When I came home to find an empty house, I was a little lost. There I was, nineteen years old, ready to enjoy my vacation to the fullest, and all my keys were locked inside the house, and I had no way to get in. It looked like this break was gonna be a complete flop. Luckily, it looked as though my next- door neighbors were still home, so I grabbed my bags and walked to their front door.As I rang the bell, I began to hope that Stacy's parents would be home. My anxiety disappeared as the door began to open before I even got there. There was Stacy, a girl from my high school! We'd been the best of friends since the eighth grade, but nothing more - there was always a bit of flirting, but never anything more.There was Stacy, standing in rather loose clothes t-shirt and jeans that I was so used to. Her hair was tied back into a bun, the same way she always had it for the last few years. She was never one to dress more than just casually or bother with much make-up, "Paul!" she exclaim
"Well you see..." I tried to explain, but only had a chance to get out those three words before she reached over and began to play with my cock. She began to tickle the underside of my dick with her nails, cupping my balls with her free hand as she did so. My cock instantly twitched, and before it could fall back down, she caught it in her mouth. With an expertise I had never expected, she began to move up and down my rock-hard penis, stroking it, moving up and down with her tongue and sliding her hands up and down to excite me."I think I'm gonna cum!" I exclaimed, and she suddenly pulled her head and hands away from my stiff rod. "What are you doing??" I screamed, bewildered. Without an answer, she lunged forward and deep-throated me, instantly forcing me to cum down her throat, swallowing every last drop. As if it wasn't enough, she began to milk me, lapping up every remaining drop with the very tip of her tongue, driving me crazy all over again."Where did that come from?!" I e
We have been in the car nearly all morning. I want a hotel on the beach and Greg isn't that picky. He thinks any hotel with a bed will do perfectly. I, on the other hand, have visions of frolicking on the beach looking trim, toned and sexy.Finally, we drove up to a huge hotel, right on the beach. All the rooms have balconies, and there is actually a vacancy. The bellhop assists us to the third floor, opening the door and following us inside. It is a lovely room, light and airy, the decor in bright pastels. There is a huge king-size bed, looking very inviting. One entire wall is a window, with a sliding glass door that the bellboy opens. The curtains billow into the room, the beach is right below us, the water looking green and refreshing.When Jason, the friendly bellhop, leaves, Greg kicks off his shoes and stretches out on the bed. He strikes a pose against the headboard, trying to look sexy and desirable. In truth, he is very tempting. We had made a silly wager that we could not
I must confess, I am not an ocean woman. I like to see where my feet are, know the distance to the bottom and feel sure that nothing is going to nibble my toes. So, very soon, I suggested we move to the giant hotel pool. Greg was pretty agreeable. We carried our floats and walked over to the paved area. Ah, clear blue water, cool and not too deep. We jumped into the deep end and lingered there, kissing and discreetly touching under the water. I cupped his hard cock, my fingers searching for his full balls, massaging them. We ordered drinks, and climbed from the pool, lounging in the sun. Greg applied lotion to my exposed skin, lingering longer than I thought necessary. His fingers slowly massaged my skin, the drink affecting my mind. Greg knows me so well. Many days, he has come home from work to find me sunning in the backyard, and I attack him as soon as I see him. There is something about the bright sun and being naked or nearly so, it makes me crave sex. The longer we sat
It must be a slow night I think to myself as I take a quick glance around the near deserted bar. I look toward the only other occupants, three middle-aged men hell-bent on downing a couple pitchers of beer. It's apparent they're not in the first round either.They laugh loudly, shout, and are totally absorbed in some primal male bonding ritual. They're slapping each other's shoulders and spouting the ribald humor that can only be appreciated in an inebriated state. I wonder if a table of drunken women is as insufferable to listen to. What really irritates me though, is the fact not a single one of them has bothered to check me out. Sure I'm not the svelte and glamorous babe I used to be, but surely I warrant at least a token leer or remark. I was a runway model just twenty pounds and fifteen years ago, and the extra weight has only enhanced my curves. Do men enjoy a bony ass?Motioning the bartender for another screwdriver, I wonder what rock he crawled out from under. His scrawny a
"That sounds great. Do you have anywhere particular in mind?" I desperately hope he doesn't say McDonald's."Well, there's a really nice Italian restaurant just down the street," he says, "I've only been there twice, but it was great both times" "Perfect, I love Italian"We leave the bar and walk out to the near deserted street. It seems all the shops have closed for the night, and even the last stragglers of the downtown commuters have managed to escape the usual bustle. Alex continues talking as we slowly walk toward the restaurant. I enjoy the long- missed attention he gives me. I wonder if he'd mind if I held his hand? I'd like to.The restaurant is impressive. The décor has the appeal of an Italian garden restaurant, with small intimate tables isolated from each other by wonderful greenery sprouting from the surrounding planters. The soft ethnic music in the background adds just a perfect ambiance for an intimate dinner with a special companion. I wonder if I can chalk this u
Besides, would it be so bad if he were actually attracted to me?"Well ok, but I don't have a car, so you driving?"I can see his face light up from my response, and he replies, "Unfortunately mine's in the shop at the moment, but I'll be happy to get us a cab. I don't live too far away"The cabbie must have had a slow night too, as she gabs on endlessly all the way to Alex's apartment. The grating cackle of her voice is annoying to the nth degree, and I'm quite positive someone had her in mind when they coined the phrase ‘motor-mouth'. I'm so thankful that Alex does indeed live quite close.We're greeted at the opened apartment door by the most adorable little kitten I'd seen in ages, and crying loudly for attention. Alex scoops her into his arms and introduces her to me as Liberty. I tease a finger at the little ball of orange fluff, and I'm rewarded with a small paw batting eagerly at the movement.Alex continues to hold the kitten as he invites me to enter the kitchen. We talk abo
His fingers pull at the hasp of my bra. I feel his fingers caress my aching breasts as they fall from the cups. He peels the bra from my shoulders, and it drifts to the floor as I let my hands drop. He pulls me close.I revel in the sensation of my tender erect nipples pressing to his chest. He slowly pulls from our embrace and sits on the edge of the bed. My hands drift across his wide shoulders as he moves. I drop to my knees between his legs, my lips and tongue swirling the velvety rim of his ridged knob. I tease everywhere, kissing, touching, and savoring the manly scents. His hands clench tight in my hair as I engulf his hardness. Ravishing him. He moans as I mouth down the rigid shaft to suck at his balls, my tongue rolling across the large sensitive orbs. He moans again as my tongue reaches into the valley below his balls.My lips move again to his cock, with one hand stroking the length of it and the other palming the large balls.I feel his cock start to tremble. With a la