I smiled and kissed her back. She pulled away from me suddenly and slowly unzipped her dress allowing it to fall gracefully from her body. I followed her lead and carefully disrobed. We stood there for a while, admiring each other's seemingly flawless bodies in the soft glow. I stepped forward and slid my arms around Krystal's slender waist, loving the feel of her soft skin against my eager hands.
Her kisses were soft and gentle, not the hard lust-filled ones I was expecting. She carefully stripped me out of my remaining articles of clothing and I did the same to her. It was then that I noticed how soft the rose petals were against my skin. We both stood there amid the candlelight, exposed to each other, unmoving, afraid to move or else the spell might be broken.
I was the first to move away and blow out a candle. Krystal did the same and we continued until all the candles in the room were out save one on the nightstand. She crawled up on the bed first pulling me with her. Kneeling on the bed, our arms encircled the other as our lips meshed together. Our bodies were pressed together and my mind was overwhelmed with sensations I had never felt before. Our skin pressing together, the sweet smell of her perfume, the feel of her hands running circles over the small of my back, the feel of her own skin beneath my fingertips. I brought my hands around to her stomach and very gently ran my fingernails over her sensitive skin. She broke the kiss to giggle and then moan as I moved up on her body, sweeping over her round breasts. I traced down her arms and then over to her hips still softly running my fingers over her exterior. I gripped her hips and coaxed her into lying back and allowing me to continue my exploration of her body.
I kneeled between her slightly spread legs, resting my arms on her knees, just gazing at her for a while beneath the soft flicker of the flame. "Baby, I love you," I whispered and she grinned at me. I leaned over and cupped her face in my hands kissing her quickly. I ran my hands back down her body slowly. I really wasn't sure what to do to her, so I did this just to give myself some time to think. I figured that she might like what I liked done to me, so I continued my slow torture of her flesh with my fingers. I finally made it down over her hips and then up to her knees and down her thighs very slowly and very deliberately. Into the tight black curls at the base of her thighs my hands went. She moaned slightly at first and louder as I continued to just run my hands through her hair. I removed my left and placed it back up onto her knee, my right hand still toying with her curls, twisting the coarse hair in my fingers. I eventually allowed myself to move lower on her body. Her pink skin almost welcomed my touch as I gently explored her folds, familiarizing myself with her body. I thought about what the five men that I knew would be returning to the hotel sometime soon would think of this. Or more likely, how much they would pay for the show. For some reason men always wanted to see two girls touching each other's bodies. I believe the Backstreet Boys had grown accustomed to us kissing, but the only touching we ever did within the sight of them was handholding.
I continued teasing her folds and eventually moved past her entrance, which was already begging, screaming for attention. Her juices were flowing by this point to the extent of threatening to drip out onto the sheets beneath us. I ignored her highly lubricated opening and moved down her body still further. I knew I loved what I was doing to her and I just hoped she felt the same. Gently I ran my finger just over the opening of her rectum and then back up towards her wet core. I was right, she did enjoy it for she sucked in a considerable amount of air when I did this and moaned quite seductively. I thought about entering her at that point, but opted not to. Finding her clit under my index finger, I rubbed gently at first, but as she started to writhe and moan more and more with my touch, I became more feverish in my motions. I was rubbing her quick and hard, completely enjoying the sounds she was making and the fact that she was thrusting her hips to meet my hand. She was drawing close to what I figured was her first climax. Climaxes are hard to judge sometimes. I had thought I had had them before, but then I had had a couple of men get me to a point that I knew I had never experienced before. The feeling lasted several minutes, so I knew it had to be that fabled orgasm.
Krystal, the slightly sweat soaked beauty beneath me, hit her mark wonderfully. Outside our little world, I heard shuffling, just as she started to scream, "Becca...oh Becca!" I figured the Backstreet Boys were on the floor and were thinking about knocking on the door when they heard Krystal's orgasmic scream rattling the inside of the room. Thankfully they decided against disturbing us. I ultimately decided to stick with clitoral orgasms for my time pleasing my girl, that night achieving four back to back screams of ecstasy as I never really allowed her to come down. I would have tried for more, but I was a little apprehensive about immersing my own flesh within her.
She on the other hand, had no problem with the idea. When I had finished with her, she practically jumped on me, wanting to return the favor. Her hands caressed my breasts for a moment before moving down rather quickly into my folds. Teasing my clit for only a few moments, she stopped short of an orgasm and brushed her fingers against my lips. Finding them moist to the touch, she gently inserted one finger as far as she could possibly go. God her piano fingers were a blessing in that regard. She began exploring my interior, slowly circling around inside of me. Every so often she would brush against one spot or another and I would gasp. Finding those spots again, she slowly started to press against them. The pleasure it sent coursing through my veins was intense, but after a bit, it didn't seem to be enough. "More," I gasped out, hoping she understood my meaning. Thankfully she did as she added yet another long piano finger into my core. Pushing against the same spot, but this time with slightly more pressure on my walls, she was building me to one climax I knew I wasn't going to forget. As I felt the orgasm building in my blood, I sat up and kissed her lips, wanting her to feel me as I came. My lips were planted firmly to hers as I came that first time, moaning loudly into her mouth. I believe though she was a little overwhelmed at that point, because whereas I would have continued, attempting to achieve bigger and better orgasms, she stopped cold and allowed me to come down. That was definitely something we were going to need to work on.
She let me go and quickly moved to curl up in my still shaking arms. She leaned over and blew out the candle that was now almost a ball of wax. She kissed my forehead and thanked me. I thanked her as well, but she was so spent from her evening that she had already fallen asleep.
