Story 8 #2
She straightened up and looked down at him again. His hands moved back down to her waist.
She pulled her top up over her head, tossing her head from side to side.
He looked up at her incredible body, at her perky breasts, at the pink little nipples.
His hands moved up to them again, cupping one breast in each hand.
Then, she bent down to him again, kissing him as he played with her breasts. He tweaked her nipples. She moved so that he was now kissing her throat, and he heard her breathing heavily.
She moved further up his body, and then she pushed her breasts to his mouth.
He sucked on them each in turn, and her breathing turned to moaning.
Then, he felt one of her hands running down his body.
He felt her undoing his pants and pulling his cock out, grabbing the rock-hard member down by the base and squeezing it.
She began to jerk him off, and one of his hands went to the front of her shorts, undoing them and then sliding in, finding the wet warmth of her pussy.
He began to play with her, rubbing at her pussy and then moving to her clit, pushing at it and moving back and forth over it.
Her moans grew more urgent.
She moved down again, kissing him on the lips, and then she kept moving down his body, down, down to his stomach, licking at it before bending over his cock.
She pulled his pants the rest of the way down, and then she turned her attention to his cock.
She licked the full length of it, and then she sucked on the sides.
She took it in her mouth, and he felt her lips tight around it.
He looked at it in amazement, watching it disappear into her beautiful little mouth.
Her head moved up and down along the length of it, and he felt her sucking on it vigorously.
She really knew what she was doing down there, and he was loving every second of it.
She raised her eyes to look up at him. Their eyes met, and suddenly he was overwhelmed with the need to give her something back, to make her feel as good as he did in that moment.
He pulled himself up and reached down to grab her by the shoulders.
He turned her over onto her back. She lay there, completely his. She was at his mercy and ready for anything that he might want to do.
He bent down to suck on her breasts, and then he was pulling her shorts down, pulling her panties down.
She lay there before him, completely naked. He bent down over her pussy and kissed it. Then, he began to lick at it, his tongue moving up and down it before flicking at her clit.
He leaned in closer and pushed his nose against her clit as his tongue pushed inside her.
She cried out, her body squirming with delight as he continued to tease her and pleasure her.
He felt her juices on his face, tasted her on his tongue.
It was too much for him. He had to have her.
He moved up her body and looked down into her face. She pulled her knees up, and he felt her thighs against his body.
He moved in closer and felt his cock against her. Then, he felt it pushing into her. She let out a high-pitched little cry as his cock slid into her.
Her pussy was tight, but it was also so wet that he had no problems pushing deep into her. He felt her around him, so tight that it almost felt as though her pussy was gripping his cock. He held his throbbing cock inside her, and then he began to thrust.
He started off slowly, but it wasn't long before he was picking up the pace.
Her body was rocking with every thrust, and he kept going, fucking her harder, till he was so lost in the moment, so lost in his wild desire for her, that his cock was pounding away at her as her cries filled the room, one after another, as he fucked her harder, harder.
Her arms were wrapped around behind him, holding him close.
Then, he came inside her, a sweet release as he felt his cock shooting into her.
He pulled out of her, going to his knees and looking down at her hot body, at her pussy with his cum seeping from it.
Her cheeks had a rosy color to them, and she was breathing heavily.
She reached up and gave his cock - wet with her juices - a little stroke, as though showing her appreciation for the job that it had done inside her.
Without a word, she got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back, he looked at her gorgeous body, standing in the doorway. She was completely naked and looked incredible.
She saw him looking at her and waited there, letting him enjoy the view.
He couldn’t control himself.
He got to his feet and went to her, taking her in his arms, their naked bodies coming together once again.
He kissed her cheek, and then she turned her face up, and then they were kissing once again, and her hand was on his cock, playing with it. And then he felt himself getting hard again as he led her back to the bed, as they both got ready to have some more fun.
Now, as he found himself driving over to the address that he had been given for Holly’s house, he shook his head as he remembered that first time with Amy - as well as some of the other times that they’d had together since.
That was the kind of fun that he wanted to be having.
Not whatever this was going to turn out to be.
He wanted a life that was unburdened by chores, unburdened by having to help out his mother’s friends.
He wanted a life where he could just spend his days in bed with hot girls, naked.
That seemed like a much better way for him to spend his time.
He sighed to himself. Just get it over and done with, he told himself.
Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe there won't be too much to do.
Maybe you can get out of there early and give Amy a call.
Maybe the day won't be a complete waste, and there's still some fun to be had.
He had to admit, however, that he didn't have a good feeling about what lay ahead for him.
At last, he reached the house.
He could see that it had a large garden, and that made him worry immediately that there was going to be a lot of work for him to do out there.
Looking up at the exterior of the house, however, it didn’t look as though the place was in too much of a state of disrepair, and that filled him with some hope.
Maybe it would just be a few simple bits of yard work, or maybe fixing something pretty basic, and then he could be out of there.
He went to the door and rang the bell.
There was no answer. He looked at the driveway. There was a car parked there, so he assumed someone was in.
He was about to ring the bell again when he heard footsteps. They sounded as though they were coming downstairs.
Then, the door opened. And, when that happened, all of his thoughts about what he wanted to get up to with Amy seemed to disappear. He took one look at Holly, and he was lost.
She was, without doubt, one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen.
She looked slightly dishevelled, but that only seemed to somehow add to her beauty.
She looked as though she were about forty years old. She looked incredible for her age, however.
She had a glowing tan, and his immediate thought was to wonder if she was tanned all over. She had long, blonde hair that flowed down her back. Her face was beautiful. She had full cheeks with slight dimples, big, blue eyes with long lashes, and full lips that seemed to pout seductively.
She was wearing a bathrobe. It was pulled tight around her body and showed off a good figure.
She had a slim waist and full hips. It was hard to see much of her legs, but they looked toned.
The robe showed off plenty of her cleavage, and he was doing his best not to stare at it.
It was hard, however. Her breasts looked huge.
He wondered if she knew how much of them was on display.
Then, he wondered if she was wearing anything beneath that robe.
The idea of her being naked beneath it excited him.
He thought about her opening it up, revealing all of the secrets of her body to him.
Or, he thought about pulling it open himself, a hand slipping in beneath it to feel her gorgeous body beneath his hand.
She looked him up and down when she opened the door. Even as he was trying not to make it too obvious that he was checking her out, she didn’t seem to have any such worries about being caught checking him out.
“Well, hello there,” she said in a low, seductive voice, “and who do we have here?”
“Hi,” he said, trying to regain his composure, “I’m Dave.”
She looked into his eyes and didn’t say anything for a moment, as though she was trying to process what she had just been told. Then, her face lit up.
“Ah, of course!” she said, “You’re the young man who has been sent round to give me a hand, aren’t you? Well, I am sure that I can find a few things that you can give me a hand with.”
She smiled at him. He wasn’t sure how to react to this.
"Come in, come in," she said, pushing the door open when he didn't reply, "I'm sorry, I was still in bed when you rang the bell. Please, go and sit in the kitchen, and I'll go and make myself presentable."
He wanted to give her some compliment, tell her how wonderful she looked, but he didn’t know how to say it without it seeming inappropriate. He decided that, considering the things he was already thinking about this woman, he had to be careful not to let any of it slip out.
He went through to the kitchen while she went upstairs.
He waited there for about fifteen minutes, and then she came back in, looking even more beautiful than ever.
She had applied some light makeup that accentuated her beauty and was now wearing a simple, light summer dress.
Her figure looked even more amazing than he had thought earlier.
Her legs looked fantastic, and the way that the dress hung from her breasts made them look even bigger, even more succulent, than they had looked in the bathrobe.
She also didn't appear to be wearing a bra, and her breasts seemed to be defying gravity impressively.
He found himself, once again, doing his best not to stare.
He was sitting at the kitchen table when she came in. He started to get up, but she told him to sit back down.