We clung to each other and continued this dance for a time. My hands began to instinctively explore her back, still tentative on how far to go, but nonetheless feeling with great curiosity. We were no longer dancing to the music, which had changed to a slightly more upbeat tune. We were standing there, toe to toe, in a heated embrace, kissing just like in the movies. That was the image I had for a split second at one point. "I must be in a movie," an inner voice said to me.
I couldn't believe how wild things became then. Wild for an inexperienced girl like myself. As we were kissing and feeling each other, I felt one of her hands come up to my shoulder straps on one side and aided them in falling off my shoulder. Not knowing if I did it or if it was a coincidence I realized that both the straps on her dress were dangling down her arms, her dress sitting a bit lower than it should. I then felt another hand come to the opposite shoulder and let those straps fall. I must have shuttered or done something because she then paused, broke our kisses, and with shortness of breath, but still so sweet sounding asked me if I felt we should stop. I froze, thinking I had done something wrong. I knew enough to understand what we were doing and that it was a bit taboo. I didn't know what to say. Instead what I did was reach down to my side and gingerly took hold of the ties that bound the dress to my body and began to pull the loops out. Seeing this, she reached over and placed her hand on mine, stopping me.
Toni: You want to do this right? Don't think I'm forcing you to do anything you don't want to.
she queried. With a smile on my lips, I lifted her hand off and continued to untie the straps. When they were untied, I just dropped them and my dress poofed out a little but did not open up. The top of my dress had been loosened and the straps off my shoulders slipped down and collected themselves about my hips, leaving my bra the only garment on my torso. She started in amazement. In awe, completely pleased with what was revealed to her eyes. With her eyes moving slowly up from my lace-covered breasts to my brown eyes staring back at her, she undid two little ties below her arms and let her dress fall to the floor. What was standing in front of me was a beautiful woman, clad only in a pair of maroon panties, heels, and choker. She wore no bra and her fair skin shined against the deep rouge of what clothing she did have on. My trembling came back. This time it was generated from desire. I so wanted to touch her. But I couldn't move. She came close to me. I could smell her perfume. I could feel her heat and for the first time, I was aware of my own arousal below. Not a word was said for a long time. I suppose after gaining my approval by going this far she lost all apprehension because from that moment on she made no hesitations in what she did. Things were done slowly, deliberate and she made sure I was still ok with what was happening by gaining approval through my eyes. But not a word was said for a long time. She kissed my cheek and kissed my neck. While doing this I felt her help my dress open and shivered as it fell to my feet. Now I was standing there in my bra and panties and heels. To my left, I caught a glimpse of our image in a large mirror hanging on the wall. I must have been staring because she noticed and repositioned us. We stepped out of your fallen dresses and left them behind on the floor as we walked over to the mirror. She stood me in front, facing the mirror while she stayed behind me.
Toni: Would you like to watch for a while?
she asked and I nodded slowly. I watched as she returned to kissing me. Seeing her behind me kissing me was so erotic. I stood like a statue while she worked them way around my body. Kissing me, caressing me everywhere. Her hands disappeared around my back as I felt her unfasten the hooks on my bra. I took a breath just as I felt the fabric fall away from my breasts. She let her fingers glide across the skin of my back and I watched as she inspected me from behind. She then looked at me through the mirror and wrapped her arms around me. Feeling my belly and the curves of my hips. Her hands roamed and ever so lightly found my breasts and caressed them. The first feeling around them then cupping them in her palms. She watched my expressions in the mirror as she did this. I closed my eyes and leaned back into her. I was afraid I'd fall, but she supported me. She stood me up and began to rotate around me to until she was in front of me, never removing her hands from my body and always supporting me. Soon she was standing in front of me and I opened my eyes. Her hands moved from my hips to my arms and shoulders. Then slid them down until she too my hands in hers. She then lifted them and brought them to her body and placed them about her waist. After gently pressing my hands against her body as a signal to hold on, she removed hers and let them dangle at her side. I was now in charge of what my hands were to do. I timidly felt around her waist, mimicking what she had done to me. As confidence grew and her approval became apparent, my touching became more deliberate. Her skin was so soft and her figure more than recovered from her pregnancy. If I hadn't known her, I never would have guessed by her body that she was a mother. She was warm and smooth. I could feel her muscles twinge as I moved about her. I pulled her closer to me and brought us into an embrace. We both let out a little coo when our breasts touched and pressed together. I held her in a hug for a moment. I felt her press the rest of her body closer to mine and I did the same. We kissed and I began to feel around her bare back once again. The movement of our bodies caused quite a sensation where the skin was on the skin. I had never felt this before. Not this completely. Not even when I had sex with my boyfriend. We were usually mostly clothed. What caught my attention the most was the fact that I could actually feel her heart beating. Through our embrace, our bodies were communicating purely and directly.
She broke our kiss and smiled as she turned around and faced the mirror. Leaning back into me she brought my hands up and placed them on her breasts. I was getting sensory overload as I felt her not only with my hands but the sensations I was getting from having my own breasts pressing against her back was beginning to make me shake all over again. We watched the mirror as my young hands caressed her womanly breasts. They were full but not overly so. Her nipples and areolas were the only signs of her motherhood. Darkened but returning to the pinkness they once were. Her nipples were standing erect and large. I was overwhelmed. As we were watching the mirror, following my hands as they moved instinctively, we both noticed the look on my face quickly turning from pleasure and amazement to that more resembling fear nearing panic. Sensory overload for sure. That's when she placed her hands on mine once again, in a firm but kind manner stopping my actions. She turned to me and then positioned us away from the mirror, and held me close. I felt my emotions begin to take over and I started to weep.
Toni- Shhhhhh. It's ok honey
she whispered into my ear. Her hand patted my head while the other was wrapped around me holding me securely against her. Turning more into a comforting embrace rather than impassioned, she brought to a close this intense moment of my life. I was relieved but frustrated. She held me for a long time then we sat on the couch.
Toni: Let's stop for a while, ok sweetie?
she commented.
Toni: Looks like we can use a rest. Let things calm down.
Again her angelic smile performed its magic and calmed my soul. She reached over and got the TV remote, turned on the TV and VCR, and started a movie. It was one of my favorites – "Far and Away" and as the movie began, she pulled a blanket over us and we lay back on the couch and watched the movie. Still only wearing our panties, I felt comfortable lying there with her like this. We removed our heels and got comfortable. She lay back in the corner of the puffy pillows and I reclined onto her. Her legs surrounded me with her breasts acting as perfect pillows. She wrapped her arms around me and held me softly as the movie played on. For the rest of the evening, we were silent, making only occasional comments like "I have to pee" or something about the movie. We did kiss now and then, but they were not as intense as earlier kisses. These were sweet gentle kisses that we'd snag between scenes or when one or the other repositioned on the couch. Even though I knew that I was laying there practically nude with another adult, in an adult situation, the comfort I felt with her at that very moment made me feel like a little girl. I cherish that moment, that feeling, and I relive it whenever I need to feel secure or when I want to remember what my first true love felt like.
A/N- I want to keep going let me know if I should?
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