“This is a story that I submitted years ago to another site. It has been edited slightly since then, only to correct some grammar.
There are currently three parts to this story. At the time that I wrote it I intended to continue it, but many things came up in my life and I never got the chance.”
Part 1
The sight of Aimie was unbelievable. Her mother was Japanese, her father was Caucasian. It was a great combination. She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two. I don’t know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now.
Aimie was also only eighteen, and one of my daughter’s best friends. She was also asking me out on a date. My God, how did I get out of this? Or did I want to? I knew the risks, but couldn’t help myself.
I was at my daughter’s apartment, where she was living with her boyfriend while attending college. Aimie was attending another school not far away, and the two girls and their other friends were constantly getting together to talk and laugh, just as they had been doing since they started hanging out in junior high. I knew all the girls, of course, but had always had a feeling that Aimie was just a bit different than the other girls from the start. It would appear I was right.
I had just agreed to help Aimie find a car this Saturday; she needed a new car and had hoped that her father could come and help her find one. She didn’t have a lot of money to spend. However, he had to work and she wanted a man to go along and make sure that she didn’t get screwed by some used car salesman. I couldn’t blame one if he tried. All of the girls were attractive, especially because of their smooth young skin and tight little bodies, but Aimie was the only one who was out and out SEXY. She didn’t even appear to try, but it was there. Nice round pointy tits, flat waist, flaring hips, sweet tight little ass and long legs. All of that and very pretty besides. I was lost. I was already thinking that at least I could ogle her all day while we were looking for her a different car.
“You know, the least I could do is buy you dinner since you’re going to waste all day with me. That sound good to you?” My daughter was in the kitchen, getting some cold drinks and ice, and was unable to hear our conversation.
“Uhh, OK. I don’t think it’ll be a waste, Aimie, if we can find you something to drive.” God, I even sounded like a father. Only the fact that she was sitting across from me in her tight shorts with her legs sticking out so invitingly, with a small smile on her face saying that she knew what I was thinking kept me from feeling like a fool. I was in pretty good shape for a forty-year-old, but I was FORTY. What was I thinking? More importantly, what was she thinking? Did she think she had to flirt with me to get me to help her out? What the Hell was going on here?
I drove down to the university and picked her up that Saturday. I was dressed casually in jeans and a golf shirt. I had called her when I was a few miles away to make sure she was ready, and she sounded eager, almost excited. It was almost as if she saw it as a date. She was also wearing pants this time, but they were some kind of slacks that hugged her hips and ass, showing off her unbelievable young body. The shirt wasn’t as tight as it could have been, but was tight enough to show off her lovely hard tits and was also open enough to show more than a little cleavage. She saw me looking, and giggled. “You never know, it might get me just a little better deal. A girls got to use what she’s got, right?”
“I guess so. You look good enough to get a deal on whatever the guys got.” Damn, I sounded like a fool, but she just looked at me and giggled again.
“Thanks, Ed, I never thought you noticed.”
“I’ve noticed” was about all I could manage. I was already getting hard.
We spent the day looking at cars. She had been driving a Toyota, and was mainly interested in a small Japanese car. I teased her about that, and she took it well. She even had a come back, saying she was more of a Japanese girl than most people thought. This got us into a conversation about what that meant, and she went into detail about how pleasing a man was very important. My dick started to get hard again, probably for the twentieth time that day.
Watching Aimie bend over and look into car windows was particularly hard on me, or should I say got me particularly hard. Her shirt would hang open slightly, letting me be sure that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her young tits were perfectly formed, and just slightly bouncy. If I was behind her, I could tell that she had on very small panties, and my mind would wander as I imagined what color they were, or how sheer they were. Knowing Aimie, they would be very pretty, even if she didn’t have them on.
We weren’t able to find anything that she wanted for the price she could afford. “Maybe I’ll have to find someone who can help me out. Dad says he can’t afford to help out any more; he’s already paying a lot of my school costs. I’m going to have to find someone willing to give me a hand.” I was now beginning to feel like I knew what she was doing, but you know, I could afford to help out one of my daughter’s friends. I was doing very well, and had more money than I could spend right now. Maybe we could come to some kind of arrangement.
“Why don’t we find somewhere to eat. We really should have worn something else today, I kind of wanted to go to a nice place.”
“Well, if you want, I can take you back to your apartment.”
“Nah, my roommates are there. Besides, it’s too far to drive. I did want to eat somewhere nice, but that’s OK.”
Well, I ended up taking her to an upscale mall and buying her something to wear. I felt like a cliché, walking into an expensive woman’s clothing store with a teen-age girl. The young female sales people gave me looks that told me they knew what was going on and couldn’t care less, but the looks I got from women outside the stores were really nasty. You could tell they wanted to walk over and hit me, but knew they couldn’t away with it. The men were another story; they hardly noticed I was there. Aimie was now holding on to my arm as we walked through the mall; it hadn’t taken much effort on my part to talk her into accepting some expensive clothes from me.
She picked out a nice black dress, low cut to show of her lovely shoulders and cleavage. It was also short enough to show those long legs (I thought oriental women were supposed to be short?) and tight enough to display her nice waist and ass. Even so, it wasn’t blatant about it. It’s amazing how well women’s designers are able to do that, but I guess for enough money. They’ve had plenty of practice.
I went down the mall to a men’s store and bought myself a nice suit. I needed to get one anyway, and Aimie was quick to tell me what she expected. Hell, she always seemed to have good taste in clothes, so I followed her suggestions. By the time I got back to the store where she was, she had the dress on and a small package besides. I didn’t ask, but the amount I paid for was higher than I remembered the dress being. I looked at the package she was carrying, but she just gave me a soft smile and told me how nice I looked in my new suit.
Dinner was as interesting as you would expect. It was now obvious what Aimie was hoping to do, and I suggested a really nice restaurant. She agreed, but still insisted that she buy me dinner for helping her out. I knew what the dinner was going to cost, and tried to get her to let me buy, but she wanted to buy so that I would be in her debt, I guess. It was very nice, and once again the women glared and the men didn’t even know that I was there. She sat beside me, rather than across from me, which made it that much more intimate. I would occasionally feel her leg brush mine, and she was in no hurry to remove it. Before long, she just left her leg touching mine. I could feel the heat. Hell, I was hot myself. Her sexy body in that dress that was designed to show it off, her naturally bright and charming personality, and the attention of an intelligent young woman would have been enough to make any man hot.
By the time we got into my car, she naturally just sort of slid across the seat to sit next to me. Her head ended up on my shoulder by the time I was a block away from the restaurant, and I didn’t even ask her before heading to my house. Her hand was on my leg, but didn’t go much beyond just sitting there, burning a hole in it.
I live in a very nice house, just outside of town in the woods. It sits on a hill, overlooking a small valley. It’s not huge, but it is very nice. I hadn’t realized that Aimie had never been there, but I had bought it not long ago after my ex and I divorced a few months ago. I had not had a woman there since I bought it. I am a fairly attractive guy, but had not been in a hurry to get attached to another woman.
“Wow, Anne said you had a nice place, but this is even better than I thought. How beautiful it is!” as we walked onto the back deck and stood looking at the trees and saw a deer bound away into the woods. I could tell that this was all starting to get to her; the expensive dinner (even if she had paid for it, I had offered), the fifteen mile drive to my house with her head on my shoulder, the expensive dress that she knew showed her off to perfection and the obviously expensive house and location.
People say that money isn’t sexy; it’s not, but what it can buy sure is. I knew that she was there only because of my money, but it didn’t make the situation any less inviting. I had been hustled by women twice her age with less than half her appeal. I was going to enjoy fucking her, taking what I wanted and what she wanted to give. I would help her out, of course. But I would have helped her buy a car without her sleeping with me. If this was the way she wanted to do it, thinking that she was manipulating me, fine. I had no problem with that. We would both get what we wanted.
While we were driving to my house, we had talked about many things. I knew from talking with my daughter that Aimie was used to older men being very attracted to her, to the point that the other girls would laugh and tell stories about it. When she had worked at a bank before starting school, the men would line up at her window instead of going to one that had no line. During the drive, she had told me several stories of this type, and I wondered if she was just trying to make sure I knew it was OK that I was interested. I was, to the point of hardly being able to drive. Her legs had been folded up, and although the dress didn’t ride up too far, she made an adorable figure. My conscious had almost convinced me to take her to her apartment and write her a check, but a stiff dick is a “hard” taskmaster. Besides, I was hoping that she was going to enjoy this as much as I was.
As we leaned on the railing, shoulder to shoulder, looking out at the valley, I turned my head towards her. She had her head turned also, looking at me, so it was natural that I leaned over slightly and kissed her. She moaned softly when I licked her teeth before pushing my tongue into her small mouth. This went on for a minute, then I pulled away.
“Aimie, are you sure you want to do this?” She didn’t even bother to answer, but reached over with her left hand and pulled my face to hers. I guess she was.
We went into through the glass door into the living room, which had glass walls on the side facing the valley. We made it over to the couch before I had my arms around her. I tasted her mouth as I held her, then let my hands slide down her back to squeeze that wonderful tight ass. She moaned again, and pulled her hips even closer. I lifted the back of the dress, and felt the warmth of her cheeks and squeezed and played with them. My God, teenage girls have the most wonderful bodies! We older men should be ashamed, but how can you possibly resist them!
Her lips were now butter soft, between the heat she was feeling and the constant sucking of each others lips we were doing. Her breathing was very ragged, (as was mine!), and her hips were rotating in small circular movements. I could feel the movements with my hands as well as my cock, which was being pressed by her firm stomach as she moved. Mmmm, heaven!
Aimie looked so good in the dress she was wearing, I almost hated to get her out of it. But as I ran my lips down her neck and left small kisses across those glorious smooth shoulders, she surprised me. “Where’s your bathroom?” I showed her, and she took the small package she had brought with her and smiled as she went into the room. It had broken the spell slightly, and I sat down on the couch and continued to look outside as I waited.
“Do you want a drink or anything? I don’t know what girls your age drink, but…”, I asked.
“Do you have any vodka and cranberry juice?”
“Sure, good choice.” I went behind the small maple bar, and got the cranberry juice out of the refrigerator and the Priviet off the shelf. I fixed her a drink, then poured myself a Chivas with one ice cube. I swirled the glasses as I went back to the couch. I had set them down on the table before I noticed her standing by the stairs watching me.
She had changed into some black, sheer wispy something, which was so thin that it was see through. Her long black hair was flowing over her shoulders, and her small nipples were standing out at attention. They weren’t really large, about the size of a really large orange or a grapefruit, and the nipples were a beautiful pink and stood out over half an inch. The outfit covered her stomach, but didn’t hide much of her. Aimie’s stomach was tight which made the flare of her hips even more dramatic. She was young, but still had a woman’s figure.
The thin top ended, leaving a small expanse of that wonderful smooth skin before her small see-through black panties. They were just as thin as the top, showing her small black bush of cunt hair. They were a little loose, and had just small strings hanging onto her hips. There was a gap between her thighs, and I could imagine sliding my hand into that space. She had on short high heels, also black. It seemed to be the perfect “Fuck me, I’m a slut” outfit that almost every man loves. My cock, which had been hard before she left the room, once again sprang to attention. I don’t know what that outfit had cost me, but it was worth every penny!
“Say something, I feel a little silly standing here while you’re still dressed”, she said, in a young girls voice. I looked at her face, and realized that she was either nervous or scared. It must have taken a lot of nerve to come into a room with a sexy outfit on like that, even when she knew how sexy I thought she was. I know women older and more experienced than her who would have had a real problem doing that.
“Aimie, you are without a doubt the loveliest thing I have ever seen. You are truly beautiful. Come here, please.” She walked across the room, her face relaxing slightly. “Turn around let me look at you.” Her face turned slightly redder, but she did stop and turn around, very gracefully I might add. I can’t imagine doing so, if I was in her position, but then again I don’t look a tenth as good as she does. Men’s approval of their bodies makes attractive women even more confident.
As she slowly turned, I admired her small tight ass that I had been squeezing only a few minutes ago. Damn, it looked as good as it had felt. Her shoulders and back were perfect, smooth and supple. She wasn’t heavily tanned, but she was tanned enough that you could see the lines and small whiter areas where she wore her bikini.
I walked over to her when she was facing me. Her head was down slightly, and she was blushing again. I took her chin in my hand and lifter her face to my kiss. Her lips were still soft, and I think that was the most erotic kiss I have ever had. An eighteen-year-old friend of my daughter was in my living room, dressed in see through nothings, in high heels, deep-throating my tongue in front of a glass wall of windows. And she looked absolutely stunning doing it. She started moaning again, and her breath was puffing erratically from her nose across my cheek as we kissed.
“Hold me, please”. I pulled her closer, crushing her to me as I kissed her cheek, neck and shoulder. My hands ran up and down her back, loving the feeling of the thin material against her smooth skin. As we continued to kiss, I would almost swear she was purring.
“Aimie, I want you more than I have wanted anyone in my life. But you know you don’t have to do this. I’ll help you out with your car whether you go home now or not.” She kissed me again.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, as long as you want me here. I’ve wanted this for a long time. I can’t get attracted to guys my age, they seem so immature.” Well, compared to my bank account, they would, wouldn’t they! But I didn’t say that, and wondered if maybe there was more to the situation than I had thought. But with a beautiful young women who is willing to do what she must to get what she wants, and a man’s dick and his pride, there wasn’t a lot of room for thinking.
I continued to kiss her as I ran my hands up and down her back. She had her arms around my neck, and was now pushing her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing them.
“You know, I feel like such a slut standing here wearing this outfit and letting you feel me up. Who would have guessed that it could feel so good? You should have seen the women in the store when I picked these out” she whispered in my ear. “Do you like it?”
“Mmmmhhhhhmmm” I emphatically endorsed her choice, kissing her face and neck. She giggled again, but it turned into a moan as I leaned over and lightly licked her right nipple. “You look good enough to eat, and I think I will! Do you mind if I get a video camera out? I want to record this, I don’t think I’ll believe it later! ”
She giggled again, then slightly pulled away from me. “Let’s sit down and let me have a drink of that vodka. I feel awful warm even wearing this!” Giggle again. “Maybe that’s why it’s so warm!” She took my hand and led me over to the couch, where she proceeded to push on my chest until I sat, then sat down on my lap. She reached over and handed my drink to me, then picked up her own.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t think this is going to cool me off at all.” She giggled again, and twisted her pert little ass against my stiff cock.
“Ed, I know that you love Anne, and I love Anne. I don’t want to do anything to cause problems for her. As far as I’m concerned, you aren’t her father tonight. You’re just a nice guy that I met, had dinner with, and decided to come to his house. Can we do that?”
“I’m willing to try, if you are” I answered. I was looking into her pretty little face, with that silky thin top emphasizing her pert little nipples, as I answered. What else could I say? What would you have said with her rubbing her ass across your dick?
“I want to tell you this. I know you like the way that I look, especially wearing this.” Another giggle. (How can a girl giggling be so sexy? Women try it, and it seems foolish. Of course, if they looked like her, I guess I wouldn’t care.) She had stopped rubbing her ass on me, and actually looked almost serious. At least, as serious as she could under the circumstances. I became aware that she WAS serious, and tried to pay more attention to what she was saying instead of her body.
She took a big gulp of her drink, and I realized that she was giggling because she was nervous. I thought for a second; her age, with her friends father in his house wearing a “fuck me” outfit. I guess she had every right to be nervous. My cock lost control of my mind, and I really started to pay attention to what she was saying.
“Look, if you’d rather, Angela, we can just take these through and have a drink and watch TV for a while. I’ll understand?” Fear gripped me; surely he wasn’t getting cold feet! I tried to treat is as a joke, shaking my head and a finger at him,
“Don’t you dare tease me now darling. It’s been a long time for both of us. Tonight we are going to make the most of it. As for tomorrow, well that is another day.” I beckoned him seductively,
“Come into my boudoir, and to hell with the world, let’s make tonight ours.” Heading for my bedroom slowly, and waggling my behind in what I hoped was irresistible fashion, I strained to hear his footsteps following me.
I had a twin-seat couch by the window; I beckoned him to it, switched on a table lamp, and closed the curtains.
“That’s more cosy, let’s get comfortable, and have that drink.” I sat next to him. As he poured the drinks, I said,
“Make mine a large one, Martin. I’ve a feeling we both feel a little nervous and need to relax.” He handed me a glass, poured his own, and put the bottle to the side, then raised his glass towards mine,
“Uh, good health, cheers, Angela.” I looped my arm through his, and took a sip of his glass, smiling at him,
“To us, Martin, and to hell with the world.” He took a sip of my drink, then freed his arm from mine, and blushed as he stammered,
“Look, Angela, I don’t want you to think - well - it’s - I’ve never been with a girl before. Not that way. I’ve never - never done it. Damn, what I mean is I’m a virgin.” He looked down dejected and helplessly. I had to reassure him quickly, without seeming patronising or disappointed, and replied brightly,
“Well it’s high time you did. We all have a first time for everything. I’m honored that your first time will be with me. Now stop fussing, have your drink. There’s no hurry, we have all night. Relax Martin, love. We’ll get on fine.” I gave him a reassuring kiss, hug, and snuggled against him. I felt him slowly relaxing, then cuddle closer.
“Angela. You really are a nice person. And you really are damnably sexy with it.” He gave me an extra cuddle. The remark made me feel really good. ‘Maybe I wasn’t passed it yet.’ I smiled contentedly to myself. I changed the subject.
“You said you had a sister? Is she married?”
“No. She looks after Mum. Mum’s got multiple sclerosis. She’s not my blood Mum, and Karen is not my real sister. We are both adopted. They couldn’t have children of their own, and when Dad died in Viet Nam, Karen stayed with Mum and is still with her. They live in North Carolina. I would love you to meet them sometime.”
The drink was having its effect; My hand strayed to rub his thigh lightly, his legs opened in response. We sat quietly, both gaining confidence. As I found, and rubbed over his growing erection, he put his drink down, gave me a kiss, and his hand found my own thigh, and started moving towards my panties. As it found, and covered the center of my sexual desires, and pressed gently, my hips thrust to meet his attentions. Giving his penis a firm squeeze, I clapped my free hand over his hand covering my vagina, and assisted it in stimulating me.
“God, Martin, I really want you. Let’s get naked and get on the bed.” I kissed him again, and stood to undress.
“We can put the light out if it will make you feel more at ease Martin?”
“What, and rob me of the view? I’m new to this, Angela, and I intend to make the most of it. I think that drink did me the world of good.” He laughed, and sat admiring me as I completed undressing.
“I dreamed of seeing you naked, Angela. I never thought it would ever happen. I feel like I just won the lottery.”
“Well look all you want”, I did a pirouette, and stretched out onto the bed, legs invitingly parted, arms stretched wide.
“I’m all yours, darling, don’t keep me waiting.” He realised he was still fully clothed, stood and divested himself of everything, and lay on his side next to me on the bed. His hand found and cupped my breast, his mouth found the nipple of the other.
“If I make a pig’s ear of this, Angela, you tell me. I just want to please you and make you happy.” His caresses were firm, but very tender. I Knew I was starting to moan as his mouth and hand explored my upper body. He moved to kiss my neck, my ear, blew softly in the ear, then nibbled it, and moved back to my breast. I could feel an orgasm building. I found his penis and started to manipulate it. He gasped,
“Damn, DAMN. Sorry”. He ejaculated almost instantly all over me. I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my clitoris, and my own orgasm erupted.
“Wow! Martin, I think we both needed that.” I held him close, found his mouth, kissed him softly.
“No need to be sorry, love. Now we’ve got the first rush over we can love each other properly. We have all night, darling.” I fondled his whole body. Slowly, he started responding, and soon we were caressing each other with hands, mouths, tongues, gradually moving towards another more controlled peak of sexual desire.
For an amateur, he had a surprising knack of doing the right things to pull my sexual wire. So many guys I’d been with were of the ‘Bang, bang, thank you Ma’am’ variety. All they wanted to do was get their rocks off; all they did was leave me un-fucked, and unsatisfied. Martin was one of those rare breeds of males that put the pleasures of the woman first…
He approached lovemaking with a tenderness and desire to please which lifted me into sexual realms of pure ecstasy so intense, he almost killed me with love. He led me through a series of preliminary orgasms, that had me literally screaming and begging for more. Having induced such a wild and wanton passion that filled every fiber of my being, and set every single nerve in my body on edge, he simply held me there. His caresses, kisses, manipulations, drove me almost insane. I became an insatiable nymphomaniac, with him as my torturer.
After those first few orgasms, time after time he led me to the very edge of what I felt would be total ecstasy, then changed tactics and concentrated on another part of my body with tongue, teeth, lips, hands. I never knew I had so many erogenous zones. His skilful manipulations instilled electrifying impulses of pleasure wherever they landed on me. He turned my body parts from toenails to fingertips into a multitude of sensory hotspots, each with the capacity to delight with the same capacity as a fully aroused clitoris.
When he finally conceded to my frantic begging, and plunged his penis deep inside me, it felt like my body was being invaded by an endless series of lust-filled exploding balls of lightning. It thrust me onto a gigantic, seemingly endless, crazy, sexual roller-coaster ride of gut-wrenching frenzied, and all-consuming peaks of unimaginable sexual rapture.
How long it lasted before I swooned, I do not know. I came to, and opened my eyes to find his gazing into mine with an expression of love so intense I found myself crying as I held him to me…
As I said at the start - ‘ Fate is a funny thing: A chance encounter, missed bus, or innocent remark, can change our whole lives.’
We have been together now for three heavenly years. The fact that when I helped Martin trace his natural mother, and we found out the truth changed nothing - why should it - we are human, and have a love for each other that others can only envy.
“(If you want to know how he did that to me, read my ‘How to pleasure a lady - and yourself.”) ”
“I am, too sexy, I am toooooooooooooooooooooo!” is all I could muster as I dumped what seemed like a half-gallon of spunk inside Olivia’s incredible hole of love. She kept rocking against me asking me to give her more and surprisingly (to me); I maintained a majority of my hard on for this Sex Temptress.
I quickened my pace a little just enough to keep the blood flow going in my cock, and that’s when Olivia raised up one of her big legs and began rubbing her nub fast and hard. She rubbed herself into a third orgasm and as she spasmed on my cock; I reached behind her and slipped a finger back into her tight little asshole. In one motion I was knuckle deep in her ass while I was ball deep in her pussy. We were drenched in sweat and I told her I would love it if she climbed on top of me and ride me like a horse. When she mounted me she felt so good, heavy and natural. The feeling of a woman of her weight on top of me made me feel so comfortable and so turned on. She reached behind herself and spread apart her massive ass cheeks to allow for more penetration as I kept driving in deeper and deeper.
After about 15 minutes of this we both knew what was next. Olivia rolled off me and turned on her hands and knees, exposing both of those magnificent holes for me. I got down and licked between the two entries and tickled her click with a finger while tickling her asshole with another. “James, do you want to fuck my big, fat ass?” Olivia asked. “Oh yes I do”, I told her. “Well first, you can pound my tight cunt again from behind, and then when I tell you, I want you to bury that meat in my big ass!” Olivia demanded. I got up from slurping her two holes, and slid my cock along her wet canal making sure to get it good and greased up then I slid in. The heat this lady’s pussy possessed was indescribable. It fit me like a glove, a “tight” glove.
She looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Come on damnit, fuck me like you want to. Fuck me hard and fast!” I shoved my cock so far inside her tight pussy I thought I was going to hit something. I began slamming her with all I had. I took my right hand and drew back, then let it swing as I made a thunderous cracking sound on her firm, full-sized ass! She winced loudly “Holy Jesus how about some warning next time, sugar?” I could only snicker and gave her a matching shot on the other ass cheek. Olivia raised back to me and let me know that she really liked an aggressive man in the bed. I told her, “Just you wait baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you will have to call your boss, and take some time off.”
She laughed and told me, “”Honey, I am the boss.” This is my restaurant. Now shut up and fuck my fat ass, NOW!” I pulled my cock from one hole, and slid nicely into the other. Her ass was so warm and inviting, I thought I would lose it right there. It wasn’t too long before I was ready to let loose what would be my final load of the night. I pulled out of Olivia and howled at the top of my lungs as I coated her red, rotund ass with my last efforts of cum. As I collapsed on the couch next to her she took me in her arms and rested my head against her warm, pillowy flesh, and caressed my head while we shared a cigar together.
As we lay there Olivia confessed to me that she was in fact looking for a man who would find her age, and size sexy but was not having any luck despite the business she was in. She had known Jack for years, and he had told her about me, and so the ball began rolling. “James, I hope you are not disappointed in Jack or myself for this whole setup”, she whispered. “No, no.” I assured her. “On the contrary, I’m glad this whole event came to pass.’ I was looking to get away for a few days from the hustle and bustle of my everyday life, and this was a great opportunity to do just that.’ I am so glad I decided to come for dinner.” Olivia quickly snapped, ” I’m glad you came, and came, and came again!” We lost it in laughter.
Well that took place about four or five months ago. I wonder if I should ever go back to my town and collect my belongings. Olivia has told me that I didn’t need to. She told me that I could stay as long as I wanted, and that she could keep me dressed in a bathrobe, and if I insisted I could wear my boxers.
I’ll keep you posted if anything new and exciting happens.
While Alice sat on the bench, taking in Florence’s gorgeous body, her companion came to a rest on the floor in front of her. Florence was squatting down, legs splayed apart so that Alice could clearly see her exposed pussy. A gentle touch of her hands on Alice’s thighs made her spread her legs apart as well, allowing Florence to lean in closer. Her hot breath penetrated the lycra covering Alice’s pussy, making her shiver in her seat. Florence saw few wispy strands of Alice’s pussy hairs peeked out from their confinement, and as she leaned in closer she could smell the aroma of Alice’s sweet nectar. Her hands eased their way down Alice’s soft thighs, pushing them farther apart with gentle pressure. She didn’t resist one bit as Florence’s fingers came to rest at the edge of her bathing suit. Alice’s eyes were drawn to Florence’s as she felt those fingers creeping along the few pussy hairs that stuck out. It actually tickled a bit, but Alice was too nervous to notice. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pulse raced as her eyes finally met Florence’s. The trepidation in them was evident, but Florence could feel that she was willing to try. She could feel her own hear racing now as well, along with a familiar wetness between the legs. Alice sat before her, trembling slightly. Florence could imagine the sweet pussy that awaited her. Sure Alice had some years behind her, but Florence was willing to be she was a virgin to all this. The very thought made her lick her lips in anticipation. Her eyes stayed locked on Alice’s as she leaned in closer, tugging the bikini bottom away. A sweet smile formed on Florence’s face as she glanced down at Alice’s exposed pussy and darted her tongue out to taste it.
Immediately Florence returned her gaze to Alice’s face, the better to judge the other woman’s reaction. She was rewarded with the sight of Alice slowly closing her eyes and tossing her head back with a soft sigh as Florence ran her tongue down the length of her pussy. Alice’s sweet juices dissolved on Florence’s tongue as she lapped them up slowly before coming to a rest on Alice’s clit. A soft kiss graced Alice’s hard nub, and Florence’s lips pursed around it as she sucked ever so gently. Alice moaned as she felt Florence’s hot mouth sucking on her clit, and she gasped as the tip of Florence’s tongue raked its way across her pussy again. Under Florence’s guidance, Alice lifted herself up off the bench a little, to make pulling her bikini bottoms off easier. With Florence’s help, they were quickly pulled down and out of the way. For good measure, Alice brought her hands behind her back, undoing her top as Florence resumed eating her pussy. It was hard for her to concentrate on undoing the clasp, for Florence’s tongue was lapping at her pussy. The warm, wet tongue probed its way between Alice’s pussy lips, dipping deep inside her. At the same time, Florence used one hand to stroke Alice’s clit, rubbing harder and harder the more she sucked on that sweet pussy. Her other hand had snaked its way down between her own legs, giving herself a taste of what she was giving Alice. A look up at Alice’s face reassured Florence that she was enjoying everything she was doing, as if the moans and her dripping pussy weren’t evidence enough! She was biting her lip though, in an effort to contain her soft moans and sighs. The ones that did escape excited Florence all the more, making her lick and suck on Alice even harder than before. Her tongue and fingers were well coated in Alice’s sweet juices, which were running down Florence’s face by now as well. The more she sucked, the more flowed out, and Florence soon found herself burying her face in Alice’s crotch. Her fingers were spreading those hot pussy lips apart and her mouth and tongue simply devoured Alice’s pussy.
Ever since Florence’s tongue first lapped at Alice’s cunt, it was all Alice could do to keep from writhing around in sheer ecstasy. She had always enjoyed having her pussy licked, and while letting another woman do it to her was something new, she wasn’t about to shy away from it. Explaining why she was unfazed by this new experience was beyond her, while she did get a vibe off of Florence initially, it was nothing that alarmed her. Now here she was, stripping her bikini off for a stranger to fuck her, and that stranger was a woman on top of that! Truly it was something Alice never thought she would experience, but the more she felt Florence’s wet mouth and probing fingers on her pussy, the more she enjoyed it. Adding to the sensation of Florence lapping away at her cunt were Alice’s own hands as she squeezed her own breasts and nipples. She wanted to scream out loud, it all felt so good, but she knew that drawing attention to themselves was the last thing they’d want to do. There was no stopping the occasional moan from escaping her lips, and as Florence’s probing grew deeper and deeper, Alice found herself vocalizing her pleasure more and more. The way that tongue flicked at her pussy and the way those delicate fingers stroked her clit was incredible, and Alice savored every moment of it. She could feel her juices literally dripping out of her pussy, lubricating the way for Florence to finally sink her fingers inside. Alice’s hot wet cunt took her slender digits in easily, but she had to gasp as she felt Florence move her mouth fully onto her clit while she finger fucked her.
Florence had initially slipped only one slender finger inside of Alice, but as soon as she felt how wet and ready that pussy was, more soon followed. She kissed and sucked the firm little nub of Alice’s clit as a second, then a third finger poked into her cunt, and Florence was driven on by the sound of Alice’s gasps growing louder in pitch. She interrupted her oral tease of Alice’s clit to glance up at her and see her facial reaction, and she was glad she did. Alice’s face was contorted in extreme ecstasy as she fought back against wild screams of passion. Adding to Alice’s throes of pleasure was the sensation of having her breasts squeezed tightly, even though she was doing this on her own. Her own deft fingers pinched down on her taut little nipples, and she rolled them between her soft fingertips. This sight amazed Florence, and she paused long enough to enjoy it for a moment before going down on Alice again. All the while, Florence kept fucking Alice with her fingers, pushing them deep into that soft waiting pussy. Alice had begun to wiggle around a little, stopping when she felt Florence’s mouth on her again. This time Florence sucked hard on her clit, pulling it as far into her mouth as she could and puckering her lips tight while she did. Her fingers jammed into Alice harder now, squishing into that soaked pussy. They moved in and out quickly, and Alice spread her legs even farther apart to let them in. She was moaning constantly now, the pitch increasing steadily as Florence fucked her harder and harder. The sound of Alice’s building orgasm had its effect on Florence as well, for she was slipping a finger inside herself now too, grinding her hips onto her hand as much as she could. Her own pussy was sopping wet by now, and with a renewed effort she darted her tongue over Alice’s clit while finger fucking her faster and faster, buoyed on by the crescendo of the other woman’s climax. Suddenly, every muscle in Alice’s body tensed as she came, her mouth opened in a stifled scream that left no question as to her enjoyment. Her back arched up, her legs tightened for a brief instant as she gasped and came, finally relaxing herself as she enjoyed Florence’s continuing ministrations. Her pace was slowing now, as she had felt Alice cum, and tasted it too from the sudden rush of juices that filled her pussy. Gradually, Florence drew her mouth away and her fingers withdrew from Alice’s well satisfied pussy, and she took a peek up at her newfound lover.
Alice’s face was a picture of bliss, her eyes were slitted shut as she savored the last few moments of Florence’s touch. The skin of her neck and chest flushed a slight pink in mute testimony to her state of arousal, and her rosy nipples were taut and erect as well. Florence placed a wet hand on Alice’s thigh to assist herself in rising to join her, and she was in no way surprised by Alice’s outstretched arms aiding her. She found herself being drawn towards Alice on the bench, and she raised a leg to climb over her thigh. Alice kept her legs apart however, and Florence ended up straddling her. She didn’t put her full weight down on Alice’s leg, but she did scooch herself forward as Alice pulled her in tight. The slight fear she had shown earlier was all but erased from her eyes as they leaned in to each other, closing their eyes and sharing a gentle sweet kiss. For the first time, a woman’s soft lips graced Alice’s own, and the hot probing tongue was firm, yet gently as it intertwined with hers. The sweet taste of her own pussy was strong on Florence’s tongue, and without realizing it Alice started to suck it off of her. This was something quite different for Alice, she usually was a passive kisser, and she found she was liking it. Almost on their own accord, Alice’s hands were wandering towards Florence’s waiting body. One found a firm little breast and started to knead, the other snaked its way across a taut thigh, drawn to the wetness between Florence’s legs.
She had only ever touched herself down there, and Alice was initially surprised at the sparseness of Florence’s bush. That lasted only a moment though, for she realized that the other woman obviously kept her pussy hairs trimmed. Alice mused that she might try that as well, but the allure of Florence’s wet pussy was calling out to her. They continued to French kiss even as Alice’s fingers found what they wanted, and she ran the length of her hand along Florence’s hot pussy. She was quite well lubricated with her own juices, and Alice fought the temptation to slide her fingers right in. It was something she never liked, and she wasn’t about to subject Florence to that either. Instead, she continued with their deep kissing while allowing the motions of her hands to gradually become stronger and stronger. Florence helped her in a way by rocking her hips back and forth, trapping Alice’s hand between both of their thighs. This left Alice no choice but to start sliding her fingers into Florence’s cunt, aided by the other woman’s rocking motions on her leg. Her fingers drove in deeper and deeper even while her palm rubbed up against Florence’s clit. That got her to finally break away from their kisses as she started to moan. Florence found herself rising up off of Alice’s lap a bit, the better to let her finger fuck her more vigorously, but it also had the added benefit of leaving her tits at Alice’s face level. With all that these two had done already, it didn’t take Alice long to make her next move.
Florence’s breasts had been tantalizingly out of reach for the better part of the day, but now Alice found them right in front of her mouth. It was no accident, of course, and her hard pink nipples just begged for Alice to suck on them. In a moment, she was doing that, parting her lips to take one of Florence’s tits entirely into her mouth. The hard little nipple danced around on Alice’s tongue as she sucked slowly on her friend’s breast. Alice didn’t let up with her finger fucking either, not that Florence would have let her. Instead, she soon found herself vigorously sucking on both of Florence’s tits in turn, pulling on them with her teeth before letting go and alternating sides. Her movements made Florence lean in even closer to her, and her moans grew louder and louder, despite her efforts to stifle them. Florence knew Alice was working on instincts, doing to her what she must enjoy as well, and for a beginner Alice wasn’t doing that badly. Already she had Florence’s pussy dripping wet, and she was doing an excellent job sucking on her tits. Still, Florence was accustomed to a somewhat more intense experience, yet she didn’t want to frighten Alice off. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Alice’s fingers drive in deep, from past experience, Florence knew she was using only two at a time. It was a good guess that was how many Alice used on herself when she masturbated, but Florence’s pussy ached for more. She started to rise up even higher, lifting herself completely away from Alice, who was lustily sucking her pussy juices off her soaked fingers. An outstretched hand from Florence led Alice down onto the floor, where she lost no time in positioning herself between Florence’s spread legs.
The wetness between them was quite evident, and Florence’s pussy lips were swollen as a result of her arousal. As soon as her back had hit the floor, Florence’s hands found her breasts. Although they were still wet from Alice sucking on them, she didn’t hesitate to start playing with them herself. She pinched her nipples hard and squeezed her tits together roughly, just like she was used to getting it. Upon seeing that, Alice paused for a moment on her way down to Florence’s pussy, enjoying what she saw. Her attention was drawn back to Florence’s crotch rather quickly when she saw the other woman’s legs draw back. The way Florence pulled her legs back parted her cunt as well, enticing Alice to stretch out her tongue to taste it. With no further delay, Alice was on the floor, curled up between Florence’s spread legs. With one hand she stroked the trim patch of pussy fur over Florence’s clit before moving onto her firm nub, and the other spread those swollen red lips apart. Alice paused momentarily as she lowered her face towards Florence, allowing her tongue to dart out at her clit before sliding it across her pussy. She moved her tongue back and forth over Florence’s cunt, lapping up her sweet juices to the sound of her gasping. Her lack of experience was made up for by her enthusiasm as she greedily licked and sucked Florence’s pussy. Alice’s movements mimicked what she liked to feel, and soon her tongue was tracing small circles around Florence’s clit. She saw that Florence had started to caress her own breasts, much the way Alice had. Her efforts to silence herself weren’t nearly as successful as Alice’s though, and her soft moans and cries were easily heard as Alice raced her tongue over Florence’s pussy. She couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying the taste of another woman’s cunt, and hearing Florence’s cries made her force her tongue down even deeper. It was actually penetrating into Florence’s pussy, though not as deeply as she would like. Alice bore down onto Florence, sucking on her cunt while sticking her tongue in as deep as she could, then moved her mouth back onto Florence’s clit. As she started sucking on that sensitive little button, Alice slipped two fingers back inside Florence’s cunt.
The sudden feeling of Alice’s fingers once again fucking her cunt really got Florence going. Her new friend was sucking hard on her clit, which was just the thing Florence needed to really get going. Sure it had felt good before, when it was just Alice’s fingers, but the added sensation of her mouth on her clit drove Florence wild. Her gasps became more of a whimpering as she felt that hot wet mouth devouring her clit. Having two of Alice’s fingers roughly fucking her cunt only added to all of this, and she spread her legs as far as she could while Alice did her thing. It was a wonderful feeling, the combination of mouth and fingers on her pussy, and Florence was quite content with it. By chance as she lay before Alice, her flailing hand knocked over her purse. Florence knew what she had inside, and at this point, while she was enjoying Alice’s efforts tremendously, she wanted even more. She tore her hand away from her breast and started to fumble with the contents of her purse. Most of them were unceremoniously dumped on the floor as Alice continued to finger fuck her hot cunt. In a moment Florence found what she was looking for. With the item firmly in her grasp, Florence snaked her hands down to where Alice was, literally shoving it in her face.
“Here,” she gasped as she offered it to her. “Finish me off. Fuck me with this.”
Alice stopped licking Florence’s clit long enough to take a look at the object at hand. It was a slim vibrator that Florence had obviously kept secreted in her purse, and she took it without hesitation. The tip of the toy was a smooth plastic that had a gold metallic finish, and lower portion formed a handle of a softer black material. While Alice had never used one like this before, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. She licked some of Florence’s lingering juices off her lips before allowing the other woman to guide her hands down. Alice conformed to Florence’s movements only as far as letting her place the golden tip of the vibrator at the entrance to her pussy. Once it was in position, a firm shove took the toy out of Florence’s hands and plunged it deep inside her waiting pussy. Her eyes widened and she gasped out loud as she felt Alice penetrating her so roughly. Her hips wiggled a little bit as she soon relaxed, luxuriating in the feeling of Alice fucking her with the toy. In no time at all, Florence was arching her head back and moaning while her fingers teased her clit. Alice was quite skilled with the slim little dildo, and she used a sort of twisting motion as she thrust it in and out of Florence’s hot little slit. She could feel her own pussy juices dripping out of herself as she continued fucking Florence, shoving the vibrator deeper and deeper with each stroke. Already the plastic tip was slick with cunt juices, and Florence’s fingers played with her own clit expertly, rubbing and stroking her most sensitive spot. Coupled with the wonderful job Alice had done on her with her mouth, Florence felt her heart pounding and her breath racing. Moans became gasps, gasps became screams as Alice fucked her harder and faster. Her fingers flew over her clit, and before too long Florence clamped her thighs tight together as she screamed out in absolute delight. Alice kept on fucking her while she came, feeling the orgasm as it coursed through Florence’s quivering body. The sight and sound of Florence cumming was stirring Alice again, and she watched with rapt attention as Florence writhed around in utter delight. Patches of Florence’s skin flushed bright red, and Alice’s attention was taken in by that and Florence’s erect nipples. The spell was finally broken when Florence returned her hands to her quivering wet cunt and slowly eased the vibrator out.
The toy was glistening wet with Florence’s juices as it finally slid out of her pussy. Alice held it in her hands while licking her lips at the sight of Florence’s well fucked cunt giving up the hot little toy. Her lips were red and swollen, and her cunt puckered open a little from being stretched out. Florence’s thighs were drenched with her secretions and what cunt hairs she still had were matted down. All in all it was an enchanting sight, and as she gave Alice an absolutely contented look, her new lover was springing into action of her own. With a wild look in her eyes, Alice stepped over and past a stunned Florence, right out into the changing area hallway. She didn’t even bother to look around, rather she made a beeline right for the triple mirror. As soon as she was there, Alice sat down in front of it, spreading her legs and shoving the still dripping vibrator deep into her waiting pussy.
Florence had barely recovered from her rather substantial orgasm when the scene unfolded in front of her. For the moment, Alice was oblivious to her audience. She drove the slick plastic vibe into her cunt over and over again. Florence’s pussy had left it dripping wet and now their cunt juices mixed together inside Alice. Her eyes were taking in the sight of the toy plowing into her pussy from all the angles the mirror could afford. With one hand she reached up to stroke a breast, but the majority of her efforts was concentrated on driving that fake cock into her pussy. She plunged it deep inside of herself over and over again, fixing her eyes on the folds of her cunt as they wrapped around it. Alice thrust the toy in and out rapidly, fucking herself harder than she’d done Florence. She was so enraptured with fucking her own pussy while watching in the mirror that she didn’t notice Florence moving up behind her. Her eyes were locked on the images in the mirror as well, and her fingers were doing their own dance. She stood with her legs apart, allowing them to slide into her cunt with ease. Wet pussy juices coated them, and Florence used her own secretions as a lubricant as she brought her other hand down to play with her clit. She watched as Alice fucked herself, marveling at how brazen she was. While the attendant had already been dealt with, Florence knew full well that anyone could walk in here and see what they were doing. Still, she stood there behind Alice, fingering her own cunt as Alice fucked herself with they toy. Both women were staring into the mirror, enjoying the view of their naked bodies as they masturbated in tandem. With a hot fuck session already behind them, it didn’t take either of them long to build up again. It was no surprise that Alice came first, finally giving in to the wondrous sensations bombarding her pussy as she cried out loud, moaning and thrashing as her pleasure soared to new heights. She jammed the vibrator all the way inside her pussy as she came, savoring every last bit of yet another body shaking orgasm. As she finished, she lay panting on the floor, turning only when she heard Florence’s own cries of ecstasy.
For Florence, her second orgasm followed closely on the heels of the first. While she’d gotten there rather quickly, her fingers brought her to a short but intense climax. As she watched Alice and finger fucked herself hard, it was her fingers on her clit that had brought her around. Somehow, through it all she managed to remain standing, although her legs were shaking quite a bit when she was done. As soon as her first moan escaped her lips, Alice had turned from her own climax to watch, and Florence didn’t disappoint. Her pert little tits jiggled and bounced as her fingers finally brought her home. They were so very wet from being inside her pussy and they literally flew over her clit and cunt lips. Florence’s breath came out in short, sharp gasps as she came, and with a final squeeze and cry her orgasm was finished. Like Alice, she took a few moments to gather up her composure after finishing, and the two women finally embraced one last time before gathering up their things. It was only with great reluctance that Alice attempted to return Florence’s toy, but her newfound friend insisted that she keep it. They’d also exchanged phone numbers, each of them knowing full well that they’d have to go shopping together again. The summer was just getting started and it was only prudent that they have more than one bikini each to wear. Besides, after what they’d just shared together Alice was eagerly anticipating modeling her sexy swimsuit in front of her husband…and Florence’s!