'How's your meal?'
Danni glanced across the table at the man sitting opposite her, and smiled uncertainly.
'It's fine,' she said.
'More wine?'
She nodded. 'Thank you.'
She watched him as he poured the red liquid into her glass. He was quite handsome really, she mused. If only he wasn't ten years her senior she might have been very attracted to him. As it was, he was proving a charming dinner companion. Despite the fact that she had known him for only a few hours, his easy manner and witty conversation were making for an unexpectedly enjoyable evening.
In fact, he was the first company she'd had for some time. She was well into the fourth week of her trip, hitchhiking across the United States, and it was proving a somewhat lonely adventure since she had walked out on Chas two weeks earlier.
She and Chas had met at the travel agent. Both had been buying tickets to the East Coast, and both planned to hitch rides across the continent. They had fallen into conversation at once, and had soon agreed to pool their resources. At first it had seemed a good idea, travelling together and sharing expenses. But they soon found out that they did not get on at all well, and after a series of arguments Danni packed her bags and moved on. Since then she had been travelling alone, choosing her own itinerary and staying where she could afford.
Peter Bourne had picked her up that afternoon. She had just left a roadside diner and barely held out her thumb before he had drawn to a stop and offered her a ride. It was he who had suggested they stay the night in the city, and he who had found the hotel - the Hotel Astra. It wasn't the most salubrious part of town, but it was clean and the rooms were comfy. The food in the restaurant wasn't bad either, she mused as she tucked into her meal.
Peter seemed quite taken with her, and was apparently unbothered by the ruffled state she was in after her long travels. Danni glanced across at a mirror that hung on the wall opposite where she was sitting, studying her reflection critically. Living out of a rucksack wasn't that easy, and her clothes weren't exactly stylish. Her blouse was plain and white. Despite its simplicity, though, it showed off her pert young breasts beautifully. She had undone the top three buttons, leaving an expanse of cleavage on view, and the way his eyes frequently dropped to her chest showed her that he approved. Her skirt, too, had been well-chosen. It was a short one that revealed long, slender legs with finely-shaped ankles.
At nineteen, Danni Bright had a beautiful body, and she enjoyed letting men see it, though she wasn't sure why. It wasn't as if she had an active sex life. In fact she was extremely inexperienced sexually, having lost her virginity in a friend's bedroom to a fumbling youth who had come too early, leaving her confused and unsatisfied. Since then she had decided that sex wasn't for her, and contented herself with occasionally masturbating in the privacy of her bedroom when her urges became too great. She knew, though, that men found her extremely attractive with her slim, shapely body, her long blonde hair and her elfin looks. Now, as Peter gazed into her green eyes, she sensed his attraction toward her.
'Penny for your thoughts,' he said.
She smiled. 'Nothing much.'
They finished their meal and took cups of coffee into the lounge, where they continued to chat. Peter ordered brandies, and Danni found her head beginning to swim somewhat as she sipped at hers. When he rose and suggested they go up, she was a little unsteady on her feet and she giggled as he took her arm and guided her.
Once alone in her room, Danni slowly disrobed. Then she stood before the full-length mirror that hung by the door and examined herself. There was no doubt that she was extremely beautiful, her firm breasts jutting forward, requiring no support, the nipples large and succulent. Her waist was slim, and her tummy was toned and flat. Her wispy pubic bush was blonde, forming a neat triangle beneath which the furrow of her sex was clearly visible. She ran her finger down between her legs, tracing the soft flesh of her slit, shivering slightly as she touched her clitoris. The alcohol had had its effect on her and she suddenly found herself feeling oddly aroused. Perhaps she would masturbate when she got to bed.
A knock on the door made her start, and she felt suddenly guilty, standing there with no clothes on. She grabbed the T-shirt that lay on the bed and began to pull it on.
'Who is it?'
'It's me, Peter. I brought a little nightcap.'
'Hold on.'
She dragged on the T-shirt, pulling it down as far as she was able. It clung tightly to the curves of her body, accentuating the shape of her breasts, the outline of her nipples showing through. It fitted well about her lower body too, hugging her curvaceous hips and the pert swell of her buttocks. She dragged the hem down as far as she was able, but it was still very short, just long enough to preserve her modesty. She stopped in front of the mirror, uncertain whether it hid her charms sufficiently. Then the knock came again.
'Danni?'
'Okay, I'm coming.'
She opened the door. Peter was wearing a dressing-gown and carrying a bottle of malt whisky. He smiled.
'Thought you might want one for the road.'
'But I'm not going anywhere.'
'It's just an expression. Can I come in?'
She eyed him for a moment. 'All right.'
She stood aside and allowed him in. He walked past her and went into the bathroom, emerging with two glasses. He set them on the table and poured a generous portion of whisky into each. Then he crossed to where she stood and handed one to her. In her bare feet she stood only five foot three inches, her petite form somewhat dwarfed by the large American, but she rather liked the way he towered over her, like some large protector. He clinked his glass against hers.
'Good luck.'
'Cheers.'
The whisky was a good one, and it warmed Danni's throat as it slipped down. She eyed him.
'Are you trying to get me drunk?' she said.
'Could be.'
'So you can have your evil way with me?'
'It's not so evil.'
He reached out a hand and moved it down her cheek, stroking her face, His touch felt good, and she let him run his hands through her hair, gazing up into his eyes.
'You're very beautiful, Danni,' he said.
She didn't reply, but when he took hold of her chin between finger and thumb and raised her face to his she made no move to stop him.
His lips felt soft against her own. When he opened his mouth and probed his tongue into hers she allowed it in, a sudden tingling sensation running through her at the intimacy of the kiss. She wrapped her arms about his neck, still holding her glass, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the embrace. He held her about the waist, his hand stroking her through the thin fabric. Then it began to slide upwards toward her breast.
She broke the kiss.
'Don't,' she whispered.
'Why not. Don't you want it?'
'I... I'm not sure.'
He gazed into her eyes. 'What is it?'
'It's just that I've never really done it.'
'You mean you're a virgin?'
'No. I've had a man inside me. Once.'
'But?'
'But it wasn't exactly what I thought it would be like.'
'Who was it?'
'Just a boy.'
'Then you've got a lot to learn.'
He took her glass from her and placed it on the table along with his. Danni watched him, her heart beating hard. On the one hand, she feared what was about to happen. She knew the drink had weakened her resistance, and that she might regret it in the morning. But, on the other hand, there was a sense of excitement rising within her that was beginning to take control, so that when he took her in his arms and kissed her again she reciprocated willingly, pressing her body against his.
The kiss went on and on, each moment increasing the arousal within the young beauty as she responded to the embrace of this strong man. When at last they broke apart, she was almost panting, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she fought to keep control of herself.
He reached down and took hold of the hem of the T-shirt, beginning to pull it upwards.
'No,' she said, placing her hand on his, but he brushed her aside. He pulled the garment up, peeling it from her like a second skin, revealing the pink softness of bare flesh beneath. Danni resisted for a moment longer, then she sighed and raised her arms in a true gesture of surrender, allowing him to pull it over her head. She stood in front of him, her arms hanging by her sides, as his eyes travelled over her naked frame.
'God, you're lovely,' he breathed.
He reached out a hand and closed it over her breast. Danni glanced down, amazed at how quickly her nipple puckered to hardness under his touch, unable quite to understand the way her body was responding so deliciously to him.
He pushed her gently backwards so that she sat down on the bed. She looked at him questioningly.
'Just leave it to me,' he said. 'Lie back.'
She prostrated herself, her lovely breasts standing up proudly from her chest as she gazed down between them at him. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside her. Then he leaned forward and took her nipple between his lips. Danni gasped aloud as he began gently to suck at it, while his hand toyed with her other breast, his fingers caressing the stiff teat.
Danni could scarcely believe how good it felt, totally different from the fumblings she had experienced at the back of the cinema with the boys of her youth. This was a real man, a man who understood her desires and how to satisfy them.
For the next ten minutes Peter paid homage to Danni's breasts, taking first one, then the other into his mouth, nibbling gently at her nipples, then sucking them hard, sending thrills of excitement through her naked body so that she writhed about beneath him. She was getting more turned on by the second now, and she could feel the wetness welling up inside her as her body responded to his lovemaking.
All at once he knelt up, his hand still toying with her soft mammaries as he gazed down at the svelte young figure laying before him. Danni glanced up questioningly at him, and he gave a slight smile. Then he began to move his hand down, over her ribcage, across her belly and on toward her pubis. Danni said nothing, but already she could feel the muscles of her sex contracting in anticipation of his touch, and she bit her lip to suppress a cry as his fingers probed down into her furrow, seeking her clitoris.
When he found her button, Danni's body lurched, her legs falling open as she responded to his touch, pressing her hips forward, giving herself up to the exquisite pleasure of his ministrations. She could barely believe what was happening to her, splayed naked in the strange room while she abandoned herself to a relative stranger's caresses. All she knew was that, when he slipped a finger into her, it felt delicious, and she moaned with pleasure at the intimacy of his touch.
He started to frig her gently, his finger slipping slowly back and forth as he watched her face. Danni felt the muscles deep inside her contract about his probing digit as the wetness in her flowed anew. As he worked her, he moved down the bed, dropping to his knees between her thighs so that she knew he was staring straight at her sex. Then he lowered his head, and Danni gave a start as she felt his tongue begin lapping at the silky-smooth skin of her inner thigh.
He moved his mouth higher, his finger still working back and forth as he ran his tongue up her legs towards the centre of her desires. Danni was almost panting now, pressing her backside clear of the bed as she urged his fingers ever deeper inside her.
When his tongue found her clitoris, she cried aloud, the spasm of pleasure hitting her like an electric shock. He responded by removing his finger and, taking hold of her hips, burying his face between her thighs. He lapped and sucked at her hard little bud, taking it between her teeth and running his tongue back and forth over it.
She came with a cry. She couldn't help it. Never had she felt so aroused. Now, even as spasms of pleasure continued to course through her body, she realised how different sex could be with an experienced man.
Her orgasm went on for some time, her body rigid, her hips thrust upward against his face as she milked the pleasure from him. At last, though, she was coming down, lying back, her breasts rising and falling as she regained her breath.
'That was great,' she gasped.
'We've only just begun,' he said. 'Now it's time for you to taste your first cock.'
She stared at him. 'You want me to take you in my mouth?'
'Exactly.'
'I... I don't know how.'
'I'll show you.'
He took hold of her hands and pulled her to a sitting position.
'Undo my sash.'
Hesitantly, Danni reached out a hand and took hold of the sash of Peter's dressing-gown. She tugged at it gently and it came undone. The gown fell open, revealing that he was naked beneath. Danni's eyes were immediately drawn to his cock. It was long and thick, hanging down in front of a pair of heavy balls. He took hold of her hand and guided it to his groin, and she shivered slightly as her fingers closed about his shaft.
'Suck it.'
Slowly she leaned forward, lifting his cock to her lips. She could smell him now, a thick, musty aroma that aroused the basest of instincts within her, making her suddenly hungry to taste him. She took him into her mouth, sucking tentatively at him. He tasted salty, and she felt him twitch slightly as he began to stiffen.
Instinctively she reached for his balls, squeezing them in her palm as she continued to suck. He was becoming more rigid by the second now, and it thrilled her to see the effect she was having on him.
By the time he was fully erect she was fellating him hard, her head moving up and down on his shaft, coating it with a sheen of saliva. He grunted with pleasure as she did so, and she wondered if he was going to come in her mouth. She was surprised at her ambivalence at the idea. She would have expected it to revolt her, but she found herself anticipating the taste of his seed with some enthusiasm as his arousal began to transmit itself to her.
As it happened, though, Peter had other plans. He suddenly withdrew his shining penis from her mouth.
'Turn round and lie over the bed,' he said.
Danni eagerly obeyed, kneeling on the carpet and leaning forward over the bedspread, spreading her legs as she did so.
'Now you're going to find out what it's like to do it doggy-fashion,' he said.
He ran a hand down over the soft flesh of her behind. Then she felt the warm, moist tip of his cock probing between her legs. Danni was fully aroused again now, and anxious for the sensation of an erect cock inside her. As she felt his pole nuzzling against the soft flesh of her slit, she pressed back at him, willing him to penetrate her.
'Ahhhh...!'
She cried aloud as he slid inside her, pressing hard so that his rampant knob slid all the way in, the lubrication inside her assisting his progress as he buried his cock to the hilt. Danni had never felt so filled. She had expected some pain, but all she felt was the most exquisite pleasure as he pressed his pubis against her backside.
He started to fuck her, his hips moving gently back and forth. At the same time he slid a finger underneath her and sought her clitoris, rubbing it with a circular motion as his cock moved in and out. Danni gripped the bedspread, her entire body alive with arousal as he took her. At last she understood what sex was all about, and what it felt to be fucked by a real man. She wondered why she had waited so long.
As his passion rose, so did Danni's, and their love-making became more frantic, he lunging against her with every stroke while she pressed back at him spreading her legs still wider, loving the friction of his swollen prick as it pumped back and forth.
All at once his grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, his movements becoming suddenly jerky. Then he gave a gasp and she felt her vagina filled with his seed as his cock twitched violently within her.
Her second orgasm was better even than her first, shrill cries escaping her lips as she thrashed about beneath him. Every spurt sent new spasms of pleasure coursing through her as his hips crashed relentlessly against her small body.
Only when his thrusts slowed did Danni begin to come down, but still she kept her vagina clamped hard about his rod, as if afraid to lose a drop of the hot liquid that now filled her so deliciously. At last, though, there was no more, and he slumped against her, his heavy body almost crushing the air from her lungs.
He withdrew slowly, bringing a fresh moan from his young lover as she felt him slip from her. As he rose to his feet she rolled over to stare up at him, her soft skin criss-crossed with the marks of the eiderdown, her breasts rising and falling as she regained her breath. He smiled at her.
'Not bad for a beginner,' he said.