Lana(21)

I didn’t bother with the trick again. It obviously hadn’t worked, so the rest of the morning was spent surfing and basking. I spent most of it watching Akira. He was so magnificent that I could have watched him forever.

We didn’t get back to his house until mid-afternoon. I used his tiny downstairs shower to wash off all of the sand and salt and sea, and Akira used his master bath upstairs to do the same. I had toyed with the idea of slipping into his shower with him and seducing him there, but decided against it. It didn’t seem fair to sneak in on him like that.

He was lounging on his back on his lived-in sofa when I re-emerged from the bathroom. He was wearing some soft athletic shorts, black with a white stripe down the side, and nothing else, his glorious chest bare. He didn’t glance up at me as I came to see what he was watching on TV. That was fortunate, since I might have lost my nerve if he had looked at what I was wearing, right at first.

I was wearing a micro-mini pleated red plaid skirt, and a small, short sleeved, white button down shirt with it. It was a naughty schoolgirl look that I had seen Milena wear a few times, and so figured Akira must like the look. Mine had a few extra naughty modifications, like no panties or bra, and all of the buttons undone on my top. It gaped open, exposing my full, tan br**sts with their tiny, coral-colored ni**les.

“What do you wanna do now, birthday girl?” Akira asked without looking up.

I bit my lip, deciding to go for it with gusto. I was straddling his prone figure before he could blink, lining my panty-less sex along his soft shorts.

His eyes flew open wide in shock, staring at my exposed br**sts as though he didn’t have a clue what they were. I was unbelievably gratified when I felt him growing hard against me. Instinctively, I started to rub myself against him, finding the material of his shorts to be soft against my bare skin.

I was a virgin. In fact, I’d never even kissed a guy, since Akira wouldn’t kiss me. But I had a filthy mind and a filthy mouth, and I’d learned all I’d thought there was to know on the internet. It was one of my favorite pastimes lately, finding some new and shocking thing on the internet, then using it to shock Akira. His face turned purple sometimes, when I disturbed him enough with my latest findings. I would get a thirty-minute lecture after that, but it was always worth it. I’d always liked even his sternest lectures.

I moaned as he just kept growing against me. I could tell he was big, even without looking. He felt massive and hard as a rock as I moved my sex against him, arching my back to rub him on a spot that felt particularly divine. He just watched me, looking like a deer in headlights. I reached into the elastic waistband of his shorts, gripping him with my hand, and he gasped. I made a little sound of pleasure in my throat. I loved the feel of him so much. He was so hard, but the skin on his c**k was so smooth, like velvet. I shoved his shorts down, using my hand to rub his now bare erection along my slick passage.

That got a reaction, and he sat up, pushing me off his lap. I sprawled out on the floor, a little stunned. It had knocked the wind out of me. Akira cursed, then apologized, but made no move to help me up. He looked like he was almost afraid of me. He sat watching me, his elbows on his knees now, shorts again covering his magnificent erection.

I propped myself up on my elbows, my br**sts jutting forward. I drew up my knees, parting them a little so that he could see my sex clearly. “I know what I want for my birthday now,” I told him. I began to touch my sex as I spoke, looking down at the wet folds as I did so.

“No,” he said, obviously reading my intent. “We can’t do that, Lana. It’s completely inappropriate.”

I pouted at him. “You didn’t even let me finish. Don’t you want to hear what I was going to say?”

He shook his head, his jaw clenched. Stubborn man.

I looked down again at myself as I pushed a finger inside. “Do you think my pu**y is pretty, Akira?” I asked, wanting to shock him and turn him on with the crude language. “I know men are supposed to love them, but I don’t think mine’s very cute. Do you think it is?”

His face looked in danger of turning purple, but he couldn’t seem to look away from what I was doing with my hand.

I stood, shrugging out of my shirt. It hadn’t been covering anything anyway. “I was going to say, before you rudely interrupted me, that I wanted you to kiss me. Just a kiss. I want you to be my first.”

I approached him as I spoke, and he sat up straight to watch me. I walked until I bumped into his chest, my legs straddling one of his. My br**sts were dangerously close to his face. I brushed them against him, once, twice. “Will you be my first kiss, Akira?” I whispered.

He didn’t answer. I straddled his legs, my knees digging into his soft couch. I tightened them on his hips as I leaned forward to kiss him.

I grabbed his hair as I did so, and he didn’t stop me, still frozen in place. I rubbed against him like a kitten, groaning, and he finally reacted, gripping my hair and kissing me back. He tasted divine, and his mean lips were so soft against mine. I felt such an aching emptiness at my core, and I wanted so badly for him to be inside of me, to fill that emptiness. I rubbed my sex against his hard length until we both moaned.

The kiss went on and on, and I was more than ready for the next step when I finally pulled back. “Thank you,” I told him, panting. “That was exactly how I dreamed my first kiss would be. Now I want you to make love to me.” As I spoke, I brought his hands up to my aching br**sts, and he kneaded at the pliant flesh, his eyes intense. I loved watching his dark hands against my skin, the contrast so beautiful to me.