Although I hardly knew Mel, she had suggested that we watch a porn movie.
Things had progressed nicely, and I was lying naked on the sofa next to Mel, while the porn movie played on the TV. She was naked too, apart from her knickers, and she had her legs apart while my hand cupped her mound. Through her knickers I could feel the vague contour of vaginal lips beneath pubic hair, and I rubbed my fingers gently up and down.
She started moving against my hand and I traced my middle finger around the edge of her knickers, as if I was marking out a triangle. Drawing my finger up one side of her groin, I crossed below her navel, and then slid down the other side of her groin. As I made my way along the perimeter of that triangular piece of cloth, she kept moving her hips to try and intercept my hand with her vagina. She wanted me inside her knickers, so I slipped my fingers under the side and found her hairy lips, now moist. I played around at her entrance, making her hope that I was going in, and then bit her neck, kissed her ear – but didn’t go in. Making circular movements with my first and second fingers around her wet hole, she pushed against my hand, trying to coax my fingers inside. Ignoring her wishes, I ran a finger lightly up her crack, staying outside, and then ran it down again. Continue reading Sofa Session 2
Mel was a computer programmer I’d met on a course. I didn’t know her very well as I’d only seen her every Tuesday evening for the last seven weeks on the course, but she had agreed to come around for a coffee.
To tell the truth, I thought she was a bit weird. Her abruptness was shocking sometimes, and she always got to the point quickly. But, like I say, I didn’t know her too well, and despite her brashness I thought she might be interesting, maybe even fun. She was much younger than me and she used a lot of street slang I’d not heard of before. For all her street slang, she had few social skills.
On the physical side, she had brown hair that was short enough to give her a boyish look, a pale complexion and wide sensuous lips. To be as abrupt as Mel liked to be, she also had wide hips, and a big bum. There, I said it. Continue reading Sofa Session 1
My girlfriend, Lyndsey, had just seduced Sarah on the bed. Lyndsey now lay back on the bed as Sarah moved down to her feet. She kissed her bare legs from ankles up to her knees, leaving a glistening trail on Lyndsey’s skin. When she got to her knees, she unfastened her skirt, pulled it down and tossed it onto the floor. Unimpeded, she ran her tongue up the inside of Lyndsey’s thigh. Lyndsey had her neck craned so that she could see what Sarah was doing. I had a pretty good view myself, kneeling on the bed as I was.
Hands sliding underneath Lyndsey’s buttocks, Sarah cupped them as she dabbed her tongue on the front of her knickers. She had to remove one hand to pull the knickers to one side, and once she had, her tongue darted out and slithered slowly up from the bottom of Lyndsey’s crack to the top. The knickers were obviously in the way so she pulled them down and off, and resumed. Continue reading Two Dreamy Girls 2
Lyndsey and I had taken a couple of ecstasy pills each and gone to a dance club in Manchester. We had had a great time and had even made friends with another couple who were obviously on something themselves. I’m not normally the type to be so outgoing as to make friends with strangers and invite myself back to theirs for a drink, but Lyndsey is, and that’s what she did. Her flirtatiousness usually makes me jealous of the attention it provokes, but after a pill I was chilled out.
The four of us had taken a taxi back to our new friends’ house and we had had a relaxed and comfortable ride. They were called Sarah and Keith, and they had a very nice looking house. He worked down in London during the week and returned at weekends. His job had something to do with finance. I wondered about the nature of their relationship with him being away from home so much, and the ease with which they agreed to an after party nightcap.
Sarah was petite, like Lyndsey, but whereas Lyndsey had long blonde hair in tight ringlets, Sara had brown shoulder length hair. In my loved up state, all I really noticed were the physical aspects of Sarah. She was young and slim, and although she had an ample bust, she was no match for my Lyndsey on the buxom scale. I stopped staring at Sarah’s tits when Lyndsey repeated her question. Continue reading Two Dreamy Girls 1
Lynne had just used me as a human dildo.
Completely naked, she got up and went over to a wooden contraption in the corner, breasts jiggling as she went. When she had unfolded it, it transformed into a futon. I should have offered to help, but I was too busy enjoying the indescribably erotic scene playing out before my eyes. As she bent down to fiddle with the sofa bed, her heavy boobs hung down and swayed this way and that, competing for my attention with her the sight of her curvy bum.
While she wasn’t looking, I rubbed the stiffness in my trousers, and it felt divine. She looked across at me and I quickly pretended to scratch the top of my leg, guiltily. She gave me a coy smile and beckoned me to come over. Continue reading Sexy Housewarming 2
Summer came, and with it a new tenant next door. Lynne moved in to the house next to where I was renting, so I wasted no time in introducing myself. I invited her out for a drink to help her settle in, even though it was only midweek. She said yes, so we strolled to a local pub that was within walking distance.
Lynne was a good looking woman, of Caribbean descent, average height, with a pretty heart shaped face and she wore her hair up. This evening, she was wearing a pair of faded jeans that were tight over her thighs, and that flaired out a little at her ankles. A thin, flower patterned blouse covered an impressive bust that stood proudly in front of her. Her slimness accentuated the prominence of her large bosom. It was one of the first things I noticed about her. That, and her charm. She was intelligent, saw humour everywhere, and her laughter reminded me of diamonds tinkling into a porcelain dish.
As we walked to the pub, I noticed Lynne’s graceful movement as she walked. She was almost feline. Her easy manner made me feel comfortable. Continue reading Sexy Housewarming