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 petty in the cool evening air. I wasn't cold.

I walked briskly to the bus stop and waited for a slight under two hour, and when I bought my tag I spoke as quietly as possible, so my voice wouldn't sound too shaky : instead it sounded like a deranged croak. Trying to act cool, and loosen sufficiency to break shivering, I took a seat at the back of the bus. The journey took about ten minutes, but felt like nearly a class, especially with the darkness outside being accentuated as it was by the feeble strobing timber of the lamp position outside and the lights in the bus.

I stepped out of the bus and started to walk to the house of the somebody I was visiting, which was just round a nook 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 time

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 batteries like cipher's business

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

Her : Scared I might spring on you ? Lol

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

Her : Well wouldn't that be a shame

Me : Let's just say you might see a unlike side to me if you're not deliberate

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

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

Her : Maybe ; - )

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

Her : Not yet…

Me : You want me to fall and do a heap of you ?

Her : Yup lol come for a"coffee"

Me : …fine. I'll snatch a rain shower and be there in an 60 minutes ; - )

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

…yes, we really did have that conversation. And here I was, just under an time of day later, stood outside her doorway. for certain, we'd had rather personal conversations before, but they were generally more clinical, only occasionally crossing the line into mild flirtation. Crossing the production line ? ‘ Bloody vaulted it this clip,'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 support way, with a half-finished cup of coffee and an ashtray on the low tabular array in front of it, wearing a wickedness common dressing gown. The room was dark but for a small desk lamp in the box of the room.

I sat next to her and put my arm around her briefly, stifling a sharp breathing place, in a salutation hug. She smiled a piffling and kissed my cheek.

Somehow I managed to speak. ‘ Have a Nice day ?'

‘ Yeah, and you ?'She didn't auditory sensation quite as rickety as me. Not quite.

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

She laughed, a tiny and vaguely maniacal sound. ‘ Well it's been a while.'She cast a coup d'oeil at my hand and placed her own on it slowly, looking back at me with her chief at a flimsy arguing. ‘ And I wanted to see if you're… as big as you talk.'Her optic flicked down mischievously.

I blushed and closed my eyes for a here and now, attempting to regain my composure. I gave a dramatic shrug. ‘ well, you know what we men are like.'Yeah. Pass it off as a joke if you can, make yourself look smooth. Smooth like crushed rock. ‘ We all talk big and then inevita - ‘

She put her finger on my lip. ‘ You're not backing out now, sunshine.'I looked at her face. Her eyes were fiery, felid slits that made me redden even harder. I matched her gaze and opened my mouth slightly, giving her fingertip a mollify grazing with my teeth, and gave a small wring on the back of her neck opening. Her fingers interlocked with mine and she pulled my paw away, putting it on the heavyset fluffy fabric of her dressing gown. I gave another squeeze.

Keeping eye contact for as long as I could, I leaned my head forward and kissed her neck, just under her ear. This finish I could hear her payoff in a deep breath. I flicked her earlobe playfully with the tip of my clapper, and felt her shiver slightly. I'm not sure she was stale either.

She pulled away and blinked slowly, putting her hired man on my neck and pulling gently. I yielded, letting her bring my sassing to meet hers, and she kissed me arduous, her poise brim closing around mine and taking me by surprise, even though I knew it was going to come about. After a fraction of a second I caught up and sucked softly on her tongue, bringing my hired man up to her neck again and taking a gentle grip on her shoulder-length brown hair.

Her teeth closed on my arse lip and she pulled her head back a piddling, pulling my head word up slightly, possibly a signal that she wanted me to… I pulled her hair slightly. She made a low groaning audio in her pharynx, and I stroked her top lip and teeth with my natural language, applying a little insistence. She let go of my lip and opened her oral cavity, allowing me to push my tongue in more and leaf 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 center down and noticed her cleavage ; her dressing surgical gown had fallen slightly open. Her skin looked pale and smooth. I bent down and kissed between her breasts, feeling them brush against my buttock. They were smooth. I ran my tongue up and down slowly, barely touching.

Her back arched a little, pushing her thorax against my tongue and giving me room to slide my handwriting behind her back and extract her closer, holding her up with my medal and brushing her cleavage and boob with my nates 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 friends for a piece, we knew each early pretty well, and I daresay there'd been a level of attraction between us - though there weren't really any tone that I knew of. other than what we were doing matte pretty good, of course. I raised myself slightly and looked at her expression. By the gentle visible radiation of the lamp in the box, she looked a little flushed. I bowed my head again and opened my mouth, and started to suck gently on the side of her tit, flicking her cushy, warm skin with my lingua. She moaned openly and put her hired man on the back of my head, pressing a little with her fingertips.

Without breaking contact lens, I looked up into her eyes again and moaned into her bosom. I slowly eased her down, freeing my work force, untied the belt of her dressing robe fully and let it come down out-of-doors, and then started to softly drop back my fingers up and down her sides, from her coxa to near her breast. She breathed deeply again and moved her hands to my shoulders, massaging them through my jacket with her palms.

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

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

I looked her up and down ; her dressing gown hanging surface, exposing her pale pink skin, her small, polish up tit, her dresser moving up and down slowly, her black underwear, her thighs… ‘ Hark who's talking.'I winked. Yep. Smooth like gravel.

She stood up in front of me and kissed my lips, and trailed her hand down my chest of drawers to my own bridge player and took it in hers. ‘ I never said the prison term wasn't now.'She led me to the door. Up the steps. She pushed a door open air with her foot and walked through it, and tender me sit on the bed. She stood over me and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, dropping it on the base next to the bed, and then pushed me back and unbuttoned my dungaree slowly.

Taking my weight on my manus, I lifted myself up for a bit and she took my pant 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 kneeling between my legs, and slid my hired hand up her side 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 head to have her serious admittance, and, closing my oculus, trailed my fingertips up and down her cover, slowly.

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

I could find myself growing more charge as the moments passed, and she must have too : I suddenly became cognizant that what was in my shorts was resting on her thigh. She broke the buss and flicked her eyes downward. Yep, she could feel it too. I wanted to get it on if… I reached down, skimming my fingerbreadth faintly over her breadbasket, to between her pegleg. She was very warm. I could feel the impression of her labia through her underwear. They were ever-so-slightly give : she must give been rather excited too.

She made a circular motion with her hip, making my finger, though I wasn't moving it, circle around her and coppice past her labia a twosome of times. I pressed my palm into her, pushing upward slightly, and she bit her lip and put her hands under my arms and scratched my spinal column. Ouch, that felt good. I growled quietly and scratched up her thighs and buttocks, giving them a gentle slap afterward. She let out a high groan. Now that was a nice strait to hear. I did it again, slightly harder, and she moaned again.

I lifted myself slightly and kissed her neck opening, nibbling gently under her ear for a moment, and then started to wreak my way down. Under her Chin, to her shoulder, her collarbone, her chest… I kissed between her breasts again and then touched her skin with the tip of my tongue. First I held it there for a few seconds, and then I began tracing a slacken, wide-cut rope around her breast. She was breathing deeply and slowly, which I could feel as much as hear, and after two or three rotary I rounded to her mammilla, which was standing up… gladiola I wasn't the merely one.

I flicked her nipple and kissed it, and got a needlelike breath and a stifled moan as a reward. I laughed a petty to myself, and took her tough teat between my brim, sucking gently, occasionally opening my oral cavity and forming an O with my brim in the middle of her breast and pressing my clapper firmly against her mammilla, licking it up and down.

Slowly, I moved down further, kissing her belly softly all around, making her shudder and breathe Sir Thomas More harshly. I reached up to her bosom and rolled them around in my palms and kneaded them gently, while at the same time moving down ward along her abdomen, gradually working toward her omphalos. I licked a tight circle around her belly-button, at which she shuddered toilsome and jerked a small under my tongue. Squeezing her chest, I pushed her back down, flat against the bed, with my lip, and licked that lowercase roundabout again. She let out a individual shaky breath and forced herself to remain in place. ‘ serious girl,'I whispered.

She giggled as I pressed my tongue a fraction of an inch past the waistband of her simple black-market underclothes and licked her skin and then kissed her still-slightly-open labia. With my back talk, I could find how wet she was becoming. I pressed my tongue against the thin fabric, noting the shape of her, where her button was, how warm she was to the touch… she let out another, long, moan, at the feel of me pressing my warm, wet tongue against her warm, wet vagina.

I pulled away to kneel between her infantry, one of which I took in my handwriting as I looked at her lying on the bed in the darkness. I whispered again. ‘ Does that palpate honest ?'

‘ Yes,'she replied in a voice which was half susurration and half moan.

I started to massage her foot with both hands, rubbing my thumb into her sole. I'm not really into invertebrate foot, but they are a component of the consistency, and a sensitive one, so why leave them out ? ‘ Good.'

Massaging her human foot, I lifted it and kissed around her ankle softly and repeatedly, as far as I could reach. I carried on for a few transactions, and then swapped to the other foot. After a few Thomas More minute, the relative silence being broken every few seconds by a restrained moan, I put her base down. ‘ Turn over.'

She turned over as instructed, with me leaning back for a moment to give her room, and then I resumed my position kneeling between her feet so that I could knead her calfskin. She must stand or take the air around a fair amount, I thought to myself ; her calf-muscles were surprisingly well-developed, and a trivial tense. I rolled them in my bridge player, dragging my helping hand up and down firmly along her legs, until they started feeling softer. I moved up to her thighs, working between her second joint and buttocks, which were satisfyingly firm to the touch, just like her calves.

I let my upper body move with the question of my arms as I worked her upper thighs around in my custody, gently rocking back and forth and teasing slightly by letting my flick meet between her second joint. Before tenacious, she was lifting her bottom slightly off the bed and rocking a little with me, breathing deeply. I bent down and kissed the small of her spine and gave her buttocks a squeezing. She sighed.

Moving upward, I knelt with her peg 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 clenched fist when I reached them, moving the side of meat of my hands in circles to either side of her neck, and bringing my mitt back down, pressing my fingertips into her firm bod. I've always loved doing this, there's something relaxing for me about it.

I must have been getting more excited : after not many minutes I became cognizant that my own respiration was becoming shaky again, and that a certain part of myself was resting in the groove between her buttocks, moving up and down as I leaned forward and back, still massaging her back. I leaned further forward and pressed myself against her, feeling the firmness of her fundament as I strained against my shorts, and I kissed the nape of her neck opening. She moved her head aside, giving me room to kiss her neck from behind, which I did, moving around from her scruff 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 divagation as she pulled her legs out from under me. Looking up at me sideways through felid center full of what looked like barely-controlled frenzy, she forcefully pushed me down against the bed and straddled me, pressing her crotch against mine and abrasion in a slow, unfluctuating rhythm, and putting her hands on my chest. I was feeling almost painfully excited now, and feeling the shape of her vagina pressing invitingly against my member through our underclothing was not helping ; it was making me harder with each moment that passed, and making my egg ache and incinerate slightly.

Grinding her pelvis up and down on me, pressing her rut against my acerate leaf - so to speak - and taking a handgrip on my berm, she dropped down on top of me and kissed me again, still grinding as she bit my lip and sucked on my tongue. I took a firm bobby pin of her tail end and rolled them in my hands, relishing the feeling of her free weight on me, her nipples occasionally brushing mine.

I slipped my hands into her underclothing, pulling her up slightly so I could progress to, and reached downward with my middle fingerbreadth to find her channel. It wasn't warm any more. It was red hot, her lip still slightly open, and slick with her juices. 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 derriere and making my finger skim upward. I stroked her clitoris gently, up and down, wetting my finger, 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 hired man out from between her legs and raised her finger to my lips and sucked. She tasted strong, sweet-scented. Like a woman should taste. I rolled bout 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 underwear off her and dropped it on the floor, exposing her rut for me to see for the first prison term, and it wasn't in any way a disappointment.

She looked smooth, her sassing parted and exposing her garden pink inner lips and hood, which were all slightly shiny with her juices. I knelt between her legs and put my workforce on the upside of her thighs, weighing down slightly as I slowly lowered my face. I opened my mouth and exhaled gently, blowing affectionate air over her warm and wet exposedness. She stiffened momentarily and gasped.

I wondered how often she liked to be teased. I started kissing her where her privileged thigh became her bulwark very softly, dragging my lip ever closer to her vallecula, and sometimes pinching her delicate skin between my lips or flicking it with my tongue. I was again struck for a moment by how phantasmagoric this felt… though not in a bad way, not at all.

I tilted my head and kissed her groove as though I was kissing her backtalk : softly persuading her lips further apart to slide my glossa inside, moving it up and down, feeling and tasting her warmness. She was moaning low, lifting her hips to foregather 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 grapple my tomentum, pulling my in closer still. OK, I thought - maybe she's had enough teasing. I straightened slightly and righted my head and lifted her cowl with my top lip, and flicked her clitoris with my glossa. She shivered. More ? Well, if you insist. I flicked her again, difficult, sensing the electric current through her as her thighs twitched and she breathed more harshly. I slowly and softly sucked on her button as though it was a teat which secreted the sweetest nectar. She lifted her hips higher and I hooked my arms under her second joint, bringing her up to meet me and moving her wooden leg so they were resting on my back.

This gave me better access to be able to work out and kiss and suck her groove, which I did with increasing famished excitement. Of all the thing I've done with and to girls, this is my deary. Having a girl's kitty at my mercy. You have no idea.

I kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue inside her and bringing it up to bat the bottom of her button, feeling her rigidification, her thighs straightening a minuscule, pulling me in and holding me there, digging her cad into the diminished of my back, and making me driving force gently against the duvet. I nodded gently between her legs, accentuating the effort of my tongue against her warm, inviting groove… I felt a bead of unstable escape from myself, warm and then cool against the cloth of my shorts.

Now I was frantically flicking her with the tip of my natural language, and feeling her legs flip almost imperceptibly, stopping my capitulum from moving away but allowing it to strike around within its sweet restriction. I was starting to shake a piddling myself : my shoulder were twitching under the weight of her legs, and they weren't heavy at all.

I pulled away again suddenly, and knelt up, looking at her. Her chest was heaving, and she looked up at me, with a gaze wide-cut 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 nominal head of me and bent grass over her, biting her berm, and whispered in her ear. ‘ I think you're a very bad girl, having me round to do this.'And I slapped her bottom, hard. She squealed. ‘ Aren't you ?'I tickled her bottom, gently swirling my fingerbreadth on her polish peel, barely touching, and then slapped her again.

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

I got off her and eased myself out of my trunks. free people at last, my aching penis bounced up and down as the rubber band snapped past them. I dropped my shorts on the floor and positioned myself so that it was freely bobbing up and down between her privileged thighs. ‘ Wouldn't you like to live ?'And I slapped her behind a third clip, and then took a bag of myself, stroking and positioning my penis so that as I stroked it, the top stroked her button. She rose and fell with my bm, inviting. No, begging.

Fine, I thought. You've begged and been teased enough now. clip for the delicacy to skid off your horn in and into your… I pulled back slowly and then suddenly slammed myself trench into her, not needing to relieve her brim open, and felt her constrict around me, gripping me as if she was trying to suck me in deeper.

I took a grip 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 head back and let a high-pitched squeal escape her throat. I gripped her hip harder with one manus and raised my hand as I pulled out slowly again, taking her haircloth in my hand and swathe it tightly around my wrist. ‘ I'm going to do this.'I thrust into her again, making a loud slapping interference, and heaved a deep breath as I did it again, and again, pulling her head back and feeling her bouncing against me, edging forward and backward to oppose my driving force. piece of ass 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 metre 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 hips more gently. Her bottom rose into the air as if to seek my member again, but it was just beyond her reach. I then turned her unit of ammunition again and put a hired man on her panting dresser, positioning myself with the other to move into her missionary-style. I looked at her facial expression : her mouth was hanging overt and her eye were closed. I teased her, stroking up and down with my tip, for a few second gear, and then pushed deep into her again, and I saw the look on her face alteration from relatively relaxed and easy to that classic look of what could be pleasance or pain.

Her hips were meeting mine again before more than a few endorsement had passed, and as I placed my custody by her neck, she went to lick her fingerbreadth. I stopped her, leaning in and kissing her mouth with her finger still there, and then pulled away. Sucking her finger into my mouth for a moment, I then let go, leaving her finger wet with my saliva. I bent my brain down again to kiss her and nybble her bottomland lip, and as I did I felt her digit between out hips as she started to masturbate.

Her finger 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 constrain around me, through a bite lip. I gently kissed and nibbled her earlobe and then kissed her hard on the mouth, flicking her knife with mine as our movements became more pressing. I was starting to crusade a short now, holding off. I've always been able to hold out quite a while, but when it's been a while I can't last-place quite as longsighted. But it was going to happen soon if I wasn't careful.

judgement by the haphazardness that she was making, I didn't think she would require long now, either, so I lifted myself up so that I was kneeling again, still inside her, and lifted her fundament in my hired hand, so I could pierce up into her rather than down. Suddenly the stochasticity she was making became jumpy still, more fleshly ; more growl than moan. I gripped her bottom and pulled her up, down… up, down… mysterious 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 episodic twitch.

She was lifting her hip joint up herself now, and she shifted up so that her bottom was resting on my thighs, her leg flying loose in the air. I took hold of her ankles, pulling them so that the soles of her metrical foot were pressing against my chest.

Suddenly I felt her toes curl, pinching my mamilla, and that wasn't all that was being pinched : she was squeezing my penis hard as she broke through the wall, moaning loudly and with a surprisingly senior high slant and reaching out for my hands, which I instinctively caught and gripped. Hold tight.

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

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

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

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

Have it your way. Knowing she was closer than I was, I threw back my school principal and opened my mouth spacious, gasping, begging the air for Sir Thomas More atomic number 8 as my warmheartedness beat against the prison bars of my breast. Inside her, I felt a contraction and then affectionate damp leak out of her as she arched her back, her voice turning from a rapid tremolo to a rapidly ascending glissando, and pushed outward with the sinew inside her which, until now, had been squeezing me with such voracity.

Some euphony just has that force on you : I let go, gasping hard, my straits spinning as I pushed back against her pelvic floor, yielding a trivial but not letting her push me all the way out. As I twitched inside her, she gripped my hands hard enough for it almost to hurt, and she seemed to suck every drib out of me as I came hard inside her.

here and now later, we were both collapsed on top of the covers, quivering and gasping for breath. 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 rough-cut weave of the come together curtains.

Actually, I woke up first. I lay there for a while, slowly becoming aware of my surroundings, and remembering the old dark's case. Whoa… that really happened ? She stirred and opened one eye, looking at me and giggling.

‘ Hey,'I said. ‘ Sleep well ?'

She ran her finger's breadth across my shoulder and giggled again. ‘ Yeah. Had this eldritch dream though. One of my friends came one shot out of the blue and fucked me silly.'

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

She nodded.

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