surprising married woman after invitation
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Posted:Sep 26, 2009 4:24 pm
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I sneak into your room at night. I know he is not home, and I know everyone else is asleep.
I see your huddled form lying there in the bed. My whole body aches to jump in there with you. I quietly undress and move over to your bed and pull the blanket down a bit. This will be the hardest part. I see you are wearing a loose fitting nighty that allows your ample beautiful breasts to be free. I have no idea if you're wearing panties, but as I slide into bed next to you, my cock touches nothing but the smooth skin of your ass and I groan. I move a little but I don't think I have woken you yet.
I snuggle deeper into you and my arms wrap around you and my cock nestles itself between your butt cheeks. My hands easily cup your breasts and I wonder know if I have woken you. You still don't show any signs of being awake but you could be faking. I decide to put this to the test. I slowly start to rub my cock between your cheeks. It feels so good. But I still can't tell if you are awake. My hands start to lightly pull at your nipples. You moan a little and push back a bit against my cock, but I'm still not sure if you are awake or not. I gently start kissing your neck and I feel you start to rouse. My tongue traces over your neck to your chin and your mouth moves around to meet mine.
Your kiss is quite perfunctory to begin but as soon as our tongues touch I feel a shock go through you and you pull back away from me. The look of shock on your eyes is priceless and before you can say anything I put my mouth back over yours. You quickly roll over and press your body against mine as we share the most intense and passionate kiss. Your mouth is hungry on mine. Our tongues are wrestling madly with each other. Our hands are pulling at each other, squeezing each other. It feels like we are trying to crush each other with our need to be close. I feel your hand go to my cock but I can't stand to not be inside you for another second. I push you onto your back and pull your nighty off you. I stop myself as I am just about to enter you, and look at you. I can see the wild desire in your eyes. The need for this.
I whisper to you "are you ready?" all you can do is nod, and stare deep into my eyes as my cock slowly finds its home inside you. It feels as if your whole body as welcomed me inside it. I see it all mirrored in your eyes. We hold each other tight and don't move. Eventually we smile and I kiss you. It starts off slow and sensual, however the need and all consuming lust from only a few minutes ago retakes us. Our lips are hard against each other and our tongues are pressed against each other as my cock pushes hard and deep inside you. I slide my arm under you and hold the back of your head so you can't escape my kisses. I use it as leverage and pull you down as I push into you. I know I can't do this for long. My cock is pounding in long hard strokes deep into your juicy pussy. Your kisses get, if possible, even more insistent. Are you going to cum? I wonder.
I'm soon answered with your whole body squeezing me tight and you scream into my mouth. I continue to drive my cock inside you, thrusts so hard that you're starting to slide up the bed. You push your hands into the headboard so you can push back into me. Your pussy clamping hard down on my throbbing cock. I can't hold it any longer and at the end of the deepest thrust I've given you, you feel my cock exploding inside you. Your pussy feels every pulse, every spasm, and every jerk. The feeling of my cum hitting the back of your pussy is more than you can handle and you scream out in another orgasm. This one seems to go on forever as we are both holding each other, letting our orgasms be released slowly.
Eventually I feel my cock is absolutely spent in you but I do not want to roll off. I kiss you and lay my head next to your cheek. I kiss it. I'm sure my cock will come out by itself eventually. However, maybe it won't.
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fucking a married woman
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Posted:Sep 26, 2009 4:18 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:42 pm
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My gaze shifted momentarily to the redhead, to find that she was watching me imitate the blonde while hiding a slight smile. The sadness had been replaced with a trace of mirth, which made her all the more appealing. It wasn't long before the natural clown in me took over and I began to exaggerate the blonde's visage. This put the redhead in an awkward spot, trying not to get caught looking at me while stifling her laughter. I kept it up until, the story ended, which was mercifully on a humorous note. The table responded with polite laughter, as the target of my antics erupted into a guffaw and had to excuse herself.
The redhead was on her way back from the lady's room as I was walking away from the bar. Our eyes met as we passed one another. Her expressions spoke volumes in mere seconds. Her eyes scolded me for an instant for nearly embarrassing her , a wry little grin then let me know that had she enjoyed being amused in such a way. By then she'd passed me. We both glanced back over our shoulders and she revealed a genuine smile that warmed my heart.
As was typically the case, I had trouble sleeping in a strange bed that night, despite being exhausted. I lay there in the dark, trying to sleep, with my minds eye full of that redhead's smile. She'd come in to the restaurant looking so sad. But for that brief instant, as she returned to her table, her face shone; her eyes sparkled. What a face she had; so expressive. Something in her face told me that emotion and passion ran deep in that woman. I tried to clear my mind and get to sleep, but it was useless.
I tried to read and watch TV, but I was obsessed with the image of that woman's face, that woman's smile. I decided to have another drink or two, perhaps that would put me out. I went down to the bar and ordered a drink and as I turned to look at the fire I spotted someone on the couch by the fireplace.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see it was the redhead from the restaurant; the one with that face; that haunting smile. Without a moment's hesitation I walked over and introduced myself.
"You're the guy with the face," she said. Suddenly I was the one with the face. "The funny faced guy at the bar." I just nodded. "You made me spew water out of nose, I'll have you know," I stifled a snicker. "Not only that, I peed my self a little." I had to laugh out loud. "Its not funny," she said. The wry grin I'd seen earlier returned and she shook her head slightly.
"Can I get you a drink?" I asked.
"I have one," she said, pointing at a half empty glass of milk on the coffee table. "It helps me sleep." She glanced down at the cushion beside her. I took that as an invitation and sat down next to her.
We sat there, close on the couch, talking about ourselves and nothing at all. She was easy to talk to. I felt at ease and comfortable with this stranger. We exhausted our small talk in no time at all. We sat looking into each others eyes. There was a long pause, but not an awkward pause at all. Her eyes told me that the conversation could have easily become very serious; deep questions asked, dark secrets revealed. But rather than speak, we instinctively leaned toward one an another and kissed. It was a long, warm, kiss that carried the promise of so many possibilities. We both pulled back slowly, gazing at each other, reading one another's expressions.
I stood and looked at her once more, possibly for the last time. She blew me the tiniest kiss. I winked at her, turned and walked away. As I made my way out of the lobby, I wondered if I'd handle things right. I would have loved to have carried on with her, right there on that couch. I realized, of course, that was impossible. The kiss was too much. It might not have gone unnoticed, even though there was no one else there except the bartender. I couldn't have asked her for her number. She was married and there with her husband. There was no way it could have gone any farther.
"What was I thinking," I wondered. I stared at the floor numbers above the elevator and quickly convinced myself that I'd gotten all revved up over nothing. It wasn't exactly nothing, there was that kiss after all. And was quite a kiss it was. There was no tongue involved, just warm, sensuous lips, and passion; undeniable passion.
I had seen in her eyes that she hadn't wanted things to end there, but we both knew it was not meant to be. Two ships passing in the night and all that.
I'd had a hard enough time trying to get her face off my mind. How could I ever wipe that kiss, that soft, simple, passionate kiss, from my memory. I could still taste her lips and feel their impression on mine.
The elevator doors slid open. I stepped inside with a sigh. I turned to press the button for my floor, and there she stood. The doors closed behind her and she looked up at me. Her face told me all the things that were going through her mind. She was a giddy little schoolgirl one second and a sex starved wife the next. She was slightly embarrassed and somewhat ashamed. But more than anything, she was hungry, hot and horny. She was ready to go. She looked down for a second and I felt the blood rush to my face.
The ride in the elevator was silent. We glanced at one another a couple of times. The anticipation was palpable. That wry little smile crept back to her face and she took my hand. I squeezed her's gently just as the elevator stopped at my floor. The doors opened to an empty hallway. We both stepped out and she stayed back as I walked to the door of my room. I unlocked and opened the door. I looked back at the gorgeous redhead at the elevator and she hurried to my side. She stepped into my room and I followed.
I closed the door behind us. We stood there for several seconds, just looking into each others eyes. That little redhead was suddenly no longer a stranger at all. We knew at that moment that we were lovers; we were meant to be lovers. There was a fire burning within us. There was an urgency. I wanted to grab her up and kiss her forcefully; tear the clothes from her body, throw her on the floor and ravish her.
I could see in my new paramour's eyes that she felt the same things I felt, but she had complete command of her emotions. The fire that burned in her was contained and controlled. We approached each other slowly, deliberately. I reached for her and she for me. We pulled one another close and our lips met. I could have sworn I heard a hiss of steam as my lips touched hers. Her lips parted and my tongue slid languidly into her mouth; her hot mouth. My tongue tangled with hers as they twisted and swirled; slowly, smoothly and soulfully. It was the deepest kiss I'd ever known. It touched the farthest reaches of me.
We performed a slow motion tango as we moved toward the bed, undressing one another as we went. My raven-tressed lover was stripped to nothing but her black, satin panties and I to my boxers by the time we'd reached the bed. I tore the comforter from the bed and her modesty overcame her. She quickly slid between the sheets and gazed up at me. The lust in her eyes betrayed the demure expression that was on her face.
I crawled into the bed and we were drawn together as if by some natural force. We embraced. The combined heat of our bodies only intensified as we began to kiss again. I had never known such passion and still been able to control myself.
This sultry, smoldering seductress was setting the pace. Our tongues danced and dueled as I pulled her breasts to my naked chest. Her nipples hardened between us. Our hearts pounded in rhythm. I pressed my hard member to her body and she moaned into my mouth.
We rolled over together. Her legs spread and I positioned myself between her smooth, soft thighs. My eyes were drawn to hers again and I was assured that what was about to happen was welcomed. Her eyes begged me not to stop just before they closed to conceal the other emotions that spiraled in her mind. There was no stopping us at that point. She raked the backs of my legs with her heels and gripped my shoulders tightly, digging in with her fingernails as the head of my hard cock grazed the soft, swollen lips of her sex.
I lowered my weight onto her, feeling her hard nipples against my chest. I felt the warm, moist lips part as the head of my cock slid between them. The gasp that escaped her lips was one of anticipation and delight, tinged with a touch of guilt. I pressed on, slipping more of my throbbing member into her. She continued to inhale as I burrowed deeper and deeper inside of her. I held my breath until the last inch of me was deep within her.
She whimpered and bit her lower lip. I exhaled with a coarse growl and slowly pulled my cock back, nearly all the away out. I drove deep into her once more, eliciting a moan. Her hips rose to meet me. I pulled back and thrust in again, driving ever deeper into the warm folds of my new lover's tender treasure. Pulling back and driving in; deeper, harder, faster. We found our rhythm; moaning , panting, clamoring to become one. She undulated beneath me.
We kissed vociferously, consumed by our passion. Our pace increased, our desire heightened to a feverish pitch. The sounds of bodies, slapping together, my member slipping in and out of her filled my ears. The heady aroma of our sex, our sweat and our breath filled my nostrils and intoxicated me.
I was completely out of my mind with ecstasy. I had never been so overcome with a fervor. I kissed every inch of her face and sucked her earlobe. My lips grazed down her neck. Just as I began to kiss and nibble the tender flesh of that neck, her body tensed. The walls of her hot pussy contracted on my cock in spasms. She began to pant and grunt as wave after wave of orgasm seized her. She trembled and shook beneath me. That sent me over the edge.
I'd been fighting back the urge to cum. My lover's orgasm was more than I could bare. I erupted into that glorious pussy of hers; white hot streams of my cum. I plunged my cock as deep as possible into her as she continued to squeeze me, milk me of every last drop.
Once I was completely drained and totally exhausted, I rolled the two of us over, bringing her on top of me. After we'd caught our breath, we kissed again, tenderly, as we had done before. My cock softened and she slowly slipped off me. She lay beside me and rested her head on my shoulder. We nestled together, such a natural fit, as if we'd rested that way every night for years.
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Posted:Sep 26, 2009 4:07 pm
Last Updated:Oct 20, 2009 1:48 am
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"Fuck me!'
The words escaped her quivering lips softly as I stood up licking my lips and inhaling her sweet pussy juices. My chin was drenched with her orgasmic flood that I had just swallowed while quenching my lusty appetite for afternoon pussy.
Her tummy muscles were still twitching lightly as the last of her orgasm was fading. Her legs were drawn up and spread open, but I could tell that her strength was fading and her legs were about to fall forward which would conceal her pussy from my desire to fulfill her request.
I was stroking my swollen cock to full mast satisfied to just be firm enough to penetrate her depths and feel the warm, moist cunt walls massage the load of sperm cream up from my sack.
I reached out to her bent legs and hoisted her ass to the edge of the massage table. She assisted me by sliding towards me and then returned to rubbing her nipples with her manicured fingers while she turned her head back and forth. Her eyes were closed....or they seemed to be, but I could tell they were fluttering open in narrow slits. She drew her chin into her chest and begged me to invade her hole.
Her naked pussy had the smallest tuft of groomed "fur" just above her slit, but her soft lips and the petals of her "flower" were soaked with her juices and my spittle. Little droplets hung on her soft tender fleshy lips and her tunnel entrance fluttered ever so slightly. Her velvet flesh beckoned my swollen cock head. Her swollen clit was dark red and engorged from my little nips. I loved to bite down on a woman's clit meat while dancing the tip of my tongue against it. She writhed around trying to escape the sensitive pleasure on her button while I inserted my midfinger inside her entrance and searched for her secret "spot".
I massaged my dripping cock with that hand and when my fingers were slippery and glistening with precum I inserted them into her and gave the little swimmers a head start
My cock was turgid and clear fluids were leaking out. I nudged my way in between her spread thighs and marveled that the massage table was at the exact right height so that I could aim my cock into her and slide right in, in a smooth motion.
She squirmed as my swollen cock head pushed inside and plowed through her soft fleshy parts. I immediately felt her heat enveloping me. The sensations of my bare-back organ being swallowed and the incredible sensation of boiling swimmers in my bag brought back instantaneous memories of the fist time my cock had been buried in a pussy.
"Fuck me.....fuck me" she whispered.
I slowly fucked her....in and out. I loved the feeling of my balls squeezed up into her slippery warm, wet ass cheeks.
I held her ankles up high and wide and watched her body lying on her back as I flexed my back and humped my cock into her slowly and firmly.
I felt the bottoms of my feet burning just before my cum exploded. I dove inside her and jerked as my love cream exited and pooled just outside her womb.
Her insides squeezed me and milked all the goo from my fuck muscle. I relaxed and my cock shriveled quickly as it plopped out of her hole. I collapsed onto her and rested until I caught my breath. Our sweaty bodies were hot with spent passion and I felt her squeeze her thighs around my spent organ.
Slowly we untangled our spent bodies and I bent down and kissed her cream filled pussy.
The pungent smell of spent man cream was already turning her flowery pussy into a breeding chamber for any egg that attempted an escape. I stuck my tongue deep inside her, but she held my cream and wouldn't give up the least little drop. She put her hand between my face and her pussy and pried me off of her.
She swung her legs off the table and jumped in the shower while sealing her cunt hole with her hand. I lay down on the sex-drenched massage table and watched her wash the sweat and funk off her spent body. I stroked my spent cock and balls that were sticky with our love juices while I watched her soaping up her boobs and tummy. The steamy warm water cascaded over her shoulders and back and the soap suds ran into her ass crack and down her legs.
I think what to do next
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Posted:Sep 13, 2009 5:49 am
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They come all too rarely, these immaculate summer days, and this one's a criminal waste, like the weather's just doing it to taunt me, flexing its omnipotence. Two weeks earlier and I'd have been in the university park, the boys playing football while the girls lounged in strappy tops and floral dresses, and we'd tire and lie on the grass with them, drink cider and flirt, limber flesh blushing in the sunshine. I'd sidle up to Natasha, easy as you like; she'd put down her magazine and dance her fingers lightly across my chest, our noses touching as she sucked a bonbon, passing it into my mouth, and sooner or later we'd get up and say farewell to the guys, freshly freed from all examination, and I'd follow her tight denim shorts upstairs and fuck her till the evening.
But today I'm sitting on my bed, the sloped grey roofs of our corner of London spread before me, back living with my old man. Through the window a faint reggae beat drifts in and out as the lazy afternoon breeze switches. The room is stale, so I stand up and open the window wide, put my head out and feel the sun on me directly, burning my skin. An aeroplane buzzes overhead. Oh, to be on the beach now - but Dave's sticky fingers cost him his pub, so the job's gone, and the boys will go to Ibiza without me. 'You've been on holiday all year', Dad said, but the thing about having no money at uni is that nobody else has any either, so you improvise. In London you're just broke. The heat is overwhelming, so I go back to my bed, concede to lying this time, my eyes closing, and soon I am cradling Natasha, her warmth up against me. I pull the duvet over fully, trap it between my legs, Tash's long back pressed to my stomach, hardening between her thighs, her breasts in my hands as I strum her nipples, slide down her smooth downy skin, warm, tender, lower, drift into the folds of the soft, smothering cocoon.
There is a sound, at the edge of my consciousness, of a door or something distant opening, and it recalls me from the precipice of sleep. I pull down the covers, wonder if Dad's come home early for something, and drag my heavy carcass upright, blinking like a mole. A second slam, and outside across the rooftops I catch a movement. Two bare arms are emerging from a skylight, followed by a head of long brown hair tied back. I close my eyes, run my hand firmly down my face for a moment, then open and refocus. The woman is in a red bikini over bronzed skin. She lays a towel over the tiles, on the level bit above the slopes, and as she bends to spread its corners the contours of her thighs and ass stretch taut. Then she sits cross-legged, clasps her hands together, extends her arms straight above her head and leans forward, touching the ground, her whole back flat. She holds the position and I am transfixed, locked like her arms in the moment, until she releases her grasp and sits back up again. She pauses to fan her face with her hand, then takes her left leg and hoists it up straight, as high as she can get it, so her lean thighs are separated and the curve of her buttocks, flawlessly formed through the bikini, are displayed to the roofs and the chimneys and the holidaymakers zooming overhead. She tires, switches legs, but cannot hold this one for quite as long, so she fans herself uselessly again and lies back staring at the sky. I have begun to sweat.
Presently she rises, and after adjusting her bottoms flicks her hands upwards in dramatised frustration, what's the use?, then descends through the skylight. I get up, grab my crumpled teeshirt and jeans from off the floor, my dick twitching in my boxers like an wounded animal as I hit the stairs. In the kitchen I put the kettle on and pour myself a coffee, trying to shock my system into action. On the table Dad's left a to-do list, a fucking to-do list!, like I'm his fucking errand boy or something, instead of a nineteen-year-old perfectly capable of making his own decisions about how he spends his days, cheers. We're out of milk, and I can't take instant coffee black, so I tip the rest down the dirty plughole and jump into a cold shower until my hard-on subsides - Jesus, I need a woman - and I feel properly awake. In the mirror my hair is matted and I need a shave, but fuck it, why bother? I need to make some calls, got a list of job agencies pinned to the fridge, but it can wait. The longer you're out of work the less you see the point.
Upstairs - and she's back again! Just sunbathing this time, with a huge pair of shades that make her look like some kind of giant insect, her knees bent and splayed. She's brought a highball of dark red liquid, the colour of the bikini, and she leans over, the absolute minimum amount of effort required, to suck some through a straw. I sit back on my bed and think about reading or watching something on my laptop, but this is better entertainment by an easy distance. I'm not sure I can be seen, but I guess I can see her, and you know what, it's a free country, you lie there like that and I'm going to stare. I wonder how old she is; it's a little too far to see her face properly, but her body is seriously toned, fatless, like she's worked hard on it. I wonder if the tan's real, or perhaps she's a little Mediterranean herself. Her breasts are a nice size too, just right for the beach: filling out the top but not so big they flop over. She sips the drink again, it's on my side, and as the straw enters her mouth she hesitates, the bug-eyes pointed directly at me. My hands and throat get a little tight, waiting for her to lie back over, but she doesn't, and in that moment I know I've been busted. So she stands up, those gorgeous limbs in action, places one hand to her hip, lifts the shades to her crown, and stares right back.
I go over to the window and she just stands there in the same position. She must have untied her hair: it curls wide past her shoulders. I open my hands, well, here we are, and then gesture at the roof where she stands. She shrugs, turns around, and before I know what I'm doing I'm lifting my leg through the window. Just beneath my room our house there's a small ledge where the ground floor juts out, where my brother and I used to perch and share clandestine cigarettes while our folks rowed. I walk slowly, barefoot, across the ledge, hugging the wall, and there's a gap of a couple of feet to the next row of sloped roofs. In next door's garden their are playing, the little boy chasing the little girl around, squealing after her, and what if they see me? - it's bizarre, I'd feel like a bad example - but the woman is lying back down again like a siren, so I hop over and start to pick my way across the boiling tiles, adrenalin coursing through my body. The sky is ludicrously blue, and the clouds look like pillows, luxuriant pillows glutted with goose-feathers -
crack!
- the slate slips from beneath my feet and I fall onto the slope, grasping at the tiles as the slate crashes into the ground below, and I pull myself up and lie breathing rapidly on the flat. The stop shouting momentarily and the woman laughs through her nose, her shoulders rising and falling, her body parallel to mine. She is probably in her late twenties and very beautiful, oval-faced, so beautful my stomach tenses; her eyes are wide and long-lashed, but though her make-up is slight I wonder why it's there at all, if this is all she's doing. She doesn't need it. My knee and arm sting slightly, and I can feel myself sweating again. What do you say in this situation? What prepares you for this? I want to make a remark about 'enjoying the view', but that's so crappy, so I settle on
"Lovely day for it."
God that is awful. She laughs again and turns away, shielding her eyes from the sun.
"Lovely for what?"
"Oh, anything you like. Lying around, sunbathing, drinking."
"Exercise?"
Have I been busted again? Does she know I was watching before? She lowers her lips to the straw again and drains her drink. The final drop falls onto the towel, resting there like an incriminating blot of blood.
"What kind of exercise do you mean?"
"Oh, anything you like."
The reggae is louder from out here; there's park beyond our row of houses where sometimes they'll put up a rig, and set the sound undulating across the rooftops. Lovely day for it. The woman lifts herself onto all fours, stands, and - Jesus! - begins to dance on the towel, slowly rotating round - she moves like a salsera too, from the hips, and just above the bikini bottoms she has a small brown mole which draws me in, hypnotised. I never understood what a beauty spot meant before. The bikini clings to her supreme buttocks, makes her ass look like ripe fruit. She turns back round again. My tongue must be on the floor.
"Do you want to da-"
She loses her balance for a split-second as a fresh gust of wind blows over us, collects herself with another little laugh, but this time it's an aside-laugh directed at herself. She picks up the empty glass.
"Can I get you a drink? Come on, come down."
The bedroom is done in white and light woods: by the stepladder there's an elegant dressing table, a wardrobe, and above the bed there's a painting in vivid blues and greens of a lakeside park, a man and woman in expensive old clothes laughing gaily with a picnic spread before them. The room is pristine, really tasteful and lit well by the sun. I think of our house of men; artless, messy, cluttered. As the sound of glass and ice-cubes comes from the kitchen I look in the mirror and worry again about my hair, my scrappy three-day beard, my unironed shirt. I feel clumsy just moving around the room. She comes back in with the drinks, motions for us to sit on the bed, and we clink glasses. The shades are gone, and her hair cascades over her shoulders.
"Jesus, this is strong."
"What's the problem? Something you've got to hold yourself together for?"
There's something masochistic about Bloody Marys: the vodka, the pepper, the Tabasco strike you all at once, take it like a man!, get back on your feet. The woman is sitting cross-legged and it's all I can do to keep my eyes on her face. Her stomach is absolutely flat, like an athlete's, and her nipples faintly indent the bikini. We sit and drink in silence. Fine particles of dust swim in the shaft of sunlight streaming onto the bed.
"Did you hurt yourself chasing after me."
I lift my elbow where a bruise is forming.
"No, it's nothing at all. To be honest my mind is, kind of, elsewhere."
"Are you sure there's nothing I can get you? Perhaps I can, I know-", and she takes an ice-cube from her glass, red drops running down her fingers, and holds it to my skin. She moves it gently up and down the bruise, the light playing through its prism, until it melts almost to nothingness, then disappears onto the bed. A trace of Bloody Mary lingers - and she moves her mouth across and licks my elbow clean. I gasp, bring my shaking hand round her neck and untie the top, so it falls, her breasts are bared, and at the sudden shock of the nudity I feel a rush through me, electric, down to the tips of my toes. The breasts are well-rounded and just a touch heavier than I imagined, globe-like, her areoles wide and dark, nipple sprung between my thumb and forefinger. She tosses her hair and smiles slightly, girlishly, the first scent of shyness, then lifts my arms and pulls my shirt over my head. As our lips meet I taste Bloody Mary again, and I run my hands breathlessly down her back, slip them under the bikini and cup her buttocks. I am hardening as she holds herself tightly to me; her size makes her seem vulnerable, her fingernails biting into my ribcage. Then she releases, pushes me away, and points to my jeans.
While I stand and unbutton my fly she takes her drink and pours it down her throat, shudders and exhales, then wipes her hand across her mouth. She is staring at my crotch in naked hunger; I step out of my jeans and my dick is fully engorged now, straining against the thin skin of my boxers, just crying to be unleashed. But first, a taste. I reach down, slip my thumbs into the ties of her bikini - for a delicious instant it sticks to her lips - then I slide it down her legs and bury my face in her cunt.
That sweet, heady wetness fills my mouth, my nostrils, and the blood rushes to my head, overcomes me as she groans and lolls, her thighs crushing my cheeks. I bury my tongue as far as it will go, up and down, her juice humming into me, and she spasms, convulses before grabbing my hair and forcing my head up, the moisture dripping warm around my lips and cheeks, her eyes wide and wild with her curls billowed around her on the duvet. Her pussy is completely shaven, really shockingly bald, and as I kiss her stomach - she smells of oil, lemon-tanged, oh heaven - and move slowly upwards I realise her whole body is hairless, almost surgically depilated, and I think why?, why are your legs shaven, why is your pussy so cleanly shaven there is not even a hint of stubble?, where is the need my dear? Those soft folds though, just to be able to- we kiss again, my arms cradling her back, her breasts pressed to me, my cock so hard it could cut glass.
She takes my hands in hers and moves them down my sides, bit by bit, until we reach my hips. I raise myself onto my knees and pull my boxers down, my dick springing tall and scarlet-headed, and we gasp together as I slip inside her. The sensation of her around me is almost unbearably pleasurable, the nerve-endings on my dick overdriven as I slide all the way to the hilt, her pussy walls tight and tender. I hold it there, can feel her gasping for air beneath my weight, then begin to slowly move in and out, increasing in tempo, and she groans faintly, distantly, her jaw slack, eyes rolled back with head tilted toward the ceiling. I drive in faster still, my hands underneath her shoulders as she wraps her legs around mine, forcing me into her, quick and more urgent - I am getting closer now, feeling my orgasm welling up in me - and she begins to moan, crescendoing and ululating with the rhythm of my thrusts, like the waves of an alarm as her body rocks back and forth, I and I feel myself about to let go - so I pause for a moment, hold her fast, my dick just nestling the entrance, until she moans and tries to force it into her, but I hold it still, her legs relax and then I push it all the way in suddenly, oh bliss, and she calls out again. I am thrusting violently now, in and out, and I swing my hand around and -
crack!
- something falls from the bedside table. A picture-frame, gold-rimmed, lies face-down on the floor. I open my mouth to apologise, to offer to retrieve it but she brings her finger to my lips, grabs my ass with the other hand and forces me deep into her again, and all is forgotten as I drive further and further, harder and harder like an unstoppable train, and she slips her hand between our stomachs to finish herself and she is screaming in pleasure, calling "oh God!, oh God!" as she reaches the edge, and the walls of her pussy tighten and contract as my knees buckle, and I can feel it rushing deep within me as she convulses and I come now, firing into her now, crying now in ecstasy, now, the sound floating up, out and away through the skylight into the afternoon air.
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Morning
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Posted:Sep 13, 2009 5:36 am
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It was about eight in the morning. I snuggled into her back -- like two spoons in a drawer. Gradually I slid my hand down the silken material of her pyjama bottoms to stroke the material into the cleft of her buttocks. She responded by moving her hips towards me, drawing her knees up to part her buttocks more.
I stroked down her thighs which gradually parted to allow me to draw my hand up between her legs to stoke her love nest through her pyjamas, now warm with her moistness.
I drew my hand back to gently rub and tease her anus before sliding my hand to the top of her pyjama trousers to draw them down over her hips.
I was now able to push my fingers into her warm, silky, buttocks and slide my middle finger into her anus which was by now lubricated with the juices seeping from her vagina. She raised her knees even further up allowing me to penetrate her to the full length of my finger. She moaned softly as I withdrew it slowly before stroking between her legs to her warm, wet, pussy.
My finger felt no resistance as it slid into her waiting orifice as she ground her bum against me.
Gradually she turned onto her back such that I had to slide my hand from behind her, over her hips and down her stomach to her thick pubic curls.
I allowed my hand to linger there, enjoying the feel of her crisp curls between my fingers, finding those few, extra long hairs just above the start of her cleft. I indulged in one of my pleasures of entwining the curls in my fingers before gradually drawing the hairs up until she has to lift her hips from the bed to avoid the pulling becoming too sore. Slowly I release the hairs and she relaxes onto the bed.
My hand now slides between her thighs, gently prising open the wet cleft protecting her already erect clitoris. I tease her clit with my finger before sliding my hand further down to penetrate her waiting vagina with not one but two fingers to their full length. Now she begins to moan and writhe with every flick of my fingers in her.
Prolonging her sensations I withdraw my fingers to stroke her now swollen labia and the sensitive area between her open vagina and her anus. Again I thrust a finger in -- meeting no resistance. Her anus is open waiting for me to penetrate.
By now she wants more. I slid from the side of the bed to my knees, drawing her with me by her hips. I can now place my head easily between her wide-parted thighs. She waits -- poised for me to lightly brush my lips over her vaginal lips before flicking my tongue upwards over the underside of her uncovered, erect clit. She lifts her hips up, thrusting her wet pussy to my mouth. I lick harder before drawing her clit between my lips to gently nibble on it. Her quiet sighs of pleasure become louder, turning into moans and groans.
By now her love juices cover my mouth, moistening my chin.
I raise my head to look up her naked body -- her pyjama trousers have long since slid off her legs. Her thick bush is before my eyes as I look over her stomach to see her kneading both her breasts with her hands, her nipples fully erect and hard, the size of small thimbles. Her head is slowly moving from side to side, her mouth partially open and her skin glowing from pleasure.
I reach over her to the bedside cabinet to get her Rabbit vibrator.
"No - I don't know if I can take any more." Are the first words she moans since we started.
"We'll see." I reply, as I slow slide the phallic shaped centre of the double-eared toy into her well-lubricated pussy. One set of ears fits perfectly onto her clitoris -- the other set nuzzle at her anus.
I slide the battery control on for the gyrating cock in her vagina and increase the tempo -- she begins to writhe. I then slide on the control for the ears, their vibrations must send waves of pleasure through her as she writhes even more -- raising herself upwards onto to the Rabbit which penetrates her deeper. I move it forwards and backwards -- side to side, she is now almost screaming with ecstasy.
I slowly withdraw the vibrator and mount her sliding my erect penis into her hot gaping pussy -- but not for long -- she needs to be taken further with the Rabbit.
I resume my cunnilingus of her love nest before re-inserting the Rabbit continuing to thrust it in her until she cannot take any more. Then I mount her again for my own satisfaction.
In some ways this is an anticlimax to the sight of the Rabbit in her and the taste of her love juices in my mouth and the sounds of her coming to orgasm.
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Happy Wedding
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Posted:Sep 13, 2009 5:28 am
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As I pulled into Suzanne's driveway. Suzanne began to walk down her stairs towards the car. Her dress was Sky Blue, strapless as if she took a ream of fabric and just wrapped it around her figure. Her blond hair was in a French Twist and she wore a pearl necklace that seemed taut enough to stay around her neck without choking her. She wore flesh colored lip stick and a slight rosy hue of blush on her cheeks. If I didn't gain an instant erection at that point, I swore I would have been homosexual.
She slid into her seat and looked over at me with approval before she asked the obvious question. As we headed towards the wedding venue. The wedding ceremony was going to be held at a cabana near a small picnic shelter where the reception was to be held. As we neared the parking area, Suzanne made a sly remark at the amount of woods around the shelter. This sounded a little kinky for Suzanne before I turned towards her and saw the sly smile on her face. We both began laughing at the thought as we parked and found our seats.
The ceremony itself took around ten minutes before all fifty guests headed towards the picnic shelter for the reception. The groom was considerate enough to have not only sodas there, but also a few containers of alcoholic beverages. It wasn't long until the groom and bride finished their pictures and headed over to visit with everyone. The groom walked over and noticed that my date was Suzanne. He talked with me for a few moments before the new bride came over and led him away from me.
Suzanne soon found me with a cup of Sangria in her hand. As she held the cup up to her lips, I watched in surprise as she simply shot the whole cup down before she asked me to refill it for her. I walked over to the area where the drinks were and refilled before I found her again and offered her back her cup. This time, she took a sip before she began telling me how beautiful the bride was and how handsome the groom was.
"I swear if he didn't marry her, I would have sacked him," she said before taking another drink. I was caught by surprise by her remark before she turned towards me.
"Wanna go for a walk in the woods?" she asked me before she finished off her drink again. I looked at her stunned before I answered.
"Are you sure you can walk in those heels of yours?" I replied hoping my sarcasm would defuse the situation. It didn't help as she leaned near me and began to whisper.
"Who said we would be walking far?" She began to walk away from me before I followed behind her. We started walking behind the shelter into the woods where a small make shift trail was in the brush. She knelt down to remove her shoes. As she knelt down, I thought I saw the top of her dress open a little and I caught a glimpse of her right areola. She bent back up before she turned towards me. I followed her a little deeper into the woods until I caught her sitting on a log. She patted the log beside her and I sat like an obedient puppy.
A quick interruption for a little about my time before this moment is in order.
Her lips pressed against my cheek before I turned to her and felt them press against mine before her lips parted and slipped between mine. The kiss was hot, and as she moved herself to sit on top of my lap, I felt her kiss deepening. My mind was torn between pushing her off and just going with the moment. As my hands found their way behind her, she broke the kiss and began to unbutton the dress shirt.
I felt her stand up until the dress fell to the ground and her naked body was on display.
"What if we get caught?" I asked before Suzanne shushed me and bent down on her knees. Her hand found my belt and undid it before she unfastened my pants and exposed my cock. Soon, I felt her mouth engulf me before I looked up towards the forest canopy in reverence. Her mouth was vacuum sealed on me as I felt my dick harden for the first time in a long time. I almost felt myself exploding in her mouth before she removed it.
"I need a good fuck, you up for it?" she asked before she straddled me again and slid me quickly inside her snug pussy. It was an erotic scene. Suzanne's pussy was shavenand it felt tight along my member. My hands went immediately to her breasts as I allowed my thumbs to rub all over her nipples. I almost moaned myself as she inhaled my cock through her pussy. It was a slow motion moment for sure as I thought it only took a few moments for my cock to explode inside of her. I felt her spasm a little before her eyes looked down on me and smile.
"Our secret..." she whispered before she stood and pulled her dress back over her tits. She reached down and started trying to fix my pants before I felt her mouth on my penis again. This time, she looked up at me and smiled before whispering about "cleaning up the mess." My cock was then tucked inside my pants before she helped me get up from the log and we snuck back in the shelter in time to see the groom and bride have the first dance.
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Good Morning
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Posted:Aug 30, 2009 3:32 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:42 pm
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She was asleep in bed lying next to him. He watched her take a breath, her chest rising a little. She snored ever so lightly with the intake of breath. He enjoyed watching her when she slept. She reminded him of an angel with her brown hair, smooth skin and gorgeous body. She was just wearing a tee shirt and panties with the sheet pulled up to her waist. She had an arm resting across her chest and the other by her side. He ran his fingers along the leg that she had draped over his. He loved the way her skin felt beneath his fingers. Her skin was smooth and silky soft. His fingers roamed up and down her leg. He could smell the perfume that she had worn the previous night as it still lingered on her. She had worn it because she knew how it affected him and she had wanted to tease him last night. It made him nearly lose control when he was around her. She liked that she could drive him wild with just the way she smelled. She would dress up just the way he liked to really get him going before they would go out.
He continued to rub her leg as he thought about last night. They had gone to dinner at a nice restaurant and had taken a walk along the lake trail before heading back to his place. They loved spending time together whenever they could. They were both so busy during the day that any moment they could spend together was cherished.
He watched as she stirred a little as he continued to rub up and down her leg. He was starting to get daring with how far he would move his fingers up her leg. Mid thigh, a little higher, a little higher. His heart started to race. He loved the way her skin felt beneath his fingers. He touched the edge of her panties. They weren't tight fitting along the edges, but were ragged that allowed the leg to move freely. He moved his hand back down her leg toward her knee before moving his hand back to her panties. He held his breath as he moved a finger under the edge of the material.
He felt the slight plumpness of one of her lips. He didn't move his hand away, but decided to move his finger up along the length of her lip. It was just as smooth as her leg. He knew that she left a little hair at the top, just so she didn't feel so little girly, but he didn't feel it. He moved his finger down letting his hand press move fully against her skin. Slowly he moved his finger a little further in until he felt her slit. She was wet. He didn't know if this was from his touching her or if she had had a very nice dream. I slipped his finger in just enough to get the tip wet with her juices and put it to his mouth to taste her.
He loved the way she tasted. He could feel himself getting aroused. It was the little things that would get him sometimes. Touching her, tasting her, taking his time. He moved his hand back down to her leg and took his time running it back up under her panties and to her pussy. As he ran his finger up her slit again he noticed that her lips had parted a little and her clit was exposed to his finger. He lightly touched it. He ran his finger down her slit getting it wet with her juices and moved it back up to her clit. Slowly he moved it up and down over her clit.
She took a deep breath, he stopped, but she didn't wake. He got his finger wet again and continued moving it up and down and back and forth over her clit. Carefully he moved his hand from under her panties to her leg and lifted it off of his. Slowly he repositioned himself on the bed. He moved the covers down her body so they only covered part of her legs. He slid down the bed to where he could get at her pussy. He looked at her as he kissed her inner thigh. Another deep breath but she still didn't wake. He kissed her pussy through her panties. He could feel her lips on his through the material, and he felt himself get harder. He pressed his tongue to where he knew her clit to be, and was satisfied with the feel of the nub beneath his tongue.
Slowly he moved the material to the side so he could have access to her directly. Her lips were glistening, wet with excitement. He licked her lips, tasting her juices on his tongue. He knew that she was going to wake up and find him licking her pussy excited him to no end. He spread her lips a little with his fingers and slowly licked up her slit over her clit. He did it again, taking his time, pressing his tongue into her.
That lick did it. She was awake now. She moved her hands down to her crotch and felt his head between her legs. She moaned and smiled and told him to please continue doing what he was doing. She left one of her hands on his head encouraging him, and with the other she moved up to her breast and squeezed her nipple. It would take a moment for her to get it hard enough to play with properly but it was always worth it.
He continued to lick at her pussy moving his tongue up and down over her clit. He would press harder against it and then take a long lick. He sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, moving it back and forth. She was really getting wet now; he could feel his chin getting wet with her juices. He licked and sucked at her, wanting to pleasure her. He could feel her hand on the back of his head encouraging him, letting him know what she liked.
She continued to play with her chest, pulling at her nipple and squeezing it. It was getting sensitive with all of this touching and pulling and squeezing. It also intensified the feelings she was having as his tongue continued to move all over her pussy. She was really enjoying what he was doing, and had started to move her hips against his mouth. Her excitement had increased dramatically and she wanted to cum. She wasn't sure if he would be able to get her there, but was willing to give him the chance.
He felt her hips start to move against his mouth. He must be doing something right if she was getting this excited. He sucked her clit into his mouth again and flicked his tongue over it again and again. As he let it out of his mouth he would flick it back and forth. With the way he was sucking on her clit it was getting bigger and more sensitive. He continued to flick his tongue over it, always moving his tongue. He decided to slip a finger into her pussy. It was so slick that it took no effort. He slipped another finger with the first and started to move it in and out of her.
She felt him slip his fingers into her and moaned. It felt so good, his fingers, his tongue and her pulling at her nipple. That was the combination that she needed. She could feel her orgasm building deep with in her. She continued to move her hips against his mouth.
Her body started to tense up and he knew that she was about to have an orgasm. He closed his eyes and continued to lick and suck at her clit while moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. She continued to tense up, her hips stopped moving, and her eyes closed tightly. She arched her back slightly and let out a deep moan as she orgasmed. Her body trembled for a moment as the rush of the climax washed through her. He could feel the increase in wetness of her pussy and knew that the sheets on the bed were getting wet. He felt both of her hands on the side of his face pulling him up towards her.
She whispered her thanks to him as she kissed him. She could taste herself on his lips, but didn't mind. She felt his hard cock between her legs pressing against her. She knew that he got excited when he was pleasuring her. She reached down and stroked it up and down. She felt the head and wiped the precum around the tip and down the shaft. She continued to kiss him as she ran her hands up and down his shaft, keeping him hard. It was her turn to take control.
She moved from under him and had him lay on his back. She took off her t-shirt and slid her panties down her legs and off onto the floor next to the bed. She looked at him as she ran her hand down between her legs over her very wet pussy. She reached in, getting her fingers wet and ran them over his shaft. She straddled him, and moved over his hard cock. She watched his face as she lifted his cock and placed it at her pussy. She lowered herself onto him. He felt so good inside her. She smiled as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Her pussy felt soo good as it slid over his cock. She was very wet and tight. He could feel his cock throbbing inside of her. She started to move up and down over his shaft, slowly at first. He rested his hands on her hips, letting her control the speed and tempo. This was now her show and he let her have her way him.
She had her hands on his chest as she moved up and down over his cock. His cock was shaped just right that it hit her g-spot perfectly as she moved up and down on him. She could feel another orgasm building within her. She leaned back, putting her hands on his legs and continued to move up and down over him. This leaning was putting more pressure on her g-spot as she moved up and down that she let out a moan of pleasure. She wanted him to cum to her, but if she could have another orgasm all the better for her.
She started to move up and down faster over him. He felt so good inside of her, that she was constantly moaning. She was trying not to be too loud, but it was hard to just not let it out. The orgasm was very close now. She leaned back more, putting even more pressure on her g-spot from his cock. It felt sooo good. She wanted to cum! There it was, the feeling of pure pleasure washing over her again, only different. The clit cum and the inner cum were different and felt different but were both very pleasurable. She had to slow a little as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
He continued to hold her hips as she climaxed. He could feel her juices running down his cock and onto the bed. He let her finish before rolling her off of him. He tried to keep his cock inside of her but it slipped out. It didn't matter, he would be back in her soon enough. He rolled her onto her back and moved between her legs. He pinned her arms over her head with one hand. With the other he held himself up over her looking down on her body. She was sweating a little with the exertion of the morning's activities. He could see his cock between her legs at her opening.
She liked it when he took control like this, and made her enjoy their sex. She felt his cock at the opening of her pussy. He was moving the head of his cock along her lips and then it was in her, deep and penetrating. She felt it slide back out and run up and down the length of her pussy, up over her clit and then back inside of her. She moaned with excitement at not being able to touch him and yet enjoying all of the touching that he was able to do to her.
He started to thrust his cock in and out of her. She moved her hips with him, making his cock go as deep as it could. She moaned louder as he thrust hard against her. He cock felt so good inside of her. She struggled against his one hand, trying to free herself. She wanted to touch him, to run her hands over his strong chest. She wanted to hold him and touch as much of him as she could. She couldn't free her hands though, his grip was too strong.
He held her tightly and watched her chest heave up and down with each breath that she took. She was struggling to get her hands free, but he wouldn't let them go, not yet. He continued to thrust his cock in her enjoying the feeling of her tight wet pussy around his cock. He quickened his pace. He could feel himself getting closer. He let her hands go.
She reached up and pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard on the lips. She lightly bit his lower lip as she started to run her hands over his body. She touched everything that she could reach. She was so turned on, her body tingled with excitement. She could feel his cock getting larger in her and knew that he must be getting close. She moved her hands to his ass and pulled him into her. She pulled him faster and harder. She wanted to cum with him.
She continued to kiss him and suck on his lip. She could feel her orgasm building with in her. His cock was hitting the right spots this morning and it felt so very good. She moaned and pulled him hard into her. His cock felt huge within her. He was about to burst. She watched his eyes close and felt his body tense. There it was, she felt the burst of cum shoot from his cock within her. That was all that she needed. She climaxed right along with him. Her body tensing up she started to twitch as the orgasm rolled through her body.
He stayed on top of her for a while and enjoyed kissing this beautiful woman. His erection receding he felt his cock slip out of her. He reached over to the night stand and found a towel that he used to clean her up. He lay next to her, running his fingers along her naked chest. They both thought that morning sex was the best...
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The shower not as good as last story
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Posted:Aug 19, 2009 5:04 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2009 4:36 am
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The Shower
I live in an apartment near the top of a typical apartment building. It's nothing special, but it has a wonderful view from the balcony and enough space for me, since I live on my own. .
I've spoken briefly to most of my neighbours, who are a mix of people, with all ages from the elderly couple down the hall to the noisy sisters across the hall who always seem to be partying until I'm leaving for work the next day.
My next-door neighbour is someone whom I can't manage to ignore though, despite the fact we have never spoken and I don't even know her name. She's about 5'6", with beautiful red hair down to her shoulders. When I see her, she is usually wearing a business suit and is clearly a woman who takes her profession seriously, although she is probably only about 22 or 23, so maybe she is an intern or a trainee. I'm medical so find that I don't have much time to socialise, but know that if I could only pluck up the courage to talk to her, she may even let me take her out on a date and who knows what else...
Her figure is typical of my fantasy type of women. She is slim, but has a slightly larger than average chest, although she wears fairly conservative clothing, She's caught me checking her out once or twice, which always embarrasses me, but at least she smiled in a friendly way, rather than looking down at me or smirking in an arrogant way. She's probably one of those beautiful women who doesn't realise the effect she has on men.
Our apartments share a wall and it's clear from the sounds coming through the wall that her living room is adjacent to my bathroom, where I take my morning shower. One of my favourite fantasies is to imagine, when I'm in my shower, that she somehow steps through the wall to join me. I've lost count the number of amazing, albeit self-administered, orgasms I've had masturbating and thinking about her and what it would be like to shower with her.
Lately, I've even taken to leaving my door unlocked to my apartment, hoping that she'll come round, which is absolutely ridiculous when you think about it, but led to the most enjoyable experience of my life.
It was a typical morning. My alarm went off at 7am and I immediately padded through to the bathroom, still half asleep, to turn the shower on. As soon as it was hot, I stepped in and started to wet myself all over.
I had only been in the shower about two minutes when I thought I heard my front door. I immediately dismissed this from my mind and reached for the soap. Then the next thing I know, somebody has stepped behind me and covered my eyes with their hands. I jumped at the sudden move and almost froze in panic, before I felt what is clearly a naked female body press herself against my back, which makes me relax. Unbelievably I do nothing except to stand there and let this woman kiss my shoulders and my back, which sends tingles down my spine and into my cock, which starts to harden instantly.
I feel her hands move down my front, all the way down my chest and onto my stomach, then heading lower. Her hands are quite small and soft and feel amazing. Next she gently grasped my cock with her hands, pulling the foreskin back and stroking backwards and forwards slowly. The sensations are mind-blowing and I almost climax immediately, but I relax and hold back, determined to enjoy this.
She reaches for the soap to lather her hands, then rests her head against my back and continues to stroke my cock. I place my hands on hers, guiding her pace and rhythm and moan my appreciation, revelling in the wonderful feelings spreading through my cock and outwards to my whole body.
Next, I put my hands on hers again and turn round to look at her for the first time. A huge smile breaks out across my face when I fully realise that this is the beautiful girl from next door, my ultimate fantasy. I try to think of something to say, hoping that she might speak first, but then just think "fuck it" and lean down to kiss her, pulling her closely to me and wrapping her in my arms as I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue into her mouth and circling her tongue. She is an amazing kisser and my horniness rises another level.
I step back so I can fondle her amazing breasts, which are round and with almost no sag to them, despite their perfect size. I lean down to suck a nipple into my mouth, gently biting it and flicking it with my tongue. As I continue to suck her nipples, I move one hand down to her pussy. Wanting to make sure I don't move too fast and to heighten the situation, I gently rub my hand over her pussy mound slowly, teasing her a little. Then I part the lips of her pussy and slip one finger in, before slipping it out again to play with her clit. While doing this, I look deeply in her eyes, looking for a signal that I can move on and fuck her, which I'm dying to do. As she looks back at me, there is no question that it's what she wants too.
I kiss her again and move my hands to her shoulders, squeezing tightly, then pull her towards me with one arm, pressing us together. For a moment, I wonder about turning her round and taking her from behind, but that isn't how I've fantasised about doing it in the past, so instead, I move her hands onto my shoulders and move my arms behind her, around her legs. She immediately realises what I'm planning and holds tighter, so I can lift her up. She then wraps her arms legs around my waist and I move her back against the wall.
After a pause to make sure I won't drop her, I take one arm and guide my cock into her pussy. Slowly, little by little, I enter her wet pussy, now with both my arms supporting her again. The sensation of her pussy is amazing: soft and wet, yet tight and gripping at the same time, like a warm wet vice around my cock. Gravity asssist me as I enter her deeply, until my pubic bone is pressed against her clitoris.
I immediately start to thrust in and out of her. God, but her pussy is so hot and tight. Her head is on my shoulder and mine is just next to hers. I can feel her long hair against my chest. I can't believe this is my fantasy woman that I'm fucking and how dirty it is to be fucking her, never having spoken to her in my life. I still don't even know her name!
I lose myself to the wonderful feelings created by our bodies. I can't see her, but can hear her little moans and feel her hands gripping my shoulders as mine cup her bum to support us. It's incredible, because we're lost in the motion of our fucking, with the only clear sensations being that of her wonderful clenching pussy on my cock as I fuck her hard and deep. She starts to moan, indicating that she is getting close to her orgasm. I'm desperately trying to hold mine back, moaning and panting both with the physical effort of supporting her and the wonderful sensations of my oncoming orgasm.
Just then, she starts to moan and utters a long cry of "Oh God...ooohhhhhhh...", which sets me off. Her pussy tightening in her orgasm triggers my orgasm and I thrust into her one more time, right to the base of my cock, pushing her against the wall. I groan as my cum sprays out of the tip of my cock, mixing with the juices produced by her own orgasm. Wave after wave of orgasm crashes over me as I continue to spurt more than I can ever remember, climaxing harder than ever before.
We stay like that for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, with her back against the wall, panting more slowly, trying to regain our breathing. She hugs me softly and kisses me tenderly, in more of a loving, affectionate way than the raw sexual need of before. She winks at me and steps out of the door, retrieving the robe which she had obviously discarded earlier and grinning quickly at me, before leaving the bathroom and my apartment and returning to her life. I look at the bathroom clock and realise that it's only been about 20 minutes, although it feels like a lifetime. I reach for the soap to clean myself, realising that I have to leave for work in 15 minutes.
Most strangely of all, I still don't know her name, nor have we spoken a word to one another.
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Shower
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Posted:Aug 19, 2009 4:33 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:42 pm
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She was in the shower when I got there. I stripped and quietly entered the bathroom. She had not heard me come in. I watched her through the warm steam. Her body was full, firm, beautiful, inviting. Not at all that of the young, fresh things cavorting the malls. To me, it was sexier. It seemed like an odd adjective, but what i was looking at transformed in my head to the word "reliable". I watched as she began to rinse off, then sneaked in to the shower behind her and gently kissed the back of her neck at the hairline. I slid my arms around her and moved my hands up and cupped her breasts.
I sucked her earlobe in and out of my lips and whispered, "Hi honey.". She laughed and reached behind her, pulling me against the warm, wet globes of her ass.
"What are you doing home?" she asked.
I slid my body around her.
My cock was hardening already. The warm water cascaded over us. I pulled her to ne, her breasts compressing against my chest, my erection vertical against her pelvis. I kissed her fully and deeply, she giggled and kissed me back.
"You're beautiful", I said and began to kiss down her body.
She stood still under the warm rain of the shower. I kissed down her neck, across her shoulders, lower, the top ofher cleavage, across the top of both breasts, lower. She allowed me to adore her. When I sucked the wet brown nipple into my mouth, I felt her tense, heard a soft gasp of pleasure. my tongue teased the bud to erection. I kissed it's fullness and attended to its twin. My cock pulsed against her, filling with blood, wanting her, I kissed downward. Beneath her breasts, moving slowly toward her navel and beyond. She arched and I felt her hands atop my head pushing gently but firmly down. When I reached my knees, she leaned against the shower wall offering her wet, beautiful clean shaven sex. Her hands stayed on my head. I kissed her pubic bone,then planted another just below. My tongue flicked out and found her clitoris. Pushed on it, circled it, teased it to hard excitement. She opened her legs for me. I could hear her breath shortening, feel her pushing back at my lathing, swirling tongue. Her vaginal lips opened inviting my oral invasion. I massaged her pussy with my tongue. I could taste her now, smell her need increasing. I probed her opening, tongue fucking her, then slid upward and sucked at her clit. Her grip on my head tightened and she pulled me upward. Once I was again vertical she kissed me, tasting herself on my tongue.
She whispered, "Fuck me", and reached down, took my rigid shaft and placed it at the lubricated entrance to her womanhood. I arched back and then slowly pushed into her, feeling her grip me, draw me into her. I could feel her pulsatng, wanting. The water took us somewhere else. A wooded place, a waterfall. Two bodies, naked, beautiful and free. We made love. For all the passion and desire, we did not "fuck" as she had asked. We made love. My strokes were slow and deep. I held her to me tight and felt her with my entire being. She met my motions. each thrust, each withdrawal was intense and synchronised. There were moments that I don't think either of us was breathing. We gasped in each other's mouths, never losing rhythm, completely "in the moment". It seemed a shame to speak, but, I did tell her when I was about to cum. she raised a leg high on my thigh and yanked me against her. I arched, buried in her, as deep, I think, as I had ever been. The hot white rope of sperm shot into her and I felt her spasm, heard her groan. I knew she too was cumming. I held her tight as she held me. When the spasms subsided, we sat, water cascading still. I looked at her, beautiful, next to me, leaned in and kissed her. We said, "I love you" at the same moment. We held hands and just sat.... complete.
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Library
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Posted:Aug 19, 2009 3:48 am
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She sat quietly behind the circulation desk, gently tapping her terminal screen with a pencil. She seemed almost the stereotype, with wire-frame glasses, fair skin and red hair cut in a pageboy. Her blouse was gray, with puffed out sleeves and collar so high that you cold see almost none of her neck. Her long, plaid skirt was woolen, though it hugged her hips in a most sensual way. Her jewelry was plain, only a single gold band worn on her left hand. So engrossed was she with her work, that she barely noticed my approach, not even looking up until I stood almost above her.
As she looked up her blouse parted, and for an instant I caught a glimpse of her breasts, full and tightly confined within her overly tight, green lace bra.
Such an incongruous picture, the high-collared librarian wearing a push-up bra. Normally a woman who wears such an item wants to be seen, with low necklines and skin-tight blouses. But not this woman. She dressed as if she feared her passion, or needed to keep it tightly leashed. Or perhaps a secret reserved for her husband.
"I was looking for the diaries of Anais Nin," I asked. "The computer says they're in stock."
She smiled and, and innocently flapped her eyes in feigned innocence. "We do have that item, sir, but keep it behind the counter. There are so many who think such things do not belong in a library. And there are the teenage boys."
I smiled and nodded. Reverend Phelps's decency crusade strikes again. Phelps opposed anything that mentioned sex in any form, much less in the more exploratory passions of Anais with Henry and June Miller. Nor had I forgotten my teenage years. Such a book would have been shown to my friends, and quickly become dog-eared as we thumbed between 'good parts'.
Of course I had not lost my interest in the 'good parts'. But as a man I had learned the virtue of sexual tension, that a furtive glance, a finger tracing the length of ones spine, or parted skirt could do to fire the mind. And while this woman kept her voice low and eyes down turned when she handed me the volume, her fingers lingered upon it, and slid across mine as she placed it in my grasp.
I thanked her and headed back to my desk, located deep in the third floor stacks. There I began to read, and take notes, comparing the life of Anais Nin to those of her characters. What a shocking libertine she must have seemed in her day, so free when women were not permitted the pleasure of touch. And as I read, I grew hard, my penis swelling with desire.
Lost in my notes, I almost missed the sound of someone in the stacks. It was my librarian, quietly putting books away. And yet I caught her stealing glances in my direction, casting me a Cheshire smile. I am not a beautiful man, but work has hardened my body, thickened my arms with muscle. So when I knew she was looking I stood, so she could clearly see the bulge inside my jeans.
Her eyes widened and she smiled shyly before turning back to her books. I watched her long fingers wrap around each volume, and carefully place it back in the stacks. And soon she looked again, head held submissively low, but her eyes locked in upon mine. She did not move when I stood and walked over to take her hand.
"Come," I whispered and she followed, eyes delightfully downcast. I knew of a restroom in the back, small and well hidden. So I took her to that room. Her chest was heaving as the lock clicked shut behind us.
"I shouldn't," she whispered, but her voice was laughing and her fingers traced my hip. I took her hair in my hands, and pulled her head back, covering her mouth with mine. Her lips were soft and wet and she opened them in invitation. I traced the outline of her lips with my tongue before pushing it deep inside. My thigh slid between hers and she clamped her legs about it in hunger. Her breasts were milky white, and seemed to swell beneath her bra. Pressed by time, I did not dawdle. Each button seemed to take forever until her blouse fell away, and she opened her bra for me.
Her nipples were pale, and stiff, but they quickly darkened between my finger and thumb. She moaned softly as I pinched them, her mouth sucking hard upon my tongue. I could feel the closeted animal insider her breaking free, as slowly she humped my thigh. Her fingers squeezed my bottom as she thrust herself against me.
I was hard, my penis flooded with blood, trembling and tense, rubbing against her belly, I broke our kiss and slid down to take her left nipple into my mouth, and bit down, pinning it for my tongue. I heard he cry softly, clamping her mouth shut to stifle the noise. But she reached down to help me when I went for the clasp of her skirt, which fell with a shimmy upon the floor beneath her. Her bare sex was easily visible beneath her sheer green panties. The fabric seemed to pull her lips apart, pink and glistening. My fingers slipped beneath the waistband, and my index finger parted her labia.
Her hips moved in semicircles, gently thrusting and her hands lifted her breasts in offering, trying to force them deeper into my mouth. She was wet, slick and her pussy sucked my fingers inside like a vacuum, one then two, and she clamped down upon them as I twisted them inside her. I felt her pussy convulse and she pressed her mouth against my hair to muffle her cries of joy.
I took her then and turned her back, turning her toward the radiator. She placed her hands on the cool metal and bent over, raising her bottom in offering. I felt her shiver as my fingers unlatched my belt, and slid down my zipper. I pulled on her hair and kissed her again from behind, as my cock slid upon the crack of her ass. And then I asked her if she was ready to be fucked.
She looked back and smiled as I unwrapped the condom, raising her hips in invitation. And I came to her, and slipped myself inside.
She was slick and hot, and she moved her hips with fury, pushing against me as if more cock was the only thing that might keep her alive. I pulled her hair and tongued her ear. At first she whispered, whimpering gently, and then grew more insistent, asking me to take her harder. I could not help but comply, for each stroke took a bit more of my control, sucking me into the stage where lust turns all men into animals.
I took one of my fingers, still moist with her juices and began to caress her anus. She cried out sharply, and then pushed back against me. My finger slid inside, and it was in that position that we reached our peak, fighting hard to keep the noise down.
Quietly I wrapped my arms around her and we rocked together as I grew soft and finally slipped from her sex. She turned and knelt before me, licking me clean like a kitten, before stuffing me back in my pants and zipping up.
She stood and brushed herself, redoing her skirt and bra, buttoning up that high collar. A quick freshening in the mirror and then she leaned back, legs provocatively parted. "If there are any other books you require, sir, you must request them now. I'm afraid the library will close shortly."
"If I need another book, I will tell you tomorrow."
"Yes," she hissed. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will want more than a finger in my bottom. Or better yet, tonight after dinner."
She kissed me once, slipped out the door, and quietly resumed putting her books away.
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Baking with a twist for Miranda
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Posted:May 23, 2009 5:37 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:42 pm
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"What are you doing?" He was trying not to laugh.
"What does it look like?" She smiled, on tip toes trying to reach the flour bag way at the top back of the highest shelf. She could feel her brown skirt lifting up a little bit too high, and was sure he could see the smallest bit of her ass. She only hoped he couldn't see her sexy red panties.
He certainly eyed her over, and then glanced to the table. On it he found a big green bowl, milk, eggs, sugar, some chocolate chips, among a few measuring cups. "What are you making?"
"How about you just help me!" She pleaded while trying to jump up a little in hopes to reach the flour bag.
He laughed a little under his breath at how cute she was. Poor girl would never put enough cloths on, but today was the one day he didn't blame her. It was really hot out, and of course she'd be in here baking making the rest of the house even hotter. He would never understand women.
As he walked over he grabbed her ass.
"Hey!" That made her jump even higher then before.
"You said you wanted my help." He smiled and kissed her neck.
"Getting the flour!" She giggled, but when she felt his other hand slide up from her hip under her shirt, she grabbed his hand before it could get very high. "Flour!"
He rolled his eyes and simply moved his hand higher up, until he found her bra. Playfully he slipped his fingers underneath it, and played with her nipple. Very soon he had it into a nice little pink bud, and as he sucked on her neck she gently gasped.
"Ah!" She gave her had a good shake, "No no no! There will enough time for that later, I need the flour!"
"Sure, you do." He whispered against her ear, before slipping his other hand to her hip.
Finally she jumped up a little and hit the top shelf, making everything fall off. The bag of flour hadn't been shut from the last time it had been used, and because of that came right down on top of them.
She giggled and turned to face her flour covered boyfriend.
Raising an eyebrow he asked, "You think this is funny?"
"If you had only helped me from the start we wouldn't have had this problem." She smiled and kissed him.
"So, now it's my fault?" He looked at her carefully.
"Why yes it is." She smirked.
"Really?" He went over the refrigerator, opened the door quickly and pulled something out. Before she knew what he was doing she found herself covered in whipped cream, it was on her face, her neck, and slowly moving down her low cut shirt onto her chest. "Darlin' if you are going to blame me, actually do it for something that is my fault." He kissed her slowly, tasting the whipped cream on her lips, "Like this."
She looked at him in shock for a moment, before grabbing chocolate sauces.
He looked at the bottle she was holding, "You wouldn't dare."
She giggled, and very slowly pulled her shirt up over her tight little stomach, up to the base of her bra, and then pulled it over her head, exposing a little red bra that hardly fit her chest it was so tight. He could feel himself starting to get aroused, but tried to ignore it for the time being.
That didn't last long, however. Very slowly she pushed her neck back and put the bottle upside down over chest and let some slowly drip out onto her skin. Little chocolate drops gently hit her skin and slowly started to make there way down her body, most of the disappearing into her bra.
He could only watch and feel his dick as it sprung to life.
After putting the chocolate bottle down she slipped her fingers down in between her breasts, rubbing chocolate onto them. Before bring her covered fingers to her lips and gently licking every last drop of chocolate off.
As he watched he pictured her licking the chocolate off his fully hard cock. All of a sudden his jeans had become very uncomfortable.
She pushed her fingers down between her chest again, and brought them back up covered. She walked over to him, and dragged the tip of her fingers against his lips. She leaned in and whispered, "Taste me" He opened his lips at once to take her fingers into his mouth, but she pulled them away.
Giggling she walked off.
"Where the hell do you think you are going?" He grunted. He was turned on, and the relief he needed was walking away, something was wrong with this picture.
"Shower" Her ass looked amazing as she walked away. "Have fun cleaning up." She muttered as she stopped walking up the hall to slip her shorts down.
He couldn't believe this. She was sexy as hell, nearly naked, and leaving him hard as a rock for a damn shower?! God something was wrong here, and he was about to fix it. Quickly he ripped his shirt off over his head.
He pushed her stomach and face against the wall, and ran his fingers up against her skin. "Don't even think you'll get away from me." His finger slipped under her bra and pinched her nipple, as he grounded his hips into her ass.
She could feel his hard cock pushing into her, even if he did still have her jeans on. He had her fully trapped against the wall, but she wasn't going to let him win just yet. She slowly started to push her hips side to side, making his cock feel the movement of her body.
He bit into her neck, and she screamed a little. Half because of the pain and half because it shocked her. He slipped his finger down in between her legs, but only dragged it up and down, on top of her panties.
She started to rock her hips a little faster as he moved his finger against her. She could feel her pussy lips getting wet with need. She wanted to feel him touch her actual skin, not her panties! Biting her lip she, moan just a little.
She felt him sucking at her neck, and it only excited her more. She loved hickeys, she loved the feeling of being marked by a lover. A sign that she was taken.
"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" She pleaded, but he didn't stop, he touched her harder against the red panties.
With one hand he started to work at his jeans, trying to push them off. It took a few moments but he did manage to get them off. She tried to turn around to face him, but he was not about to let that happen and shoved her back against the wall.
He dragged his finger tips up her back and managed to free her breast from the troubling bra. Once it was off, he cupped her breast and squeezed, "Oh Ryan, Fuck me!" she'd plead, but he wasn't giving in.
While one hand worked the nipple in between his fingers, the other slowly dragged down her stomach and into her panties. He slowly started to move his fingertip against her clit, adding more pressure, then just slowly touching her. He did this time and time again, until he knew she was hot and heavy with need.
Her hips where moving against him, and with each moan she made the pleasure felt better and better. "Oh god!" she'd gasp, "Harder! Harder!"
His middle finger, his fucking finger, slipped deep into her pussy. Quickly he started to masturbate her, making his finger reach deeper depths then she had ever thought possible. He could tell she couldn't take much more, and truth being he couldn't either and he'd be damned if his cum came only into his boxers.
He shoved her panties down to her feet. Then came down his boxers. His erection stood tall, and was more then ready to fill her. But he smiled as he moved just a little and pressed the tip against her ass. He pushed slowly against the tiny whole. He had no intention of fucking her ass, he only wanted to turn her on more, make her pussy drip with wetness.
She ground her hips against him, screaming out for him. Begging him to fuck her, to take her. The thought of his dick deep within her ass, made her needed far greater. "Take me!"
He slipped his fucking finger back into her pussy as his dick added pressure to her ass. He just kept pushing a finger deep into, then back out. After a few moments he added another finger.
She moaned, "Yes! Ohhhh! Yes!!!"
He pushed his dick harder, and she screamed. He could feel that she had become a whole hell of a lot wetter from that idea. One day, he'd take her from the ass, but not just yet...
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She yelled.
With a few quick breaths he grabbed her pulling her away from the way, and half way dragged her up the hall onto the bed. He shoved her onto the bed, and before she new what was going on he, spread her legs apart and pushed his needing cock deep inside of her.
With each thrust his cock went in faster and harder. "Yes! Yes! Yes" She moaned, which only increased how fast he went. She pushed her hips hard against his with each thrust, her fingernail dug into his back to keep her from moving as he rocked his body onto hers.
He pounded into her, stretching her some. She had never had her pussy been used so roughly. She'd never someone's cock so deep within her either. If he'd been any bigger things would have been uncomfortable.
She could hear him grunting, as he worked on top of her. His breath was becoming harder as he fucked her. "Oh baby, your so damn tight"
Pleasure was shooting threw her body, as he started to hold himself inside her a little longer before pulling out, only to push back in. "MMMmhhmmm"
Right before she would have came, he stopped. He just held himself deep inside of her, but refused to move. She wiggled dug her fingernails harder, but it was no good. "Dear Lord, fuck me!"
He slowly moved again, but his time it wasn't nearly as fast or as hard. He just smiled meanly, and worked his cock in and out of her, but he was moving so slow it was making her go crazy with need, want. She was now breathing hard, and ready to fuck his brains out. But he only wanted to be slow and easy!
"Fuck me hard!" She screamed, and kissed him.
He moved slowly a few more times, before he decided it was time for her to take over. He knew she'd fuck him just as hard as he'd done her.
He grabbed her, and rolled onto his back, dragging her on top of him. With that she started to ride him, to fuck him. She moved as fast as she could, "Fuck yes! Ohhh baby."
He knew there would be no stopping her. She slowly moved up a little and then came back down upon his dick. He moaned out, and knew he was close. "Baby, I'm going to fill... " he moaned out again, "you pussy with my cum"
He loved the view of her tits bouncing up and down as she was riding him. He loved how she'd bite her lip when she got close, and he loved how god damn tight she felt on his hard cock!
"I'm so close" he gasped as he held on to her hips, holding her on top of him.
She moved her body faster, fucking him harder, and riding him better. It pushed him to the point of no return, as his cock started to pump his sperm into her tight pussy. "Oh god! Yes!YES!"
A few seconds later her body was milking his fat cock. As she found her own pleasure she crashed down on top of him. His cock still deep inside of her.
After a few moments he kissed her and whispered, "Next time you cook, I'll bring the flour."
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Sarah
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Posted:May 1, 2009 12:03 am
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Sarah was a tall, attractive, young woman in her early twenties. She began working with me as a hotel receptionist two weeks earlier. We hadn't had much time to get to know one another before being thrust onto the graveyard shift to help handle the extra business of an out of state convention in town. Being the only two employees in the hotel and not knowing much about how I would be to get a long with, she nervously began making small talk with me sitting atop a wooden barstool at the second computer of the reception desk.
"So how do you like working at the hotel?" She posed with a sly smile, already knowing the diplomatic answer that was to come.
"It's ok. Nothing much one could call a life of excitement. I think we're mainly here for the night audit and to be sure that no one steals anything" I jested. "For the most part, I just stay on the computer checking emails and myspace."
She smiled back, acknowledging relief knowing that I would be friendly. She was still very nervous from learning all the new tasks, new people, and the new town. She had originally lived in Missouri and worked odds and ends jobs through her late teens. But being an army brat she now called North Georgia home. She seemed out of place. This was not a far cry from the truth. She spoke with a Midwestern accent, and her age was betrayed by her innocent personality, freckles, and sweet smile.
"I think I'm going to make my rounds along the second floor," I stated. "I'll be gone for a few minutes. Just let me know on the two-way radio if you need any help while I'm gone." She nodded affirmation. And I walked off for my nightly check of the perimeter.
I thought about a lot of things as I walked the empty halls. Sarah seemed to keep coming back to mind: her skin glowed and she radiated a light, natural beauty. She had piercing blue eyes, hiding behind her brown hair and freckles, and she had a smile to match. Her curves mesmerized you as she walked; her full hips shook from side to side in a symphony of flattering motion, and, although hidden by a tucked in blouse, you could see that she wore no bra. Her breasts jiggled lightly under her shirt when she perked up to smile. I could tell she would be someone that I would like to get to know better. Strictly work, of course.... The chirp of the two-way radio broke my trance.
"Hey, it's Sarah. I was making back-up copies of our guest list forms to keep from falling asleep, and I think I jammed the copier up pretty bad. Can you come help?"
"Sure," I said. Very glad to return.
When I walked into the back office at the copier. The place was a mess. She had strewn papers all along the floor in her epic fight with the machine. To my delight, she was on her knees in the floor pointing away from me. Face down, ass up, her back was arched, displaying, pedestal-like, her luscious round rump.
"Here, let me help you with those." I said as I knelt down behind her, reaching alongside her arm inside the guts of the copy machine to unjam whatever she had grasped. I could smell her perfume. She wore a sweet, candy-like fragrance.
Yanking at the paper, Sarah thrust her body back abruptly, nestling for an all-too-short moment, her wonderful rear in my crotch.
"Sorry," she said with a blushing smile.
"No worries," I grinned.
What I didn't say was that my dick was growing increasingly hard as I inadvertently rubbed my body along hers. For a moment, as I repositioned myself to help give her leverage and peer into the underside of the machine, my face came close to her lovely butt. As I breathed in, I couldn't help but smell her lovely woman musk emanating from her bottom. Needless to say, my cock was rock hard. She had such a pleasant musk. Not sweaty, not stout, but a pleasant somewhere-in-between. I could only imagine planting my face between her legs, rubbing my cheeks along the soft underside of her pants, gliding my nose along the seam of her black work trousers to the promise land of her crotch, gently mouthing her fleshy mons through her pants and panties. Then I did the unthinkable. I realized that my hand had begun to wander along her inner thigh.
"What are you doing?!" she jumped with a startle.
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Sarah. I don't know what I was thinking," I said with an expression of boundless horror.
"It's ok," she said, "we're both adults." "Besides..." she spoke softer, "I kind of liked it."
"Wow," I thought. "Was this really happening?"
"I'll let you keep doing it for a minute if you want. It felt really nice," she said in an innocent voice. Suddenly her expression changed to self-disgust and surprise, "But you don't have to if you don't want of course," she said, shaking her head.
"It's ok. I'll keep going. I was enjoying it," I reassured.
I slowly replaced my hand on her thigh and gently rubbed up from above the back of her knee to caress the dip in between her legs and buttocks. The warmth of her womanhood radiated through her pants and into my fingers as I rubbed my hand back and forth caressing her thighs. She let out a low moan: not of pleasure, but of yearning. A deep glance was cast from her soft eyes that said both please and no, but her primal instinct won. Sarah's doe-like eyes suddenly changed to something more savage as she grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. She slid her hand behind my head and pressed her lips deeply into mine. This sweet, innocent young woman had unveiled a devilishly sexual hidden self. Frantically unbuttoning her pants, she slid them down below her ankles, leaving behind her silky purple panties halfway around her knees. Taking the lead, I grabbed her legs and lifted them at the knees exposing a soft golden brown patch of fur between her thighs, sitting softly atop the thin, fleshy lips of her labia. By now lust had overcome my senses. Manhandling her, I pressed her knees farther back to her chest, bending down to plant my face against her hidden flesh. The soft, supple skin of her inner thighs beckoned me on as my cheeks rubbed back and forth against them as I took the entirety of her pussy into my mouth. She tasted wonderful. She let out low moans of pleasure as I ran my tongue along each fold of her womanhood, lightly sucking at each vulva lip. I slid a finger insider her and explored her gooey insides, frequently removing it to rub her lubrication alongside the length of each lip. She was becoming impatient. She struggled to press my face deeper inside her. Recognizing her needs, I dipped my tongue in and out of her pussy, fucking her with its soft fleshy pulp. Sarah squirmed under its pressure, squeezing my head between her legs harder. With each thrust of my tongue, her body jerked in ecstasy.
"Suck me. Mmmmm...," She moaned. "Does it taste good?"
Looking up from her pussy, I let out an "Um hum," muffled by her meaty vulva.
I gently worked a finger into her asshole. She pressed her ass against my hand, acknowledging that it pleased her. She began pulling her blouse open to expose her breasts. She pleasured each handful with her fingers, while I stayed on task, licking between each fold of her vagina, only stopping to slide my tongue across her clit. She gasped for a moment of relief, "Let's go someplace a little more comfortable."
One of the perks of working the graveyard shift at a hotel is complete access to all of the empty rooms. That being said, Sarah pulled her pants up, stuffed her panties in her pocket and rebuttoned her shirt. We were off to a nice secluded room on the backside of the hotel. When we entered the room, Sarah immediately picked up where we left off. Sliding her hand down the front of my pants, she massaged my cock while removing her shirt. She slid down to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants.
"I want your cock in my mouth," she demanded.
Pulling my dick out, she began working the tip with her tongue. Voraciously, she slid its slippery head inside her mouth again and again until she had consumed the whole of my shaft. She reached down between her legs with her free hand and began pleasuring herself inside of her pants. As she did this, I ran my hands through her hair and guided her actions of sucking my member, pressing her face farther and farther against it, grinding my balls across her chin and the head of my cock against her throat. Looking down, I could see how truly beautiful this young woman was. Sweat beaded on her forehead and mingled with the cobwebs of chestnut brown hair. Little freckles along the ridge of her nose abashedly peeked through to witness her deflowering. She peered up from her duty, making muffled sounds of pleasure as her finger probed her insides. She pulled my spit-covered cock out of her mouth. I could tell by her expression that she was ready to come. I knelt down beside her, sliding my hand alongside hers down between her legs.
"Fuck my hand," I said, pressing my fingers between hers, to help finger her.
She grinded against our hands, rubbing her juices thoroughly into them.
"Mmmmmph," she moaned.
When she finally orgasmed, she did not scream. She made a gutteral chirping sound each time her body was overcome by her uterine spasms. Having a particularly strong orgasm, her female ejaculate began dripping into my hand and down the insides of her legs. She collapsed into my sweaty arms. Seeing her sudden emotion, I caressed her, and she began sobbing.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't mean to be like this."
"It's ok."
"I know," she replied. "It's just that it's been so hard getting adjusted to this new place. Everything seems so strange some times. I really needed this. Thank you."
I continued to hold Sarah, and run my hand along her hair to comfort her, pressing her face against my chest.
With a tone of innocent inquiry she asked, "I left you out in the cold, didn't I?" she laughed a nervous laugh.
"No," I assured her.
"I want you to orgasm, too," she replied. "Maybe, you might like to, I dunno, "she grinned slyly, "Put your dick in my ass?" She smiled.
"Wow," I thought again.
Before I could answer, she climbed on top of the bed on all fours. Pulling her pants down to her ankles, she lifted her wonderous ass high into the air. I could see her juices glistening off of her pussy from the light across the room. She turned her head back toward me and wiggled her tush cutely, "Well, are you just going to stand there gawking, or are you going to do something?"
Hesitating no longer, I climbed onto the bed behind her. As I got closer, I could smell her pussy. It brought me back to the copy room earlier. I breathed her musk in deeply. It was now stronger than earlier. It intoxicated me. Each whiff numbed my thoughts and my cock grew stiff as iron. She spread her asscheeks open and thrust her face into the sheets, exposing her now puckered asshole. I bent down to give her ass some much-needed attention. I ran my tongue in tightening circles around her rim and then thrust it inside her. She moaned. I slid a finger back inside her pussy, pressing against its wall to feel my tongue wiggle inside her anus. Sitting back up, I reached into the bedside table and opened a small pouch of courtesy Vaseline. She helped rub it onto my cock and then got back into position. I began gently rocking its tip against her asshole, slowly making headway into her puckered rear. I rocked more and more, as she began to tense up. After a little time, she relaxed and my cock was halfway in her ass. I asked if it felt ok, and she reassured me that she was enjoying it. Taking liberty, I began slamming my cock into her harder and harder, rocking faster and faster, until my shaft was electrified with nerves. She moaned and cried aloud, but I didn't hear. I was upon the precipice of orgasm, and holding it in was all I could think about.
"Cum inside me, please, CUM INSIDE ME!"
At this point she was yelling. Conceding, I unleashed my hot load into her lower intestines. Feeling her insides warm, she moaned and relaxed so that every last drop could go deeper inside. I collapsed onto her sweaty back, not even pulling out.
"Oh god, that was good," I said desperately trying to gain control of my breath. I looked at her face. That natural radiant glow was even brighter. Her hair matted across her freckled face; she was huffing, and the sweat beaded down and off the tip of her nose into a small pool that was quickly absorbed by the sheets. I smiled at her beautiful condition. I lay there for another minute before casually lifting her leg and pulling my dick out. When the head popped out, cum ran out of her ass and down the back of her leg, leaving a milky trail of semen down the crevice of her butt and thigh. She rolled over alongside me, and hungrily licked the remnants of my ejaculate off of my cock. She smiled. Enjoying this beautiful moment, I held Sarah in my arms until the end of our shift.
I hope no one came to the reception desk.
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Having fun with a neighbour
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Posted:Apr 30, 2009 11:51 pm
Last Updated:May 27, 2024 3:42 pm
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Spring is by far my favourite time of year. The weather starts to warm up, which means that women start to wear less clothing. It seems as though my cock is hard constantly as I look around and see bare legs and tight asses contained in short shorts and skirts, and beautiful round breasts pushed together by tight tops. It seems as though every day I see at least twenty women that I would love to strip naked and have my way with, although I rarely even try to make a move.
One girl in particular always catches my eye. I live in a townhouse complex and my backyard looks right into several others, creating quite a 'fishbowl' style of living. As I stand on my back deck I can see straight across into the kitchen of the neighbours behind me. It's not them I've been interested in, however; it's their next door neighbours.
Actually, that's not entirely accurate. It's not the neighbours I'm interested in, but rather their teenage . I say teenage because she appears to be quite young, although I found out later that she was actually nineteen years old.
Robyn, as I eventually found out her name was, had long, dark hair and was on the shorter side of average. She was very curvy but in great shape, her tight waist on display with most of the shirts I would see her wearing. Her breasts were a perfect size for her frame, about a B or a C cup I would guess, and her ass was tight and firm, yet just a bit jiggly at the same time.
As the weather warmed up more I began to see Robyn on her back patio sunbathing. She always wore the same blue bikini in an effort to expose as much of her skin as possible without being indecent. I would sneak peaks at her whenever I could, sometimes peering out through the slats of my blinds, absentmindedly stroking my cock through my pants as I watched her skin shine in the sunlight.
One day, as I was out for a run, I realized why she had managed to stay in such good shape. As I approached the road that led back to our complex I saw Robyn approaching from the opposite direction, also jogging. I was mesmerized by the sight of her perfect tits bouncing as she approached me, wishing I could hold them in my hands. It appeared that the only clothing she had on was a pair of tight spandex shorts and a matching sports bra. As she crossed the street we wound up rounding the corner at the same time, jogging right beside each other.
"Hey neighbour," I said, slowing down to walk the last block.
"Hi," she said, slowing down with me. "Gorgeous day for a run, huh?"
"It sure is," I said. I had been running without a shirt, my attempt at getting a little more colour in my skin. "Do you jog a lot?"
"A couple of times a week, otherwise these love handles start to look more like a spare tire!"
"What love handles?" I asked, seriously. She didn't have anything even resembling extra fat around her waist, but then again, like most women, she was more critical of her body than anyone else could be.
"Thanks," she said, laughing. "I'm Robyn."
"Ryan," I said, extending my hand out to shake hers. We continued to chat as we walked to our complex. "This is me," I said as we walked by my place. She had to continue a bit further and round a corner to get to her house. "Would you like to come in for a drink?"
"I'd love to, but I'm all gross and sweaty," she said. "How about I go home and shower first, then I'll come by, if that's alright?"
"That sounds great," I said, instantly picturing her naked in the shower. "I should probably do the same."
I went inside and hurried in the shower. My cock was rock hard from the thought that the gorgeous would soon be in my house, but I knew I didn't have time to stroke it. I got out of the shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a casual collared shirt, then awaited Robyn's arrival. I felt my heart race as the doorbell rang a few minutes later and I went to answer it. She was standing on my front porch wearing a tight pink camisole-style top with a short, white pleated skirt. I invited her inside and we wound up sitting in my living room, sipping at two tall glasses of water.
"I never see anyone else here," she said. "Do you live alone?"
"Yeah," I said. "I've never found a woman that can put up with me for very long."
"Yeah right, a good-looking guy like you?" she said. "You probably just have a different woman over here every week!"
"I wish," I said, and it was the truth. Yes, I am a reasonably good-looking guy, but I've never been the one-night stand kind of guy. It wasn't that I was never interested; more accurately, I was the kind of guy that women would rather have as a friend or a boyfriend than a one-nighter. "How about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," she said. "I haven't had one in a while. Guys my age just drive me nuts, they're so immature and full of testosterone. I need someone a little older."
I swear my heart actually skipped a beat as she said that. Even though I didn't see her as relationship potential, I certainly saw it as a good sign that I might get her into my bed. At thirty-four years old I was definitely out of the testosterone phase that she was referring to.
"It must be nice to live on your own," she continued. "I can't wait to get out of my parents' house."
"It's nice, but it's also lonely," I replied. "It's not very often I get the company of a beautiful young woman like yourself." She started to blush, so I decided to try to take things a bit further. "I hope I don't offend you by saying this," I said, "but I find you very attractive."
"You're just saying that," she said.
"No, really," I said. "You've got gorgeous eyes and a beautiful smile, you're fun to talk to and you've got an amazing body."
She blushed even more, this time looking down. I reached out and put my fingers under her chin, tilting her head back up so she was looking at me. I stared into her eyes for a moment and then leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was gentle at first, but then she relaxed a bit more and we started to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. As we kissed more passionately she ran her hands over my chest. I did the same, cupping one of her breasts lightly before letting my hand wander down to her hips and ass. As I ran my hand up her thigh under her skirt she put her hand on my thigh and began to rub higher. Her legs spread just a bit for me, giving me the opportunity to rub her pussy through her panties.
"I've wanted this for so long," she said, breaking our kiss.
"Shall we go up to my room?" I asked. She nodded in response and I stood up, pulling on her hand and guiding her upstairs to my bedroom. As soon as we got in the room she turned and kissed me again. I broke the kiss so that I could take off her top, revealing the sexy white bra she was wearing underneath.
"This feels so right," she said. I smiled and cupped her breast as she undid my shirt and then pulled it off. I reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, finally getting a good look at the breasts I had fantasized about so many times. They were soft and firm with small areolas and hard nipples. Next I reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and leaving her in a white thong. I pushed her back onto the bed and pulled her thong down and off, exposing her bald pussy. I took off my jeans and crawled onto the bed next to her. She kissed me again, this time letting her hand rub the bulge in my underwear. I pulled my underwear off, leaving us both naked, and then began kissing my way down the front of her body.
Her breathing increased as I paused to kiss and suck on her breasts, then continued further down. I kissed down her abdomen toward her pussy, eventually kissing and licking around it for a minute or two before finally tasting her for the first time. She moaned as I started to lick her slit, lapping up her juices. I began focusing on her clit with my tongue and lips as I fingered her pussy.
"That feels so good, Ryan!" she said.
"I'm so fucking hard for you, Robyn!" I replied. I ate her out for several minutes, bringing her close to orgasm more than once without letting her go over the edge.
"Do you want me to use a condom?" I asked, my cock literally resting on her pussy.
"Only if you want to," she said.
"Are you on the pill?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"I could just pull out when I'm ready to cum."
"Okay."
I put the head of my cock against her pussy and pushed in slowly. She was very tight, so I was forced to inch my cock into her a bit at a time.
"You made me so fucking hard!" I said. "You're so beautiful!"
"I love your cock," she said. "I want to be your dirty girl." A couple of minutes later I had fit my entire cock into her pussy and was fucking her with long, steady strokes. "Make me your slut, Ryan," she said.
"Your pussy is so fucking tight!" I said. I started to fuck her a bit harder, reaching down to rub her clit as I watched her perfect breasts bounce on her chest. "This feels incredible! You look so good with my dick inside you!" She kept moaning and I kept fucking her harder. Then, just as she was about to cum, I pulled out. "I want to fuck you from behind," I said. I stood up off the bed and pulled her up with me. I led her into the bathroom and had her bend over the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. I bent my legs to get my cock at the right height, admiring her ass as I pushed my cock into her from behind.
"Take my pussy!" she said. "Make me your little slut!". I pounded her harder this time, making her scream out in ecstasy. Looking at her perfect body getting fucked by my cock was almost enough to make me cum, but I wanted to drag this out as long as possible. When she was ready to cum I pulled out once again, making her groan in disappointment.
"Get up on the counter," I said, turning her to face me. She hopped up onto the counter and I put her legs on my shoulders before shoving my dick back into her. "I love this fucking pussy!" I said. "You look so fucking hot!" Seeing her tight little body bent uncomfortably against the mirror behind her got me far too aroused. I knew I would cum soon, so I knew it was time to let her cum. As I felt her orgasm approaching I shoved my dick in hard and deep, holding it there as the climax washed over her.
"God yes!" she said. "I'm cumming daddy! I'm cumming all over your cock!" As soon as her orgasm had subsided I pulled out of her pussy and guided her to the floor in front of me. She figured out exactly what I wanted as I pointed my cock at her face and began stroking it.
"You're such a sexy slut!" I said. "I'm going to cover your pretty face!" Seconds later I held true to my word as my cock exploded, shooting a huge load of sticky cum all over her gorgeous face. I finished cumming and then stood over her for a moment, admiring my handiwork, before helping her to her feet so she could wash off her face.
"That felt so fucking good!" she said as we emerged from the bathroom and started to get dressed. "Did it bother you when I called you daddy?"
"Hell no," I said. "It made you sound even hotter and sluttier and it made my cock even harder."
"You fucked me so good," she said. We finished getting dressed and then walked downstairs. "Hey," she said, "are you doing anything for dinner?"
"I didn't have any plans, why?"
"I was thinking you could come over to my place," she said. "My parents are out of town, so I could cook you dinner and then you could have me for dessert!"
I smiled, knowing that this would be the beginning of a whole lot of fun...
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