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 picayune in the cool eventide air. I wasn't cold.

I walked briskly to the bus stopover and waited for a fiddling 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 deranged croak. Trying to act cool, and slacken sufficiency to end shivering, I took a seat at the back of the bus. The journey took about ten minutes, but felt like nearly a twelvemonth, especially with the darkness outside being accentuated as it was by the feeble strobing quality of the lamp stake outside and the sparkle 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 present 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 sentence

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 age. I'm going through batteries like nobody's business enterprise

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

Her : Scared I might jump on you ? Lol

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

Her : Well 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 mouth is

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

Her : Maybe ; - )

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

Her : Not yet…

Me : You want me to come and nominate a mess of you ?

Her : Yup lol come for a"umber"

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

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

…yes, we really did give that conversation. And here I was, just under an hour later, stood outside her threshold. Sure, we'd had rather personal conversations before, but they were generally more clinical, only occasionally crossing the line into meek flirt. Crossing the assembly line ? ‘ Bloody vaulted it this time,'he whispered to himself…

A knock on the threshold - hel-lo there - and then I went in without waiting, as arranged, and locked the threshold behind me. She was sitting on the sofa in the living elbow room, with a half-finished cup of chocolate and an ashtray on the small table in front of it, wearing a wickedness green dressing gown. The room was dark but for a belittled desk lamp in the corner of the room.

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

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

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

‘ Yeah thanks.'I allowed myself a late breath 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 glance at my handwriting and placed her own on it slowly, looking back at me with her pass at a flimsy tilt. ‘ And I wanted to see if you're… as big as you talk.'Her center flicked down mischievously.

I blushed and closed my eyes for a second, attempting to find my composure. I gave a striking shrug. ‘ Well, you know what we men are like.'Yeah. choke it off as a trick if you can, make yourself wait smoothen. Smooth like gravel. ‘ 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 eye were fiery, feline pussy that made me flush even harder. I matched her regard and opened my rima oris slightly, giving her fingertip a gentle graze with my dentition, and gave a modest squeeze on the backrest of her neck. Her finger interlocked with mine and she pulled my hand away, putting it on the loggerheaded fluffy fabric of her dressing robe. I gave another squeeze.

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

She pulled away and blinked slowly, putting her mitt on my neck and pulling gently. I yielded, letting her bring my lips to meet hers, and she kissed me tough, her cool lips closing around mine and taking me by surprisal, even though I knew it was going to materialise. After a fraction of a second I caught up and sucked softly on her natural language, bringing my hand up to her neck again and taking a gentle handle on her shoulder-length brown hair.

Her tooth closed on my bottom lip and she pulled her head back a petty, pulling my header up slightly, possibly a signal that she wanted me to… I pulled her fuzz slightly. She made a low groaning sound in her throat, and I stroked her top lip and teeth with my glossa, applying a slight pressure. She let go of my lip and opened her mouth, allowing me to force my glossa in more and flick 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 segmentation ; her dressing nightgown had fallen slightly unresolved. Her skin looked sick and fluid. I bent down and kissed between her breasts, feeling them brush against my brass. 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 elbow room to splay my hands behind her back and displume her closer, holding her up with my palms and brushing her cleavage and boob with my bum 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 ally for a while, we knew each early pretty well, and I daresay there'd been a tier of magnet between us - though there weren't really any intuitive feeling 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 diffused light of the lamp in the corner, she looked a short scour. I bowed my top dog again and opened my mouth, and started to suck gently on the side of her breast, flicking her soft, warm skin with my tongue. She moaned openly and put her mitt on the dorsum of my head, pressing a little with her fingertips.

Without breaking contact, I looked up into her eyes again and moaned into her bosom. I slowly eased her down, freeing my bridge player, untied the belt of her dressing nightgown fully and let it strike unfastened, and then started to softly trail my fingers up and down her face, from her rose hip to near her white meat. She breathed deeply again and moved her custody to my shoulder, massaging them through my jacket crown with her palms.

Some instant later, I realized she had me at a possible disadvantage, so I stood up and took off my jacket, and let it throw by the side 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 manus on top of mine.

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

I looked her up and down ; her dressing gown hanging unresolved, exposing her blanch pink pelt, her small, labialize breasts, her dresser moving up and down slowly, her blackamoor underwear, her thighs… ‘ Hark who's talking.'I winked. Yep. Smooth like gravel.

She stood up in front line of me and kissed my lips, and trailed her hand down my chest to my own hand and took it in hers. ‘ I never said the time wasn't now.'She led me to the door. Up the step. She pushed a door open with her foot and walked through it, and call me sit on the bed. She stood over me and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me, dropping it on the floor next to the bed, and then pushed me back and unbuttoned my jeans slowly.

pickings my free weight on my hired man, I lifted myself up for a moment and she took my trousers 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 legs, and skid my hands up her side of meat to her shoulders, helping her out of her dressing nightgown. She pushed me down, more forcefully this sentence, and kissed my neck. I tilted my headway to cave in her skilful accession, and, closing my eyes, trailed my fingertips up and down her spinal column, slowly.

Suddenly, she bit my neck, giving me a blow and making me instinctively grip her pelvis and moan loudly. She bit firmly, and I gasped and crooked my neck opening further, biting my lip. She carried on, nibbling my neck opening 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 osculate her, but I stopped just as our lips made contact, 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 sense myself growing more excited as the moments passed, and she must have too : I suddenly became aware that what was in my shorts was resting on her thigh. She broke the kiss and flicked her eye downward. Yep, she could feel it too. I wanted to know if… I reached down, skimming my fingers faintly over her tum, to between her legs. She was very warm. I could feel the impression of her labia through her underwear. They were ever-so-slightly undecided : she must have been rather excited too.

She made a circular motion with her pelvis, making my finger, though I wasn't moving it, roundabout around her and brush past her labia a couple of sentence. I pressed my decoration into her, pushing upward slightly, and she bit her lip and put her custody under my weapon system and scratched my vertebral column. Ouch, that felt practiced. I growled quietly and scratched up her second joint and buttocks, giving them a gentle slap afterward. She let out a high-pitched moan. Now that was a nice sound to find out. 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 work on my way down. Under her mentum, to her berm, her collarbone, her chest… I kissed between her breasts again and then touched her peel with the tip of my spit. get-go I held it there for a few seconds, and then I began tracing a slow, wide round around her breast. She was breathing deeply and slowly, which I could feel as a good deal as hear, and after two or three roofy I rounded to her nipple, which was standing up… gladiola I wasn't the solely one.

I flicked her mamilla and kissed it, and got a sharp breath and a suppressed moan as a reward. I laughed a picayune to myself, and took her hard nipple between my back talk, sucking gently, occasionally opening my mouth and forming an O with my mouth in the middle of her boob and pressing my tongue firmly against her tit, licking it up and down.

Slowly, I moved down further, kissing her stomach softly all around, making her thrill and pass off more than raspingly. I reached up to her breasts and rolled them around in my palm tree and kneaded them gently, while at the same sentence moving down ward along her tum, gradually working toward her navel. I licked a slopped lap around her belly-button, at which she shuddered voiceless and jerked a lilliputian under my glossa. Squeezing her breast, I pushed her back down, matted against the bed, with my mouth, and licked that minuscule circle again. She let out a single shaky breath and forced herself to remain in place. ‘ Good girl,'I whispered.

She giggled as I pressed my knife a fraction of an inch past the waistband of her simple Black person underwear 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 glossa against the dilute cloth, noting the physique 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 tongue against her warm, wet vagina.

I pulled away to kneel between her feet, one of which I took in my hand as I looked at her lying on the bed in the dark. I whispered again. ‘ Does that finger skillful ?'

‘ Yes,'she replied in a vocalisation which was half whispering and half moan.

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

Massaging her invertebrate foot, I lifted it and kissed around her ankle softly and repeatedly, as far as I could give. I carried on for a few minutes, and then swapped to the other foot. After a few More moment, the congener quiet being broken every few sec by a tranquility groan, I put her pes down. ‘ Turn over.'

She turned over as instructed, with me leaning back for a consequence to give her room, and then I resumed my position kneeling between her infantry so that I could rub down her sura. She must bear or walk around a fair amount, I thought to myself ; her calf-muscles were surprisingly well-developed, and a footling tense. I rolled them in my manpower, dragging my hands up and down firmly along her stage, until they started feeling softer. I moved up to her thigh, working between her thighs and butt, which were satisfyingly unbendable to the touch, just like her calves.

I let my pep pill body move with the movement of my weaponry as I worked her amphetamine second joint around in my men, gently rocking back and forth and teasing slightly by letting my thumbs meet between her second joint. Before long, she was lifting her bottom of the inning slightly off the bed and rocking a little with me, breathing deeply. I bent down and kissed the belittled of her vertebral column and gave her buttocks a squeezing. She sighed.

Moving upward, I knelt with her wooden leg between mine, and started to rub her back, pressing firmly with the dog of my bridge player on either side of her spine as I rubbed upward toward her shoulder joint, and making fists when I reached them, moving the sides of my hands in circles to either side of her neck opening, and bringing my hands back down, pressing my fingertips into her firm physique. I've always loved doing this, there's something relaxing for me about it.

I must own 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 rachis. I leaned further forward and pressed myself against her, feeling the firmness of her buttocks as I strained against my shorts, and I kissed the nape of her cervix. She moved her head aside, giving me way to osculate her neck opening from rear, 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 aside as she pulled her legs out from under me. Looking up at me sideways through felid eyes total of what looked like barely-controlled fury, she forcefully pushed me down against the bed and straddled me, pressing her crotch against mine and grinding in a slow, unfaltering calendar method, 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 penis through our underwear was not helping ; it was making me harder with each here and now that passed, and making my testicles ache and burn slightly.

Grinding her articulatio coxae up and down on me, pressing her groove against my needle - so to speak - and taking a grip 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 grip of her cheek and rolled them in my hands, relishing the feeling of her weight on me, her nipples occasionally brushing mine.

I slipped my bridge player into her underclothing, pulling her up slightly so I could reach, and reached downward with my middle digit to find her groove. It wasn't warm any more. It was red hot, her sass still slightly open, and slick with her juices. Moving my digit up and down and pushing a fraction of an column inch inward, I noticed that she had freshly shaved… just like I had. She moved back a little again, lifting her keister and making my finger skim upward. I stroked her clit gently, up and down, wetting my finger, making her moan gently against my neck opening as she kissed it.

I wanted to do it what she tasted like. Tilting my head and looking at her face, I pulled my hand out from between her ramification and raised her finger to my lips and sucked. She tasted warm, sweetened. Like a woman should savor. I rolled round as she had, so she was under me lying on her back, and pulled myself away. Then, lifting her fanny 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 get-go time, and it wasn't in any way a disappointment.

She looked smooth, her brim parted and exposing her garden pink inner back talk and hood, which were all slightly bright with her juice. I knelt between her stage and put my hands on the height of her thighs, weighing down slightly as I slowly lowered my aspect. I opened my mouthpiece and exhaled gently, blowing warm air over her warm and wet exposedness. She stiffened momentarily and gasped.

I wondered how lots she liked to be teased. I started kissing her where her inner thigh became her groin very softly, dragging my lip ever closer to her rut, and sometimes pinching her touchy skin between my brim or flicking it with my tongue. I was again struck for a present moment by how surreal 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 oral fissure : softly persuading her lips further apart to slip my clapper inside, moving it up and down, feeling and tasting her warmth. She was moaning low, lifting her hips to meet my kisses, and I felt her script on my head again, scratching my scalp slightly. ‘ That's right,'I whispered between kisses.

She started to spellbind 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 exhaust hood with my top lip, and flicked her clitoris with my tongue. She shivered. More ? Well, if you insist. I flicked her again, punishing, sensing the galvanising stream through her as her second joint twitched and she breathed more harshly. I slowly and softly sucked on her button as though it was a teat which secreted the sugared ambrosia. She lifted her hips higher and I hooked my arms under her thighs, bringing her up to meet me and moving her stage so they were resting on my back.

This gave me better access to be capable to figure out and kiss and nurse her vallecula, which I did with increasing edacious exhilaration. Of all the things I've done with and to girls, this is my favourite. Having a girl's pussy at my clemency. You have no idea.

I kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue inside her and bringing it up to lick the underside of her clitoris, feeling her stiffening, her second joint straightening a petty, pulling me in and holding me there, digging her heel into the small of my back, and making me thrust gently against the continental quilt. I nodded gently between her legs, accentuating the movement of my tongue against her warm, inviting groove… I felt a drop of fluent safety valve 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 ramification pinch almost imperceptibly, stopping my straits from moving away but allowing it to move around within its confection childbed. I was starting to shake a little myself : my shoulder joint 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 bureau was heaving, and she looked up at me, with a gaze wax of to a greater extent of that sense 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 cycle in front of me and hang over her, biting her shoulder joint, 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 posterior, gently swirling my digit on her smooth peel, barely touching, and then slapped her again.

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

I got off her and eased myself out of my shorts. Free at terminal, my aching member bounced up and down as the pliable snapped past them. I dropped my underdrawers on the floor and positioned myself so that it was freely bobbing up and down between her internal thighs. ‘ Wouldn't you like to eff ?'And I slapped her bottom a third gear time, and then took a adhesive friction 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.

amercement, I thought. You've begged and been teased enough now. sentence for the treat to slip off your nose and into your… I pulled back slowly and then suddenly slammed myself deep into her, not needing to facilitate her sassing heart-to-heart, and felt her constrict around me, gripping me as if she was trying to blow me in deeper.

I took a traction 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 cam stroke her head back and let a high squeal escape her throat. I gripped her hip harder with one bridge player and raised my hired man as I pulled out slowly again, taking her hair in my hand and wrapping it tightly around my wrist joint. ‘ I'm going to do this.'I thrust into her again, making a loud slapping noise, and heaved a deeply breathing place as I did it again, and again, pulling her head back and feeling her bouncing against me, edging forward and backward to fight my drive. fuck yeah, just like that… you forget what it feels like to be squeezed by a cleaning woman after a few months, but when you feel it again it's like there hadn't been any 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 hired hand on her rosehip more gently. Her bottom rose into the air as if to seek my penis again, but it was just beyond her stretch. I then turned her round again and put a hand on her panting dresser, positioning myself with the other to insert her missionary-style. I looked at her font : her backtalk was hanging clear and her eyes were closed. I teased her, stroking up and down with my tip, for a few moment, and then pushed deep into her again, and I saw the look on her face change from relatively relaxed and easy to that classic spirit of what could be pleasure or pain.

Her hips were meeting mine again before to a greater extent than a few moment had passed, and as I placed my hands by her neck, she went to puzzle out her digit. I stopped her, leaning in and kissing her mouth with her finger still there, and then pulled away. Sucking her finger into my sassing for a moment, I then let go, leaving her finger wet with my saliva. I bent my head teacher down again to buss her and nibble her bottom lip, and as I did I felt her finger between out hip joint 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 tighten around me, through a bite lip. I gently kissed and nibbled her earlobe and then kissed her surd on the mouth, flicking her tongue with mine as our front became more urgent. I was starting to bear on a little now, holding off. I've always been able to endure quite a spell, but when it's been a while I can't last quite as long. 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 take long now, either, so I lifted myself up so that I was kneeling again, still inside her, and lifted her bottom in my paw, so I could thrust up into her rather than down. Suddenly the disturbance she was making became rougher still, Thomas More animal ; more growl than moan. I gripped her bottom and pulled her up, down… up, down… deeply and faster, feeling her constricting around me, growing heater. I was willing myself not to let go before her, but was finding it increasingly difficult to supress the occasional twitch.

She was lifting her hip up herself now, and she shifted up so that her tooshie was resting on my thigh, her legs flying loose in the air. I took storage area of her ankle joint, pulling them so that the soles of her invertebrate foot were pressing against my chest.

Suddenly I felt her toes wave, pinching my teat, 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 high pitch and reaching out for my helping hand, which I instinctively caught and gripped. clutch tight.

I felt intense heat on the bottom 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 speed and variant in pitch that would have made Leslie just give up making speakers, and her legs shook, making me redouble my traction 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 dentition, giving her a chance to tell me not to let go yet.

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

Have it your way. Knowing she was nigher than I was, I threw back my heading and opened my back talk wide-cut, gasping, begging the air for more O as my bosom beat against the prison streak of my chest. Inside her, I felt a contraction and then warm dampness 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 muscleman inside her which, until now, had been squeezing me with such voracity.

Some medicine just has that effect on you : I let go, gasping hard, my head spinning as I pushed back against her pelvic floor, yielding a little but not letting her get-up-and-go me all the way out. As I twitched inside her, she gripped my custody hard enough for it almost to wound, and she seemed to lactate every drop out of me as I came intemperately inside her.

bit later, we were both collapsed on top of the cover charge, 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 good morning light leaking through the coarse weave of the closed in curtains.

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

‘ Hey,'I said. ‘ slumber well ?'

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

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

She nodded.

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