A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his imminent arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would be here to stay just 48 hours. She sighed deeply in frustration. Twice before she came to see him. The first time, several years earlier, it had been soundly rejected. It hurt her. The second was during a visit when he had undergone surgery on his shoulder. I can’t really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was suffering a lot. But she and Greg had talked to him several times as the man she could be with. It was certainly one of his fantasies. If it were to become a reality, it would be another story.
Of course, she had to work two nights, he was in town. As they were getting ready for bed the first night, Greg told him how he and Doug had spent the evening in a bar, discussing a multitude of topics. They were friends long ago, having been on a boat together. Neither had the other ever seen anything sexually wrong done with another woman, but they had a joke about an incident where a friend had sent a girl from their room without even asking if it was okay. Throughout the evening, Doug referred to the girl’s desire to stay, as well as to other sexual subjects. Greg had slipped, said, “You never know,” and made me passionate love as if to be strong enough for Doug to hear in the next room.
The next night Greg and Doug took a bar again to drink and chat. At one point in the conversation, Doug commented that he would have no problem sleeping with another woman in this city, because he no longer lived here. He made it clear that he was more than interested in me. I joined them at the bar, and the sex tones were great. He looked at Greg with caution, but he gently touched my arms and knees by making a point. We went home and just sat and talked for several hours. As the conversation started, Greg began to fall asleep in the chair. With a tremor, he stood and announced that he was going to bed and wished Doug a safe trip home. He was so tired that nobody thought about it. At first.
The words literally stopped and we looked at each other. “Why are we doing this?” I finally asked. “Because we are both a little afraid,” he replied. I made a move, and he moved to my side on the couch. “Silly,” I said like Leaned to him. The sweet kiss I wanted to become quickly much more. The intensity burst as his hands began to touch and caress my body. I groaned, I covered my back, gave him access to my body still dressed. We broke our kiss, so he could start kissing me. I felt her hands slip under my shirt so I leaned down to help her look for my breasts. My bra that I had removed earlier in the evening, so her fingers discovered my hardened nipples and warm skin. He played with me, slipping and slipping his hands and fingers on and around my body.
Soon my shirt disappeared. He looked at the stairs and we talked about going to the emergency room. He said he didn’t want to be near the children’s rooms, so we retired to the family area. Under one five by six feet, floor to ceiling, we started again. His mouth attaches to every nipple in turn. His shirt followed mine to the ground. I talked her nipples, sucking almost hard. His response was immediate and positive. He stashed his back so my mouth could pull his nipples out. My shorts and tights were quickly thrown out. My pussy was on fire while her hands were playing with me, and in no time I got wet. His face came down and I gassed while his tongue was working it’s magic. “I want you to come for me,” he said, looking at my pussy. He immediately gave back his mouth and I cried loudly. His tongue pushed me to the end, I covered my back and yelled. My orgasm was overwhelming, an electric bow!!! I put my pubis in her mouth like a chain of orgasmic tremors took me.
He was standing, and I left his pants and underwear at his ankles. He fired them and I hit his hardness. Thank you, thank you. He wasn’t huge, but his dick was a fine specimen. I draped my tongue through my head, tasting the precum that was there. I slowly surrounded the crown with my lips, running my tongue around the edge. He groaned as I lifted my lips and began to tongue the underside of the crown in balls. I hit him very slowly when my saliva lubricated him. My hand slipped like it was greased, my fingers turned and twisted. I gave my lips back to his cockhead, suddenly swallowing the length (as best as I could). I started sucking him, using my mouth as a very tight pussy and my hands slide and slide. In seconds, he ran away. “Oh, no,” he said with a glimmer in his eye, “I must fuck you.” With this, he pushed me back on the couch and guided his hardness towards me.
The entrance of his dick gave incredible sensations. I moaned several times when he slipped into me. I mean, I could smell his balls against my asshole. It was so good!!! So full! He retired a little bit and took him home. I groaned in appreciation, pushing against him to gain maximum depth. Again, he came in and out. I felt my orgasm rise quickly. “It won’t take me long,” I thought. Suddenly, he stopped. “I can’t do this,” he whispered, “the ground kills my knees.”
“I have the cure,” I said I was lying on the couch. “Come here.” Yes. God did. I came at least twice as much when we fucked. The moonlight jumping out the window constantly reminded anyone who wanted to see me get fucked completely. Could see me act like a slut in heat. As my second orgasm diminished, I had a bad thought. “My God, I’m gonna wake Greg up when I get up and make him eat my pussy and fuck me again,” I thought.
So I did. But that’s another story.