Lost at Sea (closed for scarlettnuit)

She didn’t want to admit that his presence in general was doing very little for her ability to sleep. When he sat next to her, she could feel the heat radiating from his body and she sat up, nervous about her “lesson”. She tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear and was blushing again as butterflies swirled in her stomach.

“Ummm…if you want…I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything,” she said, trying not to ogle his handsome face. Her mind drifted briefly wondering what his chest would feel like under her touch, but quickly brought herself back to the situation.

“I mean, I’m no Annie or anything,” she teased him.
 
"Well, thank goodness for that," Conner said at the mention of Annie. "The world doesn't need another Annie, but I'm sure there's plenty of room for a princess Rose to blossom. And, besides, she won't let me kiss her."

Conner knew this was "just" a kiss. For the same reasons Annie would do anything and everything sexually with him save than one thing, though, this was a risky path to take. Things could stay professional between them, more or less, after what had happened so far. Kissing ran the risk of meaning something more. Or, maybe they could just keep it "a lesson." Conner knew he couldn't separate it. His interest in Rose was quickly going beyond physical attraction.

"And, I do want to. Kiss you. It's a skill everyone should master."

He leaned in a little closer. God, why was he nervous? He'd kissed and otherwise been with many a woman before. But when was the last time he'd been a girl's first kiss? First anything? He couldn't remember. Maybe he never had been.

"There's nothing especially tricky. Just, relax. Listen to your instincts and your...partner."

There was a distinct tension in the air between them. He reached out and gently brushed Rose's cheek with his thumb, then softly cupped her cheek. Guiding her face toward him, he gave her every opportunity to resist, to change her mind. He watched her eyes for any signal, but only saw curiosity and desire beating out hesitancy.

His lips met hers, softly but purposefully.
 
Rose was surprised when he said Annie wouldn’t allow him to kiss her, but she had little time to think about it as Connor was quickly moving into his lesson.

She didn’t know what she had been expecting but feeling of him cupping her face made her body flush, as did the stroke of his thumb. She didn’t stop him as he moved forward though she did freeze for a moment when his lips touched hers. It took her a moment to relax and after a moment, she closed her eyes.

Where she was expecting to just go through the motions, she was surprised to find that his kiss caused a pulse of electricity to pulse through her. Her body relaxed and she leaned into the kiss and started to move her hands to his chest. What she felt was so overwhelming that she ended up pulling away abruptly.

“Umm..that was nice…thanks for the lesson,” she responded nervously and then rolled over on her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms.

She closed her eyes and tried to still the pitter patting of her heart. It wouldn’t do her any good to allow someone like Connor, whom she presumed had a score of women waiting for him at home, to affect her the way he did. She had already walked around naked as the day she was born which was bad enough, she couldn’t let her emotions get caught up in a situation that was presumably doomed for failure.

“The crabs should be ready soon,” She murmured.
 
The kiss was lovely, with Rose soon melting into it. It wasn't especially heated, but he hadn't expected anything of the sort. When she touched his bare chest, however...

Then she pulled back abruptly and looked all flustered. Despite the thanks she offered, he could tell she was bothered. It wasn't that she didn't like it - of that he was certain. It was probably more the flipside, that she was worried about how much she liked it. The same problem he was having. They might give in to their hormones and then what would happen after they were rescued? And if it was more than simple chemistry, and they really started to develop feelings for one another? That'd only make everything worse.

"You're a natural," he said softly. He wanted to tell her he'd enjoyed that simple kiss more than any he could recall it years. Somehow, he didn't think that was what she wanted to hear. Or she wouldn't believe it.

“The crabs should be ready soon,” She murmured.

"Okay, I'll check them," he said, shifting around to face the fire and their skewered lunch. He turned them over and, best he could tell, they were probably getting close. They still had a few pieces of fruit left from earlier and he set them out on "plates" of giant leaves left over from their roofing project.

After a couple minutes of awkward silence, he declared their lunch ready.

Over their lunch, he tried to be conversational. "Since the rain is letting up, I was thinking about heading up the spire after lunch to take another look around for planes or boats. Still don't have anything good to use for signaling, but still wouldn't hurt to know if there's traffic in the area."

He popped a bite of crab in his mouth as he considered Rose, trying to keep his mind on the young woman and everything she was going through in such a short span of time.

"You look spent. Not used to all the heat and busy work? Or lack of mattress? If you want, catch a nap or something. I'm kind of a go-go-go sort of guy. I won't take it personally if you don't try to keep up. Later this afternoon, I'll try my hand at spear fishing. You could come along or, you know, whatever..."
 
Rose tried to reciprocate the conversation, doing her best to eat even if she didn’t feel like it. When he mentioned her being tired she shrugged a bit.

“I think I’m just dehydrated,” She said as she picked up one of the bottles filled with water that she had managed to boil and stock away. “It’s the sun more than anything,” she offered and then nodded as he spoke about climbing the spire again.

“Just be careful, we don’t have an ER here and it would be disastrous if anything happened to you,” she told him as she picked at the crab. When he mentioned the spear fishing, her mind immediately went back to their naked romp in the lagoon and then back to the kissing again.

“You do that, I’ll stay here and process some more of the water, maybe find some more fruit,” she told him and then put down her crab, “No time like the present I guess,” she told him as she stood and walked towards the door pausing, “Be careful…” She said again and then picked up one of the bags she found and headed out to search for food.

When the sun started to go down she finally returned having found mangos, breadfruit and some sea grapes. She didn’t see Connor immediately, so she found a sharp rock and went to cutting at the breadfruit, removing the seeds, stoking the fire, and setting it to roast. She thought it would make a nice addition to their meal, it wasn’t quite mashed potatoes, but she’d take it.
 
Rose didn't sound mad, but more withdrawn. Hopefully she wouldn't overdo it this afternoon.

"You be careful, too," he said. After she was gone, he packed a bottle of water in the fish netting he'd found yesterday (something he didn't think would work on its own but might still be worth a try) and gathered up the few bamboo spears he'd fashioned.

While the air had cooled after the rain, by the time he reached the rocky spire the sun was out and the air almost too thick to breathe. He had to walk quickly to avoid burning the bottoms of his feet on the open stretches of bare rock ground. All that to find a view filled with nothing but empty ocean and skies dappled with only clouds. By the time he reached the lagoon, his water was gone and he was in a bitter mood. He refilled his bottle near the falls, stripped off his boxers, and crossed the lagoon to the more active area.

Spear fishing, Conner soon discovered, is hard. Probably doubly so with improvised equipment and no training. By the time he realized he was getting sun burnt, he'd spent nearly two hours and had nothing to show for it. There were a few crabs left, but that seemed like a failure of it was all he could manage.

He moved to a spot where he could still fish while under cover of shade from a palm. There were fewer targets, but his burn wouldn't get worse. His mind wandered between frustration with fishing and frustration with figuring out Rose. He knew he was over analyzing it. She was young, inexperienced, sheltered, and in a very tough situation. He needed to get control of himself and make things better, not worse. Right?

Just when he stopped thinking about the fishing, he finally speared a nice big fish. It was ruddy red with stripes, easily two pounds, and it struggled so much it nearly got off his spear before he could haul it in.

"Sorry, mate," he said to the fish. "But you're dinner. On the upside, you're literally fit for royalty, and she'll be getting more of a taste of you than me tonight."

Conner chuckled at his own joke, but didn't feel the disappointment it might have conveyed. No, dinner in hand buoyed his spirits immensely. He crossed the lagoon to his bag, used the knife to gut and clean the fish, and then donned his boxers again for the hike back.

At the hut, he saw fresh smoke rising. At least Rose was back.

"Honey, I'm home!" He figured it best to alert her before accidentally spooking her.

He climbed the ladder and presented the fish and complimented her on the nice assortment of foods she'd found. It took him a moment to realize she was far more focused on the sorry state of his shoulders than anything he'd said.
 
Rose chuckled at Connor’s call into the hut and stood as he walked in through the door proper. She saw the fish but more importantly, she saw the sunburn on his shoulders. She had been able to escape the sun by hiding out in the shady over growth of the jungled areas, it seemed that Connor hadn’t been so lucky.

“Your shoulders, oh my God Connor!” she cried out as she took the fish and set it to the side as she inspected his shoulders.

Her fingers gingerly touched his skin and she could feel the heat radiating from it.

“You’re going to be staying inside for the next few days, or at the very least, staying in the shade,” She told him as she moved him to sit down. She grabbed a bottle of water and instructed him to sip it down before she went to the fish.

While she was doing her best to be brave and less dainty than she normally was, the thought of gutting a fish was beyond her. She looked for the fanny pack that Connor had strapped to himself before they washed over and was happy to find it had some ointment and a pocket knife in it.

She tore a piece of leave and set it in front of him and handed him the knife. She then brought the fish over to him.

“I’m playing my girl card on this one. I’m happy to set it to cook, but I’m not cleaning that thing,” She told him.

She moved behind him and opened up the tiny packet of ointment and then, as gently as she could, started to rub it onto his sunburned shoulders.

“I don’t know how much this will help, but it’s better than nothing. I haven’t seen any aloe vera growing around here so it’s the best I can do.”
 
"No girl card necessary," Conner said, pointing out the fish had already been gutted. "Left the skin on, though, since it'll probably be easier to cook that way."

He winced as Rose tried to rub in the ointment. "I knew I'd burned a bit, but didn't realize it's gotten so bad. Damn lower latitude sun. At least I was in waist deep water most of the time or this could've gone really bad."

He thanked her when she finished.

"Ok, fishing in the morning and evening only from now on. Can't afford to do this again. Glad to see you stayed out of trouble and had good luck."

Conner tried to lay back, but that hurt. Instead, he sat and leaned back in his hands. They needed some sort of chairs and maybe thicker sleeping pads. Something for tomorrow. He realized he was already thinking long term comfort and survival rather than short term rescue. Why? Because no one knew where they were and they couldn't communicate short of their modest sign in the sand. Anyone involved in rescue ops behind the typhoon would be in more heavily populated areas, not in the middle of nowhere.

"Sorry to report I couldn't see anyone from higher elevation again. Maybe in the morning we can walk the other way around the island, see if we find anything there. While avoiding the worst of the sun, of course."
 
Rose did her best to hide her disappointment at the lack of activity he had noted during his exploration. Instead she busied herself with splicing some of the greener wood she found and made an impromptu spit for the fish. She loaded it up and then sat down next to him.

“Maybe tomorrow we can work on making ourselves more comfortable. I don’t know how, but I’m sure we could get creative…” she said, though she had no idea how to turn a hut in the middle of no where into an even moderately comfortable space.

“Anyway…” She said tried to focus on anything other than dying on a deserted island, “I found some bread fruit…I heard it’s pretty starchy…plenty of energy from that I guess,” She said, at a loss for what to say.
 
“Maybe tomorrow we can work on making ourselves more comfortable. I don’t know how, but I’m sure we could get creative…” she said.

Conner chuckled. "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing. Great minds, huh? Or uncomfortable bodies. I'm sure we can come up with something."

He watched on as Rose prepared the food she'd gathered. It was remarkable the variety they'd already found.

"You know, I've seen a few of those survivalist shows where they throw a couple people out in the wild to survive for a couple weeks. They're usually a mess after just a couple days. Somehow, we're eating almost as much as we probably would be back on the ship. Maybe it's the circumstances, but I daresay I'm enjoying the food almost as much, too. Credit to you. And, no, that's no knock on Eduardo."

Dinner, served on more of the versatile broad green leaves, was quite tasty. He'd have to see if it was possible to scrounge sea salt by evaporating the abundant raw materials...just to give the bread fruit a little something extra.

"Excellent, again," he said, patting his stomach (thankfully not sunburned).

The sun was dipping below the horizon, leaving the sky a dazzling display of deep blues and brilliant pink and orange clouds. He was feeling a bit restless, so he suggested a walk before it got too dark. It wasn't long before they reached the lagoon, small island and all, and got to see the sunset in duplicate against the calmer, protected waters.

"Postcard moment, huh? Go figure, stuck out here and not a camera to be had."

Conner was looking for a way to brighten the mood without feeling artificial. "So, you mentioned a story. I'm not great at telling stories, but since I'm even worse at singing, maybe I could come up with something for tonight's entertainment. How about we trade stories? Like the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you. Something you'd never share with anyone else.

"Of course, I say that without knowing which one to share. I, sadly, have plenty to pick from."
 
Dinner was a rather quite affair on Rose’s part, her mind digesting the idea that there was a possibility that it would be a very long time before they were found, if they were found at all. While everything was fairly good, she was too lost in her thoughts to be much of a dinner companion.

It was only when Connor suggested a walk and they were on the beach when she finally had something to say. While she had vaguely heard him bring up stories, she completely ignored it for the time being.

“We may not be found for weeks, months…years…or at all,” she began, her eyes looking out over the painted horizon before she turned to Connor, “I’m not going to wait to live my life anymore, and for better or worse, that means living life here,” she paused again and then looked up at him.

“You aren’t obligated to me or anything, but I really liked kissing you, and I would like to do it again. I could be coy and more diplomatic but I don’t really see the point when we are all we have,” she took a few steps closer and looked down at her feet before finishing, “there are a lot of things I’d like you to teach me, and I don’t see why we shouldn’t enjoy ourselves as best we can given the situation.”
 
Conner was taken aback by what Rose was clearly suggesting. He couldn't argue with her reasoning, but he could worry about the repercussions. Or he could give in to his own desires while being there for this young woman in any and every way she needed.

He faced her, even if she couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"I truly believe we'll be found," he said. "Probably sooner than later. But, you're right, we just don't know. All we can do is the best we can."

He reached out and took Rose by the hands, waiting until she could bring herself to look up.

"And I really liked kissing you, too. So, I'd be honored to teach you anything I can. I bet I can learn a few things, too."

He leaned down and kissed her, soft yet lingering. "Here's to living life, not waiting for it to happen."

Conner kissed her again, only this time he left no doubt as to how badly he wanted her.
 
Having decided to give up pretenses, Rose kissed Connor back briefly before hopping up on him and wrapping her legs around his waist. She immediately apologized for putting that much pressure on his poor burnt shoulders but moved back to kissing him.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” She said, referring to being held up by him. She was going to kiss him again when a loud boom sounded and water came crashing down from the heavens.

“Ahhh!” she cried out as the cold rain hit her. She jumped down from Connor’s waist and ran back towards the hut, climbing the ladder quickly and shaking near the door, soaked from the downpour.

“I’ll add some more wood to the fire, looks like we’re going to be in for the night,” She said as her teeth chattered a bit. Once she had the fire stoked she pulled off her wet jeans to dry, leaving her in her panties and bra once more.

“I’m so cold…” she said and then moved closer to Connor and then pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
 
Despite the sting from Rose's hands on his shoulders, Conner was more than happy to hold the young woman. The feel of her legs wrapped around his waist, the taste of her sweet lips...

Damn rain! As was common around here, the shower popped up seemingly out of nowhere. Hard to see all of the sky through the lush jungle canopy. He followed Rose in the dash back to the hut, though they were both soaked through by then.

His jeans and sweatshirt, which had been drying on the patio outside the hut, were also soaked, leaving them with nothing to use to dry off. He brought them inside, wringing them as best he could, and laid them out beside the fire as Rose added wood to get it warm. She shed her wet jeans but left on her underwear. Conner was tempted to get out of his wet boxes, but didn't want to be that "casual" in the moment if Rose wasn't.

Beside him, she was a shivering mess. The fire was already warming, but it'd take time.

"C'mere," he said, sitting behind her with legs spread wide. He gently wrapped his arms around her and tried to impart as much body heat as he could through skin on skin contact. Not that he was warm, but he probably wouldn't chill as quickly as she would.

"Damn shame we couldn't have found a couple of towels washed up on the beach," he said, himself shivering a bit. "Or blankets. Maybe a nice mattress..."

Rose's trembling slowed a bit in his arms. He rubbed her arms and thighs with his hands, wiping rain drops from the goosebumps. Eventually, he just held her, even wrapping his legs around hers. He kissed her on the cheek and neck from behind.

"Looks like I might just have to hold you all night," he whispered between kisses.

Conner's hands continued to rub Rose's skin to warm it, but they also began venturing further around her body - shoulders, hands, stomach, collarbone. His fingers brushed across the top of her sodden bra, feeling the hard nubs trying to poke through.

"Might need to get these wet clothes off," he said. "You'll dry quicker. Warm up...quicker."

He slid a hand up between his chest and her back and deftly unhooked the clasp.
 
Rose was more than happy to lean into Connor’s warm embrace. Just as she started to warm up and relax a bit, his hands moved all over her body, warming a considerably more private part of her. She had just turned her head to tease him about the “warming up” when she felt her bra give. She flushed a little and leaned back, letting the bra straps slide off of her arms, setting it by the fire to dry.

She felt butterflies in her stomach as she leaned back. Her mind raced as she considered the fact that she had never let anyone see her like this before. Before she had had the cover of the water or her hair, but now she was, for lack of a better term, on display.

Her dusty pink nipples were hard from the chill in the air, but her breasts felt heavier than usually as she laid her head back onto his shoulder to give him an unabated view. Her hands hesitantly started to caress his legs as she stared into the fire.

“I suppose there are worse people to be stuck on an island with…and worse islands…” she began and then let out a random laugh, “weren’t you going to tell me a story about something embarrassing you did?”
 
Conner chuckled.

"Oh sure, now you want to hear it," he said. "Alright. I did bring it up, after all. Let's see... An embarrassing story."

He had more than a few, but tried to settle on a good one.

"This happened quite a few years ago, not long after I started working on the Precipice. We'd stopped in Greece for a week with the family - you, I suppose - using the boat in place of a hotel. I didn't have much to do, though, so I had time to do some actually sight seeing. One of those days, I met up with a pretty local girl. Can't remember her name and we could barely speak to one another because of the language barrier and all. Still, there was a connection, I guess."

Conner was second guessing his choice of this story, being with another woman, but it was the first thing that had popped into his head, and now he was committed. As he told it, his hands continued to run over Rose's skin, though more intimately than to warm her. He traced his fingers occasionally along and around her breasts, but avoided her nipples despite how tempting they looked from above.

"Anyway, after dinner and drinks and dancing one night, she dragged me down to the beach maybe a mile or two from the marina. It was late and pretty in the moon light. One thing led to another, and, well, you know."

Between Rose's body being pressed to his, the feel of her body under his hands, and reminiscing about the story, Conner felt his cock begin to wake up. It pressed into her ass, confined only by their remaining bits of damp underwear.

"So, yeah, it was fun and all and after we were done she dragged me out into the water to do some skinny dipping. Well, who was I to refuse? The water was nice, the air warm, the company pleasant. Everything was going great until we got out and discovered our clothes were nowhere to be seen."

Conner felt the amusement in Rose. His hand briefly traced across a hard nipple.

"I swear, I think we spent a half hour looking for them before we finally gave up and accepted that they'd been stolen. So not only were we naked in public, we didn't have our belongings. Thankfully, I'd only carried some cash that night. I think she'd lost her ID. Anyway, I suggested we make for the Precipice. I figured we could find her something to wear there.

"Now, I'd assumed by two in the morning or whatever it was that the harbor would be quiet. It mostly was, except for your parents and their guests. Six of them were up on the sun deck, standing at the rails and watching us trying to sneak on board. Think they were taking a break from the hot tub or something. Anyway, once they saw us, they laughed and gave us a big round of applause. The girl wasn't impressed. And I, well, yeah..."

Conner chuckled. "Embarrassing. So, that's mine. How about you?"
 
Rose listened to his story, doing her best not to be distracted by his hands moving over her. She jumped a little when his finger briefly brushed her nipple, but otherwise, she found herself giggling at the story, causing her breasts to shake a bit.

“Ummm…,” she paused and then put both hands over her face, “I totally stole your clothes…” She admitted, embarrassed and amused but the other side of the story all at the same time.

“I wouldn’t say I stole them though, if you two had just dug in the sand a little, you would have found them,” she giggled again, before laying her hands on his knees and looking up at him.

“I was bored, I had been told to go do something, with a very small radius of where that something could take place, and well…you guys were too easy a target…” she started laughing harder at the memory, “oh my God I remember you guys trying to sneak back on later. I heard a commotion and came upstairs to see my parents and their friends teasing you guys…”

After a few moments she managed to calm herself down from laughing. She moved to look up at him again to apologize but ended up breaking into laughter again.

“Oh God, oh God!” she cried out trying to get her breath, “I’m so sorry, I’m trying to stop!” She said as she turned on her side, still laughing.
 
Conner was far more amused than upset. In truth, he was shocked. He'd have never suspected the teenaged Rose as the culprit, not at that late an hour, especially. What other trouble had she gotten into over the years?

"You little sneak," he said, playfully swatting her on the shoulder. "Might even deserve a real spanking for that. Ten years late, granted, but still warranted."

He shook his head and sighed, smiling with her infectious laughter.

"So, uh, did you spy on us when we were going at it, or did you just catch us when we were out in the water...after?"
 
“Oh no,” she said, finally rolling back over, her laughter finally ceasing, “I saw you guys go out to the water. I don’t remember specifically what you had done, but you had royally pissed me off, no pun intended. As for the spanking…well, that could be interesting I suppose…”

Her hands went back to his legs, randomly toying with his leg hair. After a few moments she leaned her head back against his shoulder and looked up at him.

“Tit for tat I suppose,” she smiled a bit and thought back on a memory, “gosh, when haven’t I embarrassed myself? Once, when I was a bit younger, I was very much in love with…oh my god I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I was very much in love with the lead singer of a local punk band of all things…” she paused and took a deep breath, “so, I managed to get to one of the shows a the local club and get up all my nerve and I manage to make myself go talk to this guy. God what a nightmare he would have been for my parents…bleached blond hair, tattoos, piercings, the whole nine yards. Anyway, so I’m attempting to flirt, in what I think at the time is a very alluring way, and he’s super nice I should add. Anyway so I’m flirting away to the point where I whisper,” she paused and covered her face with her hand as she blushed from embarrassment, “I whisper, let’s say, a very lurid invitation in his ear….”

She readjusted herself in his lap and looked at him, “and I thought I was doing really well…until his boyfriend came in and shoved his tongue down his throat,” She said and giggled a little.

“So proof is in the pudding that not only am I horrible at dealing with the opposite sex, but I clearly have NO gaydar,” she chuckled and covered her eyes with her hand again.

“Dear God I’ve never told anyone that story…”
 
Conner laughed congenially at Rose's story, finding her own embarrassment at the telling endearing.

"That's great! I'll bet you weren't the first to do that by a long shot, though, so don't feel bad. And your story is safe with me. Anything said or done on this island stays on this island."

Conner made a show of locking his lips with an imaginary key and throwing it away.

"And I can assure you, there's no need to worry about a faulty gaydar with me.

"Now, I do feel your story is a little incomplete. Do tell what this lurid suggestion whispered into said rocker's ear was. Inquiring minds want to know."
 
“Oh God, if I told you that I’d die,” She told him honestly, “I clearly had drank too much that night, I get positively dirty minded when I drink, one of the many reason why I don’t drink often. Look what happened the last time, you got me watching porn and playing with myself,” she trailed off.

“But…”she started and moved away to face him, leaning back on her hands, “Why don’t you tell me a few lurid things you’d like to do. Just how dirty does that mind of yours get Connor?” she asked with a wicked gleam in her eye.
 
Conner grinned. Dirty mind, huh?

"Shame we have nothing to drink here," he said. "But, I don't want you to do it say anything simply because the alcohol made you do it. We'll get it out of you the old fashioned way."

He gave her a quick kiss.

"Hmmm... Now, lurid things I'd like to do. I'm going to assume you mean with you, given the present company and situation.

"Last night, you got me turned on so much, I wanted to watch you play with yourself. And not just through your underwear. Bare naked, showing me how you like to be touched."

He grinned, letting her take that in. His hand cupped her breast and he could feel his cock swell under her.

"And I kinda hoped you'd come back in time to see me jerking off, knowing it was all because of you.

"There's more, of course, but I don't know if you could handle it just yet..."

He said that last teasingly.
 
Rose smiled and stood up in front of the fire, carefully removing her panties before she laid back on him again. She felt like she was stupid to even do what she was about to do, all the same, she found her hands moving over her body, she sighed softly.

“Funny, I had hoped you would follow me for the same reason,” She told him and then moved her hand over her stomach and lower, until her middle finger slid over her clit.

Feeling his hands on her breast and the one brush of his fingers over her nipple had turned her on more than she realized. She repositioned herself against him so that he could see everything.

“Mmmm…” she cooed softly as she brought her legs up and opened them wide, her knees resting on his knees now. Her back arched slightly against him as her fingertip rubbed over a particularly sensitive spot.

“Connor…” she said with a sigh, “would you mind…touching my breasts again?” she asked softly as slowly ran her finger over her clit.
 
Such beauty, he thought as she removed her panties and settled back between his legs, leaning into his chest. There certainly was more to Rose than he'd ever dared realize. Probably a lot of fantasies, given the restrictions on her life so far. No wonder she was coming out of her shell given the opportunity.

Over her shoulder, he watched as she ran her hands over her body and between her legs.

“Connor…” she said with a sigh, “would you mind…touching my breasts again?"

"You'll never have to ask twice," he said softly.

Conner cupped both breasts, reaching around from behind. His eyes were on what her fingers were doing between her legs, but his own hands knew what they were about. He slowly explored the pleasant size and heft of her curves before rubbing his palms gently over the hard nipples. As her breathing slowed and deepened, Conner began to focus his fingers more specifically - circling the areolas, the texture of where the skin began to pucker, and then around the hard nubs. He rolled each nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently and then occasionally with a light pinch. Each response cued his next move.

There was something exquisitely erotic about watching a woman play with herself. It was doubly so when he knew she was doing it for him, thinking about him. Triply so with her doing it in his arms. He couldn't wait to taste her, to take her nipples in his mouth. Patience...

Rose's scent reached Conner's nostrils. He sighed, almost a moan, as he breathed in deeply. His hands join her breasts more insistent, matching the increased harness of his cock behind her.

"You are the sexiest woman alive, Miss Rose." He brushed her ear with his lips, yet kept his attention on her own efforts.
 
Rose moaned a she felt his hands on her breasts, each touch of her nipples sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

“That feels so good…” She sighed as her back arched instinctively towards his touch.

As he rolled and pinched her nipples she groaned and moved her finger faster over her clit. Her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the pleasure of both his touch and her own. She could feel how wet she was and wondered if it was normal or if she should be embarrassed, however, every time she started to worry, Connor found some new way to touch her that made her forget all about it.

After several minutes her body started to tense up and she asked Connor to roll her nipples again. When he did, her back arched against him as she came against her fingers, her hips bucking lightly against them.

“Mmmmm….” She sighed as she slowly came down from her high. She moved her hands up to cover his, her finger glistening with her own juices. It took her a moment to realize this and she pulled her hand away.

“Sorry,” She said, assuming he wouldn’t want her cum on him.
 
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