She must have seen me from the kitchen window, and came to meet me at the front door. It was rainy and cool, and she was wearing wide yoga pants under a big black blouse. I had jeans on myself, foregoing my usual shorts, but had decided not to wear my cowboy boots. I didn’t want to remind her of that little fantasy just yet.
She was providing dinner tonight, so I followed her into the kitchen. A take-out tray from my favorite Mexican restaurant was on the counter . She didn’t cook much.
“Smells good.” I pecked her politely on the cheek, resisting the urge to grab her little ass. “Lupita’s is the best.”
She slid the tray into the microwave. I couldn’t resist. “Don’t suppose you want dessert first again?”
She shook her head, and said firmly, “A little bit of anticipation is nice, too.” She paused and added quietly, “And nothing too kinky tonight, okay?”
“Promise.” I answered her seriously. I wasn’t sure how she really felt about me diddling her with the beer bottle. I had already resolved to keep it pretty straight tonight. I didn’t want to blow it with the best piece of ass I’d had in a long time. Not many girls were willing to screw like a mink without any strings attached.
I reached into the refrigerator and ostentatiously pulled out two bottles of water. No beer tonight.
I watched her pull down some plates, wishing I could see more of her under the big shirt. I had taken the precaution of beating off this morning, twice, just so I wouldn’t leap on her like the horny bastard I was. But a little cuddle wouldn’t hurt.
As she dished out the enchiladas, I slid my hands under the front of her blouse and encountered something unexpected. From the waist up, she was encased in cloth.
“What’s this?” I turned her around and undid a few buttons. I saw thick ribbed material with a scoop neck.
“A camisole,” she answered. “It’s chilly today. And this is the closest thing I have to a sexy set of lingerie.”
“Let me see,” I said doubtfully, as I unbuttoned the rest of the way and held the shirt flaps out from her body. Camisole? It was like a tank top, black with white threads. The spandex was skin-tight, and the white lines swerved a little over her baby tits. I jiggled the little mounds with two fingers; they were pretty tightly supported. I thought I could peel this off easily enough.
“Moderately sexy, I guess,” I admitted. “Matching panties?” I pulled out the waistband of her pants for a peek. Same material, but not bikinis, although the spandex clung just below her belly-button.
She pushed my hand away and informed me, “They’re called little-boy briefs,”
I followed as she carried the plates into the front room, trying to see the rest of her panties outline from behind. No luck, but at least she didn’t button her blouse back up. Of course, she had no cleavage, just a flat space between the cupcakes. I longed for them nonetheless.
Start Trek Voyager was playing on the TV, and we more or less watched it while we ate. As the show ended, I finally said, “Well, how about a preview of the whole set?”
She cocked her head at me. “Here?”
“Sure. Come on, let me see your undies. Just for anticipation.”
She smiled a little and pulled her blouse off, then stood up to slip off the yoga pants. The panties came down to the top of her legs, but they were also skin tight under her belly button . Her mound showed clearly, and there was a nice gap of bare skin between the panties and the tight top that flattened out her boobs. My johnson started to rise in appreciation.
“Turn around,” I said softly. She didn’t vamp or anything, just turned her backside to me. The white lines curved around her little cheeks too.
“Not bad,” I mused. “Maybe half-sexy.” My hard-on was getting cramped in my jeans, so I stood up and led her over to the antique lounge chair. “Why don’t you stretch out here while I get used to this.”
She sat down and crossed her ankles demurely, while I sat on the edge of the chair and looked her over. White ankle socks next time, I thought. The kind with lace on the cuffs.
I reached my hands up to tease her nipples, wondering if they would show through the ribbed spandex when they popped up. Not much. Sliding the straps down her arms, I pulled the scoop neck down under her titties and leaned back to look. The bitty things weren’t big enough to hold the stretch under them, and the neckline slid halfway back up her boobs. Still, the little stems of her nipples peeped over the top. Adorable.
I ran my hands over her hips, then slid some fingers under the leg band. It was a tight crawl to her crotch, but I was able to brush my fingers on the tips of her pubes. They weren’t really damp yet, but when I managed to worm the top joint of my finger into her slit, it was warm and slick. She sighed and shifted her legs a little. I shoved further in, up to my middle joint. I flexed it back and forth but wasn’t able to do much more, so I pulled my hand out. By now, the stretched shirt had slid up to cover her tits, but I didn’t care. I put my hands under her butt, rolled her over, and admired the inches of bare skin between the tank top and the nicely-encased ass cheeks. I thought I could see just the tip of her crack.
My cock was protesting the cramped quarters in my jeans, so I stood up.
“Hands and knees, please,” I said briskly and unzipped my fly. She got on all fours, and presented her willing backside to me. I slowly pulled the tight panties down, just below her butt cheeks, and worked the warm skin. Her rosebud asshole tempted me, but I’d better save that for another time.
With both hands, I peeled the waistband of her panties partway down her thighs. Her legs couldn’t spread apart much, and the panties hung like a sling between them. I pulled down my jeans and knelt behind her. I had to crouch to slide my cock under her snatch, using my hand to guide the head into the trap door. It was an odd angle, but my dick was very happy to find his way in. I humped slowly to adjust to the position, then pumped faster as my dickhead butted up against her roof. The wet warmth was incredibly tight around my rod, and it felt even harder as her juices slicked it up. She was making pleasing “Ah, ah,” sounds each time I prodded the end of her tunnel, but I knew she wasn’t close to coming. I certainly was, so I clutched her hipbones tighter and fucked her like a bunny until my wad burst in long, exquisite spurts.
I stayed still while the rush washed over me, holding tight to her hips. When my satisfied cock finally slipped out, I leaned back a little and watched my cum slink into her damp red curls.
She let out a long sigh. I stood to pull up and button my jeans, and commented, “Can’t wait until I see you in some really sexy undies.”
She groaned and rolled over to see me grinning at her. I sat down and soothed the inside of her legs until she spread them out wider for me. The crotch of her panties was damp, so I thought it was high time to take them off. Definitely a big girl pussy, with swollen pink lips slick with passion juice.
“Hot little pussy,” I whispered. I pulled the tank top down over her feet too. Her bitty boobs were free now and I groped them both until the nipples perked up again, then sucked one into my mouth. My hand wandered down to her soft wet snatch. I sat up and draped her legs over the sides of the chair.
“Now you’re gonna get thoroughly fucked by a man with all his clothes on.”
Apparently, she didn’t think that was too kinky, and smiled a little like the Mona Lisa. That cunt was still ready for more.
I shoved two fingers inside her and wiggled them up and down. When she started squirming, I pressed my other hand on her pelvis to keep her down. I’d watched that video again last night and I wanted to make her come hard. She did. Her feet didn’t quite reach the ground, but somehow she arched up and pumped against my hand. Her butt dropped down again as her legs continued to tremble.
I turned my fingers sideways, stretching her slit mouth wide so I could slot in a third finger. I watched my hand sawing her pussy and it was making little squishy sounds. I could feel my cock stirring and I moaned myself. As she grew more frantic, so did my finger-fucking. Then she wailed again and her juices spilled down my hand. She fell back, her whole body still spasming. I pulled down my jeans and plunged my rod into that quivering, sopping hole. A half-dozen deep thrusts and I burst into heaven.
It was really cramped on the chair, so I crawled off, pulled up my jeans again and sat on the couch. Both her arms and her legs were sprawled outside the chair and her eyes were half- closed. She looked like one of those French postcards we used to pass around in grade school, only skinnier and much, much wetter. Finally I got up again and pulled her up to stand. Her knees sagged, so I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. When I dropped her onto the bed, she curled up and sighed.
I debated whether to undress, but she looked so cute I lay down to nestle up to her. It felt really hot to hold this naked slut while I was fully dressed, so I fondled her baby tits and ass. She moaned a little, and I rolled her onto her back and massaged her all over, occasionally nibbling a soft nipple. She still had her eyes closed but sighed and swayed against my hands. I spread her legs out wider and gazed hungrily at her twat, but my cock wasn’t ready to go yet. I ran a finger up and down her soft gash and saw a little quiver.
I contemplated going down on her again, but she was all gooey now and I didn’t think I wanted to taste my own cum. Still, I had resolved to be extra nice to her tonight, and she did love having her box munched. I dropped a kiss on her tummy and said, “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I took a quick pee while I soaked a few washcloths, then returned to the bedroom. I knelt between her legs and buffed her body like a car, then moved down to her crotch. I squeegeed her pussy curls and the slime on her thighs. When I slipped my finger into her hole and started scrubbing, she mumbled something.
“Uh-uh,” I said. “Just cleaning you up.” I returned the washcloths to her bathroom sink, and when I got back, she was still spread out, waiting. I leaned on my elbows, spread her cunt flaps out and began lapping on her slowly. She let out a gasp but didn’t move while I explored. I curled the tip of my tongue into her slit and she drew her knees up. I pushed them out wider and sucked some of her juice into my mouth. Not too bad. I clenched my fingers on her flaps to keep her still while I brushed my tongue gently on her clit and harder around the lips.
My hips were draped over the foot of the bed and I found myself grinding against it. I groaned into her soft wetness and plugged my tongue in and out of that little slot. Her legs were tensing up and she was making a high-pitched keening sound. That meant she was ready, so I rimmed her with my tongue again and pushed the middle of it against her clit. I pulled back to watch her come, the clamshell quivering and spitting in front of me.
I wiped my face on my shirttail, crawled up to the head of the bed and pulled her partway on top of me. I was satisfied with a job well done. When she stopped shaking, I nestled a titty in each hand, yawned, and rested my head on hers.
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She was wrapped in the bedcovers when I woke up. I pulled them down and she yelped. “I’m cold.”
“I can warm you up again,” I suggested.
She pulled the covers up to her chin and yawned. “It must be late, what time is it?”
“Just after ten.”
“Past my bedtime. ” She closed her eyes again.
“Do you want me to spend the night?” I asked hopefully. I wouldn’t mind screwing her a few more times, even if it meant making polite chit-chat in the morning.
“Can I trust you not to do me again?” she countered.
“Not a bit.” I yanked her out of bed and felt around her ass. “Haven’t pounded you flat yet,” I said with a little grin. I pulled her close against me, stroking those warm little cheeks that just fit my hands. I started getting a chubby and I know she felt it, even through my jeans. She squirmed a little, but only sighed when I slid my fingers down between her legs.
“Do you ever get enough?” she asked.
“Nope,” I whispered. “Never enough of this sweet pussy.”
Soon she was totally juicy again and I knew she’d give in. I turned her around to face the bed.
“Up here, little pussy, ” I said into her ear as I hoisted her legs up. She knelt on the edge and straddled her legs wide.
She was such a cooperative little piece.
I unbuckled and pushed my jeans below my pole. She grunted when I shoved it into her. I put one hand over her mound and spread my fingers to feel my own cock sliding in and out of the glory hole. My zipper was banging against her, and it was such a turn-on I knew I was going to come fast. She grunted again as I pumped my stuff into her. I didn't care if she came or not, my head and balls were buzzing. When I pulled out, she collapsed forward and sighed.
I stroked her ass cheek and asked, “Sure you want me to go?”
“Go away, go away,” she moaned. “I need to sleep.”
I zipped up my jeans, patted her butt and left. I smiled most of the way home.
