Her Wet Bikini

Chapter 14

I fumbled with the edge of her bikini and let two of my fingers slide beneath the fabric. They went up and down, brushing against her pubic hair in the same way a cat seeking for attention rubs herself against a person’s leg. Paula spread her legs wider and raised her bare feet to rest on the edge of my chair. It seemed that she was having the time of her life.

I looked towards the balcony door. The others may have gone to sleep but there was Luigi’s aunt to worry about. She could show up any moment to clean the table. It would be quite shameful if she found us positioned in this manner. I was like a gynecologist examining a female patient. What we were doing now was identical to one of the games we used to play when we were little. Now that I think about it, it was quite strange that we were never caught by anyone while doing this. Our parents never bothered to check on us when we were in the room alone. I wondered what my mom’s reaction would be if she had stormed on us while we were sitting on the floor naked, examining each other’s genitals.

Paula bit her lips as I stroked her with my fingertips. She was telling the truth when she was saying how wet she had become. I let my fingers slide inside her tight moist cavern. It was narrow in there and warm. I could feel the walls of her v****a pressing against my fingers from both sides. Maybe she wasn’t a virgin but she was tight as a virgin. Even someone inexperienced as me could tell.

I wiggled my fingers back and forth and tried to move deeper into her. Paula put both hands on the side of her chair to support herself and moved the lower part of her body in a sensuous manner. By now, my fingers were going back and forth like the pistons of a train engine. The friction was minimal thanks to the juices flowing freely out of her p***y. I could feel my p***s getting hard inside my shorts. It wanted to burst out by tearing my underwear in shreds.

What I would like most now was to stick it inside her.

“I wanna f**k,” I tell her.

“Me too,” she said.

“We can’t do it here.”

“Come with me,” she said.

I pulled my hand out of her and we both stood up. We went down the stairs to the room right below the porch. We had no idea what it was but one thing was sure. There was nobody there.

We opened the door and walked into what turned out to be a washing room. Apart from the washing machine, a wooden cabinet, and an old chair in a corner it was bare. A plastic basket containing a few items of male clothing was on the floor. The floor was plain cement and the walls were not painted. Not the most ideal lovemaking spot but given the heat of the moment, it would do.

“Let’s hope aunt doesn’t decide to do the laundry now,” I said and we both giggled.

“Hurry up,” said Paula. “We don’t have much time.”

She leaned on the washing machine and stretched her ass out. Not wanting to waste a second, I pulled down to her ankles her shorts and bikini. My hand reaches from behind to touch the folds of her dripping wet p***y.

“Put it inside me,” she said with a dose of urgency in her low voice.

I knew she was right. We could not afford any time-consuming foreplay. With one quick move, I pulled my shorts down and stared at my erect p***s that was already drooling. Using it like a paintbrush against a canvas, I brushed the smooth surface of her ass with the tip of the p***s, leaving small traces like those of a snail.

“Stick it in quickly and make sure you don’t finish inside me!” With these words, she opened her legs wider and thrust her bum out. I grabbed her cheeks and spread them open.

I brought the tip of my p***s close enough to feel the warmth of her wetness. I watched it slowly disappear as I let in slide inside her.

This was how I lost my virginity to my cousin Paula.

The tight walls of her p***y were like a Venus flytrap that had trapped my p***s. I had thrust maybe fifteen or twenty times when I felt the sudden urge to ejaculate. With my legs trembling, I pulled out of her and ejaculated on the floor.

She turned around and laughed at me.

“I was hoping you were going to last five minutes.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“You don’t need to be sorry. The second time is going to be better. Plus, you score points for good behavior. That is for not finishing inside me or on me.

“It’s amazing,” I uttered. “All the frustration gone in just thirty seconds.”

“Congratulations, you’re not a virgin any longer. Now, please wipe your d**k and let’s get out of here before someone walks in on us.”

“I don’t have any tissues.”

“Use one of these,” she said and picked one of Luigi’s t-shirts from the laundry basket. She tossed it to my face and laughed.