Hazel's Great estimation

She always seemed to get me tied up in her demented program. I swear, I was supposed to be home and in bed, watching Say Yes To The frock. As depressing as it may voice to some, for me, it was a perfect Friday dark. A lilliputian Ben and Jerry's would score it even better.

Hazel's giggle caused me turn around, and there she is, my expert champion, dancing on the bar, with no blouse on. I shook my head and started to get up to seize her, but her boyfriend, Kirkland got to her first. He wrapped a blanket around her and pulled her down. He motioned to me that they were going upstairs to his room, and quickly gathered her up in his arms, and ran up the step.

Great, now I'm left down here with 10 virtual strangers. Hazel had taken my car keys earlier, so that I wouldn't leave, and shown me to a guest elbow room for me to crash in. As I look around at the early people, nigh are still coupled up. I decide to catch a soda and a collation, and direct up to my room.

I close the fridge and out of nowhere a tall, dark haired guy that I had noticed earlier, pushed me back onto the fridge door, pinned my berm, and before I could affect or push him off, works a kiss on my sassing. He pulls back, and grinning, then comes back in for another kiss. He released my shoulders, and gently grabbed the incline of my face. He kissed me like the dark stranger kisses a daughter in all of the old movies I like to watch. It was seductive and funnily passionate, considering I didn't even know his name. I had been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breathing spell away, and made me feel lightheaded. Although it could give been because of the guileful poke I'd had earlier, I strongly doubted it.

The alien pulled back again, and his eyes twinkled as he let go of my face.

"Well, well, well. It was as Nice as I'd thought it would be."he said.

I stared at him blankly. He seemed quite confident in himself. It bordered on cockiness.

"Was it as good for you, Princess ?"His eyes almost danced now.

I've never been respectable at dalliance, so I just smiled. The slug had me feeling pretty relaxed, but not enough to loosen my knife. It didn't matter, a second later I was back against the fridge. This time he didn't just assault my lips. He parted my mouth and teased my tongue with his. I haven't had many lingua in my sass, but I could assure his clapper had played in a more than a few. It was so inviolable and sure enough. It left me no question that he was in control condition. I felt my clit begin to shudder. Good thing I had thought to pack my tiny travel vibrator. I was gon na need it after this kissing academic term. I asked myself repeatedly why I was allowing this. I was too distracted by this brain blowing moment to fall up with an answer.

He started kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes. All the while, his hands were rubbing my rosehip and ass. I should have rethought the short chick I was wearing, but to a greater extent than that, I should have got ignored hazel tree's suggestion to go without panties. She'd said the panty line was noticeable, and since I was too puritan to wear a thong, I should go without tonight. Maybe this was the one time I should have followed my own head. Just then, I felt his mouth on my nipple. I hadn't even noticed him unbutton my blouse, yet there he was, suckling on me like a neonate sister. I heard him moan, tacky and deep. Then, as he grazed it with his teeth, I heard it again, and realized the sound wasn't coming from him, but that it was me. One of his hands made it under my skirt, and directly to my wet situation. He zeroed in on my throbbing clit, and rubbed it slowly but steadily. As he sucked on the one nipple and pinched the other firmly, his pace quickened on my hot and voiceless clit. His lips met mine again, and his quarter round was now working my clit, as his first-class honours degree two fingers entered me. I gasp and he kisses me harder as his finger continue to micturate my head teacher spin.

Never leaving my hot spot or my oral cavity, he maneuvers us over to the kitchen board. I found myself lying back, and after stroking me a few more meter with his digit, he quickly snatched his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. He darted his knockout tongue into my hole, and hungrily lapped up my succus. He explored every in of it inside, slurped on it, the sounds sending me into a hysteria. I lift my hips to make it gentle for him to cream me freely. His fingers were back inside of me, fucking me hard, but instead of his thumb on my clitoris, this meter it was his wet, hot, hungry oral cavity. Licking it feverishly and sucking it like a peacemaker. He was pounding my kitty so punishing, I could find out my juices splashing. He reached up and grasped a tit between his fingers. Rolling and squeezing it, while he continued to construct my puss tremble and constrict. I felt the passion rush up my trunk, from my inner thighs, and my body began to stiffen.

All at once, he stopped. He stopped everything, and just stood there, looking at me wiggle on the mesa. I wanted him badly, and he knew it. My all body was on fire, and slight trembles moved throughout me.

Do I play it cool, and get up now, fix my clothes and go up to my room alone ? Do I invite him up with me to finish what he started ? Whatever I decided, two thing were for trusted. I would never leave this night, and I might just call for that damn Hazel's suggestions more often .