The Panther – Chapter 2.

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On Thursday morning, having left home for university, as usual, I rang Helen’s doorbell shortly after nine. She came quickly to the door, opening it wide. Helen smiled at me shyly, with her lower lip drawn in. No hello offered. She just stepped aside and, with a wave of her hand, invited me to enter. Then she quickly closed the door; leaning against it made the latch click shut. She stood there, head lifted, eyes lowered, her back and open hands pressed against the door. When she eventually looked at me, Helen took a deep breath. With a tremor in her voice, she said: -“Oh, Ben! I’m glad the wait is over. I’ve been scared about meeting you again for the whole week after what I did and said last Thursday. I was out of control, lost it in telling you what I wanted you to know. I am so glad you have come.”I stood there, lost for words. Helen pushed herself off the door, took my hand, and led me into the living room. We moved towards the sofa, but then she stopped. Releasing my hand, Helen turned towards the adjoining kitchen. Over her shoulder, she said, “Ben, I think I need coffee. A strong one. How about you?”My eyes took all of her in, in a new way, as she walked away. I had known Helen now for about five months. She was an attractive woman: tall, nicely proportioned, well-groomed, in her early forties. She was English, had a well-modulated voice free of any class indicators I could recognise. She was a good mixer and had bonded well with other women in the group. While Helen was, as she had shown last Thursday, not reserved, she was not loud or bubbly or one that sought the centre stage in class.She wore today a golden-brown pant-suit. Its cut and the softness of the cloth spoke of her means and taste, as well as of her bahis siteleri sensual awareness. She knew it would dress and display her figure to perfection. When young, Helen would have been, I was sure, a willowy beauty. Now she had turned into a beautifully proportioned woman with more generously rounded hips and bottom and fuller breasts.I followed her into the kitchen. She busied herself with the coffee-making and pretended not to notice that I stepped behind her. As I embraced her and our bodies pressed together, there was neither surprise nor hesitancy in hers. I kissed her on the neck, and my hands moved up from her midriff to cup her breasts. They discovered, under the softness of the cloth, no bra as Helen leaned back with a sigh. It made me grip her harder than I had intended. With my lips almost on her ear, I told her how tempting she was in her suit. She liked and agreed with my assessment, testing my sincerity by rubbing her ass teasingly against my growing hardness.But then she collected herself, gripped my wrists and removed my hands from her boobs. She reached for the coffee things and told me, “I still need my coffee before everything gets out of hand. It will concentrate my imagination on after.”Helen chuckled, “How is your imagination, Ben? I’ve already felt it might match mine.”She guffawed and butted my erection with her bum. I bit her ear in revenge and told her that I loved women with imagination, especially when others called it a dirty mind.Helen gathered all the coffee things together and took them to the living room. We were now at ease with each other and with what we knew would follow. There was neither the need to nor did we have the urge to rush. I was sure that Helen would erect no canlı bahis siteleri last-minute, hindering barriers. Although I knew nothing about her past and her sexual experience and expectations yet, I was peculiarly confident that we would be perfect partners in sin.Sitting thigh pressing on thigh, we drank our coffee and talked. On sitting down, we had given each other a lengthy, companionable kiss to make up for our strained first meeting at the door. Now we were sure we were lovers. I told Helen how much I admired her suit.She smiled, then admitted she had it bought for our meeting today. At first, she said, she was not certain. “When I tried it on in the shop over my undergarments, it seemed not quite what I wanted. But this morning, slipping into it naked, I knew it was perfect.”Helen giggled. She had also blushed but continued. “I looked in the mirror and imagined you looking at me. It made me tingle all over and took away my breath.”I drew her close and told her that it does that for me and that I am almost sorry that eventually, she would have to take it off. She drew me close and gave me a quick kiss. Then she took my hand to guide it under her enticing garment’s top. As I cupped a firm, shapely boob, Helen’s lips found mine. We sunk into a long, lingering kiss, not wild and hungry but sensuously tasting. We knew it was the appetiser for the feast to come. And Helen’s nipple had begun to stiffen against the palm of my hand.Then Helen momentarily turned away to say, “As my suit is so sexy and turning you on, I’ll let you enjoy it a bit longer. Why don’t you undress first? I’d love to help if you let me.”Helen made it easy. She got up to move the uncleared coffee table to the centre of the room. Returning canlı bahis to the couch, Helen knelt down. I tried to kiss her, but she pulled back. “Are you shy too, Ben? Or don’t you like women undressing you?”I slipped out of my coat. Helen undid my tie and, with steady and determined fingers, unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off, and threw it on my jacket. I wondered whether her nerve would fail her. She hesitated before she clasped me to press a kiss on my naked belly. And then, with great deliberation and swiftly, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I lifted, and she stripped me of my trousers. Then, leaning back, with a mischievous grin, she reached for my boxer shorts and pulled them down.I was naked! She leant back and looked me over. Then she bent forward and embraced my thighs. Resting her head close to my cock, Helen whispered, “I love you naked. I somehow knew you would have a beautiful cock.”After suspense-charged seconds, Helen stood up. Raising her arms, she stretched, pressing the contours of her pubes, boobs and nipples against the cloth. Knowing what she did, she grinned down at me and asked: “Can we make love on the floor? I want to remember it whenever I sit here watching television with Juergen. I’ve been naughty; looking down, I’ve thought of it for a week now: of us, naked, making love on the carpet. Do you think I’m crazy?”Helen did not wait for an answer. She pulled the suit’s jacket over her head and threw it on top of my clothes. Facing me, she undid the clasp on her pants and let it slide to the floor. For a long moment, Helen stood still, inviting me to look at the firm globes of her breasts, the stiff nipples above the softness of her belly, and the tempting of her auburn bush.Helen’s beauty had a sensual glow that rendered me breathless. Then she stepped out of the pants around her ankles, bent down and threw them to the other discards. She knelt, reached out her arms beckoning me to join her on the carpet.

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