Ay: Mart 2023

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was spring break.

Out of the twelve inhabitants of our two dorm suites, only the two of us remained.

And that was okay. We had plans.

Three glorious days to ourselves, once our roommates had gone, and the freedom to enjoy one another without the sideways knowing glances of those around us.

We had met the previous fall; he was a sophomore and I was a freshman. Our initial relationship had been one of simple chatter, a bit of teasing and ribbing, some coerced tutoring. Without him, I never would have passed my engineering classes, let alone gotten A’s.

Then had come a school dance, and he had surprised me by asking me to be his date. We had barely talked the entire evening, we were so nervous, but a short week later had gone to see a movie. That night had ended with a brief, awkward kiss. I never was entirely sure if it had been a kiss or an accidental meeting of faces.

The following night we had talked for hours, parting only because I needed to study for final exams. His declaration of love had floored me, and repeating it back had been as natural as breathing. He had left me after a deep, passionate kiss and when the door slammed shut behind him, I had promptly neglected my textbooks and retired to my room to pleasure myself while I imagined his cock fucking me, sliding in and out of my virginal pussy…

In a completely tender and respectful manner, of course.

Two months of heavy petting, mutual masturbation and promises followed. ataköy escort Long nights talking, touching, tasting, discovering one another and ourselves and trying desperately to obey the puritanical teachings of our parents. At least in theory.

Hormones prevailed, and now was our chance for more.

A trip to Safeway enabled me to create a semi-home-cooked meal. All using the microwave in my lounge, which one of my suitemates refused to let the rest of us use as none of us helped pay the rent on it. When the cat’s away…

We ate Salisbury steak, twice-baked potatoes and broccoli with cheese, washed down with lemonade and followed by micro-waved cookies, all sitting at the ugly orange metal table where my roommate held her study group.

“Are we really going to do this?” he asked when we had finished and tossed away the paper plates.

I was already tingling with anticipation. “If you want to.”

“Oh, I want to,” he answered. “I just want to make sure you’re ready.”

“I’m ready. I love you.”

“I love you.” His eyes smiled and conveyed the same message as he kissed me lightly.

We withdrew to my bedroom and began kissing. I ran my fingers through his hair and removed his silver-framed glasses, carefully placing them on the bureau. I slid my hands beneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the flat, toned muscles of his abdomen.

“Will you take this off for me?” avcılar escort I requested shyly and stood back to admire as he slowly drew his shirt over his head. He was already hard beneath his jeans, and thinking about what he was about to do with his cock had my mouth dry and my pussy wet and throbbing.

I ran my hands over his chest, through his dark, curling hair, over his nipples, down the sides of his ribcage. He wriggled when I touched him there, and I laughed. He was ticklish.

My giggle released some of the tension, and he began touching me as well. His hands gravitated towards my breasts, covered in a green satin bra, and he gently slid my t-shirt over my head. He cupped my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs through the satin, kissing me all the while with lips and tongue.

Our passion quickly reached a fevered pitch and we began struggling with snaps and zippers, kicking out of our jeans and leaving our discarded clothes on a pile on the floor. We collapsed on my twin bed, and touched, kissed and licked every inch of skin we could reach on the other.

He clumsily struggled with my bra clasp, and I helped him out, releasing my full breasts for his viewing, and touching, pleasure.

When his mouth latched onto one distended nipple, I couldn’t help but moan. His warm mouth sent electric shocks pulsing through my body in a line straight from my nipple to my clit. I arched against him, bahçelievler escort pressing my satin-clad pussy against his cock, barely constrained by simple cotton boxers.

He seemed huge, considering the fact that I could barely manage to use a tampon.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and I met his gaze. His eyes had darkened and seemed intense, framed by sensually dark, curly lashes.

“Yes.” I reached down to push his boxers off. He scrambled to remove them and I slid out of my satin panties.

The sensation of being completely naked together nearly undid us both. His cock rubbed against my pussy, his dark hair mingling with mine. For a moment, we merely held one another, enjoying the intensity of the moment.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered, and I could tell he was a bit embarrassed at his lack of control.

I was determined that he would come inside of me and reached down to guide him to my pussy. He pressed, gently at first, then more eagerly.

It hurt, as it had the half dozen times before when we’d abandoned our task, but this time, rather than shrink away, I bit my lip and pushed past the pain, trying to relax and welcome him inside of me. He felt as huge as he’d looked, but all I could think as my body adjusted to the invasion of his was, “Finally…”

He thrust back and forth a few times and I hung onto him, finally enjoying the feel of him inside of my body. I began to move upwards to meet him and ran my hands up and down his back, breathing in his scent as my face was tucked between his neck and shoulder.

He shuddered and moaned, long and soft, as he came. I felt warm spurts of fluid deep inside of me and reflexively clenched around him.

He collapsed, and I embraced him tightly. Tears dripped down my cheeks as emotion overcame me.

He was forever bound to me now.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The summer of 1984 was hot in South Carolina, and the temperature inside the packing plant where Keith and Anne had a summer job wasn’t any cooler. Keith was ready to begin his freshman year in college while Anne was to begin her junior year in high school.

Anne had long wavy honey blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was about 5-6, curvy, with ample breasts, and a nice round ass. The summer heat had her wearing shorts at work, which fit her nicely. While Keith was loading trucks he would spend time staring at Anne, noticing how the shorts hugged her ass and the heat caused her shirt to cling to her breasts. Keith wanted to make her his own.

Anne liked staring back at Keith, whom she thought to be classically handsome. Keith was tall, with long light brown hair, and eyes that made her melt.

Anne and Keith quickly formed a friendship and soon began some serious flirting. Anne would send Keith little notes during the day, which always brought a smile to his face. They had gone out with co-workers as a group during the summer, and the flirting had turned more serious. Finally, the week before heading to college, Keith asked Anne for a date, which she eagerly accepted.

The date was fun, as they went to dinner to celebrate Keith’s 18th birthday. They spent a lot of time talking about the summer, and how Keith was headed to college. While it was never spoken they each knew they were committed to each other. The date ended with a nice kiss.

Anne went to bed that night content, that she had gotten the boy to chase her, and now she had landed him. Keith went to bed that night thinking how it had been a wonderful birthday. Keith awoke the next morning with his boxers soaked with his cum from the wet dream he had about Anne.

Keith headed to college, and spoke to Anne several times each week by phone and would visit her every two to three weeks. Keith soon discovered that Anne was a virgin. While Keith was no virgin, he didn’t need all the fingers on one hand to count his sexual partners. Try as he might, their dates never involved more than a few kisses in the car at Anne’s house, and Keith masturbating when he returned home. Keith longed to touch Anne’s large breasts, but every time he made a move, she was there to stop him. Keith bought Anne a sweater for Christmas, which accentuated her breasts.

In February Anne turned 18, and Keith took her to a nice restaurant for dinner. Anne was wearing the sweater Keith had given her from Christmas. Keith couldn’t help but star at her breasts, which brought a smile to Anne’s face. They were headed back to Anne’s house, with Anne sitting beside Keith in his 1966 Mustang. Keith’s arm was around Anne as usual, and as usual, as they drove along, he moved his hand toward her breasts. This time was different though. This time, Anne did not stop his hand. Keith’s hand found her breasts, and gently began to rub over them, his cock immediately springing to attention. Keith continued to rub one breast then the other.

When they parked in Anne’s driveway, Keith gently laid Anne back between the seats and climbed on top. They began kissing more passionately than ever. Keith’s hand quickly worked its way under her sweater and unhooked Anne’s bra. Keith pulled her sweater up, to get his first look at her fabulous breasts. Keith was stunned. He knew her breasts were large, but marveled at how firm they were, and at her pink areolas, with long meaty nipples that became instantly hard with his touch. Keith lowered his head and began to suck on one nipple while massaging her other breast with his other hand. He then switched to sucking on the other nipple.

Anne had never allowed anyone to touch her breasts, so this was wonderful new experience for her. She could feel her pussy begin to get wet, and she began to moan and writhe about, which lead to Keith sucking harder. Keith moved a hand down, and began to unbutton Anne’s jeans.

“Please stop Keith,” Anne moaned. “We’ve been out here longer than usual, and my parents may come out to check. Besides, I’m not ready to go any farther, yet.”

Keith obliged and pulled himself off of Anne. Anne really loved the fact that Keith didn’t push her too hard, and knew it must really frustrate him being at college with a girlfriend in high school and not getting to have sex. Keith walked Anne to the door and gave her a goodnight kiss.

“I’m sorry Keith. I’m sure you must be frustrated with me not making love to you, but I’m still a little afraid to lose my virginity. I could feel how excited you were, and appreciate the fact you didn’t push. I promise that soon I’ll make everything ok for you.”

“Anne you are so beautiful and I love you so much, it is hard to stop. I was so happy to be able to suck your tits, and I hope one day soon we can make love.”

“I hope so too Keith. I love you”

Anne gave Keith another kiss and headed inside. Keith headed home. His dick was throbbing, but he had finally gotten to Anne’s tits.

Anne settled into bed with a big smile on ataköy escort her face. Her hand reached between her thighs, and began to massage her clit, trying to ease the fire that Keith had created in her virgin snatch.

As Keith lay in bed stroking his cock, he closed his eyes and thought of how nice Anne’s nipples felt in his mouth. Finally he exploded, his cum splattering on his stomach. Keith went to sleep dreaming what could be next.

Keith was eagerly looking forward to their next date. This time Anne was wearing a button down shirt. They went to hang out with some friends, did some kissing, and then headed back to Anne’s house. On the way home Keith slipped his had inside Anne’s shirt and under her bra. Keith began pinching and pulling Anne’s hard nipples. Anne leaned in closed to Keith and let out several little moans. Back at Anne’s house the scene from the previous date played itself out. Keith sucking Anne’s tits, but getting stopped before he could get his fingers in her honey pot.

The weather was beginning to warm a little bit, and on their next date Anne wore a low-cut shirt that showed her ample cleavage. Anne knew she was teasing Keith letting him get a glimpse of her breasts, but it also turned her on knowing she was making his dick hard.

On the way to the movie, Keith moved his hand inside Anne’s shirt and began to massage her breasts. They arrived at the theatre and purchased two tickets to see The Breakfast Club, a couple of drinks and a large tub of popcorn. Both Anne and Keith were very excited from the playing on the way to the theater as they settled into their seats, Anne slipped the tub of popcorn between her legs. While engrossed in the movie, Keith would reach his hand between Anne’s legs to get a handful of popcorn, until they had polished off the tub, and Anne put the empty container on the floor.

Keith was resting his hand on Anne’s thigh, and as Jud Nelson was looking up Molly Ringwald’s skirt to get a view of her pink panties, Keith moved his hand up Anne’s thighs until it was resting in her crotch. Surprisingly instead of moving Keith’s hand a way, Anne opened her legs slightly and allowed Keith’s fingers to trace her pussy over her jeans.

The movie ended and they got in Keith’s car to head home. Anne moved in beside Keith, and before the car was out of the parking lot Keith’s hand was groping Anne’s breast. When they got on the road, Keith decided it was time to make his move. Keith removed his hand from Anne’s breasts and moved it between her legs.

Anne spread her legs as Keith began to rub his hand up and down. Keith moved his hand up and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Keith moved his hand under the waist band of her panties, and then felt Anne’s hand cover his. Keith was shocked when instead of removing his hand she followed it down.

Keith’s hand slid down and found a thick patch of hair covering a very wet pussy. Anne wiggled her jeans down and spread her legs wider and snuggled into Keith. She let out a little moan as Keith’s fingers began to rub her clit.

“Mmmm Keith,” Anne moaned. “I’ve never let anyone touch me there before. Your hand is so warm.”

Keith moved his hand down and began to rub Anne’s swollen lips, one finger tracing the wetness between her virgin inner labia. Anne was feeling warm all over and instinctively began to move against Keith’s touch. Keith slipped a finger inside Anne’s wanting pussy, and began to movie it in and out, Anne’s pussy gripping his finger.

Anne was getting sweaty as Keith was fingering her pussy. The feeling of something foreign invading her virgin pussy was overwhelming. Keith’s slipped another finger in and began to move in and out of Anne in rhythm; and Anne was thrusting her hips forward to meet Keith’s intruding fingers.

“Oh sweetie, this feels so good,” Anne sighed. “You are making me tingle all over.”

Keith’s hand was coated in the wetness seeping from Anne’s hot, wet sex.

Keith removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, slowly licking Anne’s juices from his fingers. “You are very tasty.” He said with a big smile.

Anne grabbed Keith’s hand and led it back down to her waiting pussy. “I’m glad you like the taste, but I want your fingers back in me,” Anne replied.

Keith slipped his fingers back in Anne’s hot pussy and glanced at her. Anne’s face was red, beads of sweat popping out of her forehead, mouth slightly opened.

“You look beautiful when you are in the throes of passion.”

“Oh Keith. I’ve never felt this good in my life. I know I’m going to cum soon.”

Keith began to move his fingers in and out of Anne’s pussy faster, while Anne began to thrust her hips with more force, each thrust grinder her clit hard into Keith’s palm. Anne could feel the wetness of her pussy trickling down to her ass.

“Mmmm yes. This feels so good Keith, please make me cum. Oh God, please make me cum.”

Anne was breathing harder and faster. Keith’s avcılar escort fingers were plunging in her deeper and faster, while Anne was thrusting harder to meet each stroke.

Anne began to feel a hot tingle burning deep in her pussy. It began to work its way over her entire body. Anne was so hot, she could feel the beads of sweat popping up over her body, and the burning and tingling in her groin became almost unbearable. Anne knew she was about to explode with a furious orgasm.

“Oh yes Keith. I’m cumming. Oh yesssss!” Anne screamed.

Anne’s body flew back and grew tense, her thighs clamped around Keith’s hand. Anne’s pussy clamped down firmly on Keith’s fingers and began sent a torrent of Anne’s cum shooting from her pussy, soaking Keith’s hand. Anne’s pussy continued to spasm around Keith’s fingers as an intense orgasm swept over Anne’s body.

“Oh Keith, I feel so incredibly great,” Anne moaned.

“I can tell,” Keith said. “I’ve never seen an orgasm like that before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never seen a woman ejaculate when she cums. That was so hot.”

“I’m glad you liked it, but it made a bit of a mess on your seat.”

“That’s a mess I’m happy to have,” Keith said as he licked his fingers clean.

Keith’s cock was throbbing and his balls aching. He guided Anne’s right hand into his crotch and began to rub his cock. Anne was reluctant at first, but began to rub harder. Keith reached down to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

“Pull my dick out,” Keith pleaded.

“Ok.” Anne said nervously as she reached inside Keith’s boxer and freed his throbbing cock.

“This is the first penis I’ve ever touched. I’ve felt your hard cock rubbing against me, and I’ve wondered what it would feel like. I hand no idea it would feel so smooth and hot.”

Anne tentatively began to run her hand along Keith’s hard cock, unsure what she should do. She marveled at how smooth it was. Precum was oozing from his cock, and Anne took a finger and began rubbing it around his velvety head. Anne was mesmerized by Keith’s dick, and how it would twitch every time she ran her finger under his head.

Keith reached down and took Anne’s hand. He wrapped it around his cock and began moving it up and down.

“Now, I want you to make me cum.”

“I’m not sure how to. What if I hurt you?” Anne said nervously.

“Just keep stroking my cock and I’ll cum for you.”

“Ok baby, I want to make you happy.”

Keith removed his hand and let Anne begin working his cock with her fist. After a few tentative strokes, Anne found a rhythm and began to get into it.

“That’s it baby. Jack me off. Make my hard dick cum.”

Anne began to pump away as Keith was moaning. She was fascinated seeing her hand pistoning up and down Keith’s cock.

Keith’s cock began to swell.

“Your dick is getting bigger!” Anne said excitedly.

“That’s because I’m about to cum. Mmmmm.” Keith grunted as his cock began to spasm and released its first stream of cum.

Anne’s eyes widened and her mouth flew open as she watched Keith’s cock continue to jerk in her grasp as it continued to shot stream after stream of his cum. Anne’s hard pumping was causing the cum to coat her hand and fly around the car.

Finally, Keith quit cumming, and Anne began to rub the cum around his cock.

“Thank you Anne,” Keith sighed. “You can stop jacking me off now. After I cum, my dick is extremely sensitive.”

“Did I do ok?” Anne asked excitedly.

“You did wonderful.”

“It was so neat to feel and see you cum. This was so much fun, but we have a big mess.”

“There are some napkins in the dash pocket we can clean up with. The next time you feel may cock getting hard like that, grab a napkin and put it over my head to catch the cum.”

They cleaned up and had straightened themselves up by the time they got to Anne’s house. Anne gave Keith a big kiss and hug. “Thanks for making me cum, and I enjoyed getting you off to.”

“Maybe we can go a little further soon,” Keith said with a smile.

“I’m sure we will, but I’m still a little scared to have a dick inside me. Just let me get used to it a little more and I’ll be ready for you to take me.”

While Keith was hoping the hand jobs would lead to sex, things stayed where they were for a while. Anne tried to give Keith a blow job, but discovered that giving head was not for her, at least not yet any way. Anne did get rather adept at giving fantastic hand jobs that always left Keith satisfied.

Keith never pressured Anne to much, but let her know that he really wanted to have sex with her. Anne always told Keith that they would but she was waiting for it to be special for them. Keith had thought Anne’s prom would be his ticket to sex, but instead Anne was acting in Antigony, so that shot that night being special.

Spring turned into summer, and summer was very busy for Keith. He didn’t get to see Anne as much as bahçelievler escort he had hoped because of his job. But when he did see Anne the dates always included both of them cumming. They even went on a double date with his friend Dave, and her sister Stacey. While Dave and Stacey were in the front seat, Anne and Keith were busy satisfying each other in the back seat, not caring that Dave and Stacey knew what was happening behind them.

The summer had ended, and it was time for Keith to head back to college. He had been sure he would have been fucking Anne during the summer, but he was still high and dry. While getting hand-jobs was nice, he was ready for some pussy. He could hardly imagine what it would feel like to have Anne’s cum flooding over his cock.

Anne knew Keith was frustrated. Heck she was even getting tired of just having Keith’s hand. Anne decided it was time to quit waiting and end both of their sexual frustrations.

Anne gave Keith an envelope on the night before Keith returned to college.

“This is your birthday present; it will just be a little late. Read this when you get to school, and let me know what you think.”

Keith returned to college and had gotten settled into his room when he opened the envelope. Inside the envelop Keith found a receipt from Victoria’s Secret with the following note attached.

“Dear Keith,

I hope you will consider cumming home next weekend, because it will be a special weekend for us. I’ve been on the pill for three months waiting for the right time to give you my virginity. If you decide to cum home next weekend, you can take me out after the football game, and remove this white lace bra and panty set from my body and take me. I know I’ve made you wait a long time, but I needed to wait until I was ready. I’m more than ready, and hope my virgin pussy can give you as much pleasure as you have given me over the last year.

Love always, Anne”

Keith’s cock sprang to attention at reading then envelope. After a year of waiting, he would finally get to have sex with Anne. Keith rushed to grab the phone and call Anne.

Anne answered the phone and Keith started of by saying, “I read your note, and I’ll definitely be cumming home this weekend.”

“So you liked the letter?”

“Oh yes, I wish it were Friday, my cock is so hard right now.”

“Oh you poor baby, why is it so hard? Is it thinking about how it will feel to be the first cock in my pussy:’

“Anne, I wish you were here right now so I could rip you clothes off and take you now. You have made me so horny, I’m ready to explode.”

“Then go ahead and explode Keith. Why don’t you pull out your hard dick and jack-off.?”

“OK.” Keith replied and his pulled his cock out. “I’m stroking my dick thinking of you.”

“Are you thinking about how good my titties feel in your mouth and how my pussy wraps around your fingers when I cum?”

“Mmm Anne, I want you so bad.”

“Think about how good my pussy is going to feel when you enter me the first time and how much pleasure it is going to give both of us. Think how nice it is going to be to shoot your cum in my fresh pussy.”

“I’m going to cum Anne.” Keith said fisting his cock as fast as he could.

“That’s right cum for me now, then cum in my pussy Friday. Jack that dick for me Keith.”

With that Keith’s cock began spewing his cum.

“I’m so happy I made you feel good tonight, and hope I make you feel as good Friday night.”

“I’m sure you will.”

A little small talk followed and they hung up.

Keith was horny the rest of the week in anticipation of their Friday date. He would read the letter several times a day, and masturbated a number of times after reading the letter. Friday finally came and Keith was headed home as soon as his final class ended.

Keith arrived before the game had started and made his way to the visitor’s stands. Keith made his way to the band and found Anne dressed in her color guard outfit, a long black skirt, white shirt, and black boots. They exchanged a big hug, and “I love yous.” “I’m looking forward to tonight,” whispered Anne.

“Yeah, it should be a good game,” Keith said with a smile. With that Anne gave Keith a little pop on the shoulder.

“Meet me back here after the game, and we can leave as soon as I put my flag on the bus.”

After talking with Anne, Keith headed off to talk to friends and watch the game. As the clock began to wind down, he made his way back to the band section. The color guard led the band out the gates and to the waiting buses. Keith and a few other people brought up the rear of the line. Anne loaded her flag on the bus, and said goodbye to a few friends.

Anne and Keith walked hand-in-hand across the parking lot to his car. Before Keith could unlock the door, Anne leaned against the car and pulled Keith to her. She gave Keith a long kiss and looked into his eyes. “I know I’ve made you wait a long time, and I really appreciate you being so understanding, but I didn’t just want to lose my virginity just anyone. I know I will love you forever, and you are the one I want to give my virginity to.” Another log kiss followed, before they slipped into the car.

In the car Anne moved close to Keith as he settled his arm around her. They drove in mostly silence, REO Speedwagon the only sound in the car.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“So, when are you going to invite me over for dinner?”

Michelle’s question surprised me a little, as I had recently turned forty and she was literally only half my age. I was graying a bit, but I ran several times a week and worked out regularly at the gym, so I looked about ten years younger than I actually was. Still…

“Well, that depends,” I smiled and added playfully, “My social calendar is all filled up.”

Michelle pouted a little. “Well, I don’t cook, and I am tired of eating fast food. I want a nice, home-cooked meal, and rumor has it that you really know your way around the kitchen.”

Michelle had only worked for the company for a couple of months. She was a summer intern, hired after her sophomore year at the University, where she was studying engineering. Interns were not generally given a lot of responsibility, and Michelle was no exception. She created mechanical drawings of manufacturing equipment, and she assisted the other designers. She was cute, although certainly not a knockout. Her hair was medium length and brown, and she was in good shape. Her breasts were average-sized, and her most attractive feature was clearly her ass, which looked great in the jeans that she tended to wear. Most unusually, her eyes were two different colors – the left was a grayish-blue, and the right was a deep brown. Once you were over the shock of initially seeing the two different colors, you found yourself gazing into those eyes almost hypnotically.

It was a Wednesday, and I had nothing planned, so I suggested that she come over to my place that night. I was living in an old farmhouse at the time, but there was an up-to-date kitchen that was ideal for entertaining. I gave her directions, and told her that seven o’clock that evening would be perfect.

After work I picked up some supplies at the local supermarket. I figured that I would go with Italian food that night, since it was easy and I had already made a perfect tomato sauce the previous evening. In addition to some boneless breaded chicken breasts, which I would make into chicken Parmigiano, I also had penne pasta and a salad on my menu.

Michelle arrived at my house about 15 minutes late, and she looked great. She walked in wearing a nice white blouse and jeans, and she had applied some makeup. She came into my kitchen, where I was putting the finishing touches on dinner, and she leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek.

“Sorry I’m a little late. I hope that didn’t cause a problem.” She looked at me with those mismatched eyes, and with a slight grin added, “I had some other business to take care of first.”

“Oh?” I looked at her enquiringly. “What business would that be?”

“Well, I have this boyfriend, his name is Dean, and he and I had a date for tonight. I broke it, I told him I had other things to do.” She smiled conspiratorially, and winked.

“I like him OK, and he really treats me well, but he is boring. We don’t talk about anything meaningful, and he doesn’t excite me,” she said as she took the glass of wine that I offered.

We clinked glasses, and each took a sip. It was a nice Pinot Grigio, which I had been saving for a special occasion. I normally drank red wine, but for some reason I wanted the chilled crispness of a dry white tonight.

“What do you mean, ‘he doesn’t excite you’. How so?” I asked.

“Well, we do the same boring things all the time. We go out to dinner, we go to a movie, we watch television at my apartment.” She paused for a moment and added, “Even his kisses are boring.”

She took another sip of the wine. “This is really good, I love how smooth and crisp it tastes.” She watched me take the chicken Parmigiano from the oven, and I brought it over to the dinner table. She surveyed the table, nodding approvingly at the nice china and silverware that I had set out.

“Please, take a seat,” I said, as I pulled out a chair for her.

“My, such a gentleman. And your table looks great, with the candles, and the beautiful china,” Michelle commented

I served the salad, and placed some pasta and chicken on her plate. She ate with gusto, and we continued talking, laughing, and drinking. We took our time, enjoying the food and each other’s company, talking about the different people at work, our favorite music, and films.

Earlier in the evening, I had cut up some fresh fruit and prepared a large bowl of strawberries, cantaloupe, and blueberries for dessert. After I brought this to the table, Michelle reached into the bowl with akbatı escort her fingers, picked up a large strawberry slice, and dropped it into her wineglass.

“Have you ever tried strawberries like this?” she asked, sipping the wine and allowing the strawberry to slide easily into her mouth.

I was mesmerized, as I watched her chew the strawberry. “No, I never have. No, wait, I have had them in champagne like that, but never in a dry white wine.”

She reached into the fruit bowl again, and plucked a large slice of strawberry, which she placed in my wineglass. “Try this, you’ll really enjoy it,” she said, adding “Let’s go into the den, and put on some music.”

We brought the bowl of fruit, our wineglasses, and the bottle of white wine into the den. Michelle sat on the carpet on the floor, and I placed the glasses, bottle, and bowl down next to her. I went to the CD player, put on some recent classical releases, then returned and sat next to her.

I was sort of half lying-down on the carpet. Michelle looked at me thoughtfully and, taking a strawberry between her thumb and forefinger, took a small bite and offered the remaining piece to me. She held the fruit tantalizingly close to my mouth, teasing me with it. I opened my mouth and took the piece of fruit from her, brushing her fingers lightly with my lips as she placed the strawberry on my tongue.

We continued to talk, drink the wine, and listen to the music. At one point, Michelle had placed a large strawberry in my wineglass, and I had let it marinate there for awhile.

Michelle asked, “Aren’t you going to eat that strawberry?”

“Why, do you want it?” I asked in reply.

She nodded, and I took a sip of my wine from my glass, allowing the strawberry to slip into my mouth. I held the fruit gingerly between my teeth, and leaned forward to place it in her mouth without using my hands.

I liked the way Michelle knew what I was intending, because she leaned forward and took the strawberry into her mouth without using her hands, allowing my lips to touch hers.

I held this unusual kiss and, even as she lightly chewed the fruit, she responded in kind. As she swallowed, she reached up with her hand to the back of my head, and continued kissing me. Her tongue probed into my mouth, and I sucked it gently.

I lay back on the carpet, and Michelle moved closer to me. She leaned over, and kissed me again, this time with even more intensity and passion. I could feel my cock beginning to rise and stiffen.

We continued to kiss and hold each other, and Michelle asked softly, “Does this turn you on?”

“Of course,” I replied. “You are really attractive, and you make me feel great.”

She paused a moment, looked away, and then asked shyly, “Yeah? Does this give you an erection?”

I was surprised – sweet little Michelle asking me a question like that. “What do you think?” I shifted a bit, and looked into those magical eyes again.

“I think that, if you do have an erection, that your jeans must be awfully tight and uncomfortable right about now.” Her right hand moved gently down my chest, then to my waist.

“What do you suggest I do?” I asked playfully.

She replied, “I think you should take your jeans off, so that you are more comfortable.”

I smiled, and slowly undid my belt buckle. I unsnapped and then unzipped my jeans, and I worked them down to my ankles. I then removed them completely with my feet. I was wearing only a light shirt and boxer shorts.

I lay back in my boxers, with my erection prominently sticking up. Michelle looked at my shorts, grinning impishly, and her right hand caressed the inside of my thigh.

“You know, one of the reasons that I came on to you today, was that I was curious about you.” She paused. “I’m only nineteen, and I have had only one real boyfriend, Dean. He is serious about me, but I don’t want to settle for just one guy yet.” She paused again. “We have not had sex yet, Dean and I. We haven’t even fooled around very much.”

I looked at her, and she continued shyly, “I grew up in a really strict religious household. My father left us when I was little, and my mother has always been very strict with me and my sister. I haven’t had any sexual experiences. In fact, I have never even seen a grown man’s penis before, just the cocks of young boys’ that I have been babysitting for.”

She looked at me carefully, and said, “Now, can I ask a big aksaray escort favor? Promise me that you will do this, if I ask you to.”

I looked at her quizzically, and replied, “Well, that depends on what it is.”

She looked away, embarrassed, and paused for a moment. “I want to watch you while you masturbate.”

I was shocked, and intrigued. After I got over my initial reaction, I replied, “I think that can be arranged. Would you like me to be completely naked when I do that for you?”

“Yes, that would be perfect!” she said excitedly.

“OK, but there is one catch. You have to be completely naked, too.”

Michelle looked stricken, but then brightened. “Well, how about if I strip to just my bra and panties? Would that be enough?”

I thought for a moment, and then said, “Yeah, I think that would be alright.” I already had an idea about how to get her completely naked. “Let’s go into my bedroom, I will strip, and lie down on my bed.”

Michelle rose eagerly, and followed me into the bedroom. I turned on a small lamp on the night table by the queen-sized bed, which provided just the right amount of illumination in the darkened room.

She watched me take off my shirt, and now I was standing there in just my boxers. My cock was fully erect in my shorts, and it was pushing against the fabric and sticking out several inches from my body. Her eyes couldn’t look away from me.

“Well, what about you?” I asked.

I watched as she quickly removed all her clothing except for a pair of lavender panties and matching bra. I then quickly pulled my shorts down, and stepped out of them, fully naked. I got on the bed, and lay down on my back. My cock was completely erect, and was sticking straight up with excitement. A tiny droplet of clear pre-come was sitting on the tip.

She climbed onto the bed next to me and said, “Now, show me how you masturbate.”

I lay back, closed my eyes, and reached for my cock with my right hand. Forming a circle with my thumb and forefinger, I grasped my cock about half-way down the shaft and began to stroke slowly up and down.

“Oooohhhh,” Michelle sighed. “That is HOT!”

I opened my eyes and saw that she had brought her face closer to my cock, perhaps six inches or so away, and she watched intently as my hand moved up and down, stroking my swollen member.

“Is that come on the tip of your cock? Are you starting to come already?” she asked.

“No,” I explained. “That’s pre-come. It’s a small amount of a clear fluid that comes out just before a man ejaculates.” She was fascinated by this, and couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock.

“Do you want to stroke my cock for me for awhile?” I asked.

“Oh, very MUCH so!” she said excitedly. “Please!”

“Not so fast. I will let you stroke me, but on one condition – you have to take your bra and panties off first.”

Michelle thought for a second, then quickly brought her hands up to the shoulder straps of her bra and pulled them down. She unsnapped and pulled the bra off, and tossed it off the bed. Her breasts were gorgeous, with beautiful dark nipples that had become swollen and engorged.

“What do you think?” she asked, proudly puffing her chest out.

“I think that they are beautiful, and I want to suck them,” I replied. I leaned forward and lightly licked and kissed the nipple of her left breast, and then the right. “Now, what about the panties?”

She sat there, eager to start pulling and stroking my cock. “OK, but let me stroke your cock for a little while first, and then I will take my panties off.”

She reached over with her right hand and began stroking me. She mimicked the way I had done it, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her stroking caused her breasts to sway rhythmically with the motion of her arm.

She was fascinated by the whole experience, telling me how warm my cock felt, and how soft and smooth the skin was. She touched the tip of her finger to the tiny drop of pre-come. I began to groan, and I could feel my balls start to tighten. My orgasm was not far off.

“I’ll bet you are close to coming. Are you?” She quickened her pace with her right hand, and increased the pressure of her grip with her thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, I am very close, but you better stop now,” I gasped. “I can’t let you finish me off like this.”

“Why? Doesn’t this feel good?” she looked at me, and not stopping what she was doing.

It atakent escort took all my self-control to hold off, but I somehow managed. I told her, “You have to be completely naked with me when I come. Take off those panties, I want to see all of you!”

Michelle briefly stopped the hand job, stood at the side of the bed, and very quickly slipped off her panties. She was now completely nude, and there was no doubt that she was very excited. Her small bush of neatly trimmed pubic hair glistened from her own wetness, and the musky odor of her sex was intoxicating. She returned to the bed, quickly grabbed the shaft of my cock once more, and started pumping her right hand again.

After a few more of her strokes, I could hold off no longer. The first spurt of come jetted out the end of my cock, and landed on my chest. I groaned loudly from the intense pleasure of that first spasm, and begged her not to stop. The second spurt of come went even further, and landed on my left shoulder. Michelle continued stroking me, and she watched the end of my cock intently as my spasms caused a third, fourth, and fifth spurt of ejaculate. She continued to pump me until my orgasm finally subsided, and the thin ribbons of my come crisscrossed my chest and belly. Her hand was dripping with the sticky white fluid.

Michelle got up from the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet washcloth. She started to clean me up, and said how much she enjoyed doing that. I told her how great it was, and asked her if I could return the favor.

“You’d better! I am really horny, I am feeling a little daring tonight, and this seems to be a night of ‘firsts’,” she smiled.

I kissed her again, deeply, and lay her back on the bed. I moved myself in between her legs, and began to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. I admired her carefully trimmed bush, and breathed in the musky scent.

At first, I stayed away from her pussy with my tongue, and I concentrated on kissing and licking the inside of her thighs very close to her pussy. Then, I lightly brushed her clit with my tongue, and she moaned and thrust her pelvis forward. I started licking more in earnest, drawing small circles with my tongue around her clit, and she began to push her pussy harder against my mouth, rhythmically pressing against me, then backing off, then pressing again, over and over. I felt my cock starting to harden and rise again, while her breathing became labored and ragged. Her body began to convulse as the first wave of her orgasm took her. She cried out, and a second spasm caused her to buck wildly. A third wave of pleasure came quickly afterward, and she trembled and shook from its intensity.

“Oh, wow, that was incredible,” she said, after her orgasm had finally subsided. “I can’t believe how good that felt, it was like I was being turned inside out, it was so intense! I have never come like that before!”

She was silent for a moment, and I reached over to kiss her again. Our lips met, and our tongues darted playfully together in our mouths. I reached over with one hand, and gently touched her breast. She moaned quietly, “Oh, that was really nice…”

We cuddled some more, and she reached down with her hand and began stroking my newly hard cock again. We kissed, and I gently touched her breasts, stroking her nipples lightly with my fingers. Without talking, we touched, stroked each other, and kissed some more.

“Technically, I am still a virgin,” Michelle broke our silence. “Tonight was the first time that I have ever done anything like this.”

She moved her mouth down my chest, kissing all the while, until her face was very near my now hard and throbbing cock. She lightly encircled the shaft with her thumb and finger, and gave it a slight tug. Then, she placed her mouth over the head of my cock and started licking and gently sucking. She repeated the exciting move again and again.

“I can taste your come from the first time,” she said, pausing briefly. She continued to stroke and pull on my cock, and she licked the head again. “It’s slightly salty, but it doesn’t taste bad at all.”

I knew my second orgasm was not far off, and I think Michelle sensed that she was about to bring me over the edge again. As I got closer to coming, I could feel my balls starting to contract again with my impending orgasm.

“I’m going to come again, I’m going to come again,” I warned Michelle. “Aaaaagghhh!” I cried, as her mouth eagerly sucked the first spurts of come from the end of my swollen cock. I kept coming, feeling a second, and then a third, wave of sensation as her mouth and tongue continued their relentless sucking.

Finally, I was spent, and Michelle snuggled up next to me. We both fell quickly asleep.

When I woke in the morning, I saw that Michelle had already gone. I began to think about our next encounter.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Sometimes there are “fringe benefits” to a job that you never even think of. Like the time Alicia’s mom asked me to paint their kitchen one weekend for $3 an hour or $25, whichever was less. I thought it would be a nice diversion to watch Alicia while I worked–a lot less boring than doing yard work for old Mrs. Bache–but really the money was the thing that made me accept.

I knew Alicia from school, of course–you couldn’t help noticing her. She was in her junior year at our college, so I didn’t see her much…only a glimpse in the hall now and then. But that glimpse was enough to keep you going for the whole day. She was kind of small, and round–I don’t mean she was fat; I mean there were rounded corners to her, nice soft curves everywhere you looked. She had great breasts and a lovely rear that you could watch forever. Sad green eyes looked out of a round face, and a cute red mouth. Her hair was brown and straight, but curled under at the shoulder. No sharp edges anywhere.

When she first came to the school, I thought she’d cause a riot. New glands weren’t strong enough for the strain of watching her sway back and forth down the hall. I remember the time she was wearing a wrap-around skirt one windy day as she walked past the athletic field. Three guys at football drowned in their own hormones. Even her name was great–Alicia. The last name wasn’t so great: Morgenstern. Alicia…Morgenstern. Oh well. On a spring day, hanging out with the guys, all you had to do was sigh, “Alicia,” and they all knew what you meant.

Anyway, when Mrs. Morgenstern asked me to paint her kitchen, the money was all I really thought about. It would be nice to see Alicia, but I had conditioned myself not to hope for too much. Too many nights of aching need had left me a little older and more cynical. I never expected anything to happen between her and me.

I came to their house in my shorts and T-shirt. (One of the great things about doing odd jobs is you have an excuse to walk around in people’s nice houses dressed like a slob.) Mrs. Morgenstern was just getting ready to leave for an Open House across town–she was a real estate agent which was keeping the money coming in–Mr. Morgenstern had gone some years earlier; I never asked how. “By the way,” she said over her shoulder, “Alicia will be helping you.” I shouldn’t have been surprised. By the pay I mentioned earlier, you could tell Mrs. Morgenstern was on the cheap side. She was getting Alicia to help to make sure I came in under 25 dollars. Almost on cue, Alicia came into the hall in cut-offs and a T-shirt and a white painter’s cap I bet she bought just for that day. She even had her hair down, neatly brushed & shiny. She really didn’t think she was going to get any paint on herself. I heaved a sigh, silently hoped she’d screw things up enough so it would cost $25 anyway, and set to work.

I worked on the ceiling and she worked on the lower cabinets. I pretended it was to save her from straining herself, but the real reason was to watch her bending over. I wasn’t concentrating at all, and I had to clean up mistakes more than once. Alicia was feeling pretty saucy, and teased me about my sloppiness and her own impeccable work. She wasn’t getting any paint on herself either, after all. I was getting badly tempted to put some on her. For a moment I sensed something going on behind me. I turned around akbatı escort and she was pretending to paint my rear end with a roller. “I’m fixing your face,” she said. I reached over with my brush and swatted her on her little nose. She yelped as if she had been bitten. “Get it off!” she cried. “Relax, it’s just a little paint.” “Get it off! It’s going to hurt my nose!” I wet a towel in the sink and carefully wiped off her nose. She was pouting like a hurt little child. “Is that better?” For an answer, she grinned like a wolf and hit me full in the face with a loaded paintbrush.

After about three hours (only $9!) I had to admit that we were done. We got everything together and took it into the backyard to wash out. They had a big backyard with high walls–at least 8 feet–and a patio, and a lawn with soft green grass, warmed by the summer sun. We took the garden hose and rinsed out the painting tools, and then our hands (and face). I gave Alicia the hose and watched her wash the one bit of paint she got on herself, on the inside of her thigh. “Can I help you with that?” I grinned. She stopped, and slowly started to raise her head. By the time I saw that grin again on her face, I realized I had made a tactical error by giving her the hose. “Don’t…you…dare.” She stalked toward me with the water pistol, looking just like a murderess stalking her prey. “Don’t…even…think it.” She giggled in an evil way and kept walking toward me. I got the idea I could wrestle the “gun” out of her hand. Bad idea. I got it in the face for the second time that day.

I tried grabbing the hose from her again, then finally made a retreat. “You better not let me get ahold of that hose, sister,” I said as threateningly as I could. But I couldn’t help smiling, either at the thought of what I was going to do to her, or at the expression on her face. She still had that wicked smile, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Such a doll face, such an evil smile! I “rushed” her and got soaked, but this time I got ahold of her wrist. (I think I grabbed something else for a moment, but I’m not sure.) She curled up into a ball, trying to keep me from getting control of the “gun.” She didn’t dare press the handle in that position. Perfect. I crouched over her, slowly moving my grip up to her hand. “No, no, please don’t,” she half laughed, half squealed. I reached her hand and closed her fingers over the handle.

The stream of water shot her square in the stomach. She put up with it for three whole seconds, screaming at the top of her lungs, before she dropped the hose and ran. I picked up the hose and soaked her good just as she got around the corner of the house. This went on, back and forth, as the game got “dirtier and dirtier,” ambushing each other, wrestling (with the hose getting less and less attention), until I had her cornered. “No, please don’t, please, I’ll do anything,” she pleaded, laughing so hard she was almost crying. I stalked her, playing the mock rapist, holding the hose suggestively at waist-level…then I stopped. I couldn’t believe it! Her hair was dry! After all that, her hair was still perfectly combed, and not a drop of water on it! Slowly, menacingly, I advanced toward her, unscrewing the “gun” from the hose. My God, what evil deed did the mad rapist have in store for his victim?

Alicia aksaray escort stood there in the corner, beside herself with laughter, and yet now almost a little afraid of my expression. I stalked toward her, closer, closer… …gently lifted the hose over her head and let the water pour down on her, ruining in a moment her beautiful hairdo. She stood there, ready to burst either with laughter or tears, I don’t know which…I was laughing. The release of that moment was tremendous. Everything changed. I stood there, still holding the hose, watching the water pour over her head,her shoulders, her breasts…lovely round breasts… Her face was relaxed, her eyes closed in rapture as she let the water wash over her. I stood very close to her, really noticing everything for the first time; how the water sparkled in the sun, how it flowed over her shoulders down to her breasts, where her nipples showed through the soaking wet fabric; her soft, golden legs, little drops of water gleaming on her skin; her round, angel face, with such an expression of enjoyment; her bright green eyes, now looking into mine.

I moved the hose down to the back of her neck, the water pouring in a sheet across her shoulders and down her back, over her lovely ass. She arched her back, pressing herself against me. Very softly, I touched her lips with mine, slowly kissing her more and more deeply, pressing against her, letting her feel how hard I was for her. She wanted to feel it. She met the force of my body with her own, letting me feel every part of her softness against me. I let the water pour down between us, feeling the delicious warm flow lubricating us, but not cooling the heat. I put the mouth of the hose against her nipple and the water squirted up into our faces. Laughing, I stepped back and moved the hose back and forth over her, letting the water play over her body, watching the different directions it ran down.

Alicia looked at me, her angel eyes filled with such lust. She bit her lower lip…or did she say something to me? I stepped forward again and unbuttoned her cut-offs, then let the water trickle down inside. We kissed deeply, our tongues flicking across each other playfully. She reached around me and pulled off my T-shirt, then stepped away so I could get a better look at her as she peeled off her own top, never for a moment taking her eyes off me. Her tits were round yet slightly pointed, reminding me almost of Hershey’s Kisses, with the little round tips of her nipples. I went to her, then down on my knees and took one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking in as much as I could. She bent slightly to meet my kiss, letting a little cry escape from her throat. My tongue swirled around her little nipple, then to the other one, back and forth, Alicia squirming more and more.

Looking up at her, I saw her face turned up toward the sun, basking in the warmth above and below. She bit her lip again, but I seemed sure she was saying something under her breath. I took the hose and stood up again, and took her in my arms. I reached behind and lifted the edge of one leg of her cut-offs, and slipped the hose up inside, between her legs. She put her arms around my shoulder and nuzzled her face against my neck, pushing back against the streaming water, feeling it gush against her pussy and between the atakent escort cheeks of her ass. I watched her hips moving slowly,obscenely in little circles, and the water dripping out of her pants, and started feeling very thirsty. She ran the tip of her tongue around the edge of my ear and whispered something. This time I heard what she said. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled out my stiff cock. She took it in both hands and started stroking up and down. She pulled the hose out of her shorts and got down on her knees. She took the hose in her mouth and started going up and down on it, licking it around the opening. She was going crazy–and so was I, just watching her. She took a bit of water in her mouth and then went down on my cock. The feeling was incredible.

She held her lips tight around me as she slid my cock in and out of her mouth, swirling the water around with her tongue until she swallowed and sucked the water off my stiff dick. “Don’t come yet,” she said. “I’m trying not to.” She slid her tongue up and down, then poured water over my dick as it lay on her tongue. I couldn’t believe I was watching this doll face, ready to swallow my cock whole. She pulled my shorts the rest of the way down, then rolled onto the grass and peeled off her own cut-offs. I watched her as she rolled around on the soft grass, moaning with lust, both of us ready to explode. She wrapped the hose around her like it was a snake, pulling it between the cheeks of her ass, over her pussy, and up to her mouth. She rocked her hips back & forth, rubbing it between her legs. I went to her and knelt beside her on the warm soft grass. I could feel my stiff cock waving in the air as if looking for something to go into.

I took the hose from Alicia and let the water pour over her, reminding me of syrup pouring over a stack of pancakes. I let the water trickle onto her clit. She rocked her hips up I was fucking my sweet Alicia in the soft summer grass in her back yard.

The moment came rushing upon us. She wrapped her legs around my back and held me tightly as I pushed all the way into her then stayed there. We kissed long and deeply as I felt myself shooting inside of her, the lips of her pussy contracting around me as if to milk me dry. We lay in the sun together, perfectly content, kissing and stroking each other lovingly, gently. Eventually we got up, turned off the hose (the yard was a swamp by then) and went inside. While our clothes were in the dryer, we showered together to get the grassy smell out of ourselves, while we discovered the pleasures soapy water and bath oil could bring.

An hour later we sat contentedly on the sofa, Alicia’s hair perfect once again, watching TV when Mrs. Morgenstern finally came back. She was amazed at how good a job we had done. “Everything’s so neat and clean–not a speck of paint anywhere!”

“We cleaned up very thoroughly,” I said. Alicia & I gave each other a grin behind her mother’s back.

“How long did it take?” asked Mrs. Morgenstern as she opened her purse.

“Oh, it only took–“

“–Five hours,” Alicia said. “We would’ve finished sooner, but I kept messing up–he had to fix all my mistakes.” I looked at Alicia, letting her know with my eyes what kind of a present she was going to get from me. If she thought she had a good time today, just wait till next time.

“So that’s 15 dollars,” Mrs. Morgenstern said. “Oh, here–25 dollars. I really couldn’t keep it from you–not after the *wonderful* job you did!” She looked at the kitchen as if she were viewing a painting. “You’re quite a handyman. We have to find more jobs for you to do around here–I have to get you in this house as often as possible!”

“I sure hope so!” I said.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This is the second chapter of a hopefully more realistic fictional story about a first time encounter between two young (over 18)shy friends. It is a slower paced less action packed story and thus if you prefer lots of action and oooosss and ahhhhhsss I suggest you try another entry. I apologize for the delay in offering this chapter, but I work long hours for a living and care about the product and thus the delay. Thanks for your patience and support.

*

You grin still holding me, and state your glad I came, it was awesome, want us to be comfortable, and then to make me feel better, tell me you are so wet and nod your head down to your crotch, in case I did not get the meaning. I blush and ask really (your still holding me, and the talk is not helping my self control)? You blush and nod, then, look at my penis, a smile on your face as it slowly starts to grow again in your hand. Your hand holding me, and our conversation especially hearing your wet , overcomes any self control and soon I am again rock hard. You still hold me eyes wide and darting between my eyes and hard cock, and shyly ask if you caused this and note you did not realize I could get hard again so quickly. I, still a little embarrassed but now more comfortable and also very turned on, nod. You smile then let go, stand telling me you are getting more warm water to wash up. As you stand I can not help but look between your legs. You follow my gaze, and then again in a quiet voice smile and tell me you are so wet and guess we both will need to “clean up” and then walk off to the bathroom. As you walk away you startle me by without thinking lift your semen covered hand to your mouth and flick out your tongue tasting my seed. You stop, contemplating the taste, and try a second sample, then realize I am watching. You turn our eyes meet then your eyes glance to the floor still overwhelmed and also a little embarrassed you proceed to the bathroom.

You return a few minuets later, with another warm basin of water, wash cloth towel and a more cautious look. You have calmed down, started thinking about what has happened, and are still not sure of yourself, me or what to do next. I see the concerned look, having been close friends and confided in each other we can read into each others thoughts. As you approach, still unsure of yourself, I suggest we talk, but as I say this I again glance at your groin, now a few feet from my face. I see a very visible wet spot, and notice a distinct odor, which I assume is your arousal. Although I thought I had started to again gain some control, this excites my already hyper senses. My semi-rigid penis again grows to a rigid rock. You follow my eyes then notice my rising member and blush, as you look down and see the wet spot you had almost forgot about. Your eyes dart akbatı escort between my cock and my eyes, mine between your eyes and your wet spot. You watch, both in fascination and excitement at the affect you have on me.

When our eyes meet again, for a moment we are both speechless. As you sit on the bed while still savoring your aroma, I try again to defuse the situation with a lame joke. I wink and note that your new “perfume” (we both know you never wear perfume), is very sexy, and that I will have to try to “obtain more”! We both again burst into laughter releasing the built up tension. You then very quietly admit you are still very wet and start to apologize, but I stop you mid sentence. I tell you that I hope I do not upset you but that I have never experienced such an intense orgasm, that I have never been this turned on, and that I wish I could please you the way you just pleased me. Then looking away, afraid of your reaction, await your response. You get your impish humor back, soap up your hands and state it is time to clean up the mess we made. You tentatively reach out while looking at my eyes and gently again “wash” all around my cock, then wash my balls, this time exploring more openly feeling each ball. You watch in fascination as pre-cum flows out of the tip of my cock. Then smile and ask if I offer repeat shows, as you grasp my rigid cock with your soapy hands, half expecting me to again explode. Your touch is exquisite, as my eyes glaze and I savor the feelings, but because I have just cum and have gotten somewhat more comfortable with the situation only more pre-cum flows out. Because of your (our) inexperience you falter, afraid you are doing something wrong, or that I am upset, and just hold me not sure what to do. I sense your concern and assure I do offer repeat “shows” your touch is the best I have ever felt, and that what you are doing feels fantastic, incredible, wonderful, — you cut me off in mid sentence suggest I cut the bull,.and admit (as we both know) you are not sure what to do. I offer guidance and soon you are beaming ear to ear as you start stroking me your eyes darting between mine and my cock. I start to moan, hoping I would last longer, but with your eager fast strokes and my inexperience, all too soon approach another climax. I groan that I am about to cum and your eyes widen as your subconsciously move closer for a better view.

I again explode, but with a load groan of satisfaction and a “yessss Vallll” that was stifled last time because of my attempt to control myself. You stop and just hold me, not sure what to do but I plead with you to continue a little longer, as the last few spurts continue. I then sink in bliss my eyes glazed as you watch beaming from ear aksaray escort to ear. My semen has again covered your hand, a little near your nose (when you looked closer) and the rest on my belly, cock and balls. You again more blatantly lift your hand to your moth while tasting as you look into my eyes, a weak smile forms on my lips as I blow you a kiss. You slowly let go of my shrinking penis, and again wash me off, still beaming from ear to ear and humming to yourself, a trait you always offer when you are happy. As you stand to finish I again look at the larger, wetter spot between your legs. You follow my eyes, unconsciously spread your legs a little and look at yourself the back to my eyes.

You again softly admit that you are very turned on, looking at the floor, embarrassed, you start to apologize, but I cut you off mid sentence, telling you I am glad this has aroused you, happy that your not upset and wish I could do for you what you have done for me. You regain your composure, and confidence, that impish grin returns, and you taunt me saying that I can not be much of a man in my condition, and place a soft kiss on my forehead, letting me know you are just teasing. I pout, look down pretending to be hurt, and you burst out laughing knowing I am teasing you back. You then turn to take the basin back and say guess you will have to clean yourself also. I suggest softly, not sure of myself, that I would like to help, afraid I may be overstepping the limits but your aroma is still filling my nostrils. You stop, hesitate then realizing that I am serious and not kidding, face me again and ask what do I want to do? I mumble that I could clean you up with my mouth, and look away afraid you will get angry, or laugh, I am not sure which would be worst. You freeze looking at me, realizing I am serious, and also realizing you are still very turned on, your pussy dripping. You slowly, unsure of yourself, or of us, look down at the floor, as if this makes it more modest, you slowly pull down your shorts, toss them towards the bathroom, then slowly raise your eyes to mine not sure what to expect.

My eyes are wide glued to your soaking plain white thong panties, the outline of your vulva visible thru the wet panties. I have seen you before like this when swimming, but this is different, the wetness is your juice and you have exposed yourself not to swim but to let me see you. My eyes glance up to yours, and I sense the fear, uncertainty, but excitement in your eyes. I nod suggesting you continue and whisper I truly do want to please you., you have seen me please let me see you, all of you. You blush, and looking at the floor again, pull off your panties, throwing them over with your shorts, your legs tight together, atakent escort hands at your sides, your shirt down to the top of your sparse landing strip. Your hair is so thin and light it looks almost like you shaved, but I know you do not. You look up for approval, assurance, guidance, now feeling very exposed, vulnerable. I look into your eyes let out a sigh and then a slow long cat call whistle. You grin regaining some confidence and move closer playfully hitting my “good leg”. I feign great pain then whisper the shirt also. You hesitate, knowing you have such small breasts, but then also realize I have essentially seen them before in your wet T shirts, and you slowly take off the shirt now as naked as I am. Your nipples are hard and sticking out one half inch perched on your small “A” cup breasts.

You then stand there unsure what to do or say. I eye you from head to foot, again letting out a long sigh, then quietly ask if your ok? You nod almost afraid to speak and then suggest that maybe you should go to the bathroom and get cleaned up worried that this may have gone too far. I ignore your statement and quietly ask you to come closer and you do. I then ask you to climb on the bed and you do. Then looking you in the eyes ask “Val please gently place one leg on each side of my head, facing my feet so that your legs are not on my broken arms. You hesitate, then without a word you climb over me sitting inches from my mouth as I see for the first time your (or for that matter any) real up close and personal pussy open and dripping.. Your eyes are closed not sure of your feelings, still a bit frightened but sooooo turned on. I ask you to lean forward placing your hands on each side of my ribs, and sit a little lower.

You again comply without a word, and I tentatively lick softly slowly up your lips, tasting you for the first time. The taste is slightly tart but your aroma and my care for you is overwhelming and I want so much to please you as you have pleased me. You tense slightly as my tongue makes contact, and I stop ask if your ok, you say nothing but lower yourself slightly and try to relax. I again lick up more forcefully and you sigh. I smile and then start to lick all over not exactly sure what to do then insert my tongue into you as deep as I can. You tense, sigh again but sit a little harder forcing my tongue deeper. Your juices are now flowing over my face and you start to unconsciously grind slightly with quicker shallower breathes. I remember reading that your clitoris is the most sensitive spot and try to lick higher. As I reach your clit you jump slightly then grind harder, squeezing your legs on my head as you start to quietly moan entering the beginning of a very intense orgasm, first shaking then freezing. After several sessions of quivering then freezing you slide forward and collapse on my stomach, limp breathing heavy.

*

To be continued if I continue to receive positive comments. And sorry to “The Perfectionists”. I may not have met your standards, but hope I have presented a more realistic “real world” story. Thanks for all the positive feedback and helpful suggestions.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Lily lay quietly under the sheets, her chest rising and falling as she slept. I watched her that way for a time, savoring my memories of last night’s passion. It would be so easy to crawl between her legs and taste. But I decided to let her sleep a bit longer, and slipped quietly from the bed.

Kitchen tiles felt cool under my toes but warm poured through the skylight to warm me as I walked nude to the refrigerator. Strange to feel these things so intensely now, when I’d taken this walk so many times before. Perhaps Lily was the reason. I’d felt empty before and now I felt full. I decided to prepare breakfast for us both. After last night, we would both need the calories.

First coffee. I found the grinder and the beans, taking a moment to smell the wonderful, acrid scent. Slowly the grinder turned as I filled the maker with water. Beans in the filter, water to the tank then hit the switch and wait. While the scent of java filled the room I rooted around in the refrigerator. I hoped for eggs and onions. I found both along what a half circle of gouda and a sweet red pepper. One sniff told me they were good. As the machine began bubbling, I saw Lily in the corner of my eye.

She stood there leaning against the wall, her nude body barely hidden by one of my flannel shirts. She smiled warmly at me and returned the smile. Her heavy breasts were barely concealed within the unbuttoned flannel, and I could see her sex clearly. She had shaved it, and her pink lips stood out prominently, as did the tiny specks of dried semen I’d left there last night. I caught my breath and then I noticed that her eyes were staring at my groin. My penis began to swell before her eyes.

“I like my coffee black and strong,” she said with a mischievous grin. And then she stretched, arching her back and thrusting her huge breasts out at me. She was teasing me I knew, but all I could think of was to reach for a couple mugs. I could feel her gaze upon me, hot as sunlight while I poured. And then Maltepe Escort Bayan I felt her behind me, her arms wrapping around me, and her breasts pressed against my back. One hand lifted a coffee cup, and her second wrapped itself around my prick. “Yes, very strong,” she hissed, slowly running her fingers up and down. I turned to kiss her, but she dropped to her knees. She took a sip of coffee, and then wrapped her lips around my erection. Her mouth was hot, soft and wet as she sucked me briefly. And then she sprang to her feet and grabbing my hand pulled me into the bedroom.

Of course I followed, all thought of eggs banished from my mind. She sat open-legged on the edge of the bed, wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me to her mouth. My hands fell naturally to her soft brown hair. I closed my eyes. I could feel her tongue gliding over me. I could feel fingertips rolling my balls. I opened my eyes again. And then Lily stopped and looked up to me, her eyes warm and moist.

I knelt down before her, and holding her head to mine pressed our lips together. Lily has exceptionally soft, full lips and I could feel her trembling as we kissed. Her mouth parted, and I reached out gently with my tongue. Lily reached back. Our tongues swirled together waltz time, first between our mouths, then in hers, then mine. The only sound was our breathing, strangely synchronized. And I could feel her arms around me, practically dragging my body closer to her as she lay back on the bed.

“I want to feel you on top of me,” she whispered. She pulled my shirt open so we could touch, skin upon skin. My thigh slid between her legs. I felt her wet sex pressed against me, leaving little trails of moisture on my thigh. Lily would not protest if I chose to enter her now. Indeed, she seemed to want that, and spread her legs wide to accommodate me. But I wanted more, I wanted to show her how much I truly desired her. So I lifted my head and began to kiss her forehead, her eyes and down to Maltepe Escort lick her ear. I had discovered that she liked that, and she sighed again, and lay still for my explorations. Unless you counted her hips, which swayed in march time. As I approached her ear, she turned her head in offering and cooed softly as my tongue slid inside. Lily rolled her hips gently, hinting again at her readiness, but it felt too good to kiss her ear, and feel her body shiver. Almost immediately she arched her back and stretched her neck out for me. “I want you inside me,” she whispered. “Really.”

“Why hurry? We have all weekend.” To distract her I licked along her left collarbone and bit gently upon her shoulder. I wanted to make her wait. She arched her back, probably to emphasize her unforgettable breasts. My mouth reached the swelling, and I faced a decision. Down into the Valley of Delights, straight to the peaks, or perhaps the side road, delaying things for us both. I decided to take the back way, licking around the outside of her right breast. Take the outside and enter the valley from below. She pushed her breasts together for me, squeezing my cheeks between their milky softness. She pushed her left breast to my mouth. What could I do but lick? Or bite down upon her right nipple and pin it for my tongue. She hissed, then whispered my name, pushed her breast deeper into my sucking mouth. Her hips began to sway and I could feel her lean down and kiss my hair. Her nipple was hard, and I could feel my erection throbbing. Her sex is so near, it practically screamed at me, but I thought it better to hold out. I leaned out to lick both her nipples at once. Again she shook her head and leaned back, eyes closed and whispered my name.

I feasted upon her until her nipples shone bright pink. But as I licked I began to think of someplace else, a warm and wet place. It was time to move on. And so I kissed my way down her smooth belly. Lily began pushing me lower now, trying to force my lips down to Escort Maltepe her sex, hungry for what she now realized would happen. She arched her hips and raised them for me, offering her pussy. Yet I tarried, lick and bite, then a little kiss before moving on. By the time I reached her pubic bone her hips were rolling and sweat beading upon her salty skin.

The morning light shown through the windows, illuminating the beautiful of Lily’s sex. So pink and full, like her lips and slightly opening as if in hunger. My penis stirred as I noticed this, and I could feel my hips pumping involuntarily. It tingled as if pierced by a thousand velvet needles, throbbing with the sweet agony of need. And then I extended my tongue to lick her.

Up and down I licked, her fingers in my hair. Sometimes she grabbed me with painful force. Then she became aware of her strength and tried to release me, only to have her hands return again. I reached a pillow. She raised up for me as I slid it beneath her hips. Up and down I licked, and I let one finger drape across her anus. She cried out as I touched her there, and I knew she would enjoy more. And then I pushed another inside her as my tongue draped across her clitoris.

“Put it in me,” she cried, out. “I need to feel you inside me.” But I only continued licking her, moving my tongue lower to her anus. I licked around it for a second and then pushed it hard against her rosebud.

“Oh, you’re hateful,” she cried out, hips pumping, And then she followed with, “No, no you are not, you beautiful man!” And then I licked upward, pushing my tongue inside her sex, and tasting perhaps the saltiness of myself still inside her.

Lily bucked now and whimpered. I could feel the muscles of her thigh trembling. And then she whispered, “I’m there, oh right there!” So I opened my mouth wide and sucked hard, my tongue sliding up and down her clit. Her tremors were strong and her legs wrapped themselves around my head. I stayed with her, licking and sucking. Her convulsions spread through my lips and downward, until my own body went white with pleasure. After our spasms subsided I looked down. There upon her calf lay a thin line of fresh white semen, trailing down upon the floor.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“What the…” As I awake, my mind races to figure out what is going on.

I am on my back. I can’t move my hands, feet, or head. I can’t see. I hear music playing loudly in my ears. It takes me a few seconds, but my head clears from its original panic and begins to accept the input from my body.

I’m blindfolded and bound. I can feel the straps around my wrists and ankles. I’m pulled into a star shape. My head is held still by the blindfold. I feel the headphones on my ears, blocking out all sound but the slow groove of soul music. I feel the air on my body and know that I am naked. I feel weight shifting on the bed and know that I am not alone.

Hands. Soft hands begin to caress my body. Gently rubbing my face, shoulders, arms, chest, belly. The hands are soft and warm, imparting a sense of comfort. Their message is to relax. They are the hands of my beloved Angie.

I feel her nails drag across my skin. She twirls her fingers through my chest hair, tickling my nipples until they get hard. Continuing down my body, her nails begin to tease my pubic hair. They twirl and rake though the hair, inciting my already hard cock to bounce in anticipation. Angie moves past my pubes to my thighs, raking the insides of each with her nails. Down to each knee, she travels, and back up until she almost touches my sack; then, down the other leg. Her teasing is having its effect on my breathing and the blood flow to my lower body. Her scratches are light, but I feel a slight warmth where her nails have been.

When I try to speak, Angie immediately covers my lips with hers. Her kiss is sweet and soft, at first. As she presses her lips against mine, the kiss takes on urgency. Our tongues begin to dance and she gently bites my lower lip. As I feel her weight shift, again, a finger is placed across my lips as a silent command to not speak.

Angie’s fingers begin to move across my body, again. Suddenly, without any warning, her wet tongue drags across my right nipple. The feeling is a shock and I moan. I then feel cool air being blown across the nipple, making it pucker and harden even more. Several more times, her hot, wet tongue flicks across my nipples, making them hard.

Weight shifting. I wait, but nothing happens. I have no idea where Angie is. It felt like she might have gotten off of the bed, but I can’t tell Kurtköy Escort for sure. I lie there, bound and blindfolded, waiting.

The music changes. A driving rock song fills my ears as Angie suddenly takes my entire cock into her hot mouth. In sync with the music, Angie bobs her head up and down on my hard pole. Her fingers play with my balls while she sucks my cock with reckless abandon. Each bass beat of the song brings her nose to my pubic bush. The electric guitar riffs guide her fingers on my sack. The song is a short one and, as it ends, so does the blowjob.

Weight shifting. This time I know EXACTLY where she is. The bed sags on either side of my head and I feel it drop several inches. I smell Angie’s excitement as she lowers her pussy to my waiting mouth. The song is a slow pop song. Angie hovers over my lips, just within reach of my tongue, but no closer. Her hips move to the beat of the music, as she dances her pussy lips across the tip of my tongue. Back and forth she moves, allowing me only the slightest taste of her soaking pussy.

At the beginning of the second verse, Angie drops her pussy fully onto my mouth. She is hot and soaking wet. I can not move my head, only my mouth and tongue. I work with them as best I can as Angie guides her pussy around my mouth and face. She begins to grind her clit into my nose while I fuck her wet hole with my tongue. Suddenly, Angie stops moving. I feel a tremor through her thighs against my cheeks. My face is awash with her fresh juices and I know she has cum. I gratefully drink what is offered. Angie doesn’t move as I gently lick and suck on her pussy, trying to get every last drop of her nectar.

Weight shifting. I feel Angie on both sides of my body, now. I feel her hair against my skin. Slowly, she drags her hair down my body, swishing it back and forth. I feel the heat from her pussy long before it touches my straining cock. Angie takes my cock in hand and strokes it a few times before pushing the head into her wet pussy. I feel her weight as she slowly impales herself on my cock. Angie sits back on my thighs, her hands on my chest, and begins to rock to the music. A slow rock song has started playing in my ears. Angie’s hips move to the beat, rocking back and forth and side to side on my fat cock. In this position, I can feel Kurtköy Escort Bayan her cervix as it rubs against my head. I feel Angie’s nail against my pubic hair. She is fingering her clit while she rides my cock.

Angie continues to rock back and forth and side to side. The song ends and another driving rock song begins to play. Angie places both hands on my chest and begins to rise and fall on my cock. I try to thrust into her, but can’t. Angie fucks my cock hard and fast. Up and down she slams her pussy onto my cock. I can imagine the look on her face, even thought I can’t see it. I feel Angie’s pussy contract around my cock as warmth flows down my shaft to my balls and asshole. Another orgasm rocks her body and she collapses against my chest.

I feel her hair in my face and breathe in its scent. Angie lies panting on my chest. The breathing is ragged and hard. It must have been a good orgasm. Angie lies on my chest until her breathing returns to normal. My cock bounces inside her pussy, eliciting a spasm from her each time I tense my muscles.

Weight shifting. This time I know that Angie has gotten off of the bed. I lie there, my rigid cock sticking up, waiting for what is to come next. I feel Angie climb back onto the bed, between my legs. Her warm had wraps around my hard, fat cock, and she begins to stroke it. The song in my ears is a slow groove, again. She strokes her hand up and down the length of my shaft to the rhythm of the music. It is the only part of my body she is touching, at this point. It has become the very focal point of my existence. As she strokes my shaft with one hand, she begins to massage my balls with the other. She gently rolls them between her fingers while she languidly strokes my cock.

Angie allows the fingers from her “ball hand” to drift toward my asshole. She rakes her nails from my asshole to my balls and back, teasing that area in between. She continues to massage my aching cock. She knows that at the rate she is going, I will never cum, and I imagine she is doing that on purpose.

Without warning, I feel a finger enter my anus and I jump. Angie starts sliding her finger in and out of my ass in sync with her hand on my cock. The feeling is incredible. The song changes, but the tempo doesn’t and I lay there, helpless and loving it, Escort Kurtköy while Angie strokes my cock and fucks my ass with her finger. A second finger enters my ass, stretching it. Angie strokes my cock and fucks my ass for the duration of the song. I am going crazy, needing to cum, but Angie will not apply enough pressure or speed to make that happen.

The song ends. It is replaced by static. Angie pulls her fingers from my ass and releases my cock. I feel coolness on my ass followed by wetness. As I try to figure out what is happening next, I feel something at my anus. Slowly, whatever it is, is forced into my hole. It is large, rigid enough for penetration, yet not hard. When my anus is filled to bursting, an intense vibration fills my nether regions and I realize that Angie has shoved her vibrator into my ass. The vibrations and pressure on my asshole are intense. I can’t hold back the moans as Angie begins to fuck my ass with the vibrator. All the while, the static still plays in my ears.

Suddenly, the music begins, again. It is a soft jazz piece. The fucking of my ass continues and I feel Angie’s lips on my cock, again. She licks up and down the shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip. She pulls the foreskin back with her hand and takes the head of my cock in her mouth. With one hand pumping the vibrator in and out of my ass, the other pumping my cock, and her hot, wet mouth on the heat of my cock, sucking the precum from my shaft, I know that I will not last long.

Angie makes love to my cock while the soft jazz plays on. At the half-way point of the piece, Angie turns up the vibrations in my ass and shoves the vibrator in to the hilt. Both hands now work on my cock and balls as Angie’s head bobs up and down the shaft. Sometimes taking me all the way into her throat; other times sucking on the head while she pumps the shaft with her hand. Suddenly, I feel the cum begin to boil in my balls. My breathing becomes ragged. I can’t summon enough breath to moan, just gasp.

My hips buck to the extent allowed by the restraint. Angie, sensing that I am about to cum, dives down on my cock, burying it in her throat as the first splash of cum erupts from my cock. The long teasing has paid off and Angie is rewarded with 2, 3, 4, 5 huge gobs of cum from my balls. I feel her mouth and throat work to swallow my seed.

Angie switches off the vibrator and removes it from my ass. She continues to lick and suck my cock as it begins to soften, kissing my belly and thighs. I feel Angie climb down from the bed. She kisses my lips gently, as she removes the blindfold.

“I love you,” she says softly.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

After checking into our beach-front cottage on the white sand beach with crystal blue water, it was time to give you your gift. All the way there I teased you. On the planes, in the waiting areas, in the cab… Telling you about the gift without telling you exactly what it was had peaked your interest. In fact, you have been hounding me to tell you. Not until now.

We began to unpack. You teased me by showing me the little frilly lacy things you planned to wear. Ohhhh so sexy! You kept one eye on me as I pulled my clothes out, wanting to see if you could see the gift. I purposefully left it in the bag until the very last.

Finally, I pulled a purple box out and turned to you. In big bold letters, the box read, “Venus Butterfly”. You looked at me quizzically as I handed it to you. I explained that this was to be worn by you all the time on our trip. The only time you were not to wear it was when at the beach, swimming or bathing. Otherwise, it was to be on you at all times.

You pull the butterfly from the box. It has a set of straps to hold the butterfly in place. I tell you to strip and put it on. As you do, I reach into the box and grab the remote control. You are so sexy, just a sheer blouse and nothing else covers your sexy body as you try to figure out how to put the butterfly on. Sitting on the bed as I watch you, I stand up and pull you to me as we kiss, a hungry sexual kiss.

As I kiss you, I activate the remote, making the butterfly vibrate against your pussy. Gently it caresses your pussy and you break our kiss and look deep into my eyes as you react to the sensations. Your eyes tell me you like it!

We begin to kiss some more. I turn the dial on the remote, increasing the intensity of the vibrations. You moan into my mouth as our tongues dance. Again you pull back, obviously enjoying your new toy. You purr and squeak a little as the sensation continue. I can tell that if the vibrations continue, you will have an orgasm. Turning the dial again, the vibrations turn into a slow pulse. Not sure of the rhythm, you jerk slightly every time it pulses against your pussy.

That’s enough for now. I turn it off and tell you to get dressed. Pendik Escort We are going to the bar to have some drinks and a snack. You pout a little as you reach to remove the butterfly. I tell you to keep it on under you panties. Slipping into a little wispy sun dress with nothing but your panties and the “fly” underneath, we walk to the bar.

The bounce of your braless tits gets the attention of every male that sees you. Your nipples have hardened from the attention. Have I told you I love to see your hard nipples push out against the fabric? Makes me hard almost instantly! You are reveling in the attention your barely covered skin is attracting. Having the fly on makes you intensely aware of your own sexuality and the effect on men.

Just as we sit down at a table with a beautiful view of the ocean, I reach into my pocket and turn on the fly. You jump just a little as the vibrations start again. I lean over and give you a sweet soft kiss and turn off the fly for now. You will not know when I turn it on or whether it’ll be vibrations or pulsing. I like it!!!!

When the waiter comes over to take our order, right in front of him, I again turn the fly on. He asks you what you want and you can barely tell him what you want to drink. When he turns to me, I change the fly to pulse mode. Long slow pulses start with a mild vibration and quickly intensifies then stops! I think I’ll just leave it like that for now.

Each time it starts, you squirm a little trying to get the fly right where you want. Your pussy is dripping wet. I can see the lust building in your eyes. Time to tone it down. I reach and turn the fly off. Your bottom lip sticks out slightly as you pout. You are so cute when you do that!!

The drinks and snacks are delivered to our table. I know you are expecting me to turn the fly on again, but I don’t. We eat and drink and chat about the beauty surrounding us, and the things we want to do and see while there. The entire time you are wondering when the fly will start.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. As you get up, I get a quick glimpse between your legs. I can see the dark spot on your Pendik Escort Bayan panties where you have soaked them. You walk towards the restroom and I wait until I’m sure you’re in a stall. Reaching into my pocket I grab the remote and turn it on. I am imagining what you do once the vibrations start. I imagine you sitting on the toilet, head back, holding the fly tightly against your pussy enjoying the vibrations. With just the right pressure you cum. Not a blasting orgasm, just a little one to satiate your sexual appetite… for now. Trying to calm down, you try and clean up some of your juices and your soaked panties. It’s no use. You pull your panties off and throw them in your purse. With nothing on but the fly and the clingy wispy little sundress, you walk back to the table.

I ask what’s wrong as I see the flush of your face and chest. Knowing full well what happened, a sexy little grin comes across my face. This is just the beginning. I have more surprises in store for you.

For now, I want to keep you in a state of excitation all the time until you can’t stand it any more. I purposefully stay away from our room. We walk, we shop, we drink, we eat… The whole time I tease you with the fly. Bringing your excitement up and then backing it down before you can cum, teasing you, building your desire to heights you thought were unattainable.

After almost a whole day, we finally get back to our room. All day your pussy has been wet, teased by the sensations from the fly as I control the time and place as I turn it on and off. The fly has done its job for today.

Entering the room, you grab me and kiss me with sexual wanton abandon. Practically ripping my clothes off, we fall onto the bed kissing, groping, touching. You pull the fly off and tell me you need me in you NOW! Not yet my love!

Although there is nothing more I want than to bury my cock in you, I still have plans. Reaching into the nightstand next to the bed, I pull out a rabbit vibrator. I know you’ve been dying to get one. You gasp when you see it and immediately lie back on the bed and spread your legs. You have been dying to try one. First however, Escort Pendik I will be the one wielding the toy!!!

Kissing and fondling you I work my way down your body. Stopping only at your breasts to lick and tweak your nipples to attention. I crawl between your legs and look up. Over your panting chest our eyes meet. I can see the overwhelming excitement in your eyes. Turning on the rabbit, I slowly rub it up and down your lips. You are so wet and turned on, your lips are engorged and red with desire. Your juices are running down and making a wet spot on the sheets. Mmmmmmmmm… I love how wet you get!

The rabbit parts your lips with its gentle vibrations. These are different than the fly. You squirm and moan as I work the tip into you. Now that I have it in your pussy, I climb back up and kiss you. All the while working the length of the rabbit in and out of your pussy. When I have it deep in you, the vibrating ears touch your clit and the churning balls inside massage the walls of your pussy. Your breathing is erratic, your face and chest are flushed. You really like it! I kiss you harder working the rabbit in and out. You are gasping for air as the first wave of an orgasm flows thru you. I hold on tight as we both ride the waves of your orgasm. You are moving and squirming so! I have never seen you cum like this before! I can feel your pussy grab the rabbit as I continue using it to make you cum some more. The noises you make are telling me you are at the peak of the orgasm. It is now that I must bury my cock in you.

In one swift move, I remove the rabbit from your dripping pussy and replace it with my rock hard cock. Your pussy grabs at my cock and squeezes. You are so wet and hot and soft. It feels like my cock is in melting butter. The feeling is incredible. I pump into you as you continue to writhe and scream in orgasmic bliss. Trying to keep my cock in you as I pump is almost impossible. Watching your pretty face contort in ecstasy is too much and my cock explodes inside you. Jet after jet of my hot cum explodes inside you, as our juices mix. My orgasm is all engulfing. My mind is reeling.

My body is numb from the intense orgasm. I collapse on top of you. My dwindling hard-on, slips from your folds. Our panting and gasps mimic each other. I roll off and lay beside you as we both tremble from the feelings. We hold each other in our arms, cuddling, breathing, sweating, loving… and this is only the first day!!!!!!!

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“I wouldn’t eat those if I were you,” a deep, drawling voice sent shivers down my spine.

“No? Why not?” I turned as I asked the question. A pair of startling blue eyes in a tanned, weathered face smiled back at me. I knew it would be him, though how he’d wormed his way behind me in the buffet line, I had no idea.

“Because, young lady, those beans there” — he used his plastic fork to point at the baked beans in the chafing dish next to the beef brisket — “aren’t homemade. And you don’t sound like you’re from around here. I’d hate for you to get the wrong impression about Southern cooking,” he explained.

“Really.” By now, we were holding up the buffet line at the Rockford Annual Marketing Convention, and people were impatiently waiting for us to continue our conversation elsewhere. I looked down at my meagre plate with a bit of green salad and a biscuit. “What about the beef? Is it safe?”

“Mmhmm, here you go,” the blond-haired man ladled a bit onto my plate. “The only way to tell is for me to have lunch with you and act as your advisor on Southern fare,” he grinned.

I humphed and lead the way to two seats on the far side of the hall. Somehow, he dropped his own plate on the table and beat me to my chair, pulling it out for me like a real gentleman. Seated, I realized how tall he was — at least six foot two or so to my five foot one… and a half.

“Bobby Wagner.” His large, warm hand enveloped my small one. He stroked my palm a little as he released my fingers, coating me with shivers. I knew his name already, I’d spent half the convention staring at him, and he’d spent the other half carefully staring at me. Of course, we’d done it when neither was supposed to be looking. He was from some hick town in Oklahoma, according to the placard in front of him at the conference table. Not that I’d sneaked a peek when he went to the mens’ room during a break, or anything.

“Rachel Moss,” I grinned back at him, totally captured by the way he moved and his confidence. I wrinkled my nose. “Exactly what is beef brisket, anyway?”

I’d like to say that I made some startling, witty remarks during lunch, but I didn’t. I learned a little about him; he worked for a large marketing firm in Tulsa. His boss had sent him to this convention as a way to get him to take a vacation, though he wasn’t supposed to guess that. What Bobby didn’t say — but what was plainly obvious — was that HE was looking for a little extracurricular activity, if I should be so interested. The intensity of his gaze and his total attention flattered me.

In turn, I told him about my work for a large corporation in Toronto, how I’d never been so far south before and even about my pet rabbit. Looking back, it seems stupid. I have the feeling Bobby wasn’t really listening to the words coming out of my lips. Instead, I think he was watching my mouth. Aside from making me totally self-conscious, it was incredibly sexy.

“Want to skip the rest of the afternoon and go find something else to do?” Bobby grinned at me, wickedly voicing my own thoughts. Right then, I was thinking low, dirty thoughts. Thoughts that involved my mouth and his fly. I blushed.

“Absolutely not. They paid for me to be here, I’m supposed to be learning. But thanks for the brisket tips,” I sassed. Before he could get up, I cleared out my plate and dashed to the ladies’ room. I’d made a getaway this time, but next time he asked — and there would be a next time — I didn’t want to say no.

***

“So, how do you want to do this?” A voice behind me questioned softly.

I turned slightly, a grin on my face. It was Bobby; I’d known it would be.

“I’m sorry? Do what?” I asked, pretending ignorance to what his blue eyes were blatantly asking. It had been twenty-four full hours, and I’d managed to avoid being caught alone by Bobby since our beef brisket date. Not that I didn’t want him to catch me; I just wanted him to have to work at it.

“You know what. This is the last night of the Convention. Do you really want to spend it hanging around here getting drunk with these folks?” Bobby smiled in an amused fashion. He leaned against the wall behind me, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“I suppose you have a better idea?” I asked. I turned away from him and scanned the room. I hated to admit it, but he was right. The buffet dinner long since over, the attendees at the Convention were rapidly consuming the contents of the bar and laughing ribaldly at each others’ jokes. I had a long flight through Dallas and back to Toronto in the morning. The last thing I wanted to do was get bombed.

“Come on, your room’s only up three floors. What do you say?” He leaned in and nuzzled the side of my neck and I tingled a little with pleasure, even as I leaned my head further to the side to give him more access.

“Thank you, but I don’t recall inviting you to my room, which, by the way, is on the sixth floor,” I said primly. I really did want to go back to my hotel room, but I wasn’t Pendik Escort planning on making it that easy for him. Part of the fun was the thrill of the chase! I had the feeling this wasn’t the only rejection I’d have to give him tonight. “I feel like getting some air. If you’ll excuse me…”

He laughed out loud and watched me walk from the room. I could feel his gaze on me, but he didn’t move to follow. Damn. I really was going to have to go outside, now.

Surprisingly, I appreciated the fresh air outside the hotel. I hadn’t noticed how much the banquet room had begun to smell like stale alcohol and unwashed bodies. I imagine that the natives would have called it cold outside, but to a Canadian like me, it was almost balmy.

Behind me came the jingling of keys.

“Feel like going for a ride?” Bobby had appeared from nowhere, holding up a ring of keys. “Tulsa’s close enough to drive over, so my boss wouldn’t pay for airfare. My car’s right over there… and the hotel has the license plate if you’re nervous.” For a moment, his eyes were serious, before he showed me to his car. It was a showy little red sportscar. Not exactly what I’d expected.

“I thought rednecks drove pickup trucks?” I slid into the passenger seat with a saucy swing of my jean-clad hips.

“I have one of those, too, but this is better on gas. Hang on!” With that, he tore out of the parking lot and hit the quiet highway. After being cooped up in the hotel for several days, the speed of the little car gave me a daring shot of adrenaline.

“So, when we get back, are we going to your room?” Bobby asked, skilfully maneuvering his way around an old Lincoln.

“No,” I smiled. I dropped my hand onto his thigh and left it there as he swung around another car.

“Mmhmm,” he muttered. “I just bet we aren’t.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it further up his thigh, and I laughed, unsure of where this game was going, but willing to play along.

I leaned as close as I could get in the bucket seats, and whispered in his ear, “What exactly did you have in mind, Bobby? I’m a sweet and innocent girl, and I have the feeling you’re a dangerous man.”

“Dangerous? Young lady, I am not dangerous, but I have the feeling you’re a loaded weapon.” He swung the car onto an off-ramp, and just as quickly, back onto an on-ramp headed back to the hotel.

***

I wasn’t sure exactly how it had happened, but there I was, leaning against my hotel room door, with Bobby hovering as close as decency permitted…maybe a little closer. One muscled arm was planted on the wall far above my head as he leaned toward me.

“All right, listen,” he pitched his voice low and spoke directly into my ear. “I didn’t get a single room; I’m sharing with another guy from my company. He was doing his best to convince a blonde from Arizona to go upstairs with him, and I have the feeling he succeeded. So this ol’ country boy hasn’t got a bed tonight.” I laughed out loud. From what I could tell during the Convention, he was pretty far up the corporate ladder; he certainly wasn’t a poor country boy.

His face creased into a warm smile. “Surely you’re not gonna make me spend the night prowling around in the lobby, are you? Not when you’ve got two big double beds in there?” He ran his hand through my short hair and smiled into my eyes.

“Um, no, Bobby, I don’t,” I grinned.

“You don’t what, young lady?” His face buried in my neck and his hand wrapped around my waist, he really wasn’t paying a whit of attention to what I was saying. That was a bad habit and it just had to be stopped. Maybe I could shock him into paying attention.

“I don’t have two double beds. Here, take a look.” It was lame, but the best reason I could think of to open the door and…er…show Bobby my room. I flicked on the bathroom light as we walked in.

“Well, damn.” Bobby whistled. I had a king-size bed in my room. One. Large. King-size bed.

“Well, now. That’s a whole different ballgame!” His eyes alight with mischief, he tracked me around the bed as I moved to close the curtains.

I let him catch me, let him wrap his arms around my waist as I buried my hands under his coat. He leaned toward me, forcing me to lean back to look into his eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked gently. It seemed a strange request, such a gentlemanly move that I was taken aback. He didn’t wait for my response, but slowly lowered his lips to mine. Bobby kissed me softly and withdrew before I had a chance to really taste him. In an instant, his lips were back, soft gentle kisses that stoked up the fire between my legs.

Over and over he placed tiny, sweet kisses on my lips, my cheeks, nuzzling his way to my ears until I was drowning in heat. Reaching up, I grabbed his scruffy cheeks and pulled his lips to mine. I kissed him like I wanted him to kiss me. My tongue dove into his mouth; I suckled on his lower lip as he groaned.

“I like the way you kiss, Rachel,” he muttered. His hands Pendik Escort Bayan slid up from my waist as his tongue dueled with mine. Something about him lit a fire in me; I needed to touch him as much as I wanted to push this forward Okie away.

Our lips slid and slipped across each other, teasing and licking. I pushed his coat off his broad shoulders, letting it fall in a heavy puddle on the floor beside the bed. In turn, he wrapped his big hands around my waist and pushed my blouse out of his way to touch bare skin. “You’re sweating, Rachel. Why are you sweating?”

Bobby lifted his head and grinned at me with dark heat in his eyes. I shrugged and smiled slowly. “’cause I’m hot,” I breathed.

“Well, now, let me help with that, honey.” His lips dove down on mine and his hands worked at the little buttons on the front of my blouse. Before long, my top joined his coat on the floor.

“Wow,” he muttered, lifting his lips from mine to gaze down at my breasts. Fortuitously, I’d chosen to wear my pink lace bra that day, rather than the sports bra I’d worn the day before. It seemed to have had the desired effect, as Bobby’s hands slid up my waist and wrapped themselves around my taut globes. My nipples puckered immediately through the lace. Needles of heat shot straight to my groin.

“Oh my,” I choked out. “Are we moving too fast?” I glanced up at him, my arms wrapped around his tanned neck, my back arched to push my breasts into his hands. Bobby dragged his eyes from the movement of his hands and turned serious again for a moment.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked.

I wavered for an instant. but his gaze held steady. Was it really such a good idea to do this with a stranger? But it felt like I’d been touching him forever. He was sexy as hell… I wanted to sleep with him.

“Kiss me and then ask me again,” I whispered.

He grinned and complied, his lips moving across mine with subtle familiarity. His hands reached around behind me and cleverly located the clasp on my bra. It joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

“Wait a minute!” I protested. “It’s your turn to take something off!” Bobby leaned over, suckling my neck, teasing my ear with his tongue, but his hands obediently moved to his own shirt. Lost in the feeling of five o’clock shadow nuzzling against the curve of my neck, I was hazily aware that buttons popped off the shirt before the shirt hit the floor.

In an instant, my hands smoothed across his chest. A smattering of light-coloured hair sat high on his pectorals, but the rest of him was smooth and hard. Some parts harder than others…

He groaned when I tentatively ran my nails down his back. Then it was my turn to choke back a cry as his hands found my nipples and squeezed gently. “You have nice tits,” he whispered, stroking his callused hands over my sensitive skin. There wasn’t a thing about this country boy that didn’t scream masculine, and my femininity responded in an overflow of creamy wetness.

I couldn’t believe how much I wanted Bobby. It had been years since I’d felt this strong attraction to a man, and I gasped at the heat that surged through my veins. Without thinking, I dropped to the bed behind me and hauled Bobby close by his belt loops. He half-laughed, half-gasped, until he realized my intention and lost his breath altogether.

I yanked open his fly and pulled his jeans away from the hardness pressing against his boxers. As if it was a well-practised move — it wasn’t — I freed his member and wrapped my tongue snugly around the tip. Bobby shuddered above me, combing his fingers through my hair with one hand and holding me by the back of the neck with the other.

I moaned with pleasure as I suckled on the strong, thick length of him. THIS, this is what I’d wanted to do from the moment I’d first seen him at the Convention. Generally I didn’t like going down on a man any more than the average woman, but there was no way that a woman could not want to give this particular man as much pleasure as possible.

My tongue danced down one side of his cock, wrapped around his sac, and circled back up the other side as slowly as possible. Bobby’s hand clenched reflexively in my hair and he urged me on with gentle thrusts of his hips. “Rachel, I don’t know where you learned that, but I like it,” he growled, his blue eyes starkly electrifying against his flushed face.

Beneath my nimble tongue, his breath came shorter, his hips thrust faster, and Bobby knotted a hand in my hair in almost a painful fashion. “I think you love this,” I pointed out. I blew cool breath on the heat in front of me. It swelled and throbbed in time with his rapid heartbeat.

“God damn it, yes,” he muttered. He urged my lips back around his length, and I complied by suckling him in great, swooping motions. I took a moment and looked straight up. It was enough to make me want to come, just sitting there. His hands in my hair, his bronzed chest bare, his eyes intently Escort Pendik watching the movements of my mouth… He was starkly male and I was hot as hell for him.

“I want you…to keep going. But you’ve got…to stop now.” Bobby gently extricated himself from my mouth and I shivered with want. In front of me, his cock glistened, harder than it was when I’d first taken it into my mouth, and oozing with his desire.

Bobby yanked me off the bed long enough to push my jeans and panties onto the floor. A quick toss, and he threw me into the middle of the giant mattress. His jeans and boxers followed my jeans, and in an instant, his teeth were placing tiny bites all around my nipples. My nipples puckered immediately. I combed through his short blond hair, pulling him closer, closer. I wanted him on top of me, I wanted to feel his hardness between my legs, I wanted to know that we were going to do this NOW.

“Do you want me to leave?” His words pulled me out of a red haze.

“What?” I asked. Surely I had misheard him. Did he think I was malformed or something? Was one boob really bigger than the other? I looked into his face, and his eyes were laughing at me.

“You told me to kiss you and then ask you again. So I’m asking you. Rachel, do you want me to leave?”

Frustrated and laughing, I pulled his mouth up and kissed his smirk away. “If you leave, I’ll chase you naked down the hall,” I promised.

“Now that would almost be worth seeing,” Bobby mused. Giggling breathlessly, I shoved his face back down to my breasts, and groaned happily when he suckled a rosy nipple into his mouth. He spent a great deal of time on my breasts, moving back and forth between nipples, clenching my breasts together and suckling both nipples at the same time, cupping them in his hands and leaving tiny red bite marks all around my soft flesh.

Gasping now, safely back in the red haze of desire, I didn’t notice that his right hand had wandered until I felt his fingers teasing the slick flesh between my thighs. I almost came then, with his fingers barely touching my clit.

“Oh my…God, Bobby. Please…” I gasped, bucking slightly on the bed. I didn’t know if I wanted his mouth on my nipple or his hand on my clit… or whether I just wanted more of everything. Face flushed, I opened my eyes and stared at him.

He leaned up on one elbow and stared down at me. “Please what?” He asked. Mindless, I had no idea what he was talking about. He smiled, a wicked, slow smile that belied the heat in his eyes.

“Please more of this?” He asked, and bit my nipple, then laved it with his hot tongue.

“Please more of this?” He asked again, and flicked his thumb against my swollen clit. I sobbed gently into the pillow, knowing that what I’d meant was simply please more of everything, but unable to form the words.

“Or please this?” Bobby asked for the last time. A nimble, knowing finger slid slowly into my heat, curving ever so slightly to find that magical spot that makes a woman forget her name. He stroked softly once, twice, watching my face flush with fever. Gauging my reactions, the third thrust was hard, direct, and I forgot who I was.

I screamed. Luckily, Bobby was quick with his lips, and he swallowed my cry before I could bring hotel security running. His tongue swept into the dark corners of my mouth as his fingers danced in the secret parts of my body. I bucked, trying to shake the hand that brought so much pleasure that it hurt.

Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and my sweating body settled on the wrinkled sheets. His tongue danced across my collarbone, even as I panted for breath. But he wasn’t done yet.

“Rachel, you’re a loaded weapon. Isn’t that what I told you? You’re the one who’s dangerous, young lady,” Bobby whispered, and he was gone for a moment. I thought wildly that he’d left, until I heard a foil wrapper rip open and he sheathed himself in a condom. In an instant, he adjusted himself to settle between my thighs.

His heat burned me as he rubbed himself on my wetness. “Haven’t you come yet?” I asked fuzzily, trying to focus on his flushed face.

He shook softly with laughter. “No, honey, that was you.”

I laughed with him, as he slowly, ever so slowly, drove himself home. Neither of us laughed, though, as Bobby began a steady rhythm, gently thrusting and withdrawing, sending sparks of tingling awareness through my still-sensitive nerves.

“Rachel,” he muttered, “you’re so tight. I don’t know…”

I gasped at a particularly hard thrust. I think Bobby was finally starting to lose some of his control, and I felt a strong surge of power that I was the one who made it happen.

In an instant, he flipped over. Suddenly he was sprawled beneath me, all six feet some-odd inches of him. He flung one arm over his head, and caressed my hip with the other hand. He gazed at my nakedness out of half-closed eyes. My heart thumped wildly in my chest at the sheer masculinity of his position. Of my position. Perched on top of his hard cock.

I rotated my hips experimentally, testing to see what pattern best suited the pulsing of my own heat. When I settled into a rhythm, bracing my hands on his muscled chest for balance, Bobby’s hands reached up and ever so gently caressed my nipples.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was late August and the weather was really hot, a few friends and me had popped up to Blackpool for a bit of fun for a long weekend. Plus they had fitted me up with a blind date, of all the things to do but hey who am I to complain I get free drinks and a good night out I hoped!

I stood in my room of the hotel that I was stopping, what should I wear hmmm let me think, I know a nice black strap top and a short skirt, after all it had been a hot day so it’s bound to be a hot evening, if I was lucky, I laughed to my self (if I am lucky he will have all his own teeth and be under 65, with friends like mine I would put nothing past them).

I showered and dressed and did the finishing touches to my hair and looked into the mirror, oh well I would have to do, I hope he likes red heads, I looked at my watch it was 6:45 PM oh god I was late I was supposed to be meeting him at 7pm and I still had to get there, right to the other side of Blackpool, I was supposed to be meeting him outside the fair, he was going to be dressed all in black and holding a red rose, oh my how I love a man dressed in black.

It was 7:05pm when I jumped off the tram and ran across the road, I hoped he was still there, as I reached the gates to the fair I stopped and looked around hmmm not one person in sight let alone a man holding a red rose, oh well the dream was nice, probably saw me coming and ran, I laughed to myself and on that note, I turned around and started to walk back towards the road, I crossed and walk onto the beach.

In the distance I could see a figure of a man dressed in black, he was stood looking out to sea, I wonder hmmm maybe it might be, he must have seen me and run! I carried on walking and walked right on past him but could not resist a look back, as I turned around to look back I saw him smile at me, I smiled back, he had such a sweetest smile,

“You all alone” I asked,

“Yes” was his reply,

“I was supposed to be meeting a lass at the fair but I was late so I did not bother going,”

“Oh, Maltepe Escort Bayan I see well I was supposed to be meeting a man dressed all in black holding a red rose, but like you I was late and when I got there no one was waiting for me,”

On that note he produced a red rose and handed it me and together we laughed.

We walked along the beach, laughing and talking, he was so good looking with dark features, and such a good body from what I could tell, (well it sure looked good all in black).

“Would you like something to eat and drink” he asked,

“Yes, please “…

He took my hand and led me off the beach and over the road to a little place and there we had a wonderful evening, filled with laughter, good food, wine and yes a lot of slow dancing.

As the evening came to an end we walked along the beach, looking out to sea, the sun had set and all we could see was the last little bit of light remaining on the horizon, it’s reflection shimmering on the sea. he took my hand and we walked on, the warmth of my hand in his was so nice, all of a sudden he whisked me off my feet and carried me down towards the waters edge,

“you dare, oh come on please don’t ohhh no,”

I found my self landing in the sea with one almighty splash,

“Right that is it you have had it now!”

I got up and chased him, splashing water at him as I went, he stopped all of a sudden and take me in his arms, the kiss was so tender and sweet, my hands wrapped up around his neck and his arms wrapped around my waist, his hands holding my back, pulling me closer to him.

I could feel him fumbling with the zip on my skirt, my hands slowly released the grip I had around his neck and slowly slid down his chest, to his buttons undoing them one by one the lifting his shirt out of his trousers, my hands then undid his belt and button on his trousers and slowly unzipped them, my skirt now on the floor around my ankles, I stepped out of it and kicked off my shoes, then took off my top, he followed suit Maltepe Escort and took off his shoes, sock, trousers and shirt, I looked at him I had been right such a body all taught and muscular, he was sure sexy.

“Last one in the sea is a looser,”

Was all I hear as he whipped off his shorts and started running into the sea, I took my remaining clothes off and ran in after him, the sea was still warm from the day and was pleasantly nice, he jumped up behind me and pulled me down, I could feel the strength in his arms as he turned me around and kissed me again, only this time the kiss was passionate, his tongue roaming my mouth, mine joining his and them dancing together, he held me real close I could feel his hard swollen cock pressed up against my legs, I could actually feel it growing as we kissed, he put his hands on my butt and picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms up around his neck as we still kissed, he then started to walk out of the sea, but before reaching the edge he stumbled and fell landing on top of me.

Still kissing me his entire body lying on top of mine, together we was as one, I could feel his hands slowly moving down my body onto my stomach and down further, he parted my legs and began to rub, I could feel his fingers slowly make their way deep down and into me, I gasped as they entered, the feeling was incredible a shiver shot up my back and deep inside of me, his fingers moved in and out of me, my whole body pushing against him, slowly I started to kiss away from his mouth first his neck and then down onto his chest, I could taste the salt from the sea, I rolled him over onto his back his fingers leaving my wetness and running up my body.

I kissed all the way down his body not missing the slightest part, he tasted divine and I could not get enough, again he rolled me over this time positioning him self over the top of me only not face to face, his hard swollen cock was above me, I reached up and took it with my hand lowering him into my mouth, as I did this Escort Maltepe he groaned out and buried his head into my pussy lifting my legs up at the knees and parting them, I could feel his tongue licking away at my clit and his fingers returning deep inside of me, I took his cock deep into my mouth and sucked it hard my tongue licking around the edges and feeling it hitting off the back of my throat.

With his other hand he inserted a finger into my butt ohhh it was incredible the feeling was so wonderful, in return I placed a finger slowly onto his butt I felt his body stiffed and them relax again, together our bodies moved in rhythm the sea splashing up and over us, it was an experience not to ever be missed it was so erotic, so sexy and I was so god damn horny…….

As two bodies became one the sea splashing up over them, together we came, I could feel the hot cum hitting the back of my throat and slowly sliding down as my body twitched and jerked in time with his, as our bodies slowly relaxed I let go of my grip on his cock and slowly our bodies fell into a slump side by side the sea still splashing up over them, the cool sea breeze hardening my nipples, he sat up as did I, looking into each others eyes, he took me into his arms and kissed me, once again my whole body stirred as our tongues danced, together on our knees we remained for a while kissing and caressing each others bodies, then slowly he lay me down his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight his entire body shaking, he looked deep into my eyes as I took hold of he cock and guided it into me.

As the tip entered me together we let out an ohhhh then slowly it slid in deep filling me all up I could not have ever imagined such a moment, I was just beyond belief, he started to pump away at me, every time he pushed towards me I pushed towards him, thrusting deep inside of me his balls hitting off my butt I could not contain my self I cum digging my nails deep into his shoulders, then I felt his entire body go ridged, shake and jerk as he came, his mouth on mine, tongues dancing, bodies sweating and the sea now well in and up over our bodies, the feeling was brilliant what more can I say.

“My friends are the best in the world and can fix me up with a blind date any time!”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32