipple stretch, I paused and then pulled again,
harder. I almost cried out and my body tensed. Isabella was too deeply asleep to notice and I pressed
up, pushing my clit and feeling the pressure build. I was coming. As the climax built and I felt the
pressure in my pelvis rise, I eased off the nipple stretch and relaxed my hips. I wanted to stay close to
melting as long as possible. The pressure in my pelvis and the desire to come coursing through my head,
was almost irresistible, but somehow I held it off. I stayed there, as close as damn to swearing and loved
it. I heard a rushing in my head and by just pressing up into Isabella slightly, the rushing got louder and I
edged closer to the abyss of sex. If I had been alone, I would have been rocking and screaming, but I lay
as still as possible and then let it happen. A slight more pull on my aching nipple, a slight more pressure
up against the sleeping teen child and I was ready to fall into sexual paradise. I took a very deep breathe
and plunged.

The orgasm was like warm scented water, swirling around me, melting me and I let out a long, steady,
quiet sigh as the waves of pleasure washed up and down. I somehow managed not to move very much
but it was impossible to remain still. My pelvis went into a slow rolling rocking and the sensation of
Isabella on my clit, swept me into a second climax, then a third. Or was it one long flowing orgasm?

Isabella was stirring as I moved under her, against her and my clit just kept me coming. It lasted longer
than I thought possible. Isabella was now moving her head up and looking at me, uncertain about her
surroundings. I was still coming when I said, my voice soft and reassuring, "It's all right. You're with me."

She relaxed and then must have realized I was having an orgasm. I was instantly worried she would
startle but she was just still, feeling me move and get the last wonderful washes of pleasure from my clit
against her hip. As I slowed and sighed, she put a hand to my hand covering her breast and gave it a
squeeze, as if to say, 'it's all right'. I lay there, a last few washes of less intense pleasure spreading out
like ripples on a pond.