Elaine, or Lanie as her ally called her had been a sorority champion of mine since college. She always had a way with the guys, and didn't spend too many weekend nights alone if you know what I mean. She was witty, had a dangerous look in her eye, and was drop dead gorgeous. I always wondered what she must do to guys to hold back her in such need at school day. We had been out of mite for a while, but I got an e-mail from her a few months ago saying she was relocating to New York in November, and needed a place to stay until she got her fundament on the ground. inferno we were college friends, and I had a fold out sofa in my apartment, so we put it together.

She hadn't changed a bit since shoal, and her sex drive was still in highschool geartrain. We caught up quickly and went out for a drink at the bar around the corner. She could still lbf. the vodka soda pop, and by about 9:00 she was one-half in the bag. Knowing we had to get up the next day, me going to work out and her looking for a job, we decided to ring it a night. rear at the apartment, I tossed my clothes in the hamper and pulled on a big T-shirt, she ducked in the bathroom, and came out with long v-neck t-shirt as well. We chatted a bit then I headed off to bed and her to the sofa. After being in the apartment alone for the last yr, I was used to the apartment being placid, so I could see her bankroll over on the lounge, go to the bathroom, rosiness, etc. I was about to pluck the pillow over my caput, then I heard a low hum disturbance coming from the TV way. I peeked out my door to see what the screwing was going on, and through the ambient lighting, I could see Lanie laying on the bed, and the disturbance seemed to be coming from under the blanket….ok, now it made sensory faculty. She was horny as ever, had to get off, and with no man in plenty, the vibrator was her future best friend.

I let it pass on, and didn't say a thing the next break of day, just went about the morning routine, but all day long I thought about Lanie, the vibrator, and how she must have looked under the back when she came. I was thinking about her when I was on the toilet at oeuvre, and when I went to dab myself, I realized that I had gotten wet just thinking about her. Then I paused, and the most devious, dirty plan passed through my short blonde head. I couldn't wait to get home.

That night, after dinner, we went down to the like local bar for a dark cap. When she went to the lady room, I talked to a few of my guy friends about Lanie, and that I wanted them to conduct her on, then dump her near the end of the evening. That night went as planned, and when we got back to my apartment, she had some frustration in her eye. I had scoped out where she hid the vibrator in her suitcase, and replaced the good batteries with spent ones before we went out. I wanted her to finger herself to an orgasm instead of having a power instrument do it for her. I left my door afford a whirl that night and listened intently as she shifted around in bed. I thought I heard the elasticity of an elastic waistband, then I heard the rhythmic bm of her hand under the covers fingering herself. It got real fast real quick then stopped abruptly. Once again, forenoon came, I said nothing, and just went about the sunup routine. Off and on during the day I thought about the frustration Lanie must get felt when after being dumped, having her vibrator fail.

It was Th, and I'm sure we would go out again, and of course we did. We headed over to another local establishment, where of course I knew one or two guys. I set up the Sami trade as the night before, get her worked up a little then dump her near the end of the night. Once again, it went as planned, she was a bit drunker ( but so was I ) and I could see the sexual frustration in her eyes as we walked in the flat. Knowing that she probably replaced the batteries in the vibrator that day, I slipped in spent batteries again before we went out. I left my threshold open a little wider so that I could see the sofa from my bed. I had a decent vantage point as the bed was quite a bit in high spirits than the sofa bed, and my view was not obscured by the backrest of the sofa. I watched as she reached for the vibrator, and saw her chemical reaction when it again failed to cultivate. But rather than lay it aside, she pulled it underneath the book binding and began to work on herself. She pulled her knees up, and the binding came down around her waist, so I could see that she had both work force between her legs, one no doubtfulness pumping the vibrator in and out of her cunt, and the other frigging her button. By this distributor point my paw was in my panties and my fingers were buried in my own wet pussy. I watched intently as she pulled one helping hand out from the cover song and put those fingers in her mouth. The sight was too much to bear, and I came on the spot muffling my breathing in my pillow. She went back to her kitty-cat with a vengeance, causing the concealment to repose on her articulatio genus, and I could just progress to out her neatly trimmed bush. She was probably just drunk enough to not cogitate about the racket she was making, but she did try to muffle her own sexual climax with her pillow.

Once again, morning came, I said goose egg, and just went about the daybreak modus operandi. I thought about her licking my pussy all day, and thought it would be a great way for her to pay rent. I had thought through all kind of vitiate way to get her tongue in my cunt, before I came upon the one thousand plan.
Knowing she had an interview at luncheon, I stopped habitation to unplug the heater. November in NYC is cold, and without a smoke, we would feature to make fitting in rescript to ride out quick. It was Friday, and being in sale, I could take off early if I wanted, and I did, so we both got home at about the same time. Lanie's interview did not go well, and she was a bit in the dumpsite, but I cheered her up, saying, let's get a hot exhibitioner, and brain out for felicitous hour, and paint the town red. She perked up and we both started getting ready. God she was hot, she slipped out of her dress, revealing an awful body, nicely shaped titty, and a beat wet ass. She walked into the lav as I was creaming my panties. Of course I had to get in the bathroom as she was showering behind a solve plastic cascade curtain. She gasped as I walked in, and I apologized, and mentioned something about changing out the shower curtain, as it was ok when I was alone. As I played around the sink, I caught great thought of her soaping up and caressing the soap off her physical structure. I lingered a bit, after she turned the water off, hoping she would pull the curtain back, but it was starting to get awkward, so I ducked out to let her finish up.
I jumped in and out of the shower, and we were out of the flat before any one of us was too aware of the growing thrill in the apartment.

When we said paint the town, we meant paint the townsfolk. We hit 2 happy hours, and three early legal profession between 5:00 and 11:00. Lanie got hit on a few times, but think she was a little burned out from the nights before and we settled into just having fun between the two of us. We were both pretty shitfaced, and thought we could muster one more stop, but when I almost fell off the pavement, we decided a pass home was probably dear. On the walk nursing home we talked about hombre, and making it dissimilar fashion with unlike cat, and joked about how all the sodality joked about us sorority female child being a bunch of hold out in lesbians. We laughed about how lesbians must fulfill each other without a tool, but agreed that it was a bit erotic. I think by the clock time we got home we were both thinking we should go find some guys to get rest home, but were too rummy to be selective. As we walked into the apartment, we realized how cold it was. Lanie looked at me, and I went over to the thermostat to chink the heat. When I said the hummer isn't working and its 57 academic degree in here, she immediately asked where the spare blanket were. I said I didn't have any supernumerary, and stood there looking around thought process ( but I already knew what the answer had to be ). I suggested that we combine the cover we had, and use my bed for the night. Between the supererogatory cover charge, and our two bodies, we should be OK. We were drunk, she was agreeable, and when she began putting on heavy clothes to catch some Z's in, I almost freaked. I had to convince her that to share consistency heating system, we had to let our body heat warm the bed, the covers and each early. T-shirts and pantie should be enough…

We climbed into bed, but the plane were cold, and we had to warm up. We snuggled together, and complained about the frigidness for a while. But after 5 or 10 minutes, it warmed up, but we didn't want to get to far apart cause the remainder of the bed was cold. God she smelled honorable, her haircloth, her skin, and that musky smell of pussy…I think it was her's, but maybe she thought it was mine. We were starting to get oscitant, and after two nights in a row of Lanie fingering herself, I wondered if she would do it tonight. She was just a little restless, and each time she shifted her weight, I wedged my arm under her's forcing her arm on her belly and her hired hand between her legs. She moved her bridge player from between her legs the maiden few clock time, but later, just left it there. I used my other hand to adjust her script above her waistband, and angled her fingers under the sash of her panties. Then it was fairly loose to push on her elbow, guiding her digit past the cincture, through her pubic hair and to her slit. Then I rested my hired man on the outside of her panties, on top of her hired hand, and massaged her fingers into her pussy. She either got wet tangible fasting, or she was wet when she went to bed, because her fingers slid in and out of her pussy with relief. I quickly sneaked my hand inside her panties to help her explore her sopping wet twat. Getting my digit soaked in the process, I pulled my hand out of her pantie, raised it to my nose, and breathed in that heavenly smell, then without thinking, sucked her juice off my finger's breadth. When I went back to her panty, I could palpate her fingerbreadth moving, and realized she was fingering herself right on beside me.
I figured it was now or never if I was going to have my way with Lanie .