When she agreed to let me guide her through it, I could tell she didn’t quite know what she was agreeing to. Maybe she thought I’d tell her how to touch herself, where to move her fingers, what pressure to use. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to take her somewhere else — somewhere deeper, somewhere she hadn’t dared to go alone.
I told her to sit on her bed. Lights low, just enough glow for me to see her. I stayed on the other side of the room at first, settled in a chair, my voice low and steady as I walked her through it.
“Take off your clothes,” I told her.
She hesitated — not out of shyness, but out of curiosity. She was starting to sense this wasn’t going to be what she expected. But she followed my voice, peeling her top over her head, shimmying out of her jeans. No rush, no nerves. Just the slow, steady reveal of bare skin in the soft light.
“Lie back,” I said, and she did — stretching out across her sheets, her arms resting at her sides.
“Open your legs,” I said quietly.
I saw her swallow, her breath quickening as she shifted her knees apart. Her thighs flexed, a hint of tension showing in the lines of her muscles, like she wasn’t sure how vulnerable she was willing to get.
She exhaled slowly, easing her legs further apart, baring herself completely. Her skin was soft, smooth in the glow, and I could see the faint slickness between her thighs — proof she’d been thinking about this longer than she wanted to admit.
“Good,” I murmured. “Now… keep your hands by your sides.”
Her breath hitched. That wasn’t what she expected either. I waited, letting her sit in it — the tension, the ache of being so exposed without the relief of her own touch.
“Just breathe,” I said, softer now. “I want you to feel it — all of it.”
Her lips parted as she drew in a breath, her chest rising. She swallowed again, shifting slightly on the sheets. Her thighs quivered just enough for me to notice.
“Don’t close your legs,” I warned.
Her body stilled, muscles flexing like she was fighting her own instincts.
“Feel that?” I asked. “That heat between your legs?”
She nodded, her breath shaky now.
“That’s where I want you,” I said. “Stay right there… and wait.”
“Now,” I continued, “spread your lips for me. Hold yourself open.”
She hesitated, but her fingers moved, parting herself so I could see. She kept her fingers there, holding herself open, trembling slightly as I watched. She had a beautiful pussy — soft and delicate, still dry but flush with curiosity. I felt my own arousal stirring, but I kept my focus sharp.
“Are you going to warm me up?” she asked, her voice tinged with both impatience and expectation.
“That’s not what I have in mind,” I told her. “I want you to stay like this for me — just like this.”
She shifted slightly, uncertain, but she held the pose. She wasn’t aroused yet, but she was brave — curious enough to trust me.
“Now,” I said, “I want you to start clenching. Your Kegels.”
She blinked, then looked at me. “You mean…?”
“Yes,” I confirmed. “Slow and steady. Just squeeze and release. Show me you understand.”
Her fingers trembled slightly as I watched. Then I saw it — the faintest twitch between her fingers, the little flex of her muscles as she obeyed. Her breath hitched as she found the rhythm, her body just beginning to respond. I could see her little asshole clenching too — tight little twitches that made her hips shift slightly as she tried to focus.
Have you ever watched a woman become visibly aroused? Not just the sighs, the breathy moans — but the way her body physically changes?
That’s what was unfolding in front of me. The soft folds of her pussy began to glisten, a faint sheen of wetness starting to show. Her breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling in longer, slower waves. With each slow pulse of her muscles, I could see her entrance start to widen — soft and slick, her body giving way to the ache that had been building inside her.
She was opening up like a flower.
She was starting to understand now — starting to sense that this was going to take her somewhere deeper than she’d expected. No rubbing, no penetration — just slow, deliberate tension building beneath her skin.
“Keep going,” I said softly. “A little stronger this time.”
She obeyed, tightening with more intensity. Her pussy started to open up now, the entrance parting wider as her muscles flexed. Each squeeze made her body respond — her wetness thickening, her folds glistening brighter in the low light. There’s something magical about how a woman’s body changes when she’s aroused — soft skin flushing, muscles relaxing while heat blooms from within.
“Stronger,” I murmured again.
Her fingers flexed tighter as she clenched hard, and I could see her body respond — her muscles drawing inward, her entrance opening wider with each pulse. Wetness clung to her skin, a clear sheen coating her fingers now. Her body was ready to be penetrated — soft, warm, and inviting — but I wasn’t giving her that yet.
I rose from the chair then, slow and deliberate, crossing the room until I was close enough to feel her heat. The scent of her skin — warm and slightly sweet — filled my senses as I leaned in, my breath brushing her ear.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Look at you… spreading yourself open like that for me.”
I watched her shiver, her fingers trembling slightly where they held herself apart. She’s still flexing, slow pulses that made her glisten brighter with each squeeze.
“You know what I can see from here?” I whispered, my mouth so close now that my breath ghosted across her skin. “I can see inside you.”
Her breath stuttered, shaky and uneven.
“Every time you clench,” I went on, “I can see your muscles flex and tighten… and then relax, pulling yourself open even wider.” I paused, letting the words hang heavy in the air. “It’s beautiful — watching you like this.”
I let my hand slide down her arm, curling loosely around her wrist. “This time,” I murmured, “I want you to push. Like you’re trying to push something out of you… like you’re opening yourself up from the inside.”
She hesitated, her breath shaky, but she obeyed. Her fingers trembled as she shifted her focus — squeezing, then bearing down with slow, deliberate pressure.
And this time… her body really opened.
Her muscles stretched wide, her entrance parting like her body had been waiting for permission to let go. I could see her folds glisten and flex, soft and slick and wide open now — not just aroused, but ready.
She was ready to take anything — my cock, my fingers, my hand… anything I wanted to give her.
I leaned in closer then, lips grazing her ear as I whispered:
“Do you know what I’m preparing you for?”
Her breath caught, body tensing as if the question had unlocked something deeper — something dangerous, something thrilling. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper.
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