Ken and Ayala Part 1 Discovery

We stepped inside her apartment, and she went to the kitchen after dropping her bag and jacket. "Want anything to drink? Water, juice?" Ayala asked.

"Yeah, I could use some juice actually. Don't worry babe, I'll pour us a couple of glasses." I dropped my bag next to hers in the living room, and followed her slowly into the kitchen.

She pulled out the juice carton and I started to pour a glass for her and for myself. As I stood there at the counter, I felt her hands snake around me, then come up symmetrically under my shirt to my chest, as she gently squeezed my pecs and stroked my chest. I put down the juice carton and leaned my head back, and she nuzzled against my face.

Then, she turned me around with the surprising strength of her arms, and we started kissing again. We couldn't get enough of each other, we had to taste each other's mouths and tongues and lips. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and we played with each other's lips. Ayala ripped off my shirt in the meantime, then pushed me back out into the living room and onto the couch. I was amazed at how strong and aggressive she was, I had never been with a woman that assertive before, and I found myself liking it immensely.
She stripped off her sports bra and straddled me on the couch. I immediately took her right breast in my hand and massaged it while sucking at the nipple, my other hand massaging and caressing her other breast. She moaned and arched her back and pushed into me, grinding against my stomach. It felt . . . different . . . when she was grinding into me . . . I couldn't put my finger on what it was, though.

One of my hands trailed down to her pants, beginning to pull down slowly.

Suddenly, her eyes opened, she batted my hand away, and she backed away off the couch. She looked very anxious, nervous, even fearful.

"What's wrong?" I asked, with a hard-on in my pants that was rather obvious and sort of embarrassing after seeing Ayala's reaction.

Ayala looked at me.