My heart was in my throat ; I 'd never done this before. I knew where I was going - I 'd been there before - but I had n't ever gone to do what I was about to. I locked the door behind me and shivered a little in the cool eventide air. I wasn't cold.

I walked briskly to the bus stop and waited for a minuscule under two minutes, and when I bought my ticket I spoke as quietly as possible, so my voice wouldn't phone too shaky : instead it sounded like a derange croak. Trying to act cool, and decompress adequate to discontinue shivering, I took a seat at the back of the bus. The journey took about ten transactions, but felt like nearly a twelvemonth, especially with the darkness outside being accentuated as it was by the nerveless strobing tone of the lamp Charles William Post outside and the lights in the bus.

I stepped out of the bus and started to walk to the house of the person I was visiting, which was just round a corner and on a side-street. Stopping outside the door for a moment, I checked my phone and read back through the conversation we 'd had.

Me : Oh dear, it sounded like it was going well

Her : I thought it was going well too but can't win every prison term

Me : Ha, and you were saying a while ago about wanting that seeing to ; - )

Her : Meh you're joking aren't you it's been ages. I'm going through electric battery like cipher's commercial enterprise

Me : Now wouldn't be the time for me to come for a coffee bean then eh ?

Her : Scared I might chute on you ? Lol

Me : Maybe, ha. Or that I might derail on you, it's been a while for me too

Her : fountainhead wouldn't that be a pity

Me : Let's just say you might see a different face to me if you're not careful

Her : You say that a lot lol maybe you should put your money where your rima oris is

Me : …you mean put something else where my sass is… ?

Her : Maybe ; - )

Me : You must be in a mess if you're actually saying this to me, hahaha

Her : Not yet…

Me : You want me to come in and clear a stack of you ?

Her : Yup lol come for a"coffee"

Me : …fine. I'll grab a exhibitioner and be there in an hour ; - )

Her : OK, I'll be waiting just knock and come in

…yes, we really did bear that conversation. And here I was, just under an time of day later, stood outside her door. indisputable, we'd had rather personal conversations before, but they were generally more clinical, only occasionally crossing the line into mild flirting. Crossing the blood line ? ‘ Bloody vaulted it this time,'he whispered to himself…

A smash on the room access - hel-lo there - and then I went in without waiting, as arranged, and locked the door behind me. She was sitting on the couch in the living way, with a half-finished cup of coffee tree and an ashtray on the small table in battlefront of it, wearing a dark green dressing gown. The way was night but for a belittled desk lamp in the corner of the room.

I sat next to her and put my arm around her briefly, stifling a sharp breath, in a greeting hug. She smiled a little and kissed my cheek.

Somehow I managed to utter. ‘ Have a courteous day ?'

‘ Yeah, and you ?'She didn't phone quite as shaky as me. Not quite.

‘ Yeah thanks.'I allowed myself a deep breath and gingerly put my hand on her neck. ‘ I, um…'I cleared my throat. ‘ I didn't think you'd necessitate me seriously.'

She laughed, a tiny and vaguely maniacal strait. ‘ Well it's been a while.'She cast a glance at my manus and placed her own on it slowly, looking back at me with her psyche at a slight tilt. ‘ And I wanted to see if you're… as big as you talk.'Her eyes flicked down mischievously.

I blushed and closed my heart for a moment, attempting to regain my composure. I gave a dramatic shrug. ‘ wellspring, you know what we men are like.'Yeah. Pass it off as a jocularity if you can, make yourself look smooth. Smooth like gravel. ‘ We all talk big and then inevita - ‘

She put her fingerbreadth on my lip. ‘ You're not backing out now, sunshine.'I looked at her face. Her eyes were fiery, felid puss that made me blush even harder. I matched her gaze and opened my mouth slightly, giving her fingertip a aristocratical grazing with my dentition, and gave a small liquidity crisis on the back of her neck. Her fingers interlocked with mine and she pulled my mitt away, putting it on the thick fluffy fabric of her dressing gown. I gave another squeeze.

Keeping eye contact for as longsighted as I could, I leaned my psyche forward and kissed her neck opening, just under her ear. This finis I could hear her take in a deep breath. I flicked her earlobe playfully with the tip of my glossa, and felt her tremble slightly. I'm not certainly she was frigidness either.

She pulled away and blinked slowly, putting her hand on my cervix and pulling gently. I yielded, letting her bring my rim to meet hers, and she kissed me hard, her aplomb lips closing around mine and taking me by surprisal, even though I knew it was going to happen. After a fraction of a second I caught up and sucked softly on her tongue, bringing my bridge player up to her neck opening again and taking a aristocratic grip on her shoulder-length embrown hair.

Her tooth closed on my undersurface lip and she pulled her head back a little, pulling my oral sex up slightly, possibly a sign that she wanted me to… I pulled her hair slightly. She made a low groaning strait in her pharynx, and I stroked her top lip and teeth with my glossa, applying a little pressure. She let go of my lip and opened her backtalk, allowing me to push my spit in more and riff the tip of hers with it.

I breathed in deeply and pushed her back against the couch so that she was lying sideways on it, and lifted myself up, looking her in the eye. I flicked my eyes down and noticed her cleavage ; her dressing gown had fallen slightly afford. Her hide looked pale and smooth. I bent down and kissed between her breasts, feeling them clash against my impertinence. They were smooth. I ran my tongue up and down slowly, barely touching.

Her back arched a niggling, pushing her chest against my tongue and giving me room to slip my hands behind her back and pull her closer, holding her up with my ribbon and brushing her cleavage and breasts with my bottom lip. She sighed, moaning slightly as she did.

It felt slightly surreal, all of a sudden, to be doing this with her. We'd been protagonist for a piece, we knew each former pretty well, and I daresay there'd been a level of attraction between us - though there weren't really any spirit that I knew of. other than what we were doing felt pretty good, of course. I raised myself slightly and looked at her face. By the indulgent light of the lamp in the nook, she looked a little flushed. I bowed my head again and opened my oral cavity, and started to suck up gently on the side of her boob, flicking her soft, warm skin with my tongue. She moaned openly and put her hand on the back of my head, pressing a little with her fingertips.

Without breaking touch, I looked up into her centre again and moaned into her bosom. I slowly eased her down, freeing my hands, untied the knock of her dressing gown fully and let it precipitate outdoors, and then started to softly chase after my fingers up and down her sides, from her hips to near her breasts. She breathed deeply again and moved her men to my shoulders, massaging them through my jacket with her palms.

Some moments later, I realized she had me at a possible disadvantage, so I stood up and took off my crownwork, and let it drop by the face of the couch. I then knelt down and unfastened my shoes and kicked them off, pushing them near to my crownwork. I went to take off my shirt, but she sat up and stopped me by putting her handwriting on top of mine.

‘ There's a fourth dimension and a place,'she whispered with a smirk.

I looked her up and down ; her dressing night-robe hanging open, exposing her pale pink skin, her low, unit of ammunition bosom, her chest moving up and down slowly, her black underwear, her thighs… ‘ Hark who's talking.'I winked. Yep. Smooth like gravel.

She stood up in movement of me and kissed my sassing, and trailed her hand down my chest to my own hired hand and took it in hers. ‘ I never said the clock time wasn't now.'She led me to the door. Up the stair. She pushed a door heart-to-heart with her foot and walked through it, and bade me sit on the bed. She stood over me and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, dropping it on the storey next to the bed, and then pushed me back and unlaced my jeans slowly.

Taking my free weight on my hands, I lifted myself up for a consequence and she took my trouser off me too. I sat up again and took off my socks, leaving me sat on her bed in just my shorts. I shifted back and pulled her onto the bed with me, making her kneel between my wooden leg, and slid my hands up her side of meat to her shoulders, helping her out of her dressing gown. She pushed me down, more forcefully this time, and kissed my neck. I tilted my fountainhead to feed her better memory access, and, closing my eyes, trailed my fingertips up and down her dorsum, slowly.

Suddenly, she bit my neck, giving me a shock absorber and making me instinctively grip her articulatio coxae and groan loudly. She bit concentrated, and I gasped and crooked my cervix further, biting my lip. She carried on, nibbling my cervix and sucking a slight, until I pulled away and rolled over, pinning her to the bed. I leaned down, as though I was going to osculate her, but I stopped just as our brim made contact, pausing to slowly flick her lip with my tongue. I teased her like this for a few s, and then gave in and kissed her hard.

I could sense myself growing more energise as the moment passed, and she must consume too : I suddenly became aware that what was in my shorts was resting on her thigh. She broke the kiss and flicked her eyes downward. Yep, she could finger it too. I wanted to have it off if… I reached down, skimming my finger's breadth faintly over her stomach, to between her branch. She was very ardent. I could find the impression of her labia through her underclothes. They were ever-so-slightly open : she must have been rather excited too.

She made a circular motion with her hip, making my finger, though I wasn't moving it, roofy around her and brush past her labia a distich of times. I pressed my palm into her, pushing upward slightly, and she bit her lip and put her hand under my arms and scratched my back. Ouch, that felt good. I growled quietly and scratched up her thigh and buttocks, giving them a gentle smacking afterward. She let out a high-pitched moan. Now that was a courteous sound to take heed. I did it again, slightly harder, and she moaned again.

I lifted myself slightly and kissed her neck, nibbling gently under her ear for a moment, and then started to sour my way down. Under her Chin, to her berm, her collarbone, her chest… I kissed between her bosom again and then touched her skin with the tip of my tongue. low I held it there for a few endorsement, and then I began tracing a tiresome, all-inclusive band around her bosom. She was breathing deeply and slowly, which I could experience as much as hear, and after two or three circles I rounded to her nipple, which was standing up… glad I wasn't the sole one.

I flicked her mammilla and kissed it, and got a acutely breathing space and a stifled moan as a reward. I laughed a slight to myself, and took her hard mammilla between my rim, sucking gently, occasionally opening my backtalk and forming an O with my rim in the midsection of her breast and pressing my tongue firmly against her nipple, licking it up and down.

Slowly, I moved down further, kissing her venter softly all around, making her shiver and suspire more harshly. I reached up to her breasts and rolled them around in my palms and kneaded them gently, while at the Same time moving down ward along her stomach, gradually working toward her navel. I licked a tight circle around her belly-button, at which she shuddered gruelling and jerked a little under my clapper. Squeezing her chest, I pushed her back down, mat against the bed, with my sass, and licked that minuscule Mexican valium again. She let out a single shaky breath and forced herself to remain in place. ‘ dependable girl,'I whispered.

She giggled as I pressed my tongue a fraction of an column inch past the sash of her childlike black underwear and licked her skin and then kissed her still-slightly-open labia. With my lips, I could feel how wet she was becoming. I pressed my tongue against the slender material, noting the pattern of her, where her button was, how warm she was to the touch… she let out another, long, moan, at the feeling of me pressing my warm, wet spit against her warm, wet vagina.

I pulled away to kneel between her feet, one of which I took in my script as I looked at her lying on the bed in the darkness. I whispered again. ‘ Does that find good ?'

‘ Yes,'she replied in a vox which was half susurration and one-half moan.

I started to rub down her animal foot with both hands, rubbing my thumbs into her fillet of sole. I'm not really into feet, but they are a voice of the body, and a sensitive one, so why leave them out ? ‘ Good.'

Massaging her groundwork, I lifted it and kissed around her ankle softly and repeatedly, as far as I could reach. I carried on for a few minutes, and then swapped to the early substructure. After a few more minutes, the proportional silence being broken every few sec by a quieten groan, I put her foot down. ‘ Turn over.'

She turned over as instructed, with me leaning back for a bit to generate her room, and then I resumed my post kneeling between her feet so that I could massage her calf. She must stomach or walk around a reasonable total, I thought to myself ; her calf-muscles were surprisingly well-developed, and a footling tense. I rolled them in my men, dragging my script up and down firmly along her legs, until they started feeling softer. I moved up to her thighs, working between her thighs and behind, which were satisfyingly strong to the touch, just like her calves.

I let my upper body relocation with the motion of my weaponry as I worked her upper berth thighs around in my hands, gently rocking back and Forth River and teasing slightly by letting my quarter round meet between her thighs. Before long, she was lifting her prat slightly off the bed and rocking a picayune with me, breathing deeply. I bent down and kissed the small of her back and gave her buttocks a squeeze. She sighed.

Moving upward, I knelt with her legs between mine, and started to rub her back, pressing firmly with the heels of my hands on either side of her spine as I rubbed upward toward her shoulders, and making fists when I reached them, moving the incline of my hands in roach to either side of meat of her neck, and bringing my hands back down, pressing my fingertips into her firm soma. I've always loved doing this, there's something relaxing for me about it.

I must sustain been getting more excited : after not many transactions I became mindful that my own external respiration was becoming shaky again, and that a sealed part of myself was resting in the groove between her buttocks, moving up and down as I leaned forward and back, still massaging her spine. I leaned further forward and pressed myself against her, feeling the firmness of her tooshie as I strained against my shorts, and I kissed the nape of her neck opening. She moved her head aside, giving me room to osculate her neck from behind, which I did, moving around from her nape to under her ear and back, only slightly aware that I was grinding slowly against her.

She suddenly turned round so that she was lying on her back, pushing my excursus as she pulled her legs out from under me. Looking up at me sideways through felid oculus full of what looked like barely-controlled rage, she forcefully pushed me down against the bed and straddled me, pressing her fork against mine and detrition in a slow, regular rhythm, and putting her deal on my chest. I was feeling almost painfully excited now, and feeling the shape of her vagina pressing invitingly against my penis through our underwear was not helping ; it was making me harder with each import that passed, and making my orchis ache and cauterize slightly.

detrition her pelvic girdle up and down on me, pressing her rut against my acerate leaf - so to speak - and taking a grip on my shoulders, she dropped down on top of me and kissed me again, still grinding as she bit my lip and sucked on my clapper. I took a steadfast grasp of her buttocks and rolled them in my men, relishing the feeling of her free weight on me, her nipples occasionally brushing mine.

I slipped my hands into her underwear, pulling her up slightly so I could reach, and reached downward with my middle fingerbreadth to find her groove. It wasn't warm any more. It was red hot, her lips still slightly open air, and slick with her succus. Moving my digit up and down and pushing a fraction of an inch inward, I noticed that she had freshly shaved… just like I had. She moved back a little again, lifting her bottom and making my finger skim upward. I stroked her clitoris gently, up and down, wetting my finger's breadth, making her moan gently against my neck as she kissed it.

I wanted to know what she tasted like. Tilting my head and looking at her face, I pulled my deal out from between her legs and raised her finger to my lips and sucked. She tasted warm, angelic. Like a fair sex should taste. I rolled round as she had, so she was under me lying on her back, and pulled myself away. Then, lifting her bottom off the bed with one hand, I took her underclothes off her and dropped it on the floor, exposing her groove for me to see for the outset metre, and it wasn't in any way a disappointment.

She looked smooth, her lips parted and exposing her pinko inside lips and hood, which were all slightly shiny with her juices. I knelt between her legs and put my script on the top side of her thighs, weighing down slightly as I slowly lowered my face. I opened my sass and exhaled gently, blowing affectionate air over her affectionate and wet exposedness. She stiffened momentarily and gasped.

I wondered how lots she liked to be teased. I started kissing her where her inner second joint became her groin very softly, dragging my lip ever closer to her groove, and sometimes pinching her delicate hide between my backtalk or flicking it with my tongue. I was again struck for a here and now by how phantasmagorical this felt… though not in a bad way, not at all.

I tilted my promontory and kissed her vallecula as though I was kissing her sassing : softly persuading her lips further apart to slide my tongue inside, moving it up and down, feeling and tasting her warmth. She was moaning low, lifting her coxa to see my kiss, and I felt her hand on my head again, scratching my scalp slightly. ‘ That's right,'I whispered between kisses.

She started to fascinate my hair, pulling my in closer still. OK, I thought - maybe she's had enough teasing. I straightened slightly and righted my head and lifted her bonnet with my top lip, and flicked her clitoris with my tongue. She shivered. More ? Well, if you insist. I flicked her again, heavy, sensing the electric stream through her as her thigh twitched and she breathed more harshly. I slowly and softly sucked on her clitoris as though it was a nipple which secreted the cherubic ambrosia. She lifted her coxa higher and I hooked my arm under her thighs, bringing her up to touch me and moving her legs so they were resting on my back.

This gave me better memory access to be able to lick and kiss and suck her groove, which I did with increasing wolfish fervour. Of all the things I've done with and to girls, this is my deary. Having a girl's kitty-cat at my mercifulness. You have no idea.

I kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue inside her and bringing it up to lick the undersurface of her clit, feeling her stiffening, her thighs straightening a little, pulling me in and holding me there, digging her heels into the small of my spine, and making me thrust gently against the duvet. I nodded gently between her stage, accentuating the trend of my tongue against her warm, inviting groove… I felt a drop cloth of unstable escape from myself, warm and then cool against the fabric of my shorts.

Now I was frantically flicking her with the tip of my knife, and feeling her pegleg tweet almost imperceptibly, stopping my head from moving away but allowing it to move around within its mellifluous confinement. I was starting to shake a little myself : my shoulders were twitching under the weight of her leg, and they weren't heavy at all.

I pulled away again suddenly, and knelt up, looking at her. Her dresser was heaving, and she looked up at me, with a gaze full phase of the moon of more of that sensation of barely-controlled fury as before. And well you might be angry.

‘ You know what I think ?'I rasped.

She moaned. ‘ What ?'

I turned her round in front of me and bent over her, biting her berm, and whispered in her ear. ‘ I think you're a very bad lady friend, having me round to do this.'And I slapped her freighter, hard. She squealed. ‘ Aren't you ?'I tickled her tail, gently swirling my fingers on her smooth tegument, barely touching, and then slapped her again.

‘ Yes,'she breathed, even more shakily than me. She stuck her buttocks up in the air. ‘ And what are you going to do about it ?'

I got off her and eased myself out of my shortstop. free at last, my aching phallus bounced up and down as the elastic snapped past them. I dropped my short pants on the storey and positioned myself so that it was freely bobbing up and down between her inner thighs. ‘ Wouldn't you like to bang ?'And I slapped her bottom a tierce sentence, and then took a grasp of myself, stroking and positioning my penis so that as I stroked it, the top stroked her clitoris. She rose and fell with my movement, inviting. No, begging.

Fine, I thought. You've begged and been teased enough now. time for the dainty to slip off your olfactory organ and into your… I pulled back slowly and then suddenly slammed myself mysterious into her, not needing to relieve her sassing open air, and felt her constrict around me, gripping me as if she was trying to suck me in deeper.

I took a clutches on her hips and very slowly pushed her away, pulling out again so only the tip was inside her, and then slammed back in to the hilt, making her throw her oral sex back and let a high-pitched squeal escape her throat. I gripped her hip harder with one paw and raised my hand as I pulled out slowly again, taking her hair in my hand and wrapping it tightly around my wrist. ‘ I'm going to do this.'I thrust into her again, making a tacky slapping noise, and heaved a oceanic abyss breath as I did it again, and again, pulling her head word back and feeling her bounce against me, edging forward and backward to fight my jab. Fuck yeah, just like that… you forget what it feels like to be squeezed by a adult female after a few calendar month, but when you feel it again it's like there hadn't been any clock time away ; it all comes flooding back… so to speak.

I imagine a few minutes went by, and then I pulled out of her completely and put my hands on her pelvic arch more gently. Her tooshie rose into the air as if to look for my penis again, but it was just beyond her reach. I then turned her round of golf again and put a helping hand on her heaving chest, positioning myself with the early to participate her missionary-style. I looked at her brass : her rima oris was hanging open and her oculus were closed. I teased her, stroking up and down with my tip, for a few mo, and then pushed deep into her again, and I saw the face on her nerve change from relatively slack and easy to that Hellenic look of what could be delight or pain.

Her articulatio coxae were meeting mine again before Sir Thomas More than a few arcsecond had passed, and as I placed my work force by her neck, she went to clobber her finger. I stopped her, leaning in and kissing her mouth with her finger's breadth still there, and then pulled away. Sucking her finger's breadth into my mouth for a moment, I then let go, leaving her digit wet with my spit. I bent my head down again to kiss her and nibble her stern lip, and as I did I felt her finger between out hips as she started to masturbate.

Her fingerbreadth flicking her clitoris as I was inside her, occasionally reaching too far and brushing the top of my penis, felt probably as good for me as it did for her. We were moving together quickly now, and both breathing heavily and moaning openly. I bit her neck where it became her shoulder, and I heard her groan loudly and fasten around me, through a burn lip. I gently kissed and nibbled her earlobe and then kissed her difficult on the oral cavity, flicking her lingua with mine as our movements became more pressing. I was starting to push a little now, holding off. I've always been able to finale quite a spell, but when it's been a while I can't lowest quite as prospicient. But it was going to bump soon if I wasn't careful.

Judging by the noises that she was making, I didn't think she would aim long now, either, so I lifted myself up so that I was kneeling again, still inside her, and lifted her bottom in my work force, so I could thrust up into her rather than down. Suddenly the noises she was making became rougher still, more creature ; more growl than moan. I gripped her bottom and pulled her up, down… up, down… deeper and faster, feeling her constricting around me, growing warmer. I was willing myself not to let go before her, but was finding it increasingly difficult to supress the periodic twitch.

She was lifting her hip up herself now, and she shifted up so that her can was resting on my thighs, her legs flying loose in the air. I took keep of her ankles, pulling them so that the soles of her infantry were pressing against my chest.

Suddenly I felt her toes curl, pinching my teat, and that wasn't all that was being pinched : she was squeezing my member hard as she broke through the wall, moaning loudly and with a surprisingly luxuriously slant and reaching out for my helping hand, which I instinctively caught and gripped. keep tight.

I felt intense heat on the underside of the tip of my penis - I didn't know she was one of those girls. Her half-scream became more and more tremulous with a fastness and variance in pitch that would take made Leslie just reach up making speakers, and her legs shook, making me redouble my grip on her ankles.

‘ Fuckfuckfuck,'she said. ‘ Don't stop,'with an edge of urgency and desperation.

‘ I'm going to come,'I groaned through gritted teeth, giving her a prospect to tell me not to let go yet.

‘ Don't. Stop.'It was an order, barked between frenzied squeals.

Have it your way. Knowing she was nigher than I was, I threw back my caput and opened my mouthpiece wide, gasping, begging the air for more oxygen as my warmheartedness beat against the prison measure of my dresser. Inside her, I felt a contraction and then tender dampness leak out of her as she arched her back, her vocalization turning from a rapid tremolo to a rapidly ascending glissando, and pushed outward with the muscleman inside her which, until now, had been squeezing me with such voracity.

Some music just has that effect on you : I let go, gasping hard, my fountainhead spinning as I pushed back against her pelvic storey, yielding a picayune but not letting her get-up-and-go me all the way out. As I twitched inside her, she gripped my hands knockout enough for it almost to hurt, and she seemed to take in every dip out of me as I came voiceless inside her.

mo later, we were both collapsed on top of the natural covering, quivering and gasping for breathing time. We lay there, hugging, holding onto each other.

We slept. We must have done, anyway, because we woke up - still naked - with morning light leaking through the coarse weave of the closed curtains.

Actually, I woke up first. I lay there for a piece, slowly becoming aware of my environs, and remembering the premature night's issue. Whoa… that really happened ? She stirred and opened one eye, looking at me and giggling.

‘ Hey,'I said. ‘ Sleep well ?'

She ran her finger across my shoulder and giggled again. ‘ Yeah. Had this weird dream though. One of my friends came round of golf out of the blue and fucked me silly.'

I reached down and touched her rut very gently. ‘ Don't speak too soon.'I touched myself. We were both gluey. ‘ Maybe your dream needs a shower.'

She nodded.

I smirked. ‘ Then I'll make that coffee. ’