Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32
The following is based pretty much on a true story, albeit with a couple of minor embellishments, mainly to help it flow. I hope you enjoy reading it – I enjoyed the night and reminiscing as I was writing it!
Tricia was 18 and stunning – tall and athletic in build, with long legs, a flat and firm stomach and full, ripe breasts that were firm and high. Her eyes were green and always with a twinkle, beautiful white teeth and long sandy blonde hair. She kept fit with plenty of surfing and rollerblading and sported a wonderful bronzed natural tan. She was also quite smart and despite my few years on her in age could always keep up an intelligent conversation with me which we had the chance to do quite often, as she was my younger sister Kelly’s best friend, and over at our house all the time. Unfortunately she was “off-limits” with a boyfriend of a couple of years in addition to sister friend status . . . at least until a month or two ago when she caught her boyfriend rolling in the sand with some other surfers chick. What an idiot!
I was back home having broken up with my live-in girlfriend of 4 years a few months ago, so Trish and I had some good deep and meaningful conversations about relationships and we’d become good friends. As a surprise for my sister I had bought her 2 tickets to her favourite Sydney band, Kill the Shitkickers, which were some kind of punk / hardcore emo Sydney underground act apparently. Whatever! Not my thing but I wasn’t going – Kelly was of course taking Trish. Both girls were excited, doing the shopping thing, getting outfits worked out etc – and the modelling for me was a nice benefit of giving the tickets as Trish was working her way into shorter and tighter skirts exposing more of those lovely long legs each time. So the big day approaches . . . and Kelly gets the flu and there’s just no way she can make the concert despite all her remedies and attempts. At the last minute Trish is like “so who do I go with, all my friends are busy and can’t do short notice concerts . . .” and Kelly tells her take me along. “Nah not my scene really” I protest but I gotta say Trish is looking hot in a very short skirt and loose blouse thing displaying her assets pretty well. Trish is unsure about even going now so I concede and get a big hug and a kiss for my sacrifice and the way she hugs me and pushes her firm breasts into me makes me think at least the ride there and back will be worth it.
So I quickly change into some decent jeans and a shirt, it’s not really punk style but I don’t care either, and we jump in my car and head off over the harbour bridge before the peak Saturday evening traffic gets too bad. Well that was the intent but as any Sydneysider will tell you, it might look spectacular but crossing the bastard when you are in a hurry and they convert those changeable lanes into outbound lanes and force everyone into 2 lanes inbound creates a logjam. Doesn’t really matter though because Trish is really happy to be going with me and really chatty and laughing a lot – she has a wonderful laugh – and my spirits are high ’cause I’m taking this gorgeous chick out on the town and it’s been months since I’ve been in a car with a woman and not having an argument over nothing. Trish has some kind of perfume on, like the jasmine flower, it’s subtle but I’m getting a bit giddy, the vibe is awesome. I push the car gear stick into 1st and we jolt forward and I relax and let my hand drop off the gear stick onto Trish’s leg and we both laugh, but then Trish puts her hand on top of mine and I’m getting tingles from the skin to skin contact. She looks at me, I look at her, right into her gorgeous green eyes, she licks her lips lightly and with a little flick of a cute tongue, and we both lean forward to kiss. It’s like a bolt of electricity shooting through my body as our lips touch. It’s only a brief kiss but it’s meaningful and fortunately I stop the car again before running into someone and it breaks the spell and again we both laugh, but there’s excitement in our laughter.
Eventually we reach the pub and park in a nearby shopping centre carpark, all horrible grey concrete and nasty fluros you know the type, and we rush off to the pub and get there just before KTS fire up. It’s a kind of standing room moshpit at the front with standing room at the back of the “dance floor” and with some seats and tables behind that, all taken of course, so we slide into the back corner and stand together, with Trish in front of me and my head just above hers. I put my hands on her hips and pull her into me and kiss her ear and she giggles and wiggles her butt into my groin – and of course I start getting hard. The lights come on and the band starts up at full if not overwhelming volume, clearly their sound engineer believes louder = better, but I have to say, the band has some talent, particularly the lead guitarist who plays some spectacular riffs, and the drummer who is just awesome with excellent stick speed and variations. Trish chooses not to join the moshpit but stays in contact with me, swaying those hips to the rhythm and dancing in her own little space. She’s a pretty good dancer.
Just escort ataşehir before half time – I could tell by the way the bar staff were preparing heaps of drinks ready for the rush – I slip to the bar and grab a few, suddenly realising I don’t know what Trish drinks. Vodka and orange, Southern Comfort and Coke, Kalua and milk and then some Tequila shots plus some water for good measure. I re-join her and clap with her whilst holding the tray of drinks and the band takes a break and the lights dim. My ears are ringing but at least the joint is smoke free, I lean in and half yell into Trish’s ear “what would you like to drink?” “What have you got?” she yells back, and I think this yelling is stupid, so I sip one of the drinks and encircle her in my arms and then tilt my head down for another kiss of those luscious lips. She responds immediately, pushing her body into mine, and I open my lips a little and so does Trish and I gently probe her mouth finding her tongue and giving it a good lick. “Mmmm, Vodka and Orange juice, yep, I’ll have one of those” she says softly but I’m lip reading so I understand and hand it over. It goes pretty quickly – she worked up a bit of a sweat dancing – and I sip another and she come forward quickly and this time her tongue is probing my mouth and tasting me. “No thanks – not a full coke girl” Trish smiles, so I down the Southo and Coke, then take a good mouthful of the Kalua and we kiss again. This time Trish is really tonguing me and I cup her butt in my free hand and squeeze gently and she half lifts her knee up against my leg so I can get a better grip on her butt cheek. I’m pretty hard now and Trish pushes in against me, and I can feel her heat too. We finish the Kalua and milk together sharing each others mouth.
“I’ll be right back” Trish murmours and grabs the water bottle and takes off to the little girls room. I watch her go, admiring her body as she lifts her head to drink the water, tracing the line down her chin along her throat to her breasts. Stunning. Surprisingly soon she is back, considering the lineup of women for the toilet, and she’s finished the water and smiling a little sneaky smile. “What else have you got to drink?” she whispers with her arms wrapped around my neck. I bring out the Tequila’s and her eyes widen in delight. “Yes! I love licking, sipping sucking” she says with a wicked smile and I am sure my boner is obvious even in the darkened room. Together we lick some lines of salt, knock back the Tequila’s and suck the lemon quarters, 3 each, and I am feeling very merry. With the drinks gone we mutually seek out the back wall corner and this time when we kiss I can grab both butt cheeks and push her into me. Trish grinds slowly, pushing herself against my hardness, and she is even hotter than before. We kiss deeply, passionately, constantly, and I drop my hand slightly down her leg to the edge of the skirt, and then slowly slide it up again. Her flesh is soft and warm, but I can feel the hard muscle under her skin flex and there’s very little fat. I keep sliding my hand up, enjoying the warm flesh until I reach the top of her skirt. No panties! I slide towards her crack and keep kissing her, again I am getting giddy with the smell of her perfume and just the anticipation of the rest of the night. I reach her crack and slide down a little . . . no panties, not even a g-string!
“I took them off” Trish giggles into my ear. “That’s why I was so quick!”
I whisper my appreciation and now put both hands on her naked arse flesh, and push her into me, and this time because of my hands the skirt has ridden up enough so that Trish’s pussy is touching my jeans and the monster in the lair knows there isn’t much fabric between them and hardens even more, I am throbbing now, and I can tell by Trish’s pushing that it feels good to her too, as she gently slides up and down my body. Just then the band comes out for their second set, and they are great, I’m getting into it myself now. After a while Trish stops dancing so strongly and settles back against me to enjoy the show. I hug her allowing my hands to cup her breasts and give her a gentle squeeze, so Trish slides one of my hands into her blouse and I can feel her bra – a lacy number – and a fair bit of tit flesh. She pushes her butt into my groin and again I feel my cock stir – it had gone to rest with the lack of action – and I give her ear a bit of tongue, Trish shudders, and reaches a hand behind her, and slowly unzips my fly. Trish gives my jeans a little side to side swish and deftly places her hand through my fly and strokes my cock through my boxers. It hardens even more, growing under her touch, and I slide my hand under her bra and feel her nipple, as stiff as my cock, and I gently pinch it. Trish grabs the back of my head and pulls me forward and we tongue kiss again.
Finally the show is over and just before the lights come on Trish withdraws her hand and zips me up, quite discreetly, and I reluctantly withdraw my hand from her tit. She turns to look at me and I jerk my head towards the nearest exit and mouth “lets go”. We run for the carpark, hand in hand, kadıköy escort bayan neither of us are unfit, but we are panting anyway. We jump in my car and take off, eager to get home. I am driving quickly, weaving through traffic and we make good progress, finally getting stuck in a turnoff lane to North Sydney, so I drop my hand onto her leg again, and again Trish places her hand on top. We both slide our hands along her leg towards her pussy, and Trish inches forward in her seat letting her skirt ride up to give me easier access. Her pussy is wet, and smooth . . . and bare! Not what I expected from Trish but then this night so far has been completely unexpected. I gently start rubbing her pussy, feeling her lips part slightly, and Trish is pushing my hand harder against her pussy and moving herself against my hand, pushing harder, and her rhythm is getting faster. Her lips are parted and her head is tilted back, she is spreading her legs as much as she can in the car seat, and she starts moaning.
“Yes, Stewy, like that, don’t stop. Oh it feels good, your hand is perfect there. Like that, keep pushing hard, ooh, that feels good.”
She is humping my fingers now, taking control of the pace and the pressure. I lift my hand a bit higher and feel for her clit.
“Oh! Oh yeah! Oh touch me there, like that! Oh that feels unreal! Keep going Stewy, keep stroking my pussy, I am feeling so good, please don’t stop!”
There’s no way I’m going to stop, this is turning me on enormously, having a beautiful woman in my car wrapped around my hand panting for more. I feel her juices running, her pussy getting slicker and wetter, and her small clit-bump becomes more sensitive.
“Oh yeah! Oh I love what your fingers are doing! More! Oh God, that feels fantastic, keep rubbing my pussy! Ohhh, mmmmm, yeah like that, Stewy, stick your fingers in me, I want you to stick your fingers in my pussy and don’t stop rubbing! Like that, yeah, harder, faster! Oh!
Difficult as it is, I curl my middle finger into her, and use the palm of my hand to keep pressure against her pussy and clitoral area. I can feel her softness, and her pussy flexing as she moved her butt forward and back in the seat, and I could see her stomach muscles tensing and relaxing with her thrusts. She spread her legs even further apart, and started thrusting up out of the car seat against my hand.
“Oh Stewy! Mmmmm, that’s the spot, push there, harder, back and forth faster, Oh I’m going to cum! Oh that feels unreal, keep going, please don’t stop, push that finger inside me, Oh, use your hand like that, I’m so wet for you, what you are doing is driving me wild, don’t stop! Oh I’m gonna cum! Keep rubbing! Yeah! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum in your car! I’m gonna cum all over your hand, please don’t stop, push harder, Yes! Use your hand like that! Oh! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming!”
I could feel her pussy squeezing my finger and her whole pussy and lower stomach spasming as she screamed her ecstacy. Her juices flowed even more freely and she frantically rubbed my hand up and down her snatch as she came and came. It was intense, especially for a hand job, her orgasm was so powerful her whole body was rocking and shaking. Eventually she came down from the natural high and realised where she was – in my car, in a traffic jam, with legs spread – but to her credit she didn’t get all embarrassed but simply closed her legs and wiggled her way back up the car seat, giving me a wonderful smile as she did so. She had long lashes framing her green eyes I noticed now, strange thing to notice at a time like this!
Trish leaned in towards me and gave me a slow and deep and passionate kiss. “That was amazing” she whispered, “I’ve never had anyone that could do that for me”. “What about your ex?” I asked, forgetting that rule about not talking about ex’es on dates – surely this qualifies as a date now!. “No, he was more a wham bam thanks maam kind of guy” she shrugged. “And he’s the only guy I’ve ever slept with”.
Wow, so that jerk was a shit lover and now who knows what we are headed for! Seems like Trish is almost a virgin, well an inexperienced non-virgin if you know what I mean. The night was looking up!
“Well I can’t wait to get home now” I said, possibly overstepping the mark in arrogance.
Trish leaned across and draped an arm on my chest and began nibbling my ear. “We don’t have to wait to get home” she whispered, and I got harder still. Trish dropped her arm to the belt buckle of my jeans and with a flick of the wrist opened it and then unzipped my fly. My cock sprang to attention now it had room to do so, and it was straining the boxers in no small measure. Trish pulled the top of my boxers down over my cock, so that my cock slapped against my stomach with a hard smack. Trish then cupped my balls – at last, her hands on my cock flesh – and nibbled my ear again. “You are so hard” she said, “I’ve never seen one so hard and straight up”. I smiled and Trish then moved her hand from my balls to grab my cock. I almost came, I’d been so worked up for so long tonight, and it had been so long since my cock had escort bostancı had any action, and her hand felt so good, but I held back. Slowly, Trish gripped my schlong and slid her hand down towards my balls, her fingers and hand moving down over the head and along the shaft, stopping at my sack, then starting back up again. Continuing to nibble my ear she kept stroking me, slowly building speed.
“That feels great” I said, “just slow down a little bit”. Trish slowed the pace but made her movements more deliberate, going the full length, almost sliding her hand off the head, and pushing down until only her thumb and forefinger circled the base of my shaft above my balls. I started looking for somewhere to park, anywhere, this was feeling exquisite and I didn’t want to crash in North Sydney despite being so close to home. I spotted an empty car parking space and pulled over, thank goodness it was dark and there was no foot traffic at this time of night. Having realised we had parked, Trish un-did her seatbelt and lowered her lips to my cock.
The feeling of those soft, wet lips around my cock was magnificent, and I grew even harder and bigger. Slowly Trish worked her way down my shaft, careful not to scrape her teeth on me, with just a light sucking pressure. She lifted her head back up my cock, up and down, with soft slurping noises attesting to the excellent technique.
“Yeah Trish, suck my cock! That feels fantastic, wrap those gorgeous lips around me and take me deep! Yeah like that! Oh! Your mouth feels sooo good on my meat, keep sucking me, work it up and down, yeah like that, that’s beautiful!”
I slid a hand under her body and grabbed her breast, albeit it through her blouse and bra, no time now to work my way inside.
“Ohhh, yeah, Trish! Keep going! Suck me hard! Yeah like that! Harder and deeper! Oh you feel fantastic, you gorgeous babe! Wrap those lips around my cock! Suck me deep! Yeah take me deep! Yeah like that! Oh, keep sucking, that’s it, a bit harder now, yeah, ohh your tongue feels unreal, I’m gonna cum! Oh let me cum in your mouth! I want to cum in your gorgeous mouth! Keep your lips wrapped around my cock until I cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! Uh! Uh! Uh!”
I exploded into Trish’s mouth, shooting gobs of thick ropey cum deep into her mouth and halfway down her throat. The wonderful creature kept her lips locked to my cock, with just the head in her mouth, as I fired shot after shot, my cock jerking powerfully before gradually subsiding and becoming extra sensitive. Eventually with a “plop” I slipped out of Trish’s mouth and she licked her lips and swallowed, and then slid her body up mine and kissed me. I kissed her back, tasting my saltiness on her, and the remnants of those tequila slammers. I stuffed my cock back inside my pants and we took off for home, with both of us keeping a hand in the others crotches the whole way – me getting hard again and growing harder as I felt Trish grow wetter.
We made it home without an accident, no small wonder, and dashed up the steps and inside to my granny flat. As soon as we got inside the door we were tearing our clothes off, me kicking my jeans and shirt across the room and Trish soon followed with her blouse and shoes, before I lifted her up onto the kitchen counter and spread her legs and pushed hard against her, again kissing her deeply. Almost frantically I pulled her skirt up above her waist, exposing her bare, wet pussy to me, and popping her bra off, pushed her whole body into mine, hard. Just as frantically Trish dropped my boxers and now my cock was standing straight up and aiming right into her hole. Letting her nipples slide across and down my chest I grabbed Trish’s arse and pulled it towards me, positioning myself at the entrance to her wet pussy. I looked into her eyes again for permission, and she nodded desparately, as eager to impale herself on my cock as I was to penetrate her.
I moved my cock-head against her pussy, sliding it up and down her crack a couple of times, coating my cock in her juices, revelling in the anticipation of what was to come. Her bare pussy was so smooth and wet it was amazing, and that was only the outside! With a little hip movement I again positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and then slid into her. Trish was so warm and wet, but also tight, probably from no sex for a while. It felt fantastic. I held myself inside her, enjoying the moment and the sensation of being inside a beautiful woman who was so turned on. I knew I could last a little while because of the recent blowjob Trish had performed, so with confidence, I began moving in and out, slowly at first, allowing Trish to get used to me and this angle – I doubt Mr wham bam thanks maam had ever fucked this girl anywhere other than bed. Slowly I increased my penetration, until my entire cock was buried in her pussy, with my balls slapping against her pussy lips. Using the bench to support her weight, I pulled her forward a bit more and lifted her legs slightly. Trish could sense the slight change in position, and lifted her legs further, which meant the penetration was further again, and quicker on each thrust. And thrust I did, slamming into her, going like a machine, pistoning away. I moved my hands up her legs – well down really as her knees were above my butt now – and placed each on her arse cheeks, using them to push her hard against my cock.
Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32