Authors: Abie,Malie
Isabella was silent, relaxed and calm. I let my breathing slow and felt better than I had in many, many
years. My arms went around the girl on me on I held her. She was still quiet and calm, as if she was also
at peace with me. We lay and gave each other the simple joy of closeness. It was several minutes before
Isabella looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back and asked, "Are you ready for pizza?" She nodded yes
and I moved to get up.
She got up and as I swung my legs over to stand, my towel fell away. I ignored that and stood up. I gave
Isabella a firm hug, which she returned. I walked to the closet and put on the second robe. Isabella's
robe was open and her slim body, succulent firm breasts and her down covered pubic area was my eye's
delight. She just smiled as I drank in the beauty and then I walked over and standing behind her, closed
her robe and tied the sash. I held her tight from behind, one arm over her breasts and one hand pressing
in on her vulva, letting her know how much I enjoyed her body. Then I kissed her head.
Letting go, I walked to the phone, sat on the chair and called room service. After ordering the food, I
topped up my wine glass and thinking that Isabella might want some, said, "Are you allowed to have
some of this?" She smiled and nodded 'yes'. I wasn't sure if this was really the case but poured her a
small glass anyway. She took it and sipped a slight amount. Her facial expression showed no surprise and
I realized that she had had wine before. I put out my hand and she took it. I led her to the bedroom and
we sat on it, talked about everyday girl things and sipped the wine. I glanced at the bedside clock. It was
two in the afternoon. I thought of Kurt and his return around seven. I thought about what he would feel
if he knew I was drinking wine with this teen girl, wearing only robes after we both had had an orgasm
and plotting how to seduce her some more. Bu Kurt was gone for the day and Isabella was sitting on my
bed. I put some pillows against the headboard and taking her wine glass, I got Isabella to sit back against
them. I handed back her glass, then doing the same, I was half sitting, half lying beside her. I put my arm
around her and she leaned against me. We continued to talk girl talk and sipped the wine. One of her
legs moved and she brought a foot up, placing it against her inner thigh. It was an innocent and
adolescent posture. Her large robe still covered her vulva and I imagined it uncovered and available. I
just gave her a squeeze with my arm and we kept on chatting.
When a knock was heard at the door, I said, "Stay here, honey. I'll get the pizza." She nodded and I got
up and making sure my robe was closed I answered the door. A young man, also about eighteen, smiled
at me and stepped in with a tray. He looked around and I simply said, "Just put it on the table by the
chair." He did and stepped back. I didn't have a tip ready for him. My clutch was in the bedroom and I
didn't want to go in and have Isabella say something. With nothing else to offer the young man, I just let
my robe fall open. He looked at me in a puzzled way and I stepped up to him and taking his hand, guided
it to my pussy. His hand stiffened and he blushed deeply. I moved his hand against me and then turned
him around and pushed him to the door. He left without looking back and I closed and locked the door.
Smiling to myself, I picked up the tray, the bottle of wine and went into the bedroom.
Isabella's eyes lit up "Pizza!" I put the tray on the bed, took the top off of the pizza plate and she helped
herself. She sat cross legged and this time I could see her naked, young vulva. She was unconcerned and
just beamed as she ate. I also sat cross legged, making sure I was similarly exposed. I settled in on my
salad and did my best not to stare at Isabella's smooth, labia and her fine, sparse, downy pubic hair. She
seemed hungry and for a minute, ate in silence. Then she looked at me and said, "Kathy, why do you not
have...." She looked at her own sparse pubic hair and I realized what she meant.
I smiled again, thinking about the first times I felt a girl's mouth on my willing young pleasure places. The
thought of Isabella's mouth on me was intoxicating and I inwardly felt a thrill of anticipation. "If you
want to, Honey, we can...after we have our lunch."
I had a wicked thought of Isabella's young pussy being my lunch and felt the moisture deep in me start
to build. The teen child was now a bit flushed at the thoughts running through her head. I felt warm and
it wasn't just the wine. I caught her gazing at my exposed labia and she seemed to be a bit embarrassed
about it. I gave her my best reassuring smile and said, "Its okay to look at me, Honey. I like to look at you
too."
I continued to eat my salad, sipped my wine and 'accidentally' let my robe open a bit, giving Isabella a
clear view of my breasts. She looked and a hand went to her own breast, still covered. I saw her give a
squeeze and she returned to her pizza but her mind was not on the food.
"You have very beautiful breasts, Isabella. You are going to be a very beautiful woman soon." She smiled
at me and her hand went back to her breast. She shyly opened her robe a bit and offered me the view of
her girlish breast, topped by an erect and inviting nipple. With a false appearance of calm, I took her
wine glass and put hers and mine on the bedside table. I put the plates back on the tray, put the tray on
the table and now we were both free to make love. I kissed her on her mouth. She kissed back and I
gently pushed her down and kept kissing.
Her robe was now completely open. I gazed at her lithe, slim body. She had already moved a leg,
offering herself to me. I put a hand to her vulva and gently pressed. She laid still and calm, accepting my
seduction. Her eyes were closed. I move down a bit and took a breast in my mouth. It felt so firm,
almost hard. Her skin was velvet and I kissed and then sucked down on her nipple. She just breathed
deeply and lay still, relaxed and calm. I kept up the gentle pressure to her vulva and felt her press back. I
moved down, kissing and caressing her tummy, steadily approaching her young, sweet pussy. Then I got
up, moved below her and as she spread her legs for me, wanting me, wanting my mouth on her, I gave it
to her.
Her scent was like the scent of the water, and I started slow. I wanted her to feel completely at ease. I
gently kissed and touched her inner thighs, her skin above and then carefully came to her lovely bud of a
clit. I put the tip of my tongue to it and she sighed, spread her legs a bit more and relaxed. She was
acting like a girl many years older and I wondered why, but let it pass and made gentle oral love to her.
I parted her thin labia with my fingertips and felt a wonderful wetness at her vaginal opening. It was like
the finest liquid lube, slippery and scented like adolescent desire. I tasted it and it was my turn to sigh.
She moved her legs wide and pulled up her knees, letting them fall and gave me open and willing access
to her sweet, sweet young self. I wanted to take it easy, to let her have the slow building pleasure I had
had when she was asleep. Her hands remained at her sides and she was very content to let me give her
the pleasures she wanted.
I was amazed at how turned on I was. I wanted to put my tongue deep into her, to put fingers deep into
her but stayed in touch with her youth and just gently played on her outside. I moved back a bit to gaze
at her. With her labia slightly parted I could see her pink vaginal opening, wet and glistening. Her clit was
slightly swollen now. Her tight, tiny asshole was pink, surrounded by her tan skin. As much as I wanted
to kiss it, finger it and enter it, I knew that might not be welcome. I lowered my mouth to her offered
treasures and sucked, kissed and touched.
Isabella was very calm. Her breathing was still steady but a bit deeper. I moistened a finger with my own
saliva and touched it to her vaginal entrance, her young but willing portal to bliss. She just sighed as the
finger slowly slipped in. The luscious girl wetness felt like the finest oil and there was no friction to slow
my finger. Her tight vagina was all around my finger and her muscles squeezed a bit as she involuntarily
responded to her vagina being penetrated. I gently and slowly moved my finger, in and out as I mouthed
her rubbery wet clit. My tongue lapped at her shaft which was small and hard. When I moved a down a
tiny amount and took her clit bud in my mouth, she gave a little girl moan and tilted her pelvis, pushing
up to my mouth. I sucked gently on her now firm bud and my vaginally surrounded finger pressed up
and started on her very responsive G. Making a mental note to give her a long and succulent build up, I
started her towards orgasm.
It was hard to remember that Isabella was still a teen. Even though her body was well into puberty, she
seemed more like a young woman. She was so comfortable with me between her legs I wondered who
else may have been there. I imagined other women, staying at the resort and seducing the innocent
looking Isabella. I didn't care. She was here. She was on my bed. My mouth was on her and loving it. And
she was happy having my mouth there. She was making little girl noises now. Not open and vocal
sounds, but soft sighs, slight gasps and incredibly enticing mewling sounds. I remembered hearing them
from my first teen girl lovers. I was happy to hear them and happy to make Isabella give them to me.
Again, I checked my level of stimulation, wanting Isabella to feel the pressure, feel the burn and feel the
overwhelming desire to come. But only after I had thrilled at keeping her at the edge was I willing to give
her the release she would be aching for. I wanted her to have an orgasm even stronger, longer and
deeper than the one she had had in the tub. Even at eighteen, I was certain she could take it.
It took a minute more but her hands went to my head, pulling me into her. I let her hold me tight but I
was in control of my mouth and tongue. I was in control of the finger in her vagina. I backed off a bit and
she just kept her hands on my head, holding my face to her wet and slippery girl pussy. She was moving
and rubbing her self against my face, just like an older girl would. I let her please herself that way for a
minute then sucked on her bud and pressed up on her G. She responded by moaning a bit louder and
her hips started to move more rhythmically. I worked my tongue over her more than responsive clit and
she was getting closer.
Determined to make her next orgasm volcanic, I again held back and let my finger relax. She tightened
on it, wanting the G pressure to continue but I was not going to let her climax soon. I wasn't trying to
tease her or make her frustrated, although she may have been thinking I was. I only wanted her to feel
the pressure and tension mount and then hold, to make her feel as good as I had. I wanted her to feel
the orgasm close but not close enough. I wanted her to beg for release. I wanted the teen child woman
to feel like her throbbing clit and vagina were about to explode. I carefully brought her closer and
backed off again.
Isabella was now at least fifteen minutes into this. Her young and sweet vagina was still putting out
delicious and enticing wetness. I removed my finger and went for the fluid, lapping at her vagina and
probing with my tongue. Putting my mouth over it, I sucked and she started to whimper. The fluid was
sweet and clean. It tasted of youth and life. I shuddered as I felt it go down my throat. Isabella was
talking now. I didn't know the words but she seemed to be pleading. I listened and let her pull my head
tight to her desperate and wet girl woman vulva. I fingered her vagina and pressed up. She shuddered. I
went for her clit and very, very gently bit. She likely had never felt that before but she wanted it. In her
babbling words I heard 'Kathy' several times. And then she was speaking English. "Please, Kathy,
please...please." It was all I could do to make her wait a minute more.
She was pumping herself into my face, and I held back, letting her clit go untouched, except by her own
efforts. My finger was relaxed. She was whimpering louder and I felt that making her wait any longer
was now going to be sadistic. I made her wait. She was humping into my face and by pulling my head up
a bit, she was helpless, unable to achieve release from her sexual bondage. "Kathy...Kathy....Kathy..." It
was time.
My finger curled up to her eighteen year old G and massaged. My mouth went to her now very swollen
clit and with my lips holding it, I sucked and tongued like a baby at its mother's breast. Isabella knew it
was going to happen now. She was gasping and her body started to writhe. Her vagina was clamping on
my finger and her pelvis was arched to put more finger pressure on her most pleasurable asset. I wasn't
holding back but it seemed like the orgasm was just eluding her. She was on the very edge, on the knife
blade and it hurt. She called out in words I didn't know but the meaning was clear. Then she was over
the edge and was coming.
Her head was pounding back against the bed. Her body was one complete seizure of ecstasy. I looked at
her face, a grimace of contorted, releasing lust and she convulsed once, then twice and then a third
time. She gasped in a breath and convulsed again, this time unable to move, her body locked in a spasm
of orgasmic steel. A few more shuddering spasms and she fell back. And then she arched up in one last
wave of sexual release and went over onto her side, curling up into a ball and her hand was over her
vulva, protecting it from any more attention.