Story 38 #3
Suddenly, it all came back to him. His daughter’s roommate. He had met her once, and he had spent the drive back home thinking about her - her hot, tight body, her full breasts, that gorgeous face that seemed to be able to look innocent while also promising a whole lot of trouble. He remembered that he had fantasized about what he would like to do to that tight body of hers, but he had then put it out of his mind, feeling somewhat guilty for even entertaining such thoughts.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” Zoe asked, and she looked genuinely disappointed.
“Oh, no, I do. Sorry. It just took me a moment. I didn’t expect to see someone that I knew here, after all.”
“Sure, I’m as surprised as you. What do you think of this lot, then?”
“Well, to tell you the truth, I was just about to leave.”
“Same. It’s not really my scene.”
She looked at him closely, as though sizing him up or considering something.
”Say,” she said, “would you walk me back to my place? It’s not far.”
“Sure,” he said, and he felt as though he had said it too quickly. She would surely know the thoughts that he had going on in his head, and she would be disgusted. After all, she was the same age as his daughter!
But, instead, she wrapped her arms around his head, giving him a hug.
“Great!” she said, leaning in. He felt her breasts against him, and his hands went to her waist, and she felt so good. He told himself that this was wrong, that he couldn’t think like this. But he couldn’t help himself. He wanted her. There was no point denying it.
“Come on, then,” she said, and she surprised him further by grabbing his hand and leading him outside.
They began walking along the streets, and she kept holding his hand. He felt her move in closer, and then her body was against his as they walked. He turned to look at her, and she looked up at him with a naughty little smile.
“You know,” she said, “I always remembered you. I always had such a crush on you. I can’t believe that you’re here. I feel like it’s fate or something.”
He looked at her and felt his pulse quicken. He wanted her. But something told him that this was wrong.
“Zoe,” he said, “you’re my daughter’s friend. I’m old enough to…”
But she reached up and put a finger on his lips.
“No, no,” she said, softly, “no need to talk about that. If you want it, just know that I want it too. There’s no need to make things complicated, is there? If we both want it, what’s to stop us?”
And there was an undeniable logic in that.
They kept walking, and he kept trying to find reasons why he couldn’t do this. But he knew that he was going to do it, no matter what those voices might say.
They reached an apartment building.
“Well,” Zoe said, turning to him, “are you coming in?”
He looked at her, and she looked so beautiful, so fresh-faced and perfect.
He reached out with one hand and stroked her face, and then he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Her lips were soft and inviting. He felt them parting, and then her tongue came to his, and he knew just how much she wanted this - just as much as he wanted it, apparently.
One of her arms went around behind his head, holding him there as their kiss intensified. His other hand went to her waist. He had been thinking about how good that waist had felt ever since he had first held it back when they had met in the bar.
Now, as she leaned upward to kiss him, her top had been pulled up slightly, and he felt a thin patch of her skin there. It was so soft, so perfect. She was flawless, he thought to himself, and his thumb pushed up slightly beneath her top, wanting to feel more of her.
Her arm unhooked from behind his head.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you,” she said, her hand running down over his chest, “and a whole lot of other things.”
“What other things?” he said, feeling as though he was lost in a daze.
She took hold of his hand again.
“Why don’t we go up to my place?” she said, “I think it will be a lot easier if I just show you.”
She led him inside. He let her lead him wherever she wanted. He was ready to do whatever she wanted. He was desperate to get his hands on that hot little body of hers again, his cock throbbing, aching, in his pants now.
When they reached her door, one of his hands went to the small of her back as she found the key. She unlocked the door, and he followed her inside.
It was a small apartment, but he barely noticed any details as he led him through to the bedroom. She turned a small lamp on and turned to him.
“Well,” she said, “here we are. And here I am,” and then she stepped closer to him, and his hands went to her waist again, pulling her to him and then they were kissing again, one of her hands going to the back of his head and her other hand moving up and down his back before moving further down and grabbing a handful of his ass.
He was desperate for her, but he started to realize that she’d had a crush on him all this time, that she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her, and that this was perfect for both of them.
His hands began to move over her body. He moved one hand behind her, moving it up her back, moving it beneath her hair, holding the back of her neck as their kiss intensified.
His other hand moved around to the front of her body, feeling her tight abs through her top, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing.
His hand then pushed her top up slightly and settled on her flat stomach. He felt the indentation of her belly button, and his thumb went to it, stroking it.
He felt her move her body in closer to him, her crotch pushing against his, and one of her hands began to move over the front of his body, feeling his muscles. He felt her pull his shirt out of his pants, and her hand moved up beneath it, her fingers moving lightly over his lower torso.
It seemed as though this wasn’t quite enough for her. The feel of his body had tantalized her, and now she wanted more of it.
She pulled her hand back out, and then she was undoing his shirt, both of her hands working hurriedly on the buttons, fumbling and trying again, eager to get his shirt off, eager to see what he had hiding beneath it. She turned her face down to look at what she was doing. He glanced down at her, and his hands went to her waist, just holding her for a moment, marveling at the fact that he had her in his hands, that she was his.
His hands then moved up her body, and he felt her breasts through her top, felt the soft swell of them. She was wearing a bra, and a part of him wished that she wasn’t that he was able to feel her breasts properly, but he told himself that it didn’t matter - he would have that off soon enough. The thought of that excited him even further. He took his hands away from her body as she got his shirt undone and pulled it off, and then, as her hands went to his naked torso, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him as he went back over to the armchair in the corner of the room.
He pulled her down onto his lap as he sat down, feeling the weight of her tight body on his stiff cock, feeling it pushing into her.
He felt her start to shift her weight on the hardness that was pushing at her ass as she wrapped her arms around him, and his arms went around his waist.
“Well, what do we have here?” she said, and then they were kissing again, one of her hands moving around to the front of his body, running over his chest.
One of his hands went up beneath her top, feeling her tight abs. Then, the hand moved up to take hold of one of her breasts through her bra, squeezing it.
His hand moved down slightly then and pushed up beneath her bra, finding the softness of her breast that he had been craving. Their kiss intensified as he massaged her breast, as he felt the slight bump of her nipple against his hand.
Then she was breaking off their kiss and pulling her top up over her head. He looked at her body, at her breasts straining to escape from her bra.
He took his hand out from beneath the bra cup and stroked her breasts through the bra as she reached behind herself and undid it. She pulled it off, and now her breasts were exposed to him - firm and ripe, bouncy and perfect. He looked at the dark nipples, perfect circles on the lightness of her skin.
He stroked them with one of his hands. His thumb went to the nipples in turn and flicked at them, and they seemed to respond, growing slightly stiffer. She was looking at him intently, as though she wanted to see his expression, to see what he was thinking if she could.
He noticed that she was shifting her weight subtly on his cock, rubbing her ass against it. It felt wonderful. But he had an idea for something else that would feel wonderful - for both of them.
He looked up into her face for a moment, and then he bent his head down to one of her breasts. He kissed it all over, his kisses moving closer to her nipple till he pushed his lips against it, kissed it slowly, and then began to suck on it. He heard her let out a gasp, and her nipple seemed to get even stiffer.
His tongue flicked at the nipple as he sucked on it.
“That’s it, that’s it,” she moaned, rocking back and forth on his cock again and again.
He moved to her other breast. One of his hands went to the first breast now, and he began to tweak the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to let out a slight cry.
His other hand went to one of her thighs, feeling the silky smooth softness of her shapely leg, moving up and down it, pushing up beneath her skirt. His hand moved all the way up to her panties. His thumb went to the front of them and began to rub at her pussy. She let out another cry as his thumb moved up and down the outline of her pussy, pushing at her clit through her panties.
He could feel how wet she was, and he wanted more of that, wanted to feel her, to taste her.