Story 38 #3
“Ah, of course,” she said, “Well, I am very pleased to meet you, I must say. My name is Louise.”
She walked over to him, holding out her hand. He took hold of it and shook it slightly. He could see the look in her eyes - strangely intense, as though she was sizing him up and working out just what to do with him.
“So, you’re here to do what I tell you, Carl, is that right?”
“I guess so,” he said, trying to regain some of his composure.
“Well, aren’t I a lucky girl?”
She stepped in closer to him. Her body was so close to him now, that he could smell her perfume, could practically feel her brushing against him, and he had to resist the temptation to lean forward just a little bit in order to feel her body against his.
He looked down into her face. She was even more beautiful close up like this. He felt lost in those deep, blue, eyes of hers.
“And who knows,” she said, “maybe you could be a lucky boy as well.”
Their eyes were locked together. He felt sure that he understood what she meant by this - and the look on her face seemed to confirm it. But he couldn’t believe that this could really be happening.
He wondered if he should do something, or react in some way.
She sighed.
“I can see that I’m going to have to show you what it is that I want you to do for me, aren’t I?”
And, with that, she leaned forward, pushing herself up slightly onto her tiptoes to get closer to him, and kissed him, lightly, on the lips.
He didn’t react - didn’t even have time to fully process what was happening at first - and then she pulled back, looking up at him with mock disappointment.
“Isn’t this what you want?” she said, softly.
She sighed and turned away from him.
She walked over to a dressing table on the other side of the room.
“Well,” she said, loudly, “I must say that I’m disappointed in you, Carl. I thought that you and I were going to have a lot of fun together and you were going to look after me.
He looked over at her, at the way her ass looked so juicy hidden beneath the robe that she was wearing, at the long, blonde, hair.
He could feel his cock getting hard. He thought about that kiss, how it had left him wanting more.
He knew that she was waiting for him to make a move now - and he decided that it was time for him to do just that.
He walked across the room. His cock was getting even stiffer now. He came in right behind her. There was a mirror on the dressing table, and he saw her looking at him in the reflection, a little smile on her lips as he drew closer.
Then, he reached around her front, grabbing hold of her, his hand feeling her tight, taut, abs.
He pulled her back, not turning her around. She tilted her head to one side and he began to kiss her throat.
She closed her eyes and smiled slightly.
He looked at the reflection, at her beautiful face, at her incredible body, and he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone before. All thoughts of that mystery girl were long gone now. This was more than her - this was a real woman, and he couldn’t wait to see what they were going to do next.
He pushed himself against her, feeling the bulge of his cock pushing into her soft ass. He felt her push back against him, rubbing at him, teasing him, exciting him.
He pulled her close to him, his mouth still on her throat.
Suddenly, she turned around to him, smiling at him. She grabbed his face between her hands and pulled it to her.
Now they were kissing, their mouths pushing together. He grabbed her by the waist, his hands on the outside of her robe now.
He felt her hands on his body as well. She moved them up his back, around to the front of his body, and then pushed them up beneath his T-shirt, feeling his body. He could feel the eagerness in her touch, could sense just how much she wanted him - and he wanted her just as much.
Suddenly, she hopped up onto the table and sat back on it.
He pushed in closer to her, moving between her legs, his hands beneath her robe now, feeling her body, moving over her soft skin, stroking her, caressing her.
One of his hands stayed on her torso, and his other hand went down to her thighs. He thought about how good her legs had looked when he’d seen them through her open robe. He stroked her thigh, and it felt so good that his other hand went down to her other thigh.
He pushed in against her, his hands went around behind her, beneath her robe, and grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her to him, pushing himself even closer to her, his cock rubbing at her through his pants, pushing at her crotch.
He wanted to just drop his pants, push her bikini bottoms to one side, and push his cock into her right there. But he knew that he should appreciate the moment, make it last, have his fun with her - and let her have her fun with him as well, of course.
He felt her pulling at his T-shirt. He took his hands away from her body, raised his arms, and broke off their kiss so that she could pull his T-shirt off.
He saw her looking at his body, and he saw the excitement - the hunger - in her eyes. He felt just the same looking at what he could see of her body - and he wanted more of it.
Her hands went to his body, stroking it, moving all over it, feeling his muscles.
She pulled him to her again, and then they were kissing once more.
He began pushing at her robe, and now it was her turn to take her hands away from his body as he pushed her robe down her arms, leaving her sitting on it, wearing nothing but her sexy little red bikini.
They were kissing again, their hands all over each other.
One of his hands slid up her back and he felt the knot in her bikini top. He paused there for a moment and considered undoing it, getting her gorgeous breasts out, getting his hands on them, feeling them. But he told himself to wait.
One of his hands slid down to her ass. He pushed her bikini bottoms down slightly and felt the start of her ass cheeks.
His other hand continued moving up past her bikini strap and went to the back of her hair, feeling her luxurious hair, pushing through it.
He felt her hands go down to his ass, squeezing it. He felt her thighs push together at his body, as though she wanted to hold him in place, keep him right where she wanted him.
Her kisses moved to his throat, and then to one of his bare shoulders.
She turned her head to look up at him for just a moment - and he was once again stunned by just how beautiful she was - and then she was kissing his chest, licking at his body.
She raised her face to his again, and then their lips locked together once more.
He couldn’t help himself now - he was too aroused, and the thought of her succulent breasts was driving him crazy.
One of his hands slid up the side of her body and then moved around to her front, grabbing hold of one of her breasts and squeezing it through her bikini top.
It felt wonderful - full, juicy, and ripe. And he wanted it.
He felt her hands on his ass grip him tighter, pulling him against her, and he continued grinding himself up against her. He could sense that she was excited to feel his touch on her breast like that, and it only served to excite him even more.
He pushed his hand up beneath her bikini top, grabbing hold of her breast fully in his hand, feeling the bump of her nipple against the palm of his hand.
He broke off their kiss and looked down at her breasts.
“Go on, go on,” she said softly, urging him on.
He didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled her bikini tip down on one side, and one of her incredible breasts popped free.
Her breasts were just as tanned as the rest of her, and right in the center, he saw the dark circle of her nipple.
He reached out and stroked her breast, and his fingers lingered over her nipple, feeling it gently before flicking at it. He looked to the other side and pulled her bikini top down there as well, exposing another perfect breast.
He gave that one the same attention, with one hand stroking each of them, toying with them.
He massaged her breasts before he focused on her nipples, flicking at them,
He bent down and kissed each nipple, one after the other.
He did this slowly, but as soon as he had done it, he felt the floodgates of his desire open, as he began to kiss them, lick them, suck on them, greedily. His hands were on them, playing with them, kneading them.
He felt her hands still on his body and heard her moaning as he kept having fun.
Then, he felt her hands on the front of his pants, undoing them and pushing them down.
He felt her pull his cock out. He knew just how hard he was now, and he heard her mutter appreciatively as she took him in her hand, toying with him.
He felt her squeezing his cock, then her hand ran down to his balls, giving them a squeeze as well.
After that, her hand returned to the shaft of his cock, stroking it slowly.
He couldn’t help himself. He thought about her bikini bottoms and what must be waiting for him in there, and he had to touch her there.
One of his hands slid down her body, down to her bikini bottoms. He pushed them to one side and reached for her pussy.
Straight away, he could feel that she was already wet, and her arousal only made him feel even more aroused.
He felt her hand tighten on his cock, felt her thighs push against him, as his fingers began to play with her pussy. He looked into her face and saw the exquisite pleasure that she was feeling.
The tip of one finger went to her clit and began to stroke it, tease it, pushing at it with different degrees of pressure to keep her pleasure building.
She kept working on his cock, and he was getting even more aroused, feeling his cock throbbing in her firm grip.
He wanted more of her - he had to have more of her.
He dropped to his knees. She leaned forward, looking down at him.
He looked up and saw her beautiful face, saw her incredible breasts pushed forward, looking even bigger.
He grabbed hold of her bikini bottoms and began to pull them off, slowly, sliding them down her toned legs, feeling the supple flesh beneath his touch.