Gestures that made Lexi go wild and hard – part 3

“Wait there’s more,” Lana said with a giggle that made my cock jump.

Turning around, she bent over, presenting her ass to me. The thong was literally only a string leaving her ass completely exposed. Her cheeks were round and like her tits surprisingly firm. I started to reach out to grab it, but she turned around.

“You have far too much clothing on Lexi,” she pointed at my chest. “Take that shirt off.”

I did as she said, hoping she couldn’t see my hands shaking. I tossed the shirt to the floor and looked up at her.

“Sit back.” She said,

I hesitated, and bringing her leg up, she put her bare foot on my shoulder and pushed. No sooner had my back hit the couch, then she put her right knee on the couch next to my thigh. Swinging her other leg over me, she placed it between my leg and the couch so that she was straddling me.

She let her weight go and I groaned as I felt her pussy pressing down on my cock. It was so hard it was starting to hurt, but right now all I could think of was Lana’s huge tits, right in front of me. She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned in , kissed me long and hard. I put my arms around her waist and as she shoved her tongue into my mouth, slid my hands up and down the smooth skin of her back. Damn she was soft!

Breaking the kiss, Lana smiled and said, “Well Valentine, are you ready to really start celebrating?”

“I…”

To my amazement I felt a moment of doubt. What was I doing here? Taking advantage of a lonely woman? No I hadn’t made the first move, if anything she was coming onto me. I had the crazy thought that we were friends and it was never smart to be with a friend.

“Lexi?”

“I…Lana, are you sure?” I asked.

“Don’t I seem sure?”

“Yeah, but it’s kind of…” I looked for a word. “Wrong?”

Sliding her fingers up through my hair, she asked. “Lexi, are you seeing anyone?”

“No.”

“Neither am I. So what is the problem?”

“I…” I swallowed and finally said it. “I don’t have anything Lana, I’m a beggar….”

I was stopped by her finger at my lips.

“What we have is not what we are.” Leaning in, she gave me a soft sweet kiss. “Lexi what you have can’t be bought, you’re a sweet, caring man, and,” she smiled “a damn good looking one too.”

“But I’m a kid.” I whispered.

“No Lexi, you’re not. You’re not a good looking kid; you’re a good looking man. And you know why I want this?”

I shook my head, unable to speak as when she leaned forward I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest.

“Honey,” she began in my ear. “You have made me feel something no one’s made me feel in years, desired. I can see it in your eyes if you want me to, and I love that look. But what I love most is you were not going to try.

The last two men I dated were my age, and they were like grabby little teenagers on a first date, just thought I would. Honey, I was all but throwing it at you, and you were not going to make a move. Because you respect me, even though you want me, and because of that you, my sweet valentine are going to have me.”

Sitting back up, she wiggled her hips, grinding her pussy onto my crotch and causing me to moan.

“And it sure feels like you want me too.”

“Oh, I do.” I said.

“Then no more talk honey, this girl has waited long enough.”