This was wonderful. I made myself cum. I needed more of this. I need to do this more often. That is the reason I am confessing now. When I was at the ...ge of 16 I started to date. I really wasn't all that interested in dating. It was just something to do. I was more interested in finding things to put inside my cunt. I met one nice boy , that would walk me to my house. He was very handsome. Dark hair, green eyes and killer body. He was the all american type of guy. I on the other hand, was more. He tried to put his hand up my skirt, but I stopped him. “We never talk Bert. It’s always about sex, lets just talk.” I was teasing him to death. I wanted him to be so horny that at the end, he just fucking exploded. I wiggled my ass around on his boner a little, just for the added stress. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his head fall back with a grunt. I could see how frustrated he was getting. I have issues over control that I explained to him before, so he knew better than to try to force. It was a comfort to hear his voice when we couldn’t communicate over a screen. He was good. His audience knew him well, appreciating what he played for them. They asked him for special favourites and he obliged, his hands picking the strings of his guitar like a well tuned lover. His hands fascinated me. The fingers were long, blunt ended, his hands large and capable. They moved up and down the frets with accomplished ease. In the dark of night he described how they would move around my body. Pulling her skirt to her waist she shift her hips as the excitement and nervous tickle her senses she felt tom’s breath on the inside of her legs all the while feeling his fingers take hold of the waist band of the red lace underwear. Lucy’s mouth watered as she slowly lifted her hips and Tom slid them down and as he pulled them Lucy tried to move her legs to hide but tom held her legs and her underwear reached her knees Lucy relented and allowed him to gently pull them off Lucy’s beautiful.