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 exposin