Taking Tiffany ‘On Tour’.

Based on a post by ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

We had another pizza at her house that night. Tiffany seemed very happy, and I patted my ego on the back thinking it was because I’d said she didn’t belong in a rubber room. After two slices of pizza, Tiffany rubbed her tummy and said she couldn’t eat anymore. Then she said she had to go do something, but she’d be right back.

“Right back” meant five minutes to me, but in my experience, a woman’s clock works differently than a man’s. I forgot all about clocks and experience when she did come back.

Tiffany had changed from her jeans and blouse to a filmy, black nightgown that was held closed by one simple black sash. That in itself would have been erotic enough. It was nearly transparent, and her black lacy bra and black lacy panties were in such contrast to her skin, it didn’t take any imagination to see them.

Tiffany grinned.

“Your mouth is hanging open again.”

I shut my mouth, and then opened it again.

“Tiffany, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to flash you.”

“I think you already are.”

Tiffany put her hands on her hips, pulled back her shoulders and grinned again.

“I am not. I have clothes on and you can’t see me, see.”

She turned all the way around slowly, slow enough I could see her bra was just thin straps attached to two lace cups, and her panties; well, in front they looked like panties, but in the back; there really wasn’t a back, just one thin strap that disappeared between her soft cheeks at the bottom, and emerged at the top of her hips to make a little “Y” at the waist band.

“Tiffany, if you get any more naked, ; I don’t know if you want that.”

Tiffany untied the string of her negligee and slipped it from her shoulders.

“Remember when I said showing myself was fun?”

“Yes, I remember.”

Tiffany unhooked the strap on her bra and then slipped the shoulder straps off her arms while holding the cups over her breasts.

“It was more than fun for me. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but I was always too afraid. Having you tell me what to do was so nice. I was still afraid to do it, but it wasn’t me telling me anymore. It was you.”

Tiffany slowly let the bra cups fall away from her breasts.

“I need to have you keep telling me what I should wear so I can keep doing it. It makes me so; well, just look at me.”

I was looking. Tiffany’s nipples were long, stiff and thick with ridged sides and a little dimple in each beautiful tip.

Tiffany hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over one hip.

“It does more than that to me, too, things that never happened before. I get these feelings and they won’t go away unless I; ”

Tiffany pulled the panties down over the other hip.

“unless I think about how the men looked at me and what they were thinking they’d like to do to me and then I have to; well; you know.”

Tiffany pulled the skimpy piece of black lace down to her knees. They fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.

“I was hoping that showing myself to you might make you want to take care of that for me. You liked it this afternoon.”

I was at a loss for words for a few seconds. Tiffany standing there, naked and beautiful and so very desirable, was wreaking havoc with my thoughts. Half of me wanted to pick her up, carry her to the bedroom, and show her exactly what I was thinking about. The other half said I needed to be sure that’s what she really wanted.

“Tiffany, there’s only so much of this I can take.”

She walked over and put her arms around my neck and pressed her bare breasts into my chest. She was trembling when she spoke.

“Promise you won’t think I’m crazy?”

“I already told you you’re not.”

“Then tell me what you were thinking this afternoon when I showed myself to you; and then I want you to make lo; to; to; to do me.”

“I’m quite a bit older than you. Are you really sure?”

Tiffany grinned as she closed the distance between us. She stroked a finger down my chest.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you about that, but I didn’t know how without you thinking I was crazy for being that way too. I like being with you. You make me feel safe even when I’m scared and you understand how I think. I’m sure. I’m as sure as I can get. Now, what were you thinking about when I flashed you?”

“Well, I was thinking about how sexy you are.”

Tiffany’s fingers moved to the top button on my shirt.

“And what else were you thinking about? Maybe that you’d like to have me in bed with you?”

“Well, yes. I wouldn’t be a man if I didn’t think about that.”

The top button on my shirt slipped out of the buttonhole and Tiffany’s slender fingers moved down to the second button.

“Tell me what you’d do to me.”

“It might be better if I just showed you.”

My shirt gapped open as the second button came undone, and Tiffany slipped her hand inside it.

“Then tell me while you’re doing it.”

“Well, let’s see; First I’d have to feel those big boobs of yours. I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.”

I stood up, lifted Tiffany’s right breast, and squeezed gently. Tiffany caught her breath.

“Do you like the way I feel?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I like it too. What else would you do?”

“Something like this.”

I pushed Tiffany’s stiff right nipple down and then let my fingertip slip off it. It popped back up, stiffer than before, and she caught her breath again.

By this time, my shirt buttons were all undone, and Tiffany was stroking my bare chest. As she lightly raked her nails through my chest hair, her voice was low and soft.

“Do the other one.”

I was pretty sure her big breasts grew just a little firmer when I cupped them both and let my fingertips brush her nipples. Tiffany made a little gasp and pulled my shirt open and out of my jeans. I was still cupping her breasts when she put her arms around my neck and pushed them into my chest, then moved them back and forth. I had to chuckle.

“I did all that with just my fingers?”

“Yeah. Do more, a lot more, and tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m going to squeeze your hot little ass cheeks next. Think you’ll like that?”

“I don’t know. Do it and I’ll tell you.”

I grabbed a very smooth, very female ass cheek in each hand, squeezed them and then lifted them apart. Tiffany shivered and I had to chuckle again.

“I think you did like it.”

Tiffany kissed my ear and then nuzzled it. Her whispered response raised my cock enough to be uncomfortable.

“Yes, I did. What comes next?”

She pressed both breasts into me hard enough I could feel her rigid nipples trying to bore holes in my chest.

“Well, what comes next is I get out of these clothes before my cock rips open my jeans. Then, I’m going to lay you down on this couch.”

“Will you look at me; at my; my; between my legs?”

“Oh, you can count on that.”

It was hard to unbuckle my belt with Tiffany mashing her little rounded tummy into me, but I managed. Getting the jeans off was more of a problem. I had to take off my boots first and I couldn’t bend over. I pushed her away gently, and after shucking the boots, jeans and my shorts pulled her back into my arms.

“Now, where were we.”

Tiffany nibbled my ear lobe.

“You were going to lay me down on the couch.”

“Ah, right. Here we go.”

As soon as I laid her down, Tiffany crossed her legs and put one hand over the dark bush on her mound. I grinned.

“Still bashful, I see.”

She grinned sheepishly.

“You have to tell me what to do.”

“Well, to start, take your hand away from that bush. I want to see it.”

I took Tiffany to the Lake, so she could have men look at her.

Tiffany blushed bright pink, but she pulled her hand up to her tummy.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, like that. Now, open up, so I can see you.”

Tiffany got even pinker, and I thought her nipples got a little longer too.

“I can’t. I’m not pretty down there.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Now open up those legs.”

Slowly, Tiffany spread her thighs. The hair was a little matted, but I could still see full, pouting lips, and just the hint of some very delicious looking inner lips peeking out from between them.

I sat down between Tiffany’s spread thighs, lifted one to the back of the couch, and eased the other to let her put her foot on the floor.

“You’re wrong, Tiffany. You’re gorgeous.”

“My ex thought I was too big there.”

“Then your ex was an idiot. I’ll show you what I think.”

Tiffany moaned when I touched her mound.

“Don’t forget to tell me what you’re going to do.”

“I’m going to spread these gorgeous lips and have a look at what’s inside, that’s what I’m going to do.”

As my fingers gently separated the dark brown strands, Tiffany’s hips rocked slightly. When I separated her outer lips with my thumbs, she moaned again.

Her inner lips were full and rippled, and glistened with wetness. I’d been right about the act of exposing herself making Tiffany aroused. I’d just been a little off about how much. I ran a finger between her inner lips and she gasped.

“Are you going to do me now?”

“No, I want to do something else first. I think you’ll like it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to see if you taste as good as you look.”

Tiffany raised her head and looked at me.

“You’re not going to; to put your mouth there, are you?”

“Oh yeah. I’m going to do that a lot.”

Tiffany’s eyes opened wider.

“Tell me how you’re going to do that.”

“I’m going to lick every little ripple and fold, and then I’m going to lick that little button I see at the top of your slit.”

I didn’t wait for her to say anything. I just buried my face between her satin thighs and licked her from bottom to top. I thought she was going to buck me off on the floor when she heaved herself up off the couch.

“Oh God. Do that again.”

Without saying anything, I ran my tongue over both Tiffany’s inner lips, and then slipped it between them. She gasped and I felt her hands touch the back of my head.

There wasn’t much talking after that for a while. I couldn’t talk with my mouth full of Tiffany’s inner lips or with my tongue stuck inside her as far as it would reach. She didn’t seem to be in a talking mood either, but she was anything but quiet. Her little murmurs about how she felt turned into low moans that kept getting louder. When I pushed in my tongue and licked all around her entrance, she gasped and her hips rocked up again. When I finally licked beside her stiff little clit, Tiffany groaned and her fingers clenched in my hair.

“Oh God, put it in. Do me now.”

I raised up enough to look at her face, and I had to smile. What I’d often wished was becoming reality. Tiffany’s face was flushed, her mouth was open and her breath was coming in quiet pants. Her nipples were rock hard and her nipple beds were pebbled and wrinkled so much they seemed to push her nipples even higher.

“Nope. I get to do this first.”

I slipped my hands around her ass and up to her breasts. After finding both nipples with my hands, I rolled them and then pulled them up. At the same time, my lips sealed around her stiff clit and I sucked.

That was all it took. Tiffany cried out and arched her body off the couch. I went with her, sucking her clit and tugging on her nipples. Three more times she cried out as the waves of the orgasm swept her away. I could feel her clit moving in and out as I kept it trapped between my lips. With a final gasp, she fell back on the couch, and gently pushed my face away.

“No more. I can’t.”

I pulled my hands from her breasts and gently stroked her mound.

“You wanted me to, what was it you said? Oh yeah, you wanted me to do you, remember? I haven’t done you yet.”

“Yes, but I already; ”

“Just relax and let me drive. If you really can’t, I’ll stop.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to do what you wanted me to do.”

“Can I watch?”

I helped Tiffany scoot back until her back was against the arm of the couch and she could look down her body without having to hold up her head. Her mouth fell open when I slipped my cock between her soft lips and probed for the entrance, As I entered her, she grimaced a little, so I pulled back out and then pushed in again. This time, I pushed in about half my length and pulled out again. Tiffany moaned as my third stroke bottomed out inside her.

I figured she’d be too sensitive for a while, so I just stroked in and out slowly until I felt her hips begin rocking into each stroke. She was still watching, and with each stroke, her lips would purse and she’d suck in a breath. As I pulled back out, she’d exhale, though sometimes, the breath came out as a little moan. After her third moan, I decided to push her a little. I thought she might like it, and I knew it would make this better for both of us.

“Tiffany, I want to see you play with your nipples.”

She didn’t say no or that she’d be too embarrassed. She just took her right nipple between two fingers and rolled it. Her little gasp told me I’d been right, and I told her as much.

“That’s right. Do what makes you hot..”

It was obvious Tiffany knew what that was. What started as gentle rolling of each nipple soon became tight pinches and then pulling on them enough she lifted her breasts into cones. It was working on her. I could tell because she was getting wetter, that warm, sticky wetness that meant she was getting lost in the sensations her body was feeling.

When Tiffany began to thrust her hips into my strokes, I sped up a little. I could tell she was getting close because she was no longer watching my cock sliding in and out. Her face was rolled to the side, and she was beginning to pant again.

“Tiffany, play with your clit for me.”

Slowly, her hand slipped between us and I felt her finger moving in circles at the top of her slit. She gasped and moved the finger faster, and I followed by stroking faster.

After a minute or so of that, Tiffany shrieked and arched high again. That drove my cock inside her a little more and I couldn’t hold back. I groaned as seed raced through my stroking cock and splashed inside her rippling passage. She shrieked again as the second spurt made me gasp, and began to shake as the third drained me. I kept stroking until she sighed and eased back down on the couch.

It took Tiffany a couple minutes to stop panting, and a couple more before the little contractions around my cock stopped. She looked up at me and smiled.

“Will you do me again tonight?”

I chuckled.

“I take it you liked what I did?”

Tiffany stretched, making her big breasts do some really erotic things, then pulled her legs to my sides and held me there.

“Everything; I liked everything.”

“Well, we’ll see about doing it again. I need a little recovery time.”

“Just as long as it doesn’t take a week, like with my ex.”

I chuckled.

“We could spend the week going places where you could show yourself some more.”

“What would you tell me to show?”

“Well, maybe you could wear some really short shorts; and not wear any panties.”

Tiffany gasped.

“I could never do that. Men would see my; my; ”

“Yes, they’d see it if you bent over just right.”

“Would that make them want to do things to me?”

“Tiffany, the only way it wouldn’t is if they were too stupid to be alive.”

She giggled.

“I wouldn’t want anybody like that doing me, but you can do me again.”

“Oh, I will, but one of these times we’re going to try something different.”

Tiffany’s voice was low and soft again.

“Tell me how we’re going to do it.”

“Well; You’re going to be naked so your neighbors could see if they looked.”

“They’d see my boobies, wouldn’t they?”

“Yep.”

“Would that make the men get hard?”

“Yep. Just like they’re making me hard again right now.”

“So, we’re going to do that now?”

“No. The couch is OK, but I think we’ll do it on your bed this time.”

Tiffany grinned.

“I have a window beside my bed. Somebody might see us.”

I smiled and bent down to inhale Tiffany’s left nipple, then raised back up.

“Probably so. They might even see your hot little ass and see my cock going in and out of your tight little cunt.”

Tiffany grinned.

“Nobody ever told me it was tight before. Is it really?”

“I was snug as a bug in a rug. It was fantastic.”

“I think you better do me again before it gets too late. My neighbors go to bed really early sometimes.”

I’m not sure where we’re going with this. Tiffany seems to be very happy with the way things are now, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it too. We’ll see what we see, I guess. Until then, I’ll keep telling Tiffany what to wear, and she’ll keep getting excited. I’ll keep doing her, as she says, when we get back to her place.

Since it’s gotten warm again, she wants to have a picnic this Saturday. I think she’s going to wear a tank top with no bra and short shorts. Half way through the afternoon, I’ll talk her into taking off her panties. That ought to be good for a fantastic evening, and probably a really fantastic morning too.

“Looks like he can. Looks like he’s enjoying the view too.”

“He’s coming this way. What does he want?”

“Well, he’s probably just going to make a few casts at our dock. Fish like to hang out under a dock. Either that, or he wants a closer look at your big tits and bush. Nope; they both just put their rods down. Want me to invite them to swim with us?”

“Don’t you d