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have been apprehensive, but she was certainly
ready for him.
    Bobby’s left hand remained at
Beth’s hip, gently massaging her, letting her know that everything was okay,
and would be okay.
    Beth started to feel free.  She
breathed heavier and when the touch came on the buckle of her jeans, she sighed
in pleasure again.  She wanted his touch desperately now.  His hand on her
desire spot would compare nothing to when his bare fingers touched her moist
skin.  She wanted him to touch her wet skin and enjoy it.
    Bobby used both hands and worked
his way into Beth’s pants.  He moved to her hips and pushed down, moving her jeans
down just enough to expose part of her panties.  They were pink with red dots
on them.  For some reason, they looked exactly like something Beth would wear. 
His left hand took its place at her hip, inside her jeans.  His right hand felt
for the top of her panties and he placed his palm flat against her stomach. 
    Beth couldn’t help herself as she
shuddered when Bobby touched her stomach.  She assumed this would be the point
where he’d feel her flesh, her large skin, and then take his hand off and run
away. 
    That didn’t happen.
    Instead, the feel of Beth’s skin in
his hand turned Bobby on even more.  This was what he desired, what he wanted. 
Beth was a real woman, with heart and curves.  With passion and lust.  With a
desire that matched his…
    His fingers slid into Beth’s
panties, touching smooth skin that made him groan.  The fact that Beth kept
herself groomed drove him mad and he pulled away from her neck and looked her
in the eyes.  The urge to kiss her hit him and he kissed her lips as the tips
of fingers touched her other set of lips.
    Beth’s tried to think of the last
time a man touched her on her warmest spot.  She couldn’t figure it out, not
with Bobby’s fingers caressing her.  Two of his fingers moved down and back,
then left to right.  He opened Beth’s flower, spreading her, and then with the
tip of his middle finger he touched her hole.  She was wildly warm and tight, a
dream that moistened his finger. 
    “Beth,” he whispered.  “You’re so
perfect.  And beautiful.”
    Bobby moved his hand and Beth
thought he had the intentions of pulling away from her.  She took her other
hand from the counter and slapped a tight grip on Bobby’s wrist.  She let out a
heavy breath and a groan, shaking her head.
    “Oh my,” Bobby said.
    “Don’t stop,” Beth cried out. 
“Touch me… don’t stop…”
    Beth hadn’t had any sexual
confidence in years.  Just the thought of saying something like that to a man
would be something she’d use on her own personal private time.  But to actually
speak like this in front of a man (and especially one like Bobby) seemed
unheard of. 
    “I won’t stop,” Bobby said.  “Not
until you tell me to.”
    Beth’s eyes shined.  “You’ll know
when to stop.”
    It was the hottest, most erotic
thing she had ever said to another person. 
    Bobby’s lips came forward again,
his tongue quickly following.  Beth kissed him right back, pushing hard at him,
wanting to show him.
    Beth’s new found sexual aggression
turned Bobby on even more as he lifted his fingers, curling them so he could
penetrate Beth.  The tips of his fingers were hot and wet with Beth’s
sweetness.  She groaned as her body accepted Bobby’s touch.  He pressed harder,
sliding deeper into Beth. 
    Two fingers pleasured Beth in a way
she couldn’t recall.  It wasn’t just the way Bobby did it either – how he
delicately pressed but yet had the sexual force to send waves of need through
her body – it was also the way Bobby’s other hand and his body reacted too.  He
wasn’t just trying to finger Beth and bring her to climax.  He was trying to
please her entire body and all her needs. 
    His left hand squeezed tight on her
thick hip, holding her against the counter.  The subtle move made Beth feel like
she was in submission to