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Savannah
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Savannah Prelude to scene...Savannah is an early 40 something divorcee who is having a one night stand for the first time with a young 20 something man she picked up at a bar. They went back to his place. Todd opens the door to his bedroom and pulls me inside. Dirty clothes are strewn about the floor, a chair and his bed. His headboard is full of glasses and empty beer cans. There are empty chip bags on the floor next to the bed with a game controller halfway inside one bag. I look around uneasily and he kisses me, pushing me on to the bed simultaneously. I'm pretty sure I hear the crunch of a chip underneath me as I fall onto the mattress and I try to ignore the annoyance I'm feeling and focus on what is going on between us. This young thing on top of me is easy on the eyes with his sandy blonde hair that is on the long side and falls into his sleepy green eyes. He has soft, full lips that I love to suck on and I marvel at how smooth his skin is, unmarked or scarred in anyway, not even a blemish. And again I shoot down the thought out of my mind that he is way too young for me. Men are allowed to “date” women 20 years younger than themselves, so why can't women? He seems to be in a hurry and he is naked and inside me before I even realize what is going on. I have my hands up by my head on the mattress and am just bewildered by what is happening. I know I have had a little to drink, but I am not drunk enough to not notice how the pigsty I am laying in has it's own special stench and how the young stud on top of me is using me like a blow up<b> doll. </font></b>He stops kissing me so he can thrust harder and faster, causing all the glasses with dried up milk and juice to jostle precariously above my head, edging closer to the edge. And just as quickly as it had begun, it is already over. He shudders as he lets out a grunt. After a moment he gives a deep sigh and rolls off me and heads to the bathroom. I'm still lying on the mattress in disbelief. “What the hell was that?” I yell to him. I hear a muffled “What?” as he is washing up in the bathroom. “Is that it? Seriously?” I'm outraged at this point and get up to leave. He saunters out of the bathroom oblivious to my rage. “What's the problem, babe?” he asks without even looking at me. His eyes are transfixed on the television, that was already on when we walked in, watching a disturbing Mountain Dew commercial with a puppymonkeybaby running through it. “You are a selfish, self-centered pig, is the problem, BABE!” I seethed. He looks at me startled by my accusation, but says nothing, his eyes falling to the floor, and he grits his teeth. I regret my words and my anger fizzles. I remember that he is young and ignorant of how to treat a lady and needs proper training. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't of said that.” I begin. “We are going to try this again tomorrow night and I will show you what sex is really about.” He raises his eyes to mine, showing me he is skeptical, yet intrigued at the same time. “But before I come back, you will clean up this mess. You can live in whatever kind of filth you please, but when you invite a lady to your home, you must clean it first so she feels safe, welcomed, and won't be worried about what may be growing under your bed. Get rid of all of those glasses, cans, chip bags, from the bed. Wash your dirty clothes and put them away. And for god's sake put some clean sheets on the bed!” I don't know why I felt the need to teach this young thing how to be a better lover. Maybe I felt I'd be doing many females in his future a huge favor by doing so and in my own little way, I was making the world a better place. Or maybe I just needed a project to keep me busy. Either way, I was going to do this, and do it right. I arrive at his place the next night as planned, dressed to the nines and feeling a little power hungry to get started. Todd seems happy to see me, but nervous at the same time. He lets me into his room and I see a major improvement over last night's disarray. It isn't perfect or sanitized by any means, but a vast improvement. The dirty dishes are gone, as well as the clothes, and the bed is rumpled, but I could tell he did put new, clean sheets on the bed. “Very nice. I appreciate that you listened to me.” I smile. He shyly smiles and puts his hands in his pockets, waiting for what was to come next. “I'm not here to teach you how to act on a date or how to have a relationship. I'm just here to teach you the fundamentals of sex. You think you know because you can stick your dick in a girl and get yourself off, but that's only half of it. You need to make it a good experience for her as well.” I untie the belt on my dress and let it drop. I'm wearing a black lace push up bra that is my double Ds are overflowing in, along with matching panties, and sheer black thigh high stockings with the seam down the back of the leg and my stilettos. I watch his eyes widen and his jaw fall open but I ignore it and keep talking. “First of all, when a woman dresses up in lingerie for you, you thank her and tell her how incredible she looks in it. We do not wear this stuff because it is comfortable. Quite the opposite. It is very uncomfortable, but we do it for you, so you make sure you appreciate it when someone goes through the trouble of dressing up in these garments for you, understand?” He nods, still staring at my breasts. “You look amazing.” he stammers. “And now that you have made sure your room is presentable, you also want to make sure your body is clean and presentable. A woman has to go through great lengths to make sure she has shaved, plucked, waxed, polished, and buffed different parts of herself before she even goes out on a date, so please make sure you are showered, teeth brushed, wearing deodorant, and have clean, short fingernails if you plan on having sex with anyone.” Todd looks at his hands in bewilderment and looks up at me as if I had two heads. “Sweetie, if you are putting any part of you in me, it better be clean before you even touch me.” Realization hits him and he starts to understand what I'm getting at with my lecture. “And then there is also manscaping. You don't have to completely shave all your pubes off, but if you have a wooly bush down there, and you want a sweet young thing to suck your dick, you need to trim the hair so she doesn't choke on a furball halfway through your blowjob. It's not fun for her and it kills the mood. Believe me.” I take his hand and pull him toward me. Now is the time to get down to my favorite part of the evening and I have a shiver go down my spine causing goose bumps to rise on my arms. I look him directly in the eyes, hoping I'm masking my nerves and am projecting an air of confidence. “Sex doesn't start with the physical act of intercourse. Sex starts with the eyes. When you look at your date, give her your full attention, and drink her in with your eyes. Just as I was saying with the lingerie, women go through a lot of trouble to look good for you. So pay attention to details of her appearance and compliment her, but with sincerity. Anyone can say “You look nice”, and that's fine. There's nothing wrong with that. But if you want to make her feel SEEN, you want to be specific about at least one detail about her. If you notice and comment on details in a positive way, she will feel better about herself, and you will reap the benefits. And she should be doing the same for you in some way. Now try giving me a sincere compliment.” I step back and slowly turn around for him. Stifling my inner thoughts of all the flaws he could be focusing on, I put my hands on my hips, waiting for his response. “You have beautiful hair” he begins, “ I love the way it hangs down your back.” I smile, happy that he didn't go for an obvious body part and went with something a little more personal. “That's good. Thank you.” “Next, is touch. A woman needs to be touched gently in order to open up to you. Just imagine a woman's body being like a tight rosebud. The more you touch and caress her, the more the bud opens up and blooms. It may sound corny, but I promise you it's true. You can't just jump a woman's bones and have her be ready to go. Touch starts her body's natural response system and will make the ride that much more enjoyable once you get to that point if you take the time to touch her properly.” I take his hand and hold it to my face and let go seeing if he would keep it there. He curls his fingers under my chin and tips my lips up to meet his and gives a sweet, tender kiss. Good boy, I think to myself. He has promise after all. His fingers trace down my neck to my collarbone and he kisses my neck with small nibbles that accelerate my heart rate instantaneously. I put my arms around his neck and return the favor of kissing his neck, smelling his cologne, and running my fingers through his hair at the back of his neck. His arms drop and go straight for an ass grab. I stop him for a moment and raise his hands back up to my shoulders. “Don't just jump straight for the goodies right away. Like I said, touch her. Take advantage of all the nerve receptors in her skin my smoothing your hands down her arms. Use your fingers to trace down her spine. That will give her goosebumps if she doesn't already have them and prolongs the anticipation. You don't want to rush through all the build up, that's the best part. What good is a roller coaster ride if you don't have that initial excruciating slow climb to the very top?” He nods his understanding and lets his fingers trail down my spine as his other hand gathers a handful of hair and pulls me to him, crushing his mouth to mine and gives me a long sensual kiss that makes my knees sway. Damn I'm a good teacher! I think to myself. I pull him over to the bed and undo my bra, letting out a sigh of relief to get the mid-evil torture device off and let my breasts free. I straddle him after he lays down and put his hands on my breasts. “ Breasts like to be touched too. Some women can actually orgasm just from manipulation of the breasts. I am not one of those, but it still feels good to have them played with. Do NOT twist my nipples, and do not flick them or I will flick your nuts.” He starts to grope and massage my breasts as I start to grind my pelvis against his erection. I lean over to kiss him and then pull his head to my breasts, letting him suckle on my nipples as I continue to grind on him and pull on the hair and the nape of his neck. I'm getting too turned on to continue lecturing him. I undo his jeans and yank them off with his boxer briefs as he pulls off his shirt. I stand to remove my panties and shoes, but leave the stockings on, giving him an extra sensory sensation of my nylons rubbing against his skin to heighten the sensations running through his body. I climb back on him and lower myself back onto his bulging member. I lose myself in the feeling of fullness inside me and my head falls back to where my hair cascades down my back and brushes the tops of his thighs. My nipples harden and my breathing becomes more labored as I slide up and down his pole. I clench and release my pvc muscles as I rise and fall, giving him a tighter sensation every time I squeeze. I can feel him start to tighten up, and see his toes start to curl, so I stop. I want to prolong his release and I turn around lower my wet pussy to his face as I wrap my lips around his throbbing cock. If he's disappointed in my move, he gets over it quickly as I feel him grab my hips and pull me down onto his mouth. I feel him lick my clit and suck on my pussy lips and have to stop sucking him for a moment and just stroke up and down, so I don't bite him. I can taste my juices on his cock and smell the mingling of our scents together and it pleases me. I kiss his lower belly as he slurps loudly and I lay my head on his thigh, feeling content at that moment and enjoying the sensations running through me. His enthusiasm for oral sex is well appreciated and I continue to suck on his beautiful cock to reward him, but have to stop every other moment when I am getting close to orgasm. He finds a perfect rhythm of licking, and sucking that has me climbing and I have to sit straight up as I hover above his face. One hand in my hair and the other pulling on my nipple, my mouth agape as my legs start to quiver and the orgasm radiates through my extremities and my face goes numb. I collapse forward on him, panting as I recover from the weakness that is radiating through my limbs. He pulls himself up onto his knees and pulls my ass up toward him and slides his cock into my soaked pussy. He thrusts into me with all his might and it causes me to scream out. He pulls back again and rams me hard. Again. And Again. I feel paralyzed with ecstasy and I am close to coming again as he reaches forward to rub my clit as he slides out and in again. He starts going faster with his thrusts and I start matching his strokes and thrust backward in unison with his thrusts forward and the sensation is overwhelming. I start to come just as he is climaxing. He pulls out and I feel him warm cum pooling on my lower back. I am spent, but am blissfully happy. |
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wow...great scintillating story. got a rise out of me 
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