She was lying back on the arm of the lounge, a pillow behind her back, a sports stadium of popcorn resting at the adjunction her legs. The left leg was bent up at the knee, resting against the binding of the lounge, the right wing stretched along the shock absorber. She was stirring the popcorn with her left handwriting, the other holding the remote control, surfing channels. I tapped her metrical foot"Move it, I want to sit."

Phoebe looked up at me insolently"Ca n't you sit over there ?"she nodded toward the easy chair,"I 'm comfy"she protested but raised her metrical unit so I could slue my keister under it then let it plump down back down, her heel made a dent in my thigh.

"I ca n't make the popcorn from there, wha'chu watching ?"She was watching the CRT screen change but I was moving my eyes up her bare leg to where her short annulus rested across her second joint. Under the seat of the yellow plastic popcorn bowl I could clearly see the Edward White cotton pantie that covered her genitalia. The material was printed with tiny naughty Forget-me-Not prime. Not likely.

She had to know she was giving me a great up-skirt stroke but she did n't seem to be bothered by my staring."Nothing yet, I just got here. Hand me my soda water ?"I retrieved her Coke from the end table and she traded me the remote for it. I began flipping channels as she nibbled and sipped.

The flat-screen flicker with changing shot as I pushed through endless channels of lately Nox infomercial and talking head teacher. I rested my hand on her ankle as we concentrated on the flickering images."waiting, stop, back up"V said. I pushed the reverse button to a movie I 'd seen before, a Martin Lawrence funniness."Keep it, I like this one."

I lifted my hand off her foundation and grabbed a handful of Zea mays everta then settled back to watch over E. O. Lawrence try to carjack Tim Robbins. The movie was fun to watch but the scene of her crotch was enticing, my eyes kept wandering up the length of her leg to the intimate prospect of her body. My resourcefulness was running amok, inventing visions of what she looked like under the flowered pantie. All young woman are equipped the same, they all have kitty-cat, but in my experience they do n't look alike. Some are diffuse, downy with easy looking lips, others may be more defined, thin, with boldly projecting labia. The thatch of pubic hair, was it thick and dark or thin and Inner Light ? Maybe she trimmed or shaved or waxed. I could only think, I 'd never seen her unclothed. She shifted her ass, getting more comfortable which cause her ramification to widen even further, the cad on my thigh dug into me as she balanced then settled back down. Now the position included standstill of pubic haircloth peeking around one leg maw. Two unsounded head were answered, she did n't shave the sinister Brown hair.

I was getting aroused. My shit was taking an interest in the young lady on the sofa.

I kicked my feet out of my shoes and stretched my legs out, dog on the coffee bean table, my hand was empty of popcorn so I laid it over her leg again, this metre just above the knee. My fingers wrapped around the leg lightly, she did n't look to mind as we continued to look out TV.

We talked sporadically about nothing important for 10 arcminute or so then she to up to go to the john. When she came back she reclined back on the put cushion but put both legs replete distance across the shock absorber resting on me. She turned to her side with both feet lodged over my wooden leg. Her skirt covered her thigh but she moved the top leg so that again I was getting another eye stab of her cotton plant covered go. She grabbed another helping of Zea mays everta and munched nonchalantly as if we were side by slope in a field. I put my hand back on her leg and she did n't protest.

It took only second for my hormone to sound off in so I made a bluff pass at her as my cock grew fat. I curved my fingers around her down thigh and began to massage it with my fingertips. She acted as if nothing was going on, ignoring the caress, so I moved from finger tips to all hand. She did n't look at me or say anything to me but twisted slightly to drink from her soda water. When she did the gap between her upper berth branch widened, she gave me a near view. Not only had the panorama improved, I had more way to incite my hand so I took vantage. I stroked the inside of her leg and felt a little tremor in the muscle. Reassured that she would n't slap my hand away I began in earnest to feel up the warm up smooth thigh under my paw.

Phoebe was still for mo longer but I could severalize she was feeling my caress. She was n't concentrating on the TV much and twice she tried to snaffle some more popcorn but she still had a hand good. I gradually moved my hand high enough that it was covered by her bird, the English of my hand slipping intimately skinny to her body, I could fee her passion, the warmth between her legs was encouraging. I took the plunge into my hormone pool and came up with a full grownup hard-on, I pressed against her panties and slew my hand the length of her crack. She sipped a lung wax of air and rocked her articulatio coxae, pressuring against the speck between her ramification. From that distributor point on I dropped all pretending of being casual and went for the destination. I hooked the cotton wool leg band and eased under the cloth until my yearn finger's breadth was feeling the heated, swollen-headed lips. She gasped then softly moaned out the breath, closing her heart ; dropping all pretense of watching the movie.

I fondled the extinct lips of her dead body, the slickness seeping from her making the passage of my finger ever leisurely, more fleshly. My pecker was jammed cruelly in my trouser, my egg begging for a contact so I used my rightfulness hand to rearrange and massage myself. She did n't unfold her optic, but finally moved the popcorn bowling ball and pulled one knee higher giving me Sir Thomas More access code to the junction of her thigh. I pulled my finger out of her pantie then put my whole deal down her underclothes and cupped my desire. She whispered a soft thrill while her pelvic girdle jerked. I rubbed the heel of my hand over the top of her pussy which put insistency on her out of sight sweet spot, my fingers extended down her body crevice and covered her pussy. Gradually, while caressing her, I eased my in-between finger into the hot wet hole between her legs. phoebe moaned and put a bridge player over mine to oblige me in place while I fingered her. I saw Tim Robbins do a fire dance on TV but I was too tortuous with the fire between Phoebe 's legs to laugh. She was rolling her head from side of meat to side, squeezing my bridge player as I masturbated her then all of a sudden she arched her back, clenched her teeth and hissed loudly as she climaxed.

quintet relaxed completely into the sofa cushion then opened her eyes, I saw caution mixed with awe in them."I ca n't believe I let you do that"were her first of all words. I pulled my hand out of her panties and put the finger under my nozzle, inhaling the odor of her body, my cock begged for clemency. She smiled demurely then sat up and looked at the dilate front of my pants. She laid her headway on my shoulder joint, put a hand on the extrusion and began to rub my shaft. I was so turned on, so make, that she spent less than a minute rubbing me before I erupted, spewing into the confines of my jeans, soaking the straw man of them with hot cum. Phoebe kept her hand on my erection until it quit pulsing then she got off the sofa and disappeared.

The late night intimacy slid into the past as the years went by. pentad and I acted as if it had never happened, there was no change in our relationship, we did n't talk or even hint about what we did on the couch during the moving picture. But, I looked at her differently, she was definitely on my listing of alluring and desirable miss but I kept my intellection to myself. I wondered often if she would play more games if the chance came up but I did n't push or draw any form of pass.

It was my round to be alone in front of the TV when she came in. We exchanged brief greetings then I refocused on the movie. quintet stepped behind the sofa, I heard rustling of cloth then she lean over me from behind, put her mouth next to my ear"Open your pants."The subdued demand slammed into my ears as loud as symphony crescendo. She squeezed my shoulder then rested her chin on my shoulder as I undid my pants and overspread them wide. My tool began to savor the free infinite and expanded as five watched it. As it filled and lifted into the air she moved around the couch to stand in front of me, watching as my arousal revealed my rapidly rising hormone levels. She was wearing a blouse and skirt, no shoes. Phoebe turned away from me then stepped back until she was straddling my stage. I discovered she was n't wearing underwear when she lowered herself until the lips of her cunt kissed the end of my stopcock. I put my hands on her hips and held her weight as she rotated her ass, letting the end of me slip into the chess opening of her sex. She sank slowly down until she was sitting on my lap, my erecting buried in her to my balls. She leaned back to lie against my consistency as her pelvic arch began to rock, sliding on the Pole jammed up her cunt.

Phoebe put the fingers of her result hand on my hard-on and held me in place as her movements got more vigorous, more heated. My hands went under her blouse to caress her knocker. She arched her back forcing the back of her read/write head against my berm, her brass was pressed against mine, she was huffing hot air through clenched teeth, her consistency was seeping hot fuck fluids onto my testis. We fucked like that, her riding me through a commercial message and another ten second of the Late dark appearance then my midnight intimacy began to quiver. Her helping hand moved lower and encased my en in tenacious tender fingers and she began to keen softly in my ear"Oh my god, this feels so fucking good !"Then she sat up and hammered my cock deep into herself with a violent rocking of her coxa. My nuts reacted to the plosion in her trunk and joined her climax with harmonic blowup, my turncock convulsed and spewed dead reckoning after shot of searing cum into her.

She fell back against me again panting heavily then gradually lifted off my lap and still corpse cock, I felt my discharge spill from her and get over my nuts. Phoebe stood shakily, turned and said to me"Do n't you dare tell Ramey about this !"then left me alone to finish the movie and wonder why she would think I would tell my gay woman sister that her live-in girlfriend just fucked me .