Part 7 (2/2)

”Nothing wrong with a good toss....,” I said, looking him straight in the eye.

To my surprise, he did not respond. In fact, if Id not known better I would have said he almost wet his pants. It looked like I was going to have to be gentle with him.

”So, what do you and your mates do?” I said, trying to get the conversation going again.

”Them lot?” he said. ”Most of us work for the AA, you know, emergency breakdowns and that stuff. Rescuing damsels in distress!”

So, not overloaded in the brain department, but there was a hint of humour there. I decided to play with him and see how far he would go.

”Are you feeling lucky tonight, then?”

I wondered if this was too much of a come on, but I thought it was already obvious that I was coming onto him. Again, he didnt respond and I began to wonder whether Id misread him.

”Do you like the outfit?” I asked giving him a quick twirl, fast enough to give a flash of suspenders.

I saw the Adams apple in his throat move. Christ, he really was nervous! But then some words came out.

”I....I think you look.....I.....”

Come on lad, spit it out.

”I.....I think you look....absolutely f.u.c.king fantastic.”

At last.

”There, that wasnt so hard, was it?”

He laughed and suddenly he relaxed. Im not sure exactly what I did or said, but from that moment on he seemed to change into a different person.

”Ive not seen you here before,” he said.

”I only go out when Im with my sister. Shes over there with her would-be hubby.”

I moved closer to him and pointed her out on the dance floor.

”Hmm. Hot stuff,” he said and then he must have detected a slight movement in me because he looked me in the eye and continued ”...but not as hot as her younger sister.”

Keep them coming. That was good, very smooth.

”Well, you look like a fit young lad. Are you old enough for me?” I teased.

”Twenty next week. How about you?”

I decided to lie no point shattering his illusions.

”Im twenty five.”

”f.u.c.k. You dont look it!”

I was not sure whether that was a compliment or not but I need not have worried because he quickly rea.s.sured me.

”I thought you were my age.”

Cool. I thought. Is he deliberately flattering me or does it come naturally. I smiled at him a genuine smile of appreciation, and then gave him a wicked look.

”Old enough to teach you a few tricks?”

Before I knew it hed slipped his firm hand around the back of my head and kissed me, gently as first, and then more pa.s.sionately. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. For his age he was a good kisser, and his tongue explored my mouth. It felt confident and firm which I hoped was a good sign for later. I pulled away slightly and whispered in his ear.

”....dont waste it all now, plenty of time for that later.....”

I put my hand between his legs and gave a quick squeeze. I heard a slow rising sound from my right. He friends were looking on and gave a long slow ”Wment ”Have fun!”

As soon as we were inside the door of my flat, I jumped up and put my legs around his waist.

”That room,” I indicate with a nod of the head.

He carried me through and dropped me on the bed. I slowly pulled my arms up behind my head, closed my eyes, and opened my legs wide for him so he could see my suspenders in all their glory. His head was between my thighs, kissing me gently, moving up slowing. He pulled my pants to one side and buried his face in my p.u.s.s.y.

Then came my first disappointment.

That firm tongue that was so good exploring my mouth felt like a dish mop between my legs. I tried to focus and get excited but his tongue action was so off putting that I could not put up with it for long. I grabbed his head, indicating he should stop, and pointed down to his crotch. He understood immediately and took off his trousers and pants. Then he climbed roughly back on top of me and tried to put it in. He did not guide it in with his hand, but poked around inexpertly, looking for the entrance. Eventually he was inside, but he pumped me so fast and furiously that it hurt. I liked it long and slow, preferably with my lover holding my legs up over his shoulders and making sure he angled his c.o.c.k into the pit of my stomach.

I was beginning to get frustrated, so I shut my eyes and let him f.u.c.k me for a few minutes.

”Do you want me on all fours?” I asked.

”Yeah. Yeah,” he said furiously.

”Take it a bit slower,” I said with a hint of impatience. ”Long and deep,” I added in a seductive tone.

He looked at me in an odd way. Then quickly nodded.

I took up my position, and lowered my head against the pillow and presented my perfectly f.u.c.kable clean-shaven f.a.n.n.y to him. He broddled about again before he found the hole and despite my instruction he continued to pump fast and furious. I put my hands down between my legs and tried to compensate for this unerotic experience by ma.s.saging my c.l.i.t. It started to work, my excitement rose. Then I did something that perhaps I should not have done. I shut my eyes and started to imagine it was John behind me, thumping away in my hole and I began to feel a p.r.i.c.kle welling up in my body.

I pictured Johns handsome face behind me, his strong hands on my back, and his c.o.c.k working away in my p.u.s.s.y. I started talking, egging him on, come on big boy, give it to me hard, fill me up with your s.p.u.n.k, come on John........

”John?!” he shouted and suddenly pulled out of me.

”Who the f.u.c.k is John?” he shouted at me.

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