A GRAND ADVENTURE
Chapter 7

Jess felt like a movie star as they walked into the dining area. It seemed like all eyes were on her. Not only was she probably the youngest one there, but she was wearing the most revealing dress as well. Many of the men and women there complimented her though. They milled around a little before the meal. Ron seemed very important as most made it a point to greet him, making her proud to be with him. Some guessed she might be his daughter, but he told them no. Others assumed she was his girlfriend and he said nothing, pleasing Jess.

The meal was extravagant. Jess was used to having a knife, fork, and spoon only, although she was knowledgeable about a butter knife on a small plate. This setting had 2 knives in addition to the butter knife, 3 forks, one of which was above the dinner plate, and 3 spoons, again one above the plate. Thankfully Ron guided her on which to use when. They also served wine and just poured Jess a glass without even questioning or asking.

After the meal they all went into the ballroom, which was next to the dining room. There were small tables set up around the dance area, which was in the center. A waitress came around to take drink orders and Ron ordered one. "Can I get one too?" Jess requested and Ron nodded. "I don't know what to order," Jess blushed. Ron asked her a few questions about what she liked, then he ordered her one.

When the waitress brought the order to the table, she placed a pinkish red drink in front of Jess. She tasted it and smiled. "This is good! What is it?" Jess asked Ron. He told her it was a Strawberry Daiquiri and reminded her not to gulp it down as it wasn't what he called a virgin drink, making Jess giggle.

She had a grand time. Ron danced with her several times and even taught her how to waltz. Time seemed to fly by. By the end of the night she had two daiquiris and on top of the dinner wine, it was affecting her, but she was far from drunk, just happy and relaxed. She loved the feeling the dress gave her too. Although amply covered, it made her feel naked and free.

The band stopped playing and half the people had already left. With the rest now leaving Ron and Jess went up to their room. "Tomorrow morning we leave for Africa. We'll be traveling most of the day, put up for the night, then hike to the camp the following day," he told Jess as they rode up the elevator. She wasn't paying much attention though. His arm was around her and his hand on her lower back. She wished he'd drop it just a few more inches to her ass, but would never ask naturally. He opened the door for her and the two walked in.

"Do I need to pack?" Jess asked once in the room.

"No. Our things here will be packed up for us and transported to the cottage. We already packed for Africa, remember?" he answered as he walked into the bathroom to pee. As he walked back into the room he took his jacket and vest off, then began unbuttoning his shirt.

Jess remembered the awkwardness of the previous night and had no desire for a repeat. In her current mood she strangely wanted him to see her naked. First she kicked off her shoes, then untied the top letting it fall and exposing her breasts. He looked up giving her the attention she desired. With him now watching she pushed the dress down and it puddled at her feet, exposing her body too him. She just stood for a moment letting him look at her, then bent down and picked up her dress. The clothes cabinet was behind her so she turned and walked slowly to it, not covering at all.

She took her time hanging up the dress trying to judge how long it would take him to take off his pants and underwear (he always slept nude) before turning again to face him. Unfortunately her timing was off and she turned to see him climb into bed only giving her a glimpse of his body, not what she wanted. "Turn the lights out before you come to bed," he muttered before rolling onto his side, facing the side she'd sleep on, and closing his eyes.

With the days activities with Ann flashing her panties for all who cared to look and spending the evening with nothing on under her dress, Jess wasn't ready for the day to end. She climbed into bed, naked, with her pussy already getting wet, and lay on her side facing him.

Jess watched him, waiting, or rather hoping he would do something to her. Anything he tried she would let him do tonight. His eyes never opened and she thought his breathing became slower and steady, disappointing her.

He had seen her naked enough that he probably could give a detailed description of her naked body. His fingers had roamed over all of her body and had been inside her pussy. He had even climaxed her. She, so far, had only caught glimpses of him and, except for innocently brushing his crotch, or at least what appeared to be innocent, she hadn't really felt him. She rationalized she should also have the privilege of touching him like he had her.

Slowly Jess eased her hand forward towards him. He seemed to be asleep anyway. Her hand contacted what seemed to be his stomach and she stopped, waiting to see if he would do anything. After a few minutes of no reaction she lowered her hand hoping for more than his stomach. Her hand bumped into some limp, warm flesh and she knew it was his cock. Again she froze.

His breathing was still slow and even and, after another few minutes, she started moving again. Just below his cock was his ball sack and the two globes it held. Applying a gentle pressure she could feel his balls. He wasn't some young teen boy. Her hand moved back up to his cock and gingerly her fingers wrapped around it.

As she held his member she became aware it was growing. He was getting an erection. It fascinated her feeling his cock grow thicker and stiffen. "Are you a virgin?" he muttered causing her to freeze, but she didn't let go of him.

"No," she answered.

He had not moved and, except for his question, had no reaction to her feeling his manhood, which was still in her hand. Surely, had he not wanted to be touched like that, he would have said something or at least pushed her hand away, but he had done neither. Her confidence returned and she began feeling him again. Her pussy was still damp with anticipation.

"Are you wanting to get laid?" Ron asked softly.

"No," Jess answered without thinking about it. Nice girls didn't want to get laid, only sluts did and she wasn't a slut. She began thinking... Nice girls didn't let men see them naked, but he had seen her many times and she liked him seeing and that didn't make her a slut she thought. He had also fingered her and gave her a tremendous orgasm. That didn't make her a slut either. Even now she had her hand wrapped around his cock and she liked what she was doing.

"I don't know..." she modified her answer a couple of minutes later.

For the first time since she had started he moved. It wasn't a threatening move at all. He slowly pushed the bed covering aside exposing her naked body. Jess didn't mind and as he did he also exposed his own nudity. There were no lights on, but the drapes had been left open and there was enough light coming through the window that, for the first time, she got a good look at his stiff cock.

Jess had seen cocks before. The net showed pictures of all kinds of men, even stiff ones, and she had seen her old boyfriend in real life. Ron seemed special though. He was a lot bigger than her boyfriend had been. She also thought he looked nicer, although she had no idea what a nice cock and balls were supposed to look like. She did think his manhood suited him though.

She stared at him for a minute or so, then modified her answer again. "Maybe..." she muttered. He extended his arm, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her toward him. As he did he rolled onto his back, rolling her with him. She ended up on top of him with her legs straddling his hips and his stiff cock pressed against her lower belly. It also was touching to top of her pussy, nudging her clit, which was protruding out between her pussy lips.

The move startled Jess and she froze, expecting him to push into her. He did nothing though. His hands rested on her bare ass cheeks. Even though she was nervous, his touch excited her. She began anticipating his cock piercing her pussy, but nothing was happening. After a few minutes of no movement, she muttered, "You gonna take me?"

"No," he answered calmly. "That's a decision you have to make."

Jess didn't understand his answer. She knew girls decided what they would let a boy do, but he wasn't doing anything, so there was nothing for her to decide. For a few more minutes she just lay there, waiting for him to do something. His cock was hard, hot, and touching her pussy. It wasn't like watching something on the net or even imagining what it would feel like. This was happening. Jess was wishing he'd do something. She wanted him to do something.

She shifted slightly and when she did her wet pussy lips parted and went around his cock. Her clit bumped into the stiff member, jolting her. Very slowly, hardly moving, her hips started to move, rubbing her pussy on his cock and scraping her clit. This wasn't a dick ramming into her, squirting, then pulling away leaving her frustrated.

Jess tried to remain still, but her body had other ideas and her hips started moving more, rubbing his cock with her slick pussy and scraping her clit along its length producing some intense sensations. The more she moved, the more intense the pleasure was and her body movements became more exaggerated. Her breathing became faster and shallower as well.

This continued for a few minutes. She loved the feeling when her pussy gripped his shaft and rode along it. The movements of her hips were also causing his hands to slide over her ass stimulating her even more. As her hips rose, he also shifted his hips. Instead of his cock flat against her pussy, it was suddenly pointing at it. If she pushed down her pussy wouldn't slide along his cock, his cock would go into her.

Jess now understood what Ron meant when he told her the decision was hers. It wasn't the decision of whether or not to let him enter her body, it was a decision of whether or not she wanted to impale herself on his cock. Her mind was screaming no and coming up with a myriad of reasons, but her body urged her on.

She allowed her hips to move forward a bit, letting her pussy swallow his cockhead. With her being so wet already he slipped in easily, but he felt so big she wasn't sure he would fit inside her. Her mind continued to scream, but her body compelled her to take more of him. She continued to lower herself slowly onto his hard cock, stopping occasionally out of fear. It didn't hurt, but was filling her to the point she felt stuffed and there was still more of him left to go into her.

Finally she settled down on him, her belly resting on his. She could feel his pubic hair against her bald pussy. Jess wanted to stay still, but her body had to move. She rose up a bit, releasing his erection some, then pushed back down on it, again letting the cock enter her belly and feeling like it was up to her bellybutton, but from the inside.

Her screaming mind faded and her body controlled her movements. His cock felt almost hot, seemingly starting a fire deep within her. As her confidence grew, her movements became more deliberate. His slippery cock easily moved in and out of her as her hips tilted back and forth.

His hands roamed over her bare ass, turning her on even more. He was just lightly rubbing her ass cheeks, down the back of her thighs, in between her legs and even touching her pussy lips - everything she wasn't supposed to let a boy do. She could feel her eruption rumbling deep inside her.

His finger slid down her ass crack, stopped at her asshole, and the tip of his finger pressed into her, making her jump in shock. It was like he had pressed a button and her body exploded. She squirmed, bounced, and pressed down on his cock as hard as she could. It was like her body was celebrating her orgasm. She had jarred the finger from her asshole, but almost wanted it back in. It was nasty, vulgar, but incredibility erotic.

Her body began to settle, but his still stiff cock was deep inside her, and as she moved, more sensations overwhelmed her. Jess's hips almost began to vibrate as a new high approached. His hands were rubbing harder, kneading her flesh, and doing things no girl should allow. She welcomed it though and wanted more. She didn't care what he did to her, as long as he released the tension building again within her.

His hips were moving as well, pushing up when she pushed down, then pulling back as she rose up. Her pussy was almost dripping her juices onto his rampaging cock. "I'm gonna cum!" he gasped as he pushed up hard lifting her into the air and triggering her second climax. She could feel his cock pulsating inside of her.

The two floated in erotic bliss as they were joined together in orgasm. Jess could feel him pumping his cum into her. She finally collapsed down on top of him, his cock still embedded in her pussy. Her lungs seemed to be fighting for air as they filled making her chest heave. As her body settled, she realized her pussy was now quite tender. Any movement of his cock felt like sandpaper in her, so she tried to stay as still as she could.

"I could use a shower. Would you like to join me?" he asked as he lifted her, pulled out of her, and slid out from under her. He stood and walked into the bathroom turning on the shower. Jess felt the cum start to leak out of her pussy, so went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet.

The shower door wasn't closed all the way and Jess could see in so watched Ron showering. It struck her that he didn't hide his nudity at all from her. She felt special that he willingly let her see and didn't try to hide anything. The cum stopped drooling out of her, so she flushed, then climbed into the shower with him. Girls weren't supposed to let boys or men see them naked, but he was different.

Without saying anything, he began washing her. Jess welcomed the attention and was exhausted, so it was also appreciated. He soaped up his hand liberally, then muttered, "Open your legs." She knew what he was going to do, but opened for him anyway. His hand went between her legs and he washed off her pussy. Strangely it didn't embarrass her.

He put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her so her back was toward him. He soaped up her back, then rubbed her completely. It felt good to her and she relaxed. His hands dropped and he washed her ass cheeks. His hand went to her back and he applied a slight pressure, indicating she should bend over, which she did. He soaped up his hand again, then started washing her ass crack, grazing over her rear opening.

It embarrassed her, but at the same time felt erotic in a way. She didn't mind him rubbing there at all and even enjoyed the feelings. His finger went to her rear opening and pushed in, making her jump up. His hand pushed on her back again, so she bent down, a little nervous now. "Relax. Don't move. I'm just cleaning you," he muttered with his hand still on her back.

Jess held her breath as his finger pushed in at her asshole. "Relax. Let it happen," he said in a calm voice, calming her. She knew she had no choice, so relaxed her ass and his finger slid in. Her face turned red with embarrassment. It was nasty what he was doing and she was humiliated, but it didn't hurt. His finger wiggled slightly, then pulled out. He repeated his actions three or four more times, before his hand left her back and she stood up. "That wasn't so bad was it?" he smiled.

She shook her head. It wasn't too bad, just embarrassing. He turned the shower off and stepped out. Jess followed him and he handed her a towel. The two dried off, then he took her hand and led her back to the bed. They climbed in and she lay on her side, facing away from him, still a bit embarrassed. He curled around her and his hand went around her, coming to rest on her boob. He didn't seem to be trying to feel her up. Her breast was just there. She felt him snug up against her ass and she thought she could feel his limp dick against her.

Even though she was naked and so was he, she felt protected and safe. Jess quickly fell asleep.