Story 2 #3
Their eyes locked together. She was frozen. She didn’t know what to do. This was her friend’s father! She couldn’t do this, could she? But she wanted this. She had always wanted this, ever since the first time that she had seen him, and now it was being offered to her, right here. Her desire grew within her as she realized that she could take exactly what she wanted.
A smile slowly formed on her lips. He grinned back at her, his hand still held out. She walked over to him slowly. He reached down and took her hand, pulling her slightly closer to him.
Their faces were close now, tantalizingly close.
“I’ve wanted this since that first time I saw you,” he said, “and I know that it’s what you want as well.”
She reached up and stroked his face, not saying a word.
Then, he leaned in to kiss her.
Her lips parted, her head tilted slightly to one side, her eyes closed, and then she felt his lips pushing against hers, kissing her gently, his tongue darting out and finding hers, pushing against it. He squeezed her hand as though telling her that this was OK, that this was right, that this was what they both wanted.
His other hand went to the side of her face. He pushed the hand back past her ear, back through her hair, his fingers sliding through it.
Her other hand went to his chest and moved over it, feeling his body beneath it.
His hand had reached the back of her head, and now it moved down her back. She felt it move over the exposed area of skin above her top, then it moved down over her top, and then it was on the exposed skin below the top. She felt the tips of his lower fingers push down into her skirt for a moment before the hand moved around to her side, then around to the front of her body.
He rested his hand there, on her belly, as she felt the rise and fall of her own breathing in the pressure of his hand there. She felt his thumb go to her belly button, moving back and forth over it.
He broke off the kiss, and she felt his mouth moving down past her cheek. She tilted her head to one side as she felt him kissing her throat, and she let go of his hand, her free hand now moving to the back of his head. She was breathing heavily as she felt him kissing her there, his breath warm on her skin.
His newly freed hand wrapped around behind her and pulled her in closer to him. His hand on her stomach moved to her side, and then her body was against his, being pulled against him even as she surrendered to him, pushing herself against him, wanting him, giving herself to him completely.
His hand then moved around behind her and went down to her ass. He grabbed a handful of it and began to massage it as his kisses moved back to her lips, where she accepted them greedily.
Then, he pulled back from the kiss and looked into her eyes.
She leaned forward slightly as if by instinct, as if she was still hungry for more of his kisses.
“This is just what I wanted,” he murmured. He reached up and stroked her face. She turned to kiss his hand, his fingers, “but how about I show you the bedroom?”
She took her attention away from his hand and looked into his eyes as she understood just what he meant, just where this was going now. She nodded slightly. Yes, that was just what she wanted.
“Good girl,” he said, and he took her hand again as he moved away from her, pulling her after him, leading her to the stairs.
Her heart was racing as he led her up to the bedroom. A part of her was still warning her that this was wrong, that she couldn’t possibly do this. But she knew that part of her would never speak loudly enough to be heard over the roar of her animal desire within her. She was ready to give him whatever it was that he wanted now.
He led her into the bedroom. For a moment, she looked around and a practical voice in her head noted the storage space, thinking that she would be happy to move into this place. But then she saw the bed and she remembered just why they were there, and she turned to him, biting her bottom lip, feeling herself shaking with excitement now.
She turned to look at him, wanting to say something, wanting to find some way to express to him just what this meant for her, but she couldn’t find the words.
He reached out and pushed her hair back behind her ear again, a gesture that she had already grown to yearn for, and then his hands went to her waist, holding her there as he looked at her.
“You and me,” he said, thoughtfully, “are going to have a hell of a lot of fun, don’t you think?”
She nodded at him, the promise of just what this fun would be filling her with a new level of desire and sweet anticipation. She wanted to see just what he could do to her hot little body, just how good it would feel, just how she could find ways to pleasure him, to gain his approval, to show him that she was his.
“Good girl,” he said, already showing her some of that approval that she yearned for so much.
He pulled her to him and her arms went around behind the back of his head as they began to kiss again, kissing passionately, giving in to the desire that they had for one another, as though they had both been holding it in for so long but now there was no longer any need to hold it inside, now it could be let loose fully.
She felt his hands on her waist, stroking her body, feeling the softness of her lithe body, and then she felt one of them move around to her juicy ass again, grabbing hold of it. One of her hands then went to his ass, stroking it and massaging it, and her other hand went to the front of his body again, and then she was pulling at the shirt, yanking it out of his pants and her hand went beneath it, feeling his body properly now, and she felt him move himself closer to her, closer to her touch.
His kisses moved to her throat. She kept her eyes closed, breathing heavily as she felt his mouth on her skin.
Her hand pushed further up beneath his shirt. As she was doing that, she felt his hand - the one that wasn’t already busy massaging her ass - move around to the front of her body again. She felt him caress her softness, and then his hand was pushing up beneath her top, moving up further, exploring more of her body. She felt his hand brush against the underside of one of her breasts. It felt wonderful to have him exploring her like this, as though he was claiming each inch of her for his own as he discovered it for himself. She had never felt so desired, had never felt as though her body was such a delight and a wonder to another person.
She pulled him in even closer with her hand on his ass and felt his crotch pushing against her, the hardness in it rubbing against her as his hand moved further up.
“Go on, go on,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, and then he took hold of one of her breasts, his hand moving over it.
He raised his face to look into hers as he did this, as he stroked her breast and then began to massage it, and there was a look of triumph in his eyes, and she knew that he had fantasized about this, lusted over this, for such a long time now. She could understand the look on his face - after all, it was how she felt now that she had his hands on her.
Then he was kissing her again, their lips locked together in passion, and her hand moved out from beneath his shirt before both of her hands went to the front of it and began to undo it.
She got his shirt undone, and then her hands were all over him, pushing his shirt open, moving over his body.
She broke off their kiss to look down at his body, wanting him even more, and he took his hands away from her so that he could shrug the shirt off.
Her hands moved over his bare torso, and then she bent down to kiss his chest, slowly, and then she licked it.
She felt one of his hands on one of her breasts again, taking hold of it from outside her top now, massaging it through the thin material, and then they were kissing again and his hand moved down before sliding up beneath her top, grabbing her breast again, and his other hand was on her ass, pulling the back of her skirt up and moving beneath it, grabbing her ass and massaging it.
He broke off their kiss and looked down at her body, both of them breathing heavily now, their faces close.
He began to pull at her top, and she dutifully raised her arms as he pulled it up over her head.
Her breasts dropped free, and he looked at them, captivated by them as they sat there, large and round, her nipples stiff, throbbing slightly, and yearning for his touch.
Smiling to himself as he looked at them, he reached out to stroke them. His hands moved over them gently, feeling their sweet curvature.
His fingers went to her nipples and flicked at them. She felt weak at the knees. He squeezed her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, and then she moved in closer as he started to massage her breasts, kissing him, wanting him. One of her hands went down to his pants, and she squeezed his cock through them as he continued to play with her breasts.
He broke off their kiss and bent down to her breasts, sucking on them, now, his lips pushing against each nipple in turn, his tongue flicking out at them.
She moaned softly, urgently, and then she felt one of his hands beneath her skirt again. He moved his hand to the front of her panties now, between her legs, and he began to rub at her clit through them, making her gasp.
She took this as her cue to get what she wanted now as well. She undid his pants and pushed them down. She felt his cock come free, and she reached for it blindly, grabbing it and squeezing it. It was fat, and as she ran her hand along it, slowly, she felt how long it was as well. She felt a rush of excitement now as she imagined having that monster inside her, how good it would feel. She was already wet, and she knew that, even though it was going to be a tight fit, it would feel wonderful.