A Five Step Match
35. First Experiment

Yoga turned off the lights, and Dinda put the blanket over her neck. Fearful the woman peeked out from under the covers as Yoga approached and drew closer.

Dag. Digs. Dugs. The sound of his heart does not let him even shortness of breath anyway. Dinda just wanted to get out of here safely the next day.

“Are you really ready?” ask yoga. Dinda hopes Yoga doesn't ask because she wants to leave right now.

“A-me ... I'm scared. Does it hurt?” Stupid question, obviously some people say if during the first night they are in pain to cry and some are fainting due to not being strong with a foreign object that forces into the core of their body.

“So you don't want tonight?” Yoga breathed softly, a little disappointed what if he did not get his due.

“Eh, no, No. I really want. But don't screw ya,” pinta Dinda.

“Iya.”

Yoga approached, sitting beside Dinda, but instead of moving the man just stood still and played his fingers on his lap.

Obviously they are awkward. Usually they will argue and fight on the bed, as a friend of course. But right now, she's going to be together as a couple.

“Ga. How quiet?” tanya Dinda awakens Yoga from daydreaming.

“eh, anu .. it feels weird ya.”

“White why?”

“Nknow. That's ...”

Yoga is shy, nor does he know what to do, but he often watches adult movies and he is very sure if he is great enough to make his wife moan pleasure, he said, but now his body was stiff as a wooden tub that could not move.

“I'm awkward. A minute.”

A Yoga breath does, after which exhale it slowly. So is Dinda who is still in her blanket.

“Aready?”

“He-em.”

Yoga put away the blanket on Dinda's body, grabbed the woman's shoulders and pulled her close. She would kiss Dinda, but the position of her head parallel to Dinda made the man even more awkward. Likewise with Dinda who laughed embarrassedly because of the same position.

“You to the right, I to the left.” Instead of succeeding, again their noses collide, so that both of them are embarrassed not dumbass.

“Hah, long!” Dinda grabbed Yoga's head and brought her lips closer together. Yoga was surprised because of Dinda, but after that she closed her eyes and enjoyed playing their tongues that were clapping at each other in a beautiful voice.

The bodies of the two were getting late and lying on the bed. Yoga slowly climbed up Dinda's body and lowered her kiss to the neck.

“Ah, eeummmh ..”

Dinda let out her sexy, hoarse voice that she had not expected before.

The cold night instantly turned hot for the two of them.

Not until ten minutes, Yoga has managed to remove all the clothes on Dinda's body, as well as her body which was just wrapped in a towel.

“Ah ..”.

Both breaths gasp, scrambling for oxygen that seems like there will be no more. The tongue twists, sips, and feels for each other. Sweet and warm, her voice integrated in a beautiful groove.

“Aready?” ask Yoga.

Dinda nodded doubtfully.

“I started ya.”

“Pelan-pelan.”

“Iya.”

Yoga touched his, pointing the blunt, veined object into the gap between his wife's groin.

“Hold yes.”

“Akh! Pain!”