She continues journey to find an orgasm.

He put his face next to mine again and licked my lips. I was instantly wet. He informed me that I was not to touch him, not with my lips or tongue, or even with my fingers. He was going to pleasure himself and I was to watch and see how much fun it was.

I lay on the blanket facing him, fascinated by the strong sure strokes he was using on his shaft, noticing how he would sometimes pull up to the head and encompass it with his hand. He was getting a nice sheen from sweating slightly on his face, and from the slickness he created from his stroking on his now very hard cock. He was so beautiful, so intent, concentrating and making small moaning sounds, his eyes darkened with desire, enjoying his efforts, his breath coming a little quicker now, and his balls drawing up, and I gasped softly, my pants so wet, my nipples so hard against my top, both of us enjoying, sharing in his pleasure. I bit my lower lip and moved slowly closer so I could witness the ever increasing pressure and speed of his strokes. His mouth formed a grimace and I knew he would be coming soon. God how I wanted to put my mouth on him and suck all that cum from his shiny hard cock! I felt like pushing him onto the blanket and screaming at him to fuck me hard! I did neither of these, just watched and waited, squirming slightly, pressing my legs together causing my now swollen pussy lips to rub against each other.

Then it happened. He let out a deep groan, and thick white cum started shooting across the blanket, hitting me in the face and on my top. I didn't think, I just used my fingers to wipe away stray bits of creamy white cum from my eyelashes, still intent on seeing every last drop leave his now softening shaft. He kept stroking, now just toward the head, until there was one single drop left. He reached down with a finger, lifted it off, and smeared it on my lips, like lip gloss. God, I was so turned on! He reached down and kissed me. Then he smiled, and took a small towelette from the basket and cleaned my face, except for the cum left on my lips. Apparently, that was my special gift from him. I looked at him, as he stretched out on the blanket, looking like a young god, relaxed and happy, and knew I wanted to please him. If it meant I would have to face my fears and try and make myself orgasm in front of him I would. I untied my halter top and stepped out of my shorts. I didn't bother with panties figuring I wouldn't need them. I watched his eyes follow my large breasts as they bounced as I lowered myself into a sitting position. I saw his penis jump, and I smiled. It was nice knowing I had that effect on him, when he had just had an orgasm.

This might actually be fun I thought. If nothing else, I could tease him until maybe he would just pounce on me. I smiled at him, and decided I would also kiss him as he had me, and made sure my breasts touched his arm and chest. I think I felt him shiver. I sat back down and closed my eyes. I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I couldn't resist. I opened them just enough to see him watching me more intently. I licked on my finger until it was wet with my saliva and pressed it to my right nipple. Hmmmm, this does feel good. A breeze had picked up and my wet nipple hardened. I pulled and rolled it between my fingers, not too hard, just enough to make my pussy moisten. I put a hand on each breast and gently started kneading them. I loved to have my breasts touched and licked and sucked on, but I never realized I could make myself feel good with my own hands.

I decided to touch and stroke my whole body.

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