Hazel's Great Idea

She always seemed to get me tied up in her crazy plans. I swear, I was supposed to be home and in bed, watching Say Yes To The Dress. As depressing as it may go to some, for me, it was a perfect Friday nighttime. A little Ben and Jerry's would bring in it even better.

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

Great, now I'm left down here with 10 virtual stranger. hazelnut tree had taken my car Florida key earlier, so that I wouldn't leave, and shown me to a guest way for me to gate-crash in. As I look around at the other multitude, most are still coupled up. I decide to grab a washing soda and a collation, and head up to my room.

I close the fridge and out of nowhere a tall, nighttime haired guy that I had noticed earlier, pushed me back onto the electric refrigerator door, pinned my shoulders, and before I could propel or fight him off, flora a buss on my lips. He pulls back, and smiles, then comes back in for another kiss. He released my articulatio humeri, and gently grabbed the side of my boldness. He kissed me like the moody stranger kisses a young lady in all of the old picture I like to observe. It was seductive and oddly passionate, considering I didn't even eff his figure. I had been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away, and made me feel lightheaded. Although it could have been because of the crafty punch I'd had earlier, I strongly doubted it.

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

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

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

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

I've never been good at flirting, so I just smiled. The biff had me feeling pretty relaxed, but not enough to relax my tongue. It didn't matter, a second later I was back against the fridge. This time he didn't just set on my lips. He parted my sassing and teased my tongue with his. I haven't had many tongues in my mouth, but I could tell his tongue had played in a more than a few. It was so strong and sure. It left me no doubt that he was in control condition. I felt my clitoris begin to thrill. in effect thing I had thought to pack my petite travel vibrator. I was gon na postulate it after this fondling session. I asked myself repeatedly why I was allowing this. I was too distracted by this mind blowing moment to come up with an answer.

He started kissing my neck and nibbling my earlobes. All the while, his hands were rubbing my hips and ass. I should have rethought the short skirt I was wearing, but more than than that, I should birth ignored Pomaderris apetala's suggestion to go without step-in. She'd said the panty line was detectable, and since I was too prude to wear upon a G-string, I should go without tonight. Maybe this was the one clip I should give followed my own mind. Just then, I felt his oral fissure on my nipple. I hadn't even noticed him unbutton my blouse, yet there he was, suckling on me like a newborn baby. I heard him moan, aloud and mystifying. Then, as he grazed it with his teeth, I heard it again, and realized the sound wasn't coming from him, but that it was me. One of his hands made it under my doll, and directly to my wet slur. He zeroed in on my pounding button, and rubbed it slowly but steadily. As he sucked on the one nipple and pinched the other firmly, his pace quickened on my hot and hard clit. His rim met mine again, and his thumb was now working my clitoris, as his beginning two fingers entered me. I gasp and he kisses me harder as his fingers continue to make my head spin.

Never leaving my hot spot or my oral cavity, he maneuvers us over to the kitchen table. I found myself lying back, and after stroking me a few more sentence with his fingers, he quickly snatched his hired hand away and replaced it with his mouth. He darted his toilsome tongue into my hole, and hungrily lapped up my juices. He explored every column inch of it inside, slurped on it, the sounds sending me into a delirium. I lift my rose hip to make it easier for him to lap me freely. His fingers were back inside of me, fucking me knockout, but instead of his quarter round on my clitoris, this time it was his wet, hot, hungry oral cavity. Licking it feverishly and sucking it like a baby's dummy. He was pounding my pussy so hard, I could hear my juice splashing. He reached up and grasped a nipple between his digit. rolling and squeezing it, while he continued to make my twat tremble and constrict. I felt the passion rush up my body, from my internal thigh, and my consistence began to tighten.

All at once, he stopped. He stopped everything, and just stood there, looking at me wiggle on the table. I wanted him badly, and he knew it. My whole organic structure was on ardour, and little trembles moved throughout me.

Do I meet it assuredness, and get up now, fix my wearing apparel and go up to my room alone ? Do I bid him up with me to finish what he started ? Whatever I decided, two thing were for sure. I would never leave this night, and I might just take that damn hazel tree's prompting more often .