Summary: Robin: nineteen-year-old, virgin. She's had a few boyfriends but nothing serious. Now she's seriously considering how she's going to finally lose her virginity. Then she has to go round to her friend's house. But her friend isn't in. Simon: mid-thirties. He answers the door to Robin and invites her in. They start off in the kitchen where he first gets slightly physical and then things move on. Oral, face sitting, sixty-nine, blow job, titty sucking, fingering, pussy licking, jerk off CHAPTER 1 Robin hung up the phone feeling slightly annoyed. Jenny was her best friend, so she knew that she shouldn't be so annoyed, but all the same, it was just a huge inconvenience. She had been looking forward to a nice quiet afternoon not doing anything. Maybe she'd sunbathe in the garden or maybe she'd just hang out in her room. All of those plans appeared to have been thwarted now, however, with one phone call from Jenny. She’d answered the phone, pushing her blonde hair back behin
She knocked on the door. Soon it was opened, but not by Jenny. Instead, it was her father. Robin smiled, happy to see him. Although he was Jenny's father he didn't really seem like a parent. He was in his late thirties - he must have had Jenny when he was quite young - and looked good for his age. He was tanned with a strong jawline and a good build. He had short dark hair with a few flecks of gray. He always had a slightly unshaven look and the hint of stubble suited him. Jenny's mother hadn't been around for years and he'd raised her on his own. As soon as he answered the door he broke into a smile that was contagious. “Robin!” he said, “Good to see you! What can I do for you?” “Hi Simon,” she said. He had always insisted on being called by his first name, “I just came to drop Jenny’s bag off for her, is she in?” “No. Chris came by and picked her up. She said she sent you a message to tell you what she was up to?” Chris. Of course, her boyfriend. He must have called and she
There had been times when she had played up to it - times when she had stood close to him, leaned over his shoulder when he was sitting down so that she brushed against him, times when she had complimented how good he was looking. She hadn’t even really realized that she was doing it. It had all been more of a game to her than anything serious. Then again, maybe it could be both serious and a game. They went through and she sat down on the couch. She had expected Simon to sit across from her on the armchair but instead, he sat next to her on the couch. Right next to her. She turned to him. She lifted her legs up beneath her on the couch. “So,” he said, “What shall we do now?” It seemed as though he was saying out loud what she had been wondering. It was almost as though he was daring her. Would she say it? Would she say the thing that she had been thinking about? And how did he know that this was the time to ask? Right when she was feeling horny, feeling as though she wanted to f
Simon might have misread the intent of the increase in pressure, or perhaps he had ideas of his own about how he wanted things to go. As she pushed at him, he allowed himself to be pushed. He lay back on the couch and she came to him, putting herself firmly in the driver’s seat. She had one leg on either side of him, gripping him tightly now. Her dress had been pushed up partly and she knew that his hands would be there, on her thighs, soon enough. She could wait now. She didn’t have to rush things. Everything was going to come to her in time, she knew that now. There was excitement but also a kind of relief - this was happening, it was finally, actually happening! She leaned down to kiss him, quickly pushing her hair back once more. She put her hands on his chest - it felt so strong, so firm - as she started to kiss him slowly, lingering, wanting to enjoy every single sensation of what was happening. She kissed him and felt his hands on her waist. Then they moved down, slowly,
“Go on, go on,” he said and she could hear in his voice that he was desperate for this, desperate to see her breasts fully exposed to him. She continued to tease him as she slowly pushed the other strap off. His hands were on her waist but she felt sure that if she teased him for much longer then he would decide to take matters into his own hands and pull her dress down himself. She took hold of the top of her dress and pulled at it. It took a couple of tugs as she was only pulling gently, but then she felt it slide down over her breasts. And then, there they were. Simon’s mouth hung slightly open. He was staring at them, completely transfixed. For several moments it was as though he had completely forgotten that he had hands, that his hands were so close to her breasts now. Suddenly he seemed to remember. She felt his hands slide up her body and once more take hold of her breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen even more under his touch as his fingers rubbed against them. She kn
There was no holding it back now. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel. She also wanted to properly feel his cock and have her fun with it. She undid the buttons of his pants and pushed her hand down there to take hold of his cock. She felt it throbbing in her hand and she began to pull at it. She wanted to get it out now, really get to see it properly and not just hold it like this. Simon had other ideas, however. "Come here, come here," he said. At first, she didn't know what he meant. But as he took his fingers away from her pussy and took hold of her legs, pulling her toward him, she started to understand. She let go of his cock - reluctantly, but looking forward to what he was going to do next all the same - and shuffled up his body. When she reached his head he grabbed her ass and pulled her down to him, pulling her pussy closer to his face. She felt his fingers push at her panties, pushing them to one side. He held them there with one hand while his
The pleasure was on a whole new level for her, and the knowledge that she was giving pleasure as well as receiving it only served to heighten the sensation. But then she felt Simon push at her as he slid out from beneath her. What was this, she thought to herself. Had she done something wrong? Surely it wasn’t over? She would have felt him cum in her mouth if that was the case, she was sure of it. She fell back on the couch as he stood up. She lay there with her legs spread looking up at him. He was panting slightly. She could see her juices around his mouth. She could also see his cock, wet with her saliva. It was standing there - hard and throbbing, ready for her pussy. She reached between her legs and played with herself, slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy, imagining that it was his cock in there, then rubbing her clit. She watched Simon as he watched the show that she was putting on for him. Then he climbed on top of her - for the first time since they had got on the
Scrimmaging through the jungle of bodies at the Hash Express during the late evenings when the club was packed full with people; gentleman daddies and their little, always exhausted, Samir. The cold stinging odor of cigarette, the traveling smoke wafting through the air from the burning tobacco and cured paper was a bad mixture which made him queasy. The faces at the club, some strange and some familiar, were all too eager to find themselves something for the night, sure left him bored. He wondered how long he could keep up with the act, the human spirit never satisfied, always longing for something refreshing. It was like praying for rainfall in a desert, it might happen but there were no guarantees of change from the harsh reality. “Excuse me” he said, shoving through the small space between a little and bar side. She moved demurely but with an unusual swagger he had come to know for Littles. He returned his focus to her whom he had only given perfunctory notice in his