Fetish Beginnings

by McKeal

Whenever I see an attractive woman with long, polished or well-manicured nails, I harken back to how it all began. As an early teen, I was just starting to notice and experiment with the opposite sex; having a hot older sister fit the bill quite well. Not only was she incredibly sexy, with long, slender legs, wonderfully-shaped breasts, sleek hips and sexy demeanor, but, she always kept her nails very long, highly painted and well taken care of. I would watch her as she polished them, first stripping the old color off with remover, then gently, oh so sexily applying the new coat to them, my eyes glued to each individual streak and flick of the nail polish brush. Since she frequently did this at night, in her white, terry cloth robe (that had manner of flipping open or opening up), I made it my habit to "help her" when she did them. She knew I liked her nails, as evidenced by my constant touching and feeling them, and my desire to polish "at least one", which usually was her thick, long thumbnail. This went on for a while; then, as things got more comfortable between us, I began to go for more.

One particular Saturday, she was doing her nails on the floor of her bedroom. The color was one that I always paid lots of attention to her when she wore it, dark red, almost blood-like in color. As a late-teen, she had developed very well, which by no means was unnoticed by me. I walked into her room as she was polishing her nails, and offerred to assist. She welcomed me in, and told me to sit in front of her. I did so, and immediately peered directly down her robe to her magnificient breasts, so bare and soft. There was an ackward pause, as she knew I was staring right down her robe. Instead of being shocked or surprised, she simply asked me if I "liked them in there". My temperature (and other things) rising, I nodded a Yes. She continued painting one hand, then leaned more forward, exposing much more cleavage than I had just seen. At that time, she gave me this sly look, and I reached over, undoing the rest of her robe, so that she was naked from her upper body down below her navel.

I asked her very gingerly if I could touch them, and she replied "they're out now, so do what you feel you want to do". After gently feeling and caressing both of her tits from a seated position, I got on my knees and leaned over, pushing them together and kissing them, then buried my face in them. I had thought about this for so long, I guess I was ready! She leaned back, arching her back and supporting herself with her arms and still-wet nails, and asked me if "they were the first boobs I ever got my mouth on". I said no (not a lie, if you count the one friend I went swimming with and knocked into), but that they were the best, and I had been after them for a long time. Her answer to that was "I know. I figured it's time I let you have me".

Not even being sure what I was doing, and not wanting her to think I didnt know, I took the pressure off of her arms, and laid her back, flat on the floor. This took her a little by surprise, and she said "Now? I was gonna wait, but, if you want to, ok." By this point, I remember, I was BOILING over to get at her and at least give it my best shot at fucking her. At first, she directed me as to what she liked, "put my arms over my head", she said, and I did. "Roll me a little that way", and I did. Before she could get out the next command, I arched up, and plunked myself down on top of her, entering her in an instant. Her first sighs were more of the "ughh", and "ummphh" nature, and I knew I had it! Once I noticed her eyes shut when she was sighing and heavy breathing, my fuel was stoked. Devouring her red lips, I didnt want her mouth breathing any breath that wasn't mine; Grabbing her hips and forcing them downward, I wanted her going down as I thrusted up; I felt the inside of her thigh, and guided it to it's furthest point outward. Her legs were now spread to the max, and she was starting to huff and puff and groan fast. She pulled her mouth off of mine, and started to bite on my neck, leaving what little lipstick she had left on my neck and shoulder. When it started to wind down, I pulled out, not sure of what she wanted next. I mean, I HAD to get rid of what was coming out... silently, I spewed on her tummy, making her laugh and tell me that "Lesson One is now over.."

More in future postings, but, this was the first of many great sexual experiences with Denise and her nails.