Kim again
Yesterday was the day. I went by to try and see Kim at lunch, only to find out she wasn't working. So I went by her house. Knocked on her door. Waited for longer than I should have. Finally, she gave in and opened the door to me. She said, "I shouldn't even let you in," then let me in. She looked good. Her hair slightly mussed. A pair of tight jeans, a t-shirt with no bra. Her nipples poking at the cotton shirt, screaming for attention. I pointed that out to her. She blushed. "You know what you do to them," she said without looking at me. I was thinking, no. It's what her own mind does to them!
I took her in my arms and she turned her face up to take the kiss she obviously wanted. From then on there was no protest; it was as if she'd been waiting for this. I didn't feel guilty for kissing her. I reasoned, if she really meant what she kept telling herself, she'd stop it -- but she didn't. Instead, she melted into my embrace and I felt her thigh slide between mine. She let me peel her t-shirt off; her full breasts looked so succulent! I feasted on them until she began to shudder, in the beginning throes of an orgasm. "The couch," she blurted, and I turned her toward it, thinking to pull her down onto me and bring her to her first full climax. Instead she put her hands on the cushion and spread her feet apart.
Wow! Did her 'submissive' ever come out! I reached around her and unbuttoned & unzipped her jeans as she gasped before me. Slipping my hand inside and into her panties, my fingers found her wet and wanting, and as soon as I stroked her outer lips she began to sag towards the sofa. Her knees were buckling. I pressed against her butt, guiding her down onto her knees and tummy, and started to stroke her with my fingers. Up and down, not even entering her fully. Then she cried out. She ground her hips against my hand, pushing forward until it was trapped between the sofa and her body, and I felt her flood across my fingers. I stayed with her, still stroking her wet labia slowly until her climax subsided. She groaned.
"I'm sorry," she said. I kissed her neck, telling her not to apologize; that it was beautiful helping her to cum.
"That won't be the last time," I promised. Then, still kissing her, I slid the waistband against her full hips. She let me unpeel her jeans like a banana peel; a very tight, restrictive banana peel! When I pushed them down over her hips and her ass came into view, I noticed how hard I was. I'm not a big fan of the "Kardashian ass," but the way her hips flared out into the swell of her hips, and the smooth crack that led to the hidden treasure beyond, were entrancing! I slid my hands down over her hips, pushing her jeans lower as I did.
"Can you stand?"
She laughed and told me she thought she was able. "Unless you do that again," she teased.
I helped her up and she pushed her jeans down and began to work her legs free. She finally kicked them aside and turned to me. Drawing her eyes slowly up to mine. I've seen her naked a number of times, but she still retains that little-girl innocence about her own body, as if she doesn't appreciate it fully. When I put my hands on her waist and told her she was gorgeous, she smiled shyly.
"You don't have to say that to get into my pants, you know," she joked. Obviousness aside, it was cute. I began to undo my belt, then dropped my slacks. When I lowered my boxers, my cock popped up like a teenagers! (At my age, that's always a plus.) She took it in both hands immediately, and as I took my shirt off she lowered herself to her knees again. Her mouth always feels so good! I allowed her to take it in the way she wanted to, not forcing myself on her (unlike sometimes in my car, when I can get pretty aggressive.) She didn't try to take me deep; she just licked and caressed the head with her tongue lovingly. "I don't want you to cum...yet," she said.
When I pulled her up and then lowered her to the sofa, she spread her legs and welcomed me inside her. She inhaled deeply and went "omigod," as soon as my belly met hers, and she told me she'd missed this. I began to move. I wanted to say, "we don't have to do this all the time if you don't want to," but in the moment my words abandoned me. She pulled me close and our bodies began to move together, giving and taking and giving again. Fuck! She felt so good! In the end we were grinding ourselves against each other, all thoughts of romantic love-making forgotten as our human instincts took over. She cried out again, spreading herself beneath me and begging me to "fuck me! Ogod, fuck me good!" The wildness of that moment is what we'd both been missing.
I ate her after, disregarding my own fluids as I concentrated on pleasuring her and bringing her to another climax, and then she rolled over and presented herself to me on hands and knees. It was only an hour and a half that we spent together, but it seemed like so much less. I wanted more of her, but my own body and her fear of being found out prevailed, and I had to leave. I never got to say those words. but now I don't want to. I think she knows, and I don't think they would make any difference.
I took her in my arms and she turned her face up to take the kiss she obviously wanted. From then on there was no protest; it was as if she'd been waiting for this. I didn't feel guilty for kissing her. I reasoned, if she really meant what she kept telling herself, she'd stop it -- but she didn't. Instead, she melted into my embrace and I felt her thigh slide between mine. She let me peel her t-shirt off; her full breasts looked so succulent! I feasted on them until she began to shudder, in the beginning throes of an orgasm. "The couch," she blurted, and I turned her toward it, thinking to pull her down onto me and bring her to her first full climax. Instead she put her hands on the cushion and spread her feet apart.
Wow! Did her 'submissive' ever come out! I reached around her and unbuttoned & unzipped her jeans as she gasped before me. Slipping my hand inside and into her panties, my fingers found her wet and wanting, and as soon as I stroked her outer lips she began to sag towards the sofa. Her knees were buckling. I pressed against her butt, guiding her down onto her knees and tummy, and started to stroke her with my fingers. Up and down, not even entering her fully. Then she cried out. She ground her hips against my hand, pushing forward until it was trapped between the sofa and her body, and I felt her flood across my fingers. I stayed with her, still stroking her wet labia slowly until her climax subsided. She groaned.
"I'm sorry," she said. I kissed her neck, telling her not to apologize; that it was beautiful helping her to cum.
"That won't be the last time," I promised. Then, still kissing her, I slid the waistband against her full hips. She let me unpeel her jeans like a banana peel; a very tight, restrictive banana peel! When I pushed them down over her hips and her ass came into view, I noticed how hard I was. I'm not a big fan of the "Kardashian ass," but the way her hips flared out into the swell of her hips, and the smooth crack that led to the hidden treasure beyond, were entrancing! I slid my hands down over her hips, pushing her jeans lower as I did.
"Can you stand?"
She laughed and told me she thought she was able. "Unless you do that again," she teased.
I helped her up and she pushed her jeans down and began to work her legs free. She finally kicked them aside and turned to me. Drawing her eyes slowly up to mine. I've seen her naked a number of times, but she still retains that little-girl innocence about her own body, as if she doesn't appreciate it fully. When I put my hands on her waist and told her she was gorgeous, she smiled shyly.
"You don't have to say that to get into my pants, you know," she joked. Obviousness aside, it was cute. I began to undo my belt, then dropped my slacks. When I lowered my boxers, my cock popped up like a teenagers! (At my age, that's always a plus.) She took it in both hands immediately, and as I took my shirt off she lowered herself to her knees again. Her mouth always feels so good! I allowed her to take it in the way she wanted to, not forcing myself on her (unlike sometimes in my car, when I can get pretty aggressive.) She didn't try to take me deep; she just licked and caressed the head with her tongue lovingly. "I don't want you to cum...yet," she said.
When I pulled her up and then lowered her to the sofa, she spread her legs and welcomed me inside her. She inhaled deeply and went "omigod," as soon as my belly met hers, and she told me she'd missed this. I began to move. I wanted to say, "we don't have to do this all the time if you don't want to," but in the moment my words abandoned me. She pulled me close and our bodies began to move together, giving and taking and giving again. Fuck! She felt so good! In the end we were grinding ourselves against each other, all thoughts of romantic love-making forgotten as our human instincts took over. She cried out again, spreading herself beneath me and begging me to "fuck me! Ogod, fuck me good!" The wildness of that moment is what we'd both been missing.
I ate her after, disregarding my own fluids as I concentrated on pleasuring her and bringing her to another climax, and then she rolled over and presented herself to me on hands and knees. It was only an hour and a half that we spent together, but it seemed like so much less. I wanted more of her, but my own body and her fear of being found out prevailed, and I had to leave. I never got to say those words. but now I don't want to. I think she knows, and I don't think they would make any difference.
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