Story 37 #2
He spread her lips and then he pushed the tips of two fingers into her. She let out a slight cry of pleasure. His fingers moved up to her clit, pushing at it again and again.
She pushed back at it, lifting herself up to his touch, wanting more of it.
His kisses moved down further, lingering on her tight abs.
He reached her panties. He kissed her pussy through them.
Could he taste her through her panties? She was so wet that she wouldn’t have been surprised.
Then, he bit the top of her panties. She pulled her legs up as he tugged her panties down her body, down until they slid past her ankles, past her feet, and then she lay before him naked.
He bent down to her pussy then and the flat of his tongue moved up her pussy, lapping at her slowly. She shuddered with pleasure.
His tongue moved to her clit, pushing at it, moving back and forth over it. She was so wet now, she could feel it, as he continued to pleasure her.
After some time, he went to his knees and looked down at her.
She looked at him. He had pushed his boxer shorts the rest of the way down now and was kneeling over her, naked, his cock hard and throbbing, huge as it hung over her.
He reached down to stroke her body. She pulled herself up and kissed him, tasting her own juices on his lips.
She pushed him down onto the bed, and he submitted to her.
She bent over his cock, her ass pushed up in the air, and licked it. She kissed the sides of it and then she took it in her mouth, pushing her lips tight around it and letting it slide to the back of her throat. Her head began to bob up and down along the length of it.
She could hear him breathing heavily. She let his cock slide out of her mouth and looked up at him.
“Come here,” he said breathlessly. She moved up the bed and straddled him.
He pulled her to him and kissed her. She took hold of his cock and rubbed the hard tip on her clit.
Then, she slid it into her wet pussy, feeling its hardness, its girth, stretching her pussy out, filling her up as she pushed down on it with all of her weight.
She held it inside herself as his hands went to her waist, and then she began to ride him, her hips rocking back and forth gently.
Her breasts bounced as her hips started to move faster, with more conviction.
Soon, she was riding him harder, harder.
She bent down and put her hands on his chest as she cried out again and again.
This was wonderful, this was perfect. And then he was rolling her over onto her back.
He moved between her legs as she pulled her knees up, and then he was looking down at her, his weight against her as he pushed his cock into her.
He started fucking her hard, his cock pounding away at her as she cried out again and again, her own hips bucking in time to his own. They were both in a frenzy now, both unable to contain their wild lust for one another.
And then, at last, he came inside her as she let out one final, long cry of pleasure.
That had been a wonderful moment for her, and there had been more good times with him, as well as good times with other guys that she had met.
She smiled to herself when she thought about it.
No, she told herself, she didn’t have anything to be too jealous about.
In fact, she should be more focused on remembering the good times, she told herself.
In the morning, she woke up slightly later than normal.
As the sun shone through her window, she felt slightly disoriented.
She looked at her clock and saw the time.
Then, she grabbed her phone. She was alarmed to see a number of missed calls from Becky.
She tried calling her back, but there was no answer.
She decided that the best thing to do was to get that sweater over to her as soon as possible in order to avoid any arguments.
She had a quick shower and applied a light layer of makeup. She liked to look as natural as possible.
Then, she got dressed. She put on a simple white bra and panties and then a light summer dress over them. She checked herself out in the mirror quickly and liked what she saw. The dress was casual but still showed off her figure. She thought that she looked good in it.
She had found the sweater when she got up, and now she took it down to her car.
She drove over to Becky’s as quickly as she could.
When she got there, she noticed that Becky’s car wasn’t in the driveway. She didn’t think too much about this. Maybe she had gone out to get some more supplies for her trip, she thought to herself.
She did notice that Dan’s car was there, however, and that made her heart beat just a little bit faster, even as she told herself not to be so silly.
Dan was Becky’s father. He had insisted that she call him Dan, and she had been happy to oblige.
She thought that he was perhaps the most handsome man that she had ever seen in her life.
In fact, she probably would have stated that he was the most handsome man in the world if someone had forced that confession from her.
He was in his early forties, but he looked incredible for his age. He was tall and well-built. He still kept in good shape and had a powerful-looking upper body.
He always dressed well, wearing smart suits. He was always well-presented, clean-shaven to show off his incredible jawline, and with his dark hair cut neatly. He had piercing dark green eyes that seemed as though they could see deep into her soul and see just what she was thinking about.
He was classically handsome, like a movie star from old Hollywood films. He could look at her in an intense way that left her wondering just what he was thinking, and he could then smile at her in such a way that she felt as though her heart would melt.
She pulled up outside and looked at his car. So, she thought to herself, maybe Becky was out. But Dan seemed to be in. She composed herself, telling herself not to act as though she had some silly crush on him. She told herself to play it cool.
She picked up the sweater, got out of her car and headed to the front door.
She knocked on it and waited.
Soon enough, the door was opened.
There he was, looking just as well, just as immaculately presented, as he always did.
He was dressed quite casually, in a shirt and jeans, but somehow he elevated a simple outfit like that to something more, something better.
She smiled at him, trying to play it cool.
“Hi,” she said, “is Becky in?”
“Hi, Jess,” he said casually. She looked at him closely, and for a moment she saw his eyes move up and down, as though checking her out, but she told herself that it had to be a mistake. Surely not.
“Did she not manage to get hold of you?” Dan went on.
“No. I mean, I had some missed calls from her, but she didn’t answer when I tried to call back.”
“Ah. Yeah, she was trying to get hold of you to get that sweater before she left. She ended up leaving early. She was all for going round to your place and knocking on the door, but I told her that it was far too early to go around banging on people’s doors.
I told her that if she couldn’t get hold of you, then she was just going to have to do without the sweater. She was not happy, I can tell you that.”
He smiled at her, and she smiled back.
“I can imagine.”
“But, I’ll let her know that you dropped it off as early as you could. It’s not your fault, I wouldn’t worry about it. And she has plenty of sweaters anyway. Sorry that you had to make the trip over here.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem,” she said. Then, her heart was racing. Was she really about to say this? She knew that it was madness. And yet, she felt the words bubbling up within her, “It was worth it to see you, anyway.”
She tried to say it in a joking way, tried to smile after she said it, but she could feel the color in her cheeks. She was sure that she had just revealed her crush to him, and now there was no way to take it back.
He looked into her eyes as though he were considering something.
“Are you in a hurry?” he asked her.
“No, not especially,” she replied, surprised.
“Why don’t you come in for a bit? You’ve come all this way, why don’t we hang out?”
Her heart was pounding now, the blood roaring in her ears. Could something really happen here? Surely not. And yet…
“Sure,” she said.
He held the door open for her, and she stepped inside.
Then, he placed a hand on her waist as he led her through to the front room.
He only touched her gently, but she could feel him guiding her.
His touch was so assured, it left her feeling as though this was a real man, a man who knew just what he wanted. But the question was, did he want her?
They made their way through to the front room.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s grab a seat.”
He led her over to the couch, and then he sat down beside her.
It was a large couch, but he sat so close to her that his leg was brushing against hers.
She looked down at their legs for a moment and then looked up into his face.
He was looking at her with that strange intensity of his, a slight smile on his lips.
She felt suddenly shy, and her instincts told her to look away. And yet, she held his gaze.
“You really are a beautiful young woman,” he said softly, as though to himself.
She felt her blush returning. Now it was almost impossible for her to keep holding his gaze, but somehow she managed it.
Their eyes were locked together. She felt sure that something was about to happen, but she wasn’t sure if she should make a move here or not. Something told her that it wasn’t her place, that she had to leave it to him. But what if he didn’t do anything? What if the moment slipped away from them?
He reached up then, and pushed some loose hairs behind one of her ears. His touch made her want to shudder, and yet she managed to control herself. She looked away for a moment and then looked back at him.
Then, he leaned in closer. She felt dizzy. This was like a dream.
Then, his lips brushed against hers for just a moment. His kiss was so light, so quick, that she felt as though it might not have really happened. But he was looking into her eyes, as though he hoped to see something there.