John and Karen

Part Five What Next?

Karen breathes heavily. John is walking towards her with his erection. She stares at this muscular man, her gaze is pinned on his erected penis. She glances at his eyes, the person John, that approaches her.
Karen feels weary and flattered all together. She was worried about John not wanting to be with her. She felt not woman enough, but now she sees his erection and this is what she did. Her feminity arose him.
Her body gets tense she doesn't know how she should respond. John's eyes search for hers, he looks vulnerable, this muscular man seems to be uncomfortable, would need her assurance to approach her further.

"Should I encourage him? Should I nod? Smile? Or just say: 'Yes!, come closer?" 😟 💫

Karen's legs seem to stretch mechanically, she wants to receive him desperately. John has understood the gesture. He is on the bed. Karen holds her breath.

"Should I kiss his lips first? Should I say something? Should I tell him how good-looking he is? That I am thrilled?

Karen looks John deep in the eyes. She doesn't say anything, she just looks at him with her calm eyes, she isn't smiling, but a facial expression that reveals she is struggling to stifle her desire like there would be still social etiquette to not reveal one's craving.
Her smooth beautiful eyes tell him:

"I like you!" 💋

John awkwardly tries to put his body on top of her, while trying to kiss her at the same time. Karen leans back, but with a reflex, she grabs after John's erected penis. She doesn't know what came over her. She wanted to lean back and wait until he guides and leads her, she thought to herself.

"This is like dancing, I'll wait for him ... " ❣

But her curiosity got the better of her. Karen's grab of John's penis stopped him. He is bent over her, a moan left the lips of his rugged face. Karen looks at his face with intoxicated fear.

"Was this too much?" 😟

But she can't open her hand and remove it from his penis. She is holding his erection in her hand. His lips are searching after hers like he would be tapping something in the dark. He is waiting for relief. Karen approaches his lips and kisses them.
But these are not passionate kisses, her kisses are like fleeting paddings. John responds by pressing his lips against hers, without moving them. His kisses are like pressing a soft sponge against her lips. Karen moves her head back. She feels his heart throbbing in her hand. He is breathing heavily. She tries to look at his face again, she is unsure and doesn't know what comes next. She tries to glance at her hand holding his penis.

"Is this the moment to lean back? How will he go inside me? 😕

John's eyes are squinted. Karen can't make out what he is going to do next. She eyes again his rugged face, this troubled man, who seems to be overwhelmed by the moment like she is. Karen is flooded with compassion for John.

She looked at him differently before, she saw his body, but could never stare into his mind and soul. He didn't talk much during dinner. She was too much occupied with herself and how she would be perceived without realizing that John is maybe shy and couldn't bring out the comforting words that are necessary for lovers to understand each other.

Karen kisses John's lips again, but this time she works her lips. She sucks his thin lips to convey to him:

"Come closer!" 💋💬

John loosens up, his body relaxes its tension. Karen releases her grip from John's penis. She understands that the woman in her wanted to slow down and enjoy every bit of this sweet pleasure.

"We do not let us rushed!" ❤💬

Karen swipes over John's muscular body, her hands measure him, she devours with her hands the personality that created himself into this shape. Karen's hands arrive at his shoulder, she hesitates before going further and touching his face, like it would be a crossing of a barrier of intimacy.
She waits for him, she doesn't know whether he wants to continue kissing or go inside her. Karen changes her kisses, she is not sucking his lips anymore, but pinches his lower lip with her lips and pulls at it, teasing him. She doesn't know what this means, but her inner woman guides her.
John responds to the invitation his kisses change from mere pressing his lips awkwardly against hers to a more passionate movement. He tilts his head in confirmation that he wants to continue kissing passionately before going inside her.
Karen's hands move from his shoulders to his head, over his face.
John lays his body on Karen's. The distance between them has disappeared. The uncomfortable initial gap between them closed. John and Karen understand each other now.
Karen drives her hands through John's hair. John continues kissing her. His kisses have transformed from mechanical flexing to padding, the way John tries to express that he likes what is happening. Karen leans back, she lets John kiss and suck her neck, her body is tense, she breathes heavily, her breathing took over John's rhythm. His kisses are the drumbeats of their melody that is playing in that room and only they are hearing it.

When John approaches her boobs Karen wakes from her ecstatic feeling. She is still wearing her bra. Her bra gave her strength and confidence, but now it is about to be stripped off her body and she feels worried. She feels vulnerable, she is about to reveal her scars of inferiority she felt her entire life.

"Without my bra, I stand naked in front of him, he sees the tearful lonely girl inside me!" 💔💬

Karen holds her breath. She raises her head. She doesn't wanna miss anything of his facial expression when her womanhood is exposed in front of his eyes. John seems to have noticed the change in Karen's body, it is frigid.
John looks up, he stares into her eyes. Karen tries to convey with her eyes:

"Don't hurt me! 💋💬

John seems to have understood and he tries to remove the bra. Karen is at first hesitant but then helps him. The bra is off, Karen feels slightly embarrassed and her eyes are searching for and scrutinizing any change in John's face.
John seems still to be swooned. His face doesn't turn into one of these chiding and haunting nightmares. Karen breathes easier. John pads her boobs with her lips. Karen almost vented a jubilant cry of relief, but she can restrain herself. Her face color turns into elated bliss.