I could smell that perfume between her breasts and itdrove me nuts, I popped that nipple into my hungry mouthand started suckling like a baby, “...ite me,” shewhispered and I took that nipple between my teeth andgently bit it, pulling it away from her, stretching itout, her head went back and I felt her hand searching,and finding the head of my cock. Aaahh, my pants had awet spot, and she found it with those fingers. She began rubbing me through my pants, in just thatplace, I had to. We moved to Nashville when I was seventeen. I guess Lewisberg is a typical small southern town.There was not much to do; I would sometimes go to the movies with a girlfriend, if it was a movie that my mom approved of. We saw a lot of Disney movies that were popular for kids. In Lewisberg the summers were really hot, and we didn't have air-conditioning. We lived in a two story house just south of downtown.We would go downtown shopping every Saturday. There were no shopping centers in Lewisberg. It took me a while to realize that she'd just said, "good night." Uh ... oh, good night. Sleep well," I managed to say.I could have sworn I heard her chuckle at that. It wasn't until days later that I realized she probably meant for her shadow to fall on the divider like that.In the morning, I awoke with an incredible erection. My dreams had been filled with shadows of beautiful women undressing and dancing for me, then doing things to each other that sent my mind into overload. My hand dropped. His member pulsed in her hand and she squeezed it, making his back arch off the mattress. She chuckled and resumed her slow stroking, gripping his shaft in her fluffy palm and tugging up and down, her fine hairs tickling his skin. She closed her thumb and forefinger around his tender glans, compressing it gently as she moved, and he raised his arms to cover his face as the powerful stimulation overloaded his brain. Maybe it was her obvious skill, or maybe it was her overpowering charisma..