Story 14 #2
He reached her pants, and his hands went to them, undoing them. She raised her ass as he pulled them down, seeing her simple, cotton panties, seeing her toned legs.
Then, he bent down to her panties. He could smell her scent, and it was driving him wild. It was all that he wanted; she was all that he wanted.
He kissed her pussy through her panties, and then pushed his tongue down, feeling the mound of her pussy with it.
Then, he bit her panties, tugging them down, leaving her lying there, completely naked.
He raised himself up for a moment to look at her naked body, and then he bent down to lick at her pussy, tasting her as he lapped at her, pushing his tongue into her, feeling her hot little body squirming. She lifted herself, pushing her pussy toward his mouth. She was moaning with even more urgency now.
His hands went to her thighs, pulling her up as he pushed his face down into her pussy.
Then, he raised himself up onto his knees. She reached out a hand to him, panting, gasping.
He pushed his pants and his boxer shorts down, and she glanced down at his cock, hungrily.
He moved up the bed, kneeling down beside her head. She turned to his cock and opened her pretty little mouth as he pushed his cock into it. He felt her lips tight around it as he slid it to the back of her throat, felt her tongue on it as she closed her eyes and sucked at him enthusiastically. He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it, and then he reached down the length of her body to her pussy, starting to rub at it, slipping the tips of two fingers into her.
Then, he lay himself down, turning her body onto its side, pushing her legs apart, and pushing his face back into her pussy.
The two of them were locked together now, pleasuring one another, their mouths working on one another. Then, he raised himself up to his knees. He looked down at her, at her gorgeous, naked body. Then, he pushed her onto her back, pushed her legs apart, and moved between them. He bent over her and slowly eased his cock into her, taking his time, relishing every single moment of it as her tight pussy swallowed up his cock. He felt her body quiver as he entered her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him. As she pulled her knees upward, one of his hands rubbed at the smooth skin of her thigh. He held himself in there, wanting this sweet moment of anticipation to last as he felt her pussy around his cock.
Then, he began to fuck her. She was moaning now with every thrust of his cock, and soon he was building up his pace. He felt the bed rocking as he fucked her harder, harder, and she was crying out now.
He pulled out of her, going to his knees and looking down at her naked body, seeing the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily.
Then, he grabbed his cock, slick and wet with her juices, and rubbed at it, before he grabbed hold of her and turned her over onto all fours. He pulled her toward him, feeling his cock push against her soft body, and then he slid himself into her from behind, holding her close as he began fucking her.
One of his hands went to the back of her neck, holding her right where he wanted her, and he was fucking her hard and fast now, her cries urging him on, till, at last, he came inside her.
He pulled out and sat back on the bed, panting. She turned around and came to him, pushing her soft, little body against his.
That was how he felt his college experience had really started, and it had been a whole lot of fun since then.
But now he was home again, and the good times sometimes felt as though they were a very long way away.
He had a job in a restaurant, washing dishes and dreaming of the day when he would return to college once more.
Now, however, he had a day off, and he wanted to make the most of it. He just wasn’t sure what to do with himself.
He decided to go for a walk. The sun was out, and it seemed like a good way to spend some time.
He headed out and found himself walking aimlessly around the neighborhood. His mind kept wandering, and he kept trying to tell himself not to torture himself with these thoughts of the good times. It would only make the wait all the longer, after all.
Sometimes, when he found himself focusing on a particular memory, going over the sensations, the feelings, the sights of a hot, naked body, he would feel his cock starting to get hard. This was incredibly frustrating for him. So far this summer, he had completely failed to meet anyone with whom he had an interest. He hadn't hooked up with anyone, and there wasn't much that he could do to help himself out when his cock got hard like this. He would jerk himself off, but it couldn't compare to the good times that he was still dreaming of.
He was lost in thought as he made his way down the street. He wished that there was some way that he could bring those good times from college back home with them. He told himself that he had to make more of an effort to see if any of the girls he knew who had left town to go away to college were back for summer, and if they were, then he would start trying to work his magic on them. He needed something to happen, after all. He told himself that he couldn't waste a whole summer like this.
He was so lost in his thoughts, planning how he was going to make this a reality, that, at first, he didn’t notice the car pulling up alongside him. As he kept walking, the car slowly rolled forward, matching his pace.
Then, he realized that it was there. He stopped and turned to see who it was and what they wanted.
That was when he found himself suddenly shocked by who he saw - and all of his thoughts about college girls went out of his mind in an instant.
The woman behind the wheel, leaning over to look at him out of the window, was his mother's best friend, Tara. Suddenly, he felt very self-conscious. He'd had a crush on Tara for a long time, and suddenly here she was. She was wearing a tight tank top, and as she leaned over like this, he caught a glimpse down the front of her top at her large, succulent breasts. He could see how tanned her skin was, and he wondered if she was that tanned all over. He wondered if she sunbathed topless in her garden. He thought about being there with her, looking down at her as she sunbathed naked. He thought about sitting down, straddling her, pushing his cock between her soft breasts. She'd raise her head with a shocked expression on it, but then she'd settle back, happy to have his hard cock sliding up and down between her breasts. He thought about cumming on her face, how good it would look running down her cheeks.
As he thought about all of this in an instant, he tried to focus on her face.
This was easy enough, as it was a very beautiful face. She was in her early forties but had aged incredibly. Her light brown hair didn't have any gray in it, and it cascaded down her back. She had full cheeks with cute, youthful dimples in them. Her nose was small, and she had large, dark green eyes. She had luscious, full lips that could smile in a warm and friendly way, or in a way that seemed strangely seductive to him, especially when she batted her long eyelashes at him as well. The way that she had looked at him just before he went away to college, when he was looking his best, sometimes it had made him wonder. Could there be something more there? He just didn't know, and he told himself that it was a crazy idea.
Apart from her incredible breasts, the rest of her body was perfect as well. She had toned, tanned legs that she usually showed off in a short skirt, and a full, ripe ass. He sometimes wondered what it would feel like to take hold of that ass.
"Hi!" she said, smiling at him. "I thought that was you. Even from behind, there's no mistaking a strapping young man like you!"
“Hi, Tara,” he said, feeling slightly awkward but also very pleased with the compliment.
“What are you up to?” she asked him.
“Oh, not much. Just out for a walk.”
Tara looked away for a moment, nodding, as though she was considering something.
Then, she turned back to him.
"Look," she said, "I don't suppose you could give me a hand with something, could you? I've got some furniture that needs moving, and I could do with having a strong young man such as yourself helping me."
He thought about this and felt a shift suddenly taking place in his plans. This sounded like a much better way to spend his time. It occurred to him that he knew very little about Tara outside of her friendship with his mother. He had no idea where she lived, or even if she was married. He supposed that this would be a good way to find out, anyway.
“Sure,” he said.
“Great!” she said, and opened the door for him.
He climbed in and sat next to her. He glanced over and saw that she was, in fact, wearing one of her short skirts. This one was denim, and it ended well above her knee, showing off plenty of her toned, tanned thighs. He did his best not to stare, even as he was imagining reaching across to them, how wonderful they would feel. He imagined sliding his hand up beneath her skirt. She would gasp as he did so. Then, he’d be feeling her pussy through her panties. He thought about her biting her bottom lip, trying to keep the sounds of her pleasure inside. He thought about making her his, how she would protest at first, telling him that it was wrong, that it was naughty, that they couldn’t do it. But his touch would win her over, and soon she would be begging him for more, begging him for his cock.
He looked away. He was getting too aroused thinking about this, and he needed to get control of himself.
They drove for several blocks and then pulled into a driveway. Luckily, his cock wasn’t as stiff as it had been, and they headed up to the house. He walked behind her, glancing at the way that her ass swayed from side to side.
Then, they were inside. He looked around, surprised by just how nice this house was. The furniture looked expensive.