That hand right there

[Krst]

My early youth was marked by my shyness and... innocence perhaps? Or maybe I was (and am) a little bit naive. So, most of the time I just didn't know how to handle some situations with the opposite sex or what to do next. Maybe this characteristic of mine has worked for my own good. Maybe. On the other hand, it caused me to miss the outcome of different moments and processes that started to build up only to be interrupted by either me or the circumstances.

What impressed me the most when I first met Maribel was the whiteness and smoothness of her skin, her blue eyes, her soft-straight-blondish hair and the big size of her tits. I'm a short guy (5 ft 7 inches, 1.73 mts), so I guess she was around 5 feet (1.52 mts). Her smile was sweet and captivating as it was always accompanied by that spark in her eyes... and the innocence of her facial expression.

Maribel was cute. And from the very beginning she manifested great interest on me. Except that my heart was somewhere else with someone who would never be mine because of circumstances. Out of courtesy, and because the same circumstances that separated me from the other special one brought me and pushed me closer to Maribel, I accepted her as a friend. Just that she wanted to be closer than just simple friends. One night, while replacing a bulb at the home she was staying at, she decided she wanted to help me on the endeavor, or at the very least to be with me in that particular room. When I entered the room, Maribel followed me. She was wearing a sheer nightgown that allowed me see her panties and bra. While I was positioning a chair I intended to use as a platform to reach the broken light, she grabbed me from behind, turned me toward her and kissed me in a very passionate way. I put my hands on the back of her waist and felt the softness of the polyester of her nightgown. I felt the impulse to perpetuate the moment and caress her all the way down, but fear kicked in as I knew her aunt was in the living room, and I sensed our silence would immediately make her come in to see what was going on.

That was Maribel. Looking back, I realize she was curious on everything related to the opposite sex. And she was bold, at least, bolder than I was. She wanted to experience love and to explore a man's body. Of course I had the same curiosity as well. I was between 17 and 18. My hormones were raging, and she was pretty and seemed to be very sexual. Just that, oh my... just that I was so afraid to mess up with her because she was my brother-in-law's niece.

When my sister and her husband planned to make a trip to the coast to visit some relatives, I had to come with them. And Maribel asked if she could come as she did also have some friends on the same area. "Of course," said my brother-in-law. And she came along. While boarding the ferry that would take us to the other side of the gulf, she asked me, "Would it be possible at all that next Sunday, on our way back home we can stay here at the beach during the day? Then we could take a bus in the evening." The idea sounded good for me. But I wasn't sure. I really didn't want to go too far in my relationship with her. Secrecy has always been a priority for me. I wanted to keep secret anything that had to do with my intimacy or the sentimental aspect of my life. And Maribel represented exactly the opposite of that priority of mine.

We parted different ways when we arrived in our destination. My sister, her husband and I went to spend time with our relatives, and Maribel went to spend the weekend with her friends.

And Sunday arrived. Again on the ferry early that morning, she asked the same question: "Are we gonna stay at the beach during the day?" After thinking about it for a while, my answer was "no, I prefer to take the bus early in the day as I need to get ready for school tomorrow." She accepted it in a humble way.

Maribel seemed to be happy that our seats were located in the back --far away from my sister and my brother-in-law. Or maybe it was me the one who was happy. Maybe it was a trauma from childhood, but I was always terrified of being seen by my family too close to someone.

That morning, I was wearing a polyester brown pant which fit me a little bit too tight. Just a detail I wouldn't put attention to until later on in the bus. Once we sat down, I noticed Maribel's blouse left a lot of room for me to peer down, something I tried to do as discretely as possible as I didn't want to offend her. And then, she did something I didn't expect: She placed her hand on my leg. And started to talk as if nothing. In response, I put my hand on top of hers and kept the conversation.

Just that my erection went out of control and soon the bulge on my pant was very evident. I'm just seven-inches (almost 18 cm). Not too big, not too small. Enough for Maribel to notice it. And she didn't tried to be discrete. She just looked down to my crotch and looked at me with that soft smile that characterized her. And slowly, she let her small-tender-white hand to slide up my leg until it rested right on the bulge. She wasn't grabbing my dick, neither was she trying to cover it with her palm. Maybe for her it was just the desire of feeling it. For me, it was a teaser... and a torture. For the next two hours I was going to have to endure a raging erection without the possibility of relieving it. And then, that beautiful hand of hers right there. I wanted it to stay there for ever; at the same time, it was too much for me. To my embarrassment, about forty minutes later the tip of my bulge showed a stain on the fabric of my pant. Periodically, she looked at it and then turned to me with her sweet smile as if was having fun.

What was she thinking? What was she feeling? That, I will never know. I was too shy to make any comments about it.

[Big_prick69]

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