Story 3
Summary:
Alice, nineteen years old. She’s moved away from home and had a sexual awakening.
But on her way back to her old hometown, she starts to have some trouble with her car.
Pulling into a garage, she likes the look of the mechanics.
But which one will she have fun with? Luckily for her, she doesn’t have to choose.
Ben and Chris, mid-thirties. As soon as they see Alice, they know just what to do. Never mind her car, they want to check her out!
Threesome, age gap, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
Alice had been concerned about the sounds that her car's engine was making for quite some time, but she had been hoping that it would simply go away, and she would be able to make the rest of her journey home without any incident.
The thought of getting stuck out here in the wilderness was certainly not something that she had planned on when she had started her drive home, but it hadn't been long before the car had started to make some fairly ominous sounds,
and suddenly the drive had started to seem a lot longer than it had when she had been planning it from the comfort of her apartment.
She still thought of her hometown as her actual home, and the apartment where she now lived, where she was setting up a new life for herself, as some kind of in-between place.
She supposed that, soon enough, it would feel like a real home, but she still found herself being called back to the same old town where she had grown up, even though she felt as though she had changed so much in the time that she had been away.
It had only been a few months, but just thinking about how everything had changed so much for her made her smile to herself.
As she kept driving along the road through the forest, she found her thoughts turning over all of the things that had happened, and she was distracted from her current predicament, smiling to herself as she thought about some of the good times that she'd had thus far.
Going home now, she wondered if anyone would notice all of the changes that had happened to her.
She was curious about this but also somewhat nervous, wondering if her parents would see any difference.
Even though she was nineteen years old, they still saw her as their little girl; she knew that much, and that was one of the reasons why she had taken this job in another town, wanting to get away from their somewhat overbearing presence, and even though they had protested,
she had been sure that it was the right thing to do.
As it turned out, she had quickly found out that it had certainly been the right choice.
As she thought about it, she smiled to herself, but a sudden high-pitched grinding noise coming from somewhere deep in her engine brought her straight back to reality, causing her smile to quickly turn into a frown.
She made a quick mental calculation about how far she was from a town where she might be able to get some help.
She knew that there was a small town nearby, having seen the signposts when she had passed by, but she had no idea about the kind of place that it was.
She decided that it was her best bet to head in that direction, hoping to find a mechanic who could help her out.
Even if there wasn’t a mechanic there, she told herself, it would be better to be in a town, with people, rather than stranded by the side of the road.
With this decision made, she kept an eye out for the turning and let her mind wander back to the good times that she’d had and the changes that had taken place in her over the past few months.
She was a beautiful young woman and had always been popular with the boys back home.
At nineteen years old, she was tall, slim, and athletic, with long, toned legs, a tight peach of an ass, a flat stomach, a slender waist, and good-sized, firm, perky breasts.
Her skin had a natural glow to it, a honey-colored tan that made her seem as though she was full of vitality.
Her hair was long and dark brown, thick and shiny, and she had a beautiful face, with dimpled cheeks, a cute little nose, big, dark eyes, and long lashes.
Her mouth was heart-shaped with plump lips.
She managed to exude a certain raw sexuality, as well as giving off the sense of being somewhat innocent.
In fact, up till they time that she had gone away, the latter had been much closer to the truth.
She'd had boyfriends, but none of them had lasted long.
They always wanted more, and they never seemed to understand that her parents kept such a close eye on her that managing to find the time and work out the logistics of doing something like that was inevitably hard,
and they always grew impatient or simply thought that she was frigid or leading them on in some way.
As time had gone by, she’d had a complicated relationship with the idea of losing her virginity. She wanted it, yearned for it, but she started to grow nervous as well, unsure about whether it would be obvious that she was a virgin, that she had never done it before.
Even when she had moved to her new town, the town that still didn’t quite feel like home, she still wasn’t quite sure how to approach this. She wanted a new start, but how to make it happen?
As it turned out, it had happened to her one day when she had been walking along the street, just enjoying the warm summer weather and getting used to this new town.
She had been wearing a tight top that showed off her figure, with just a flash of her toned midriff showing.
She had matched that with some tiny shorts that showed off her long legs and clung tightly to her great ass.
She hadn’t specifically worn this outfit to show off her body - it had just seemed like a practical outfit to wear in this warm weather. But she was certainly well aware of the fact that she looked good in it.
As she walked down the street, she sensed the appreciative gazes, but this was something that she was used to by now. She took it all in her stride.
That was, until she saw Pete.
He was an incredibly handsome guy who looked as though he was about the same age as her. He had a toned, muscular look that he was showing off with his tight T-shirt, the arms and chest seeming to strain under the pressure from his muscles.
He had a dark and brooding look to him, lips that seemed close to pouting, sharp cheekbones, and dark eyes that matched his black, unruly hair.
As soon as she saw him, she wanted to run her fingers through that hair, to feel the tangle of it, and to run a hand over the muscles of his chest to feel just how solid they felt.
She wanted him to take her in his arms. She wanted to know how that would feel.
As they passed by one another, their eyes met, and her heart raced, thinking that something was surely about to happen.
And yet, then he passed her by.
She felt her heart rate returning to normal as her excitement was replaced with a slight sense of disappointment.
But then, suddenly, she felt a hand on her elbow, and she turned, knowing that it would be him.
He introduced himself, and soon they were chatting like old friends.
He was charming, witty, and asked her all about herself.
She knew that she wanted him and, more than that, she knew that he wanted her.
This was the moment when it really occurred to her that this could be it - that this could be the day when she finally lost her virginity.
Her excitement and nervousness reached a dizzying peak.
When he invited her back to his place, she agreed, trying to sound as casual as she possibly could.
This was when she knew for certain that this was going to be the day when it finally happened.
As soon as they got there, as soon as he closed the door, she felt one of his hands on her waist, the skin of his palm against the exposed skin of her midriff as he gently pushed her back against the closed door, and then her arms were around his shoulders as she kissed him,
their lips locked together and their tongues slowly playing, teasing, one another.
His kisses moved to her throat, and she felt herself turned on in ways that she had never imagined before.
One of her hands stayed on the back of his head, her fingers pushing into his hair, and her other hand moved down his back, feeling more of his body, before moving to one of his arms, stroking it and feeling the bulge of his muscle before moving to the front of his body,
sliding over the muscles of his chest and feeling that they were just as solid as they'd been in her imagination, and that they felt just as wonderful.
She felt one of his hands move down her waist slightly, and his other hand was pushing up beneath her top.
It went to the front of her body, his fingers brushing over the indentation of her belly button, and she felt the hand moving to her side and up her body as his kisses moved to her lips again, her lips that were so desperate for more of his kisses.
Then she felt his thumb brush slightly against the underside of one of her breasts. She hadn’t worn a bra that day - she liked the way that the top clung to the sweet shape of her breasts - and now she was feeling very glad that she had made that decision.
She was expecting him to grab hold of her breast then, but he only brushed against it, building her sense of anticipation. This was happening, she thought to herself, and now her excitement, her yearning for it, was beyond any of the nerves that she had been feeling.
He moved his hands away and stepped back from her. She looked up at him, wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted, her breast heaving with every breath.
He looked at her for a moment, and then he stroked her face lightly.
She closed her eyes for a moment, thrilled by his touch, and then he took her hand, leading her through to his bedroom.
She followed him willingly, eager to submit to him, eager to be his, to allow him to show her all of the things that she had been wondering about for so long, those things that she was so desperate to know.