Story 8 #2
She pushed them down and grabbed hold of them, and his hand went down into her panties, finding the warmth and the wetness that he desired down there.
They pleasured one another while continuing to kiss, and then she pulled away from him. She pulled her panties down and stood before him, completely naked.
He looked at her incredible body, at the inviting slit of her pussy between her legs, and he felt his cock throbbing.
He pushed his boxer shorts down and she looked him up and down appreciatively.
Then, she grabbed his hand and led him into the hot tub.
She pushed him down so that he was in one of the seats, and he felt the hot water prickling his skin.
She straddled him, kissing him, grabbing his cock again, and jerking him off.
He fingered her while his other hand went to her breasts.
She raised them out of the water and he sucked on them, hearing her moan.
When she cried out, it occurred to him that they could be discovered at any second - that the owner of the hot tub might hear the noise and wonder just what was going on at the bottom of his garden.
However, he found that he really didn’t care about that. He wanted her, and that was all that mattered.
She lowered herself down, pushing his cock into her pussy.
She started to ride him, her hips rocking back and forth, the pace building up. He grabbed handfuls of her ass. Her breasts bounced out of the water and he looked at them, longing for them, and then he looked at her face as she cried out, again and again, whipping her head from side to side wildly.
He couldn’t last. This was too much, it was too perfect.
He came inside her as she arched her back and cried out louder than ever.
She collapsed on him, panting, kissing the parts of his body that came out of the water.
He felt her hand on his cock, teasing him, and soon he was hard again. She made him sit on the edge of the hot tub so that she could kneel on the seat and suck on his cock.
Soon, he was fully ready for action again.
He pulled her out and bent her over the edge of the hot tub. He moved behind her and slid into her wet pussy from that position.
Now he was in control. He built up the pace once more till he was fucking her hard. She turned her head to look back at him, and the sight of her face contorted in such exquisite pleasure only served to spur him on. Harder and harder he fucked her, her cries coming one after another now, until, finally, he came inside her again.
They held one another, panting.
The sun was fully up now.
“I’d better go,” she said.
“Wait,” he’d called out to her as she gathered up her clothes, as she covered her sweet nakedness.
She turned to him.
“What?” she asked him.
“Will I see you again?”
She had simply shrugged, and before he could say anything else, she had run through the bushes, and he had lost sight of her.
It was only then that he realized that he hadn’t even asked her name. He had no idea who she was. He sat there, wondering about this encounter - already it was starting to take on the quality of a dream in his mind - until he suddenly noticed a light being turned on in the house at the far end of the garden.
Remembering that he shouldn't be there, he gathered up his clothes and ran off, trying to dress as he went.
He walked through the house where the party had been - now almost completely deserted - hoping that he would see the girl again. But there was no sign of her.
He kept hoping that he would see her again - maybe around college, or maybe he would bump into her at one of the parties - but he hadn’t seen her at college, and he had barely made it to any more parties - and there had been no sign of her at any of the ones that he had been able to go to.
He was starting to think that he might never see her again.
Worse than that, sometimes he would imagine that she was out there looking for him, and that eventually she would get frustrated with his absence, at which point she would decide to find some other guy to have some fun with.
Sometimes he would torture himself with the idea of seeing her emerge from one of the other rooms in his dorm one morning, disheveled and with that naughty little smile of hers on her lips. Luckily, it hadn’t happened yet, and he still held out some hope that he would, in fact, see her again.
But, for now, he had this final order to deliver. Maybe once that was out of the way he would get back to his room and he wouldn't feel so tired. Maybe there would be something happening that night and he'd want to get involved with it. Maybe this would be the night when he finally saw her again when it finally happened for him.
He checked the address again.
He was almost there.
He rounded one last corner and pulled up outside the house.
He gathered up the order and headed to the door.
He knocked on it a couple of times, and there was no answer.
He tried once more, and then he heard a voice call out.
“Come in! We’re just in the kitchen!”
Feeling slightly awkward about just walking into a stranger’s house, he pushed the door open and walked inside. He could hear voices, and he followed them through to the kitchen.
When he got there, he saw two women talking to one another. That was the first thing he noticed, anyway. When they stopped speaking and turned to look at him, he noticed that they were both very, very, beautiful as well.
They were both wearing tight jeans that showed off long, shapely, legs and tight tank tops that showed off their slim figures and breasts. One woman had long, auburn, hair, and her breasts were considerably larger than the other woman’s. The other woman, with dark brown hair that came below her shoulders - had smaller breasts, but they were still impressive and had a great shape to them. He realized in a moment that neither woman was wearing a bra, and he told himself to pull himself together and focus on delivering the food.
The auburn-haired woman had light skin with a splash of freckles across her cheeks and nose. She had dark green eyes and full lips. The other woman had hazel eyes and a rounded face. They were each beautiful in their own ways. They both looked as though they were in their early thirties.
They both looked at him. The auburn-haired woman smiled and looked him up and down. He thought that there was something almost predatory about the way that she did it. He felt as though he was her prey - and he found that he didn’t mind the feeling at all.
“Hi,” he said, “I’ve got your food.”
“Well, well,” the auburn-haired woman said, “a special delivery. Aren’t we lucky, Sarah?”
“We certainly are, Laura,” the other woman said. They looked at one another and laughed slightly.
“Just put it on the side,” Laura said.
He put the food on the side and began to open the bag.
“OK,” he said, “we have...”
Laura had walked over while he was putting the bag down - he assumed she had done it to check on the food - but now she reached up and put a finger over his lips.
“Shh,” she said softly, “don’t worry about the food. Come on, take a seat.”
He froze for a moment, unsure what to do.
“Come on, she urged him. She took his hand and led him over to a kitchen stool. He sat down on it, and both women stood in front of him.
“Now,” Laura said, “why don’t you tell us your name?”
He told them his name.
“Very good. Are you in a hurry? Do you have to be anywhere?”
He thought about his plans to continue his search for the beautiful mystery woman. But here he didn't have to search - there were two beautiful women, right in front of him. He couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on.
“No,” he said, trying to sound confident, “nowhere to be. You’re my last delivery of the night.”
"Excellent!" Laura said, turning to Sarah with a smile, "Aren't we the lucky ones? That means that we get you all to ourselves."
He wasn’t sure what that meant.
He noticed that the two women had moved in closer to one another. They had their arms around one another’s waists as they looked at him, and their hips had come together. He looked at the sensual curves of their bodies as they rubbed together and he felt a stirring within himself.
“Now,” Sarah said, “we’re going to play a little game. We’re going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to have to answer us truthfully. OK, question one - which one of us do you think is the prettiest?”
He felt as though a spotlight was being shone on him as the two women stared at him. They were both waiting for an answer, and he felt as though whatever he said would be wrong.
“I think,” he said, thoughtfully, “that you are both very beautiful.”
Laura laughed.
“Such a diplomatic answer! But, come on, you must have a favorite. You can tell us.”
He looked at both of them. What was he meant to say?
But while he was trying to work out what answer he could give that would cause the least offense, the two women turned their heads to look at one another. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching.
“I think that you are the prettiest,” Laura said to Sarah.
“Oh, you’re too kind,” Sarah replied, “but you are absolutely gorgeous.”
Sarah reached up with one hand and stroked Laura’s hair.
“That hair of yours,” she murmured, “you know how it drives me crazy.”
They turned their bodies then so that they were pushing against one another. They held one another by the waist and then, as Pete looked on in absolute amazement, the two women started to kiss one another. He saw their faces move in closer, saw their lips parted, and saw just a hint of their tongues pushing forward, searching for one another before their lips locked together.
Their hands began to move over one another as they held each other close, their kiss continuing and their heads moving from side to side.
One of Sarah’s hands went to Laura’s back and slid up it till she reached her friend’s hair. Her fingers pushed through it, while one of Laura’s hands went to Sarah’s ass and stroked it.
Sarah lifted one of her legs, bending it at the knee, and rubbed it against Laura’s thigh.