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throughout their bodies, creating instant arousal. Her nipples hardened even more until they poked suggestively through the material of her robe, and her vagina grew wet with desire, preparing itself for his penetration. His body reacted just as violently, his erection pressing incessantly against the zipped front placket of his jeans, causing almost unbearable pressure. He moved his hand down to his groin to adjust the material and he saw her eyes follow lasciviously. Amusement quirked his lips, and his nervousness faded. He decided to see if he could tempt her to forget the open door still awaiting his departure.
    Instead of adjusting the material, he allowed his hand to lazily trace the shape of his penis through the jeans, soliciting further hardening and a spot of wetness on the fabric. After one stroke, he realized that if he touched himself any further, he would disgrace himself and waste his seed within the confines of the jeans. That one stroke had been enough to draw her attention to his arousal, though. He saw her lick her lips as desire began to overcome her objections to his presence in her home.
    Unconsciously she tossed her head, causing her hair to fall behind her shoulders and expose her generous cleavage. She leaned forward, and the front of the robe fell open just enough to tantalize him with a glimpse of creamy flesh tipped with appealing pink nipples begging to be sucked. She had almost forgotten there was no way in hell he was going to be allowed to touch her. She decided she would allow his deliberate attempt to entice her; after all, why allow that lovely erection to go to waste? Of course, she would torture him a little bit more before letting him get near her. She tightened the cord on her robe while at the same time pulling up a bit on the fabric, exposing more of her breasts to his hungry gaze. "I'm not going to have sex with you tonight." His gaze snapped up to her eyes. "At least not until you have demonstrated how sorry you are," she continued impishly.
    The relief in his strange eyes was gratifying, as if he couldn't bear to leave her.
    "I will do anything you desire," he said gently. "You have but to show me."
    "I think you know enough to make your apology worthwhile and enjoyable for both of us." The words escaped her lips on a sigh.
    She shut the door to the outside world and extended her hand as she made her way back to the bedroom. By now she was used to the electrical shock that accompanied his touch, and she barely flinched as his huge hand enclosed her own delicate fingers.
    She left the light in the living room on, but turned off the light in her room. She wasn't really ashamed of her body, but she was always shy with a new lover, at least in the beginning. Her breasts were a little too big for her frame, her hips and ass a little too wide, and she had a slight outward pooch to her stomach that made her a little self-conscious. Shannon was always laughing at her, telling her men loved pocket Venuses, but her inclination was to allow her lovers a time to come to terms with her voluptuous figure. Low light was definitely her friend.
    Urlon followed Megan's lead as she moved to the bed. Her hands came up to unbutton his heavy fleece shirt. It slid slowly down his arms, exposing him to her view. A pelt of hair covered his chest and arrowed down, disappearing into his pants. His nipples were erect with arousal, and he swallowed heavily as he wondered if his body was appealing to her. Her hand rose tentatively towards his chest and her eyes remained on his as she asked, "Do you like to be touched here? I know some men have little sensation in their nipples."
    Urlon wondered if he should tell her about his inexperience. He didn't want her to think him unworthy or foolish. He knew most human men had sex during their adolescence, and realized it might seem a bit strange to be a virgin at his age in human years. He opened his mouth to tell her when she placed an openmouthed kiss on his brown