Innocence

"Take off my pants," I told her. She opened her eyes, pulled from her trance. Her slender fingers found their way to my zipper, and undid it. This was it. In a few moments she would find out, and I'd either get the chance to spoil this girl's beautiful innocence, or I'd be left here, disappointed.

She pulled down my pants, but was still looking at my face. Then her eyes moved down. They widened. Yet, I could tell she didn't completely know what to think. I calmly pulled down my black, lace panties. My erection sprang free, finally. I couldn't look at her face. I kissed her neck, and simply whispered: "I'm a woman. I just wasn't born as one." I knew that even if she was okay with it, she'd have to get used to the idea.

When she didn't say anything, I pulled away to see the look on her face. I had prepared for a lot of things, but not for what I saw. Because the look on her face, was one of lust. There was nothing left of the innocent girl I had dragged in here. She looked like a horny slut whose mouth was watering for my cock. No exaggeration. The next thing I knew, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly stroked. Her gaze moved up to my face. I didn't know why she was so turned on by this, but she was. I didn't ask.

Her slightly awkward touch got me close sooner than it should have. I bit my lip and told her to stop. There were questions in her eyes, like whether she was stopped because she wasn't doing a good job. "You're too good," I told her in a low voice, and she smiled and blushed. "Spread your legs," I whispered into her ear, and placed a kiss to her jawline.

"But I'm still..." She looked down, confused as to what I was going to do with her panties still on. I didn't blame her. I had this weird fetish for spoiling girl's panties, that I just couldn't seem to get rid of.

"Just do it." She looked hesitant but then put one of her feet on the closed lid of the toilet. The other one stayed on the floor, but moved somewhat closer to the wall.