8 to 55 part 1

She had grown up a bit and added some curve, from a cute and perky 17yr old to a 20 yr old woman with curves and an ample bust. She was wearing an orange sarong tied loosely around her waist and nothing else. I could see her large breasts with big pink nipples pointing like eraser heads. She still had the gorgeous black mane of curly hair, like midnight, I’d wanted to touch it last time, but she was 17 and I didn’t want to go to jail or worse, lose the respect of my friends. She noticed me and I waved. She bounded up to me and hugged me. When wearing nothing but a sarong hugging a gorgeous mostly naked woman is an art and a pleasure. She still looked very young and had the same husky alto I remembered. We exchanged pleasantries and asked what each other were up to, thankfully just browsing, so we decided to walk together. She said she was glad to see me and hoped I would be here this time.
The sexual tension was thick and fun, she was flirting with me, but I’m not sure how serious she is. We talk about the festival and the workshop we shared and practiced with each other until I found out she was 17. We both said how we missed that workshop and forgotten most of it, I asked her to show me some of what she remembered. Acupressure for lovers, was the title of the workshop, a sure invitation to some naughty groping. She accepted and we went to her tent and she undressed and we had water and she showed me the spots, I practiced on her and she on me, very friendly but not overtly sexual. The sexual tension was in the room of course, we smiled a bit too much and laughed nervously. I offered to give her a massage with baby oil in exchange for her knowledge of the pressure points. She took me up on it and laid down naked on the floor of her massive tent. I climbed on top and took my sarong off rubbing oil on her, so as to not get oil on it. I was proud that I didn’t get hard right there, after soo much nudity it thankfully takes a while to get aroused by more skin. She talked about her boyfriend and how he would never finish a massage. I asked her why and she said he would always get too turned on and have to have sex right away. This was of course with me straddling her naked ass with my cock bouncing against it rubbing her with baby oil. I laughed and told her I can understand, it is hard to touch and feel and be so visceral without getting aroused. I finished the massage and we sat and talked naked, tension heavy in the air and nothing happened, we decided to go got water and went for a walk.
We talked of our significant others at home; we were both in poly relationships and had been given permission to play around as much as we wanted. She said I must have very good control when rubbing naked women, and I told her It was very hard. We laughed flirting but taking it slow and casual. I asked if she wanted to go down to check out the new secluded clearing in the woods. She agreed.
I of course wanted to jump her in the woods but was nervous. I was 27 and she 20 and gorgeous, she could have anyone she wanted and I attract mostly guys. We made our way to the clearing and sat and talked. I summoned the courage and told her I wanted very much to kiss her. She said calmly that would be ok. We kissed and necked. I wished I had a blanked as we were both in sarongs on the grass, so we moved Indian style facing each other. People came by and watched us and I stopped for a bit and she bet no one would stop us or say anything. It was 4 in the afternoon and I was in a sun dappled glade with a woman wearing only a sarong around her waist with her breasts rubbed against me making out. Needless to say I was hard as a rock. She reached down under my sarong and brushed my cock with her hand.
“Sorry,” she blushed “I thought it was grass”
Her hand stayed on my hard cock under both our sarongs. She began to stroke me as I kissed her. I touched her breasts and her neck and she stroked my cock right there in the middle of the day just off the beaten path where people could walk by. My hand strayed from her neck and her breasts and pinching her nipples to under the sarongs. I felt her creamy thighs, soft and warm up to her crotch. It was very warm, I can always feel it when a woman is excited 6 inches from their crotch steams heat, I love to feel it, women have no hard-ons but the heat I can feel through clothes sometimes screams excitement. I stroked her outer lips and felt her bare pussy. She shuddered under my kisses and my hand, she was moist from sweat and excitement I slipped a finger between her lips and they spread easily. She was very warm and I could feel her clit hard and standing up. I brushed the clit and she jumped and moaned. She continued to work my cock using both hands and grabbing my balls while we ate each others tongues. At this point I didn’t care if anyone was watching. I slipped my index finger into her, it went right in warm and wet and she gasped as I did it and rocked toward me. She looked me in the eyes and tightened her jaw. I moved slowly in and out and crocked my finger to stimulate her g-spot. Her eyes got very big after a couple of minutes. She stated to cum and she squeezed my finger and rubbed her whole body against me moaning through clenched teeth.
“Well that is one,” I told her. “You claim to be highly orgasmic let’s see how many we can get out of you.” She smiled and took a deep breath and looked around, seeing we were alone she said “You first,” and she pushed me back and pulled my cock out. She then licked it from the bottom of the sack to the tips of the head. She almost deep throated me, which is a no mean feat I’m rather long. I rested on my hands behind me, my legs still Indian style, my sarong open she was in my lap, my cock in her throat. I breathed heavily and I could feel her swallow and her tongue riding up and down on my cock head. She added a hand to slide the length of the cock working it up and down slowly while her mouth and lips sucked the top half like a blow pop. At that moment I wished for a blanket and a condom more than anything else in the world.
After what seemed like ten minutes or so I stopped her and said we should go back to her tent and finish this. She stood and smiled and said she would love to but we should wait a bit. I asked her why as I stand up and she pointed to my tenting sarong. Sarongs are great for easy access but they hide nothing. We kiss a bit until it is apparent that I am not going to get less hard pressed against her body. She laughs and looks at me smiling, hungry, innocent and excited. We walk back hand in hand to my tent for supplies and then off to the shower for a quick rinse and then to her tent to see how high we can make the numbers climb.

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