Contaminated Freedom

11) Pleasure 2

Blonde's point of view.

I could feel the emotion dominating me.

I looked to see what face he was making, but he was just looking down, so focused on freeing me from my pants.

Once she was able to take off my pants, she continued with my underwear, little by little, she began kissing my erect nipples because of the cold of being naked and the emotion of the same act.

He gave them a lambida and began to go down little by little, tracing kisses from my breasts to my abdomen, he jumped over the place where my underwear was and went to my knees.

Little by little he started kissing my knees, going down my thighs, I knew he liked them, every time I wore shorts at camp I kept looking away from my thighs and for some reason I liked the look he gave me, I felt desired and for someone like me who was never loved that was a lot.

She continued her journey to my underwear that covered the last of my dignity, although she had seen me naked almost daily, I still felt sorry for her like the first day, but not enough to say that she would stop.

I had to admit that he knows how to get in a good mood with all those foreplay, he treated me like a glass object with as much care as if he were going to break me, as if I were the most valuable object in the world of course except when I gave him oral.

And it was worrying, I was 19 years old and because of how she acts I was sure she was a minor, during our classes I never asked her her age so as not to feel like a rapist, he also had so much experience in pleasing me and because of her good appearance I knew that she was a total heartbreaker although he always denied it, but I didn't care, I needed it and he had to give it to me.

He turned his gaze to mine waiting for my consent, for some things he was very determined with as much confidence as if he said not to worry that he would take care of them, but for another he was very calm and submissive.

Without wanting to waste any more time I nodded, giving him permission to undress me completely.

I could feel the cold air linger around my exposed breasts. I look him straight in the eyes, this time, those icy brown eyes stare back at me. He immediately understood this and spread my legs a little wider.

With one quick movement, I take the edges of my underwear and remove them little by little. The feeling of feeling my underwear touching my thighs, then my knees until they disappeared, excited me.

The way he moistened his lips when I took off my underwear warmed my blood in a way that pooled in my belly. He didn't know why but even the slightest hint of approval from him felt incredible.

Imperceptibly when his gaze covered my naked and trembling form.

I shuddered with anticipation.

Honestly, I could probably come just watching his reactions while he attended to me.

And that was the problem, there was no reaction from him or at least some gesture, he had a penetrating and cold look that felt like it was stripping my soul and not my body, but his face is beautiful, his brown hair, brown eyes, gold, skin light, with perfectly defined features, it was unfair that without any type of facial expression he looked so fucking attractive.

He was the kind of serious guy who attracts all women just because of his mysterious aura.

-You are perfect.

I heard him say. I wasn't prepared for those words, the way they ran through my veins. I closed my eyes to savor his words in my mind and hide my shame, it was unfair to be dominated by such a young boy, but I liked him, I like that he will admire me at least for my physique, I liked that he wanted me.