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Story: Ferocious Mountain Man
It wouldn’t be easy to get this far and not relieve this ache inside that sweet, tight pussy. I wasn’t sure how I’d handle going the rest of my life without knowing what that would have been like. I’d always question if I could have done something to convince her that her virginity was safe with me.
While I was debating what to do next, she opened her mouth as though to answer, but nothing came out. Instead, she looked around, then reached down and grabbed fistfuls of her T-shirt before yanking it up over her head. I sucked in a breath when I saw she wore absolutely nothing beneath it. Her large tits were bared for my shocked eyes to take in.
“Your turn,” she said.
“My turn?”
I felt like a moron, but I was too stunned to process what she might be saying. Instead of answering, though, she wiggled out of her shorts, which left her wearing only a pair of panties.
“We’re both wearing one item of clothing,” she said. “You go first.”
Holy fuck. If my erection had been threatening to force its way through the band of my underwear before, it was definitely pressing at the seams now. But I didn’t know what to do about it. Well, I did know. But I was afraid the sight of my hard-as-steel cock might have her hiding in that sleeping bag beneath her.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked.
Oh, fuck. That didn’t sound right. It made it seem like I thought I was packing something extraordinary. Something she’d need to prepare herself to see.
She gave a nod, and I decided it was best to just keep moving forward. So with a shrug, I slid my thumbs beneaththe waistband on each side and shoved downward, freeing my erection.
Even I was surprised by how stiff I was. Had I ever been that hard before? I couldn’t remember a time.
It seemed like hours ticked by as she stared at me without moving. I was starting to wonder if I should say something to guide this to the next phase.
Finally, she spoke. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous about this part.” She gave a laugh that did, indeed, sound nervous. “It’s not like I’m fully dressed. You’ve already seen the top half of me.”
“Nobody’s ever seen you naked before?” I asked.
“Not a man.” She shook her head. “I mean, there’ve been sleepovers and stuff. I’ve always been pretty modest, though. Even when I go to the gym, if I have to change into my sports bra, I go into one of the stalls.”
“Sucks for them,” I said. She looked confused at that. I rushed to explain. “All the other men in the world. The ones who don’t get to be with you.”
And I meant that. If I had my say, she’d never be with another man. And since I was her first, that would mean she was mine. All mine. Everyone who’d come before meant nothing. I’d been searching for Sahara. I’d been put on this earth to find her and make a life with her.
“Here goes nothing,” she said.
With a deep breath, she wiggled around until her panties were down around her thighs. She pushed them the rest of the way down and tossed them to the side.
She sat on the sleeping bag, naked, her legs clamped together. I couldn’t see a damn thing, and that was fine. Just knowing I was a heartbeat away from having her pussy bared to me was enough.
“Now what?” she asked.
She kept leaving it up to me. That made perfect sense. But despite having plenty of experience with this, it may as well have been my first time. It was just that important to me.
“Now, you part those pretty legs and let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
I winced at the cheesiness of the statement. I’d said plenty of cringy things in the name of getting laid, but this time, every word mattered.
Because I wasn’t just getting laid. I was mating. For life.
Sahara closed her eyes as she lay back. She hadn’t parted her legs. In fact, she squeezed them together like she was securing what was between them.
I moved until I was squatting at the foot of the sleeping bag. She seemed to get the message. As she bared that perfect pussy to me, I let out a groan.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I said.
“Oh.”
That one, mostly whispered syllable whooshed from her mouth. She was flat on her back by then, her face pointed up toward the roof of the tent.
While I was debating what to do next, she opened her mouth as though to answer, but nothing came out. Instead, she looked around, then reached down and grabbed fistfuls of her T-shirt before yanking it up over her head. I sucked in a breath when I saw she wore absolutely nothing beneath it. Her large tits were bared for my shocked eyes to take in.
“Your turn,” she said.
“My turn?”
I felt like a moron, but I was too stunned to process what she might be saying. Instead of answering, though, she wiggled out of her shorts, which left her wearing only a pair of panties.
“We’re both wearing one item of clothing,” she said. “You go first.”
Holy fuck. If my erection had been threatening to force its way through the band of my underwear before, it was definitely pressing at the seams now. But I didn’t know what to do about it. Well, I did know. But I was afraid the sight of my hard-as-steel cock might have her hiding in that sleeping bag beneath her.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked.
Oh, fuck. That didn’t sound right. It made it seem like I thought I was packing something extraordinary. Something she’d need to prepare herself to see.
She gave a nod, and I decided it was best to just keep moving forward. So with a shrug, I slid my thumbs beneaththe waistband on each side and shoved downward, freeing my erection.
Even I was surprised by how stiff I was. Had I ever been that hard before? I couldn’t remember a time.
It seemed like hours ticked by as she stared at me without moving. I was starting to wonder if I should say something to guide this to the next phase.
Finally, she spoke. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous about this part.” She gave a laugh that did, indeed, sound nervous. “It’s not like I’m fully dressed. You’ve already seen the top half of me.”
“Nobody’s ever seen you naked before?” I asked.
“Not a man.” She shook her head. “I mean, there’ve been sleepovers and stuff. I’ve always been pretty modest, though. Even when I go to the gym, if I have to change into my sports bra, I go into one of the stalls.”
“Sucks for them,” I said. She looked confused at that. I rushed to explain. “All the other men in the world. The ones who don’t get to be with you.”
And I meant that. If I had my say, she’d never be with another man. And since I was her first, that would mean she was mine. All mine. Everyone who’d come before meant nothing. I’d been searching for Sahara. I’d been put on this earth to find her and make a life with her.
“Here goes nothing,” she said.
With a deep breath, she wiggled around until her panties were down around her thighs. She pushed them the rest of the way down and tossed them to the side.
She sat on the sleeping bag, naked, her legs clamped together. I couldn’t see a damn thing, and that was fine. Just knowing I was a heartbeat away from having her pussy bared to me was enough.
“Now what?” she asked.
She kept leaving it up to me. That made perfect sense. But despite having plenty of experience with this, it may as well have been my first time. It was just that important to me.
“Now, you part those pretty legs and let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
I winced at the cheesiness of the statement. I’d said plenty of cringy things in the name of getting laid, but this time, every word mattered.
Because I wasn’t just getting laid. I was mating. For life.
Sahara closed her eyes as she lay back. She hadn’t parted her legs. In fact, she squeezed them together like she was securing what was between them.
I moved until I was squatting at the foot of the sleeping bag. She seemed to get the message. As she bared that perfect pussy to me, I let out a groan.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I said.
“Oh.”
That one, mostly whispered syllable whooshed from her mouth. She was flat on her back by then, her face pointed up toward the roof of the tent.