I love denim skirts.
I didn’t realize how much I liked them until the day I picked up Kerri to take her to a big family picnic that she had talked be into. Actually, she didn’t “talk” me into it. She “blew” me into it the night before in the parking lot of the bar we had just left. That mouth had amazing power.
The side door of her house opened directly into her kitchen and at the far end were short staircases that led up to the bedrooms and down to the family room. It was so hot that day that I welcomed the air conditioning even though the walk from my car was only about twenty yards.
As I entered, Kerri shouted down the stairs, “I’ll be right down. Look in the basket on the table and see if we need anything I haven’t thought of.”
She had the usual food and snacks, but I was really impressed by the four bottles of wine and liter of vodka. You never know how long you might get stranded on a safari out to the country.
I took the basket to the car and added one surprise of my own.
Back in the house, I opened a beer and leaned against the counter waiting for her. I know it’s a cliché, but I knew how long “I’ll be right down” could be.
As I was getting to the bottom of the bottle, she came down the steps.
“Do you think this outfit is OK?”, she asked.
I rolled the bottle on my forehead as if to ease a raging fever.
“OK? It’s unbelievable!”
Before me was the cutest and hottest thing I had ever seen that I had a shot with. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Her breath taking cleavage seemed to be on the verge of exploding out of the deeply cut v neck tee shirt. It’s light blue hue seemed to make her blue eyes shine like beacons.
But the final touch…the cheery on the cake….the thing that made it seem like a massive vibrator landed on my crotch….was the incredible denim skirt.
It came about four inches above her knees and hugged the cheeks of her ass just enough to see them ripple a bit as she spun around to show me the whole picture.
I took her in my arms, pulled her close and kissed her without control. After sucking on her tongue, I backed off holding her at arms length by her shoulders.
“Damn girl! There’s no way I’m going to be able to get through the whole day without getting under that skirt.”
Kerri smiled, kissed me on the cheek and said, “I’m counting on it.”
The plan was to spend an hour or two at the family thing and then to picnic at a very secluded spot she knew near the Rifle River. I figured the sooner we got the family thing over with, the sooner I’d be between those legs.
The drive there was an hour or so, but seemed to take forever. I tried my best at small talk to keep my mind off the skirt. Hell, I even talked about hockey, and I don’t even like hockey. At a certain point, I just got quiet and tried to think about my work schedule.
After a few minutes of that Kerri said, “You got quiet. Where’s your mind at?”
I couldn’t help it. It just came out. “Up that god damned skirt.”
She answered, “Good. I have three of these god damned skirts. I think that’s all I’m wearing from now on.”
I came close to shoving her head into my crotch, but we were only about 5 minutes away from our destination.
Instead, I reached over and ran my hand up the inside of her left leg and gently grazed her thong covered pussy. I was pleased to see that the moisture was already there.
I said in the calmest voice I could muster, “Slut, you’re in for a long night.”
The family party place was a mid-sized farm in a surprisingly idyllic setting. The large, two story, turn of the century house sat on a hill that overlooked a pond. At the pond’s edge sat a large garage and a beautiful willow tree hung over the water.
It seemed like 100 kids were screaming and splashing in the water. The adults were all animated and very friendly. It may have something to do with the beer tap that was at the side of the garage.
I got through all the necessary introductions with the help of more than a few of those beers. I was glad that we had already agreed to the lie we would tell as to how we met. Understandably, she did not want to announce that we met less then a month before via on on-line dating service.
I couldn’t help but notice how many of the men there seemed to like the denim skirt also. Everyone she spoke to, men and women alike couldn’t help but look down at her bulging boobs whenever she looked away.
The beer was not making it any easier to keep my balls from aching. It had been a long time since I had blue balls. I had to fuck something.
The other thing the beer did was to make it so I needed to find a rest room asap. I asked Kerri where it was and she said, “Follow me.”
I walked behind her watching the cheeks of her ass ripple as she started up the hill to the house. Once in the house, I saw a bathroom to the left and started toward it. She grabbed my arm and told me that we should use the one upstairs.
Since my need was more acute, she let me go in first. I had every intention of getting a hand under that damn skirt when she was done with her turn.
When done, I held the door open for her. As she passed, she handed me her thong and said, “Be a dear and hold these for me.”
I couldn’t help but smell them once the door was closed. It was obvious that she was producing a good amount of the pussy juice I so loved to lap up.
I was hard as steel.
This couldn’t wait any longer. Once I heard the flush, I let myself in and closed the door behind me. I was greeted by the sight of Kerri bent over with her hands on the hamper and that lovely ass staring me in the face.
She looked behind her and said, “I was expecting you.”
I dropped my shorts to the floor and then slowly lifted the back of the skirt up to her waist. Two fingers were plunged into that waiting cunt to be sure she was well lubricated. She was.
Maybe thirty seconds or so rubbing her clit and then I guided my dick to her cunt and shoved it in completely in one slow motion.
That was the last slow motion. I started hammering that ass like I had never done before. Kerri’s butt was begging for a spanking, but I was afraid the noise might cross the line.
“You’ve been teasing my dick all day bitch. Now take what you have coming.”
She started to push back against my dick giving me a breaking from the thrusting. Her pussy seemed to be grabbing me and pulling me further and further into that magical cavern.
I had been so consumed with my needs, I was completely surprised when I heard, “Fuck me, Sir…just fuck me…fuck….the shit…ohhhh!”
As her orgasm hit her, her legs were shaking so I grabbed her hips to help her stay on her feet. No way was I going to stop fucking her now. She buried her face in a towel to keep the noise down.
The spasms her orgasm created in her pussy were the final straw for me. I pulled her ass as close to me as I could and unloaded into that teasing cunt.
Kerri sat on the edge of the bathtub and cleaned herself up with some toilet paper. I brought my deflating dick to her lips.
“Clean me up, slut.”
Once we were recovered and started out the door, I whispered to her, “You’re incredible baby. You finished well, but there will be some punishment for all the teasing you gave my balls today.”
“I’m counting on it…Sir.”
Scene Four
One beer led to another and we ended up staying well into the night. The keg ran dry about 10:30 so I took that as a sign that we should be leaving. I only had one more beer after the bathroom fuck and had been downing diet Cokes ever since (hate being the driver). Kerri slowed down a bit, but still had a very nice buzz going.
I reached into my pocket to pull out the car key and realized that I still had her thong. I looked at her sitting in a lawn chair across the lawn. The idea that her cunt was hidden by only a few inches of denim brought my dick back to life. This was going to be a fun ride home.
After the appropriate good byes and thank yous, we climbed in my SUV and started back.
“Thank you for going with me” Kerri said. “It cut down on all the ‘poor Kerri lost another husband’ chatter.”
“No problem baby”, I answered with my right hand gently squeezing her left thigh. “Now you need to do something for me.”
Kerri’s face lit up.
I held out my right hand. “Give me your bra.”
I never actually figured out how they do it, but one of the many things I marvel about women is their ability to remove bras without removing their top.
I tossed the bra into the back seat and reached out to man handle those magnificent tits. I rolled each nipple between my fingers and listened to her quiet whimpers as the hardened and stuck out against her top.
I worked my hand into the v neck and reworked each breast skin to skin. The whimpers got a little louder and a little longer.
We were entering the small stretch of highway we needed to take until we got to the country road that led to her house. I decided to put both hands on the wheel in case some bored cop wanted to give me ticket for loving those boobs.
As I got the car up to speed, I ordered, “Get two fingers into that cunt and work your clit with the other hand.”
“But we are on the highway!” she blurted out.
“I am quite aware where we are. What does that have to do with you doing what you’re told?”
Kerri recovered her composure and lifted the skirt to get to her assigned task. She started with one finger and worked the second one in as she started the assault on her clit. Her eyes were closed and her head was laid back into the head rest.
Occasionally I would have her change the tempo by having her go faster or slower. When the moans got louder I told her, “I want you nice and hot, but don’t you dare cum without getting my permission.”
“Yes Sir. May your slut play with her nipples too?”
She was definitely into this.
“Yes, but before you do, lean you back against the door and get your leg up so that pussy is facing me.”
We were off the highway by this time. I knew if we saw two other cars this time of night it would be the most I’d ever seen. It was time to heat things up.
Once she turned, Kerri mauled her tits and pinched her nipples with her left hand and worked her clit with her right. I reached over and started finger fucking her and egging her on.
“Work those tits baby while I fuck you with my fingers.”
Before long, she slowed down her efforts and said, “Sir, may I cum?”
“No you may not.”
I pulled my fingers out to give her a short rest. When her breathing slowed down I plunged them back in and fucked her even faster.
Kerri’s eyes were wide open, pleading with me to let her cum. Instead I stopped.
“Stop playing with yourself. You’re not ready to cum yet. I’ll let you know when you have earned it. Now give me your top.
Shortly after the top joined the bra in the back seat, I saw the spot I was looking for. It was a short dirt road that led to an abandoned house. Even if a car did go by, there was no way we would be seen.
I turned the engine off and went to the back of the car to retrieve the surprise I had put in the picnic basket earlier. Then I went around to the passenger side and opened the door. Kerri looked so hot sitting there with her pony tail, naked breasts and of course, the denim skirt.
“Lay across both seats with your head at my crotch.”
Once she was settled, I reached for the hem of the skirt and slowly pulled it to her waist.