Her panties were white satin and encased a very well formed pussy. There may not have been much shape to the rest of her body, but her pussy was full and bulging at the seams. She dropped her skirt high on her legs, leaving a view of that gorgeous bulge and pulled her blouse aside. As I expected, she was not very well endowed in the breast department, and once again panic loomed at the possibility of her age. However her nipples were well formed and reacted immediately when she started rubbing them with her fingers. She had told me once that her nipples were so sensitive that she could almost make herself cum without touching her pussy. She pushed her hips along the cushion until her head was on the armrest. Then her eyes closed and her lips parted as she continued the rhythmic motions on her nipples. "I've been wet all day," she said as she bent both knees up and spread her legs wide.
When I saw the dark spot that had spread across the crotch of her panties, I knew I was hooked. No turning back now. "By the way, I am a virgin and intend to stay that way, OK?" Again, all I could do was nod. I sat in awe as her hand came down and very gently started small circular motions over her panties. The more she touched, the wetter the panties got. The wetter the panties got, the more they clung to her pussy, slowly revealing all the details of her inner labia and engorged clit. My cock strained in my pants and I wasn't at all embarrassed to quickly strip down to nothing. I sat there staring, cock in hand, at this terribly sexy woman, all thoughts of possible age issues gone. Her head rose and her eyes settled on my hard prick as I slowly stroked it.
The head of my cock was covered in pre-cum and it ran down over my jacking hand. The more she watched me, the faster and harder she rubbed her panty-covered pussy. With the skill of a pianist, one hand kept a constant motion on her nipples while the other moved at an increased speed over her pussy. With all her fingers together she would pull up hard on her pussy, forcing the wet material to stretch tight and fall into her slit. As she pushed back down the fabric stuck in her wet crevice and waited for the next upward movement.
On a down stroke, she pushed her middle finger into her pussy hole, taking panties with it. She continued to finger fuck herself, each stroke driving more of the panties inside her. Her juices were everywhere, the panties not being able to absorb any more. Her eyes never left my cock and I felt obliged to spread myself and expose my balls for her review. Her mouth was open and her eyes glassy. A small trail of spittle ran from the corner of her mouth and I knew she was about to cum. Faster and faster her finger slammed her tiny hole and as the orgasm hit, her eyes shut tight and she held her breath. At the peak of her climax she quit pumping her finger into her pussy and only gripped it hard with her finger impaled to the last knuckle. Slowly she released her grip and opened her eyes.
As she sat up a little straighter, her stretched and soaked panties gaped above her hole, but stayed embedded in her pussy. "My turn to watch now," she said. This was much better than our e-mail sex. No descriptions were necessary, only show and tell. Not needing any more visual stimuli I leaned back and started jacking off in earnest. In only seconds I was cumming hard, squirting my load up on my chest and belly. The look in her eyes, as she watched the cum shoot from my cock, was one of pure lust. I could tell instantly, we were far from done. In the aftermath of my hard climax, I wondered if she would still be a virgin when the night was done.
The second round was like a grade school teacher getting the kids' attention after recess.
"Well, let's get serious now," she said, smiling. She stood, removed her blouse and started a sensuous procedure of removing her panties. With her feet at shoulder width, she peeled the panties off from the waste band down until they were inside out, with the crotch still knotted deep in her pussy. She continued the slow downward motion until the last of the material slipped glistening from her slushy cunt. The heavy, wet crotch fell and hung loosely. Curious pulled them the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. Standing there completely nude, I couldn't help but awe at how skinny she was, except for that pussy. This was one of those pussies that jumped out at you and wanted to nuzzle your palm. And the lack of any visible hair only accentuated its size. This was a pussy made for only two things, close up photography and fucking. I had already experienced the first. In a nonchalant manner she asked, "Do you have anything here I might use as a dildo?"
I didn't know what to offer besides my cock, which was already hardening. What could she use, my razor, my tube of toothpaste, my shoe? Then I remembered the courtesy bar. I poured an bottle of Perrier water on the floor and presented her the bottle. A grin spread across her face. With no further ado she lay back on the couch in much the same position she had been in before, knees bent and spread. I watched closely as her pussy begged for attention, and it was not disappointed. She began rubbing the length of the bottle up and down her slit until a film of slick juice coated the glass. Her hips rose off the couch to meet the downward thrust of the bottle, and her pussy seemed to engulf and pull at the green glass. Her pussy lips wrapped the neck of the bottle only to release their hold as the thick part pushed its way thru. Her cunt was so wet and so demanding. Curious was once again back in a trance of lust. She eased the bottle into her waiting sex and continued pushing until only an inch or so of the bottom of the glass remained visible. Then using her vaginal muscles, she pushed the bottle back into her hand. Time and again she fucked herself with the bottle, while I increased the speed of the strokes on my cock. I had never seen, nor will I ever see again, such a display of pure wanton lust.
Curious was in a world of her own, with my presence only to heighten her pleasures. She didn't see me reach over and start to fondle her clit as she pumped away with the bottle. She startled for a moment when she felt my touch, then proceeded with even greater fervor. The faster she pumped the bottle, the harder and faster I molested her clit, until once again she exploded with orgasm. When the final spasm passed, she stood and said, "Watch. I want to show you something neat." She slowly removed the bottle, the opening separating with a sloppy pop, then held the bottle up to the glass. The bottle had been filled with her ever-flowing juices to about an inch from the bottom. It was the most remarkable thing I had ever seen. She then pushed me flat on my back on the couch and took over jacking me off. It took both of her tiny hands to fully encircle my cock and she jacked the full length, her upper hand going past the head and forcing it back thru her fist on the down stroke.
Four or five of those kind of strokes and I was once again shooting my load up on my belly. I lay there for several minutes, totally exhausted and wondering if I would get to fuck her. I must have dozed for a moment, for when I awoke, she was gone. I couldn't believe it! A few hours ago I was in a panic because she was here, now I was in a panic because she was gone. A handwritten note sat on the coffee table.
"Thanks for a great evening, but I think we should call it quits now. Love, Curious."
Since that night, Curious has not answered my e-mail, nor appeared in any chat rooms, at least under the same name. And while I may never hear from her again, I will always cherish her memory, or more precisely, the memory of that marvelous hungry pussy.
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