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Desiree’s Senior Year: Part 1
Finally connecting with a high-school friend.
By outdoorhorny. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about
her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were
comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant
skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place,
Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my
eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and
behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her
shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's
bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right
places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of
winter.
We were both new students in school during our senior year.
She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a
small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students
in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the
student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3
towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years
previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.
That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of
classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in
English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together.
She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and
homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd
turns.
She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated.
I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group,
but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so
that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after
soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while
for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.
It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I
wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called
one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the
Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in
bad weather.
When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was
still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well,
and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had
scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she
looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little
makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had
taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn't get the memo
and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I
made sure to compliment her as well.
Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending
time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with
some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met
around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a
little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as
well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing
eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me
looking every once in a while and smiled at me.
When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her
mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my
poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I
grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could.
When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were
hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.
"Wow; you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd,
dude" she teased me.
"Just working the room, ya know?" I said in my
most pompous voice.
"I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you," she said
apologetically. "She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her
to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!"
"No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used
to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get
used to the chit-chat."
"Well," she began, taking my arm, "I was very
impressed with your poise!"
I blushed again. "Oh, you heard that, did ya?"
She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing
against me closely.
"Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too.
When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older
guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good."
I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on
flattery.
"Des," I told her, "I'm sorry about that, you
just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I
couldn't help but look at you!"
A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.
"Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful
before?"
"Oh, no, not at all!" Did I mention I was far from
smooth back in those days?
"So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I
was beautiful?"
At that point, I realized that she was completely messing
with me, but I couldn't stop myself.
"Since day one of school," I told her earnestly.
I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again
the pleased smile appeared.
"So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and
wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?" she asked. This
time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.
"Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just
never get a chance to tell you."
"I can see why you're such a hit with the moms,"
she murmured just before we entered the den.
She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into
our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had
ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and
at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.
The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the
house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I
stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother's training was
kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to
me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward
Des, and said, "Isn't he great?" in a loud voice. "And
handsome?"
"Oh, he certainly is!" Des affirmed, desperately
trying to keep a straight face.
"Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me," I
muttered and headed for the door.
Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She
grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.
"I'm sorry; I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!"
"No big deal," I assured her somewhat truthfully.
"It's your mom; she's just a little, "
"I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing, "
"You Are very great and handsome," she said
softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes
were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting
for my reaction.
"Des," I replied in a low voice, "I was
serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so, it's
just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made
me realize, " My words trailed off.
"Realize what?" she asked, holding herself just
inches from my face.
"How much I want to do this," I told her, crossing
the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally
around her slender waist.
Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me.
"Far out!" she said softly.
Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen
collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and
closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow
again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped
gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and
lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met
again.
Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her
tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed
for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of
passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des
shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.
"I've got to help my mom," she said
apologetically.
"I've got to get home, too," I told her. "I
don't want to go, though, "
"I know, I don't want you to go!"
Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time,
then pulled back and looked at me sadly. "I guess we'll have to finish
this some other time," she said.
"Yeah, definitely!" I said urgently.
"Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow," she said
quietly.
She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched
her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled
with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.
Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got
up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and
working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for
dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.
The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I
raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks
from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was
a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass
beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could
see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of
brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted
tightly at her waist.
"Yes?" she asked in an imperious tone, raising an
eyebrow playfully.
"Good morning, miss," I said earnestly. "Is
your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I
believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to
spend some more time with me, "
"You're disgusting!" Des snorted, swinging the
door open wider. "You probably would go after my mom!"
"Not when you're here," I told her, stepping close
once the door was closed behind me.
Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them
back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance
between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first
and then with increasing passion.
"Come upstairs," she said after pulling back to
catch her breath.
"Parents?" I asked.
"Gone for the day" she replied with a wicked
smile.
"Good!" I said fervently. "Let's go!"
She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare
feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central
staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I
almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly
bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her
beautiful form from that angle.
When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far
side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried
flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention
as I halted just inside the door.
"You can come in," she said mockingly, a trace of
that same sexy smile on her lips.
I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.
"This is where I wanted to bring you last night,"
she said. "Once I saw you with my mom, "
"Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you
noticed me, finally!"
"I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going
on."
"Yeah," I replied with my usual brilliance.
"So now, " she began.
"Now I'm all yours!" I told her with my best
smile.
"Good. I want to show you something!"
I nodded and told her "Anything you want!"
Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the
bedspread.
"After you left last night, I came up here when
everything was done."
She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her
other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the
bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe
lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then
moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry
cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking,
sensual glimmer in her eyes.
"I was wishing you were here with me," she
continued. "So I threw my clothes over there." She gestured with her
chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on
the chair. "And then I climbed into bed, "
Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came
undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley
of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric
slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they
were exposed, but she kept up her narration.
"And I started thinking about what I would do if you
were with me, "
I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her
nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.
"I got so fucking horny!" she said more intensely.
Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap
and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits:
pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as
my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.
Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself
to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to
a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment
she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing
herself with slight up and down motion.
"Just thinking about having you up here last night made
me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you
playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this."
Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple
delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the
shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her,
stroking the furry lips of her cunt.
"Show me, " I whispered, finally contributing to
the conversation.
Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height.
From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring
curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I
took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling
bounce of her tits.
Again, she spoke as she played with herself: "My
nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing
with my clit because I was already so wet for you!"
Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and
they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.
"Sometimes, " she resumed, "I put my fingers
inside to get them wetter." Her hand curled lower for a moment and then
went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. "Is that what
you would have done to me last night?"
"God, yes!" I told her immediately. She smiled,
but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.
"I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could
have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch
of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're
doing it now!"
"What else?" she asked in an urgent whisper, her
back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.
"I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste
you," I said.
"Umm, I love that idea!" she assured me with a
sexy smile.
Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she
had been using to play with herself up to her lips. "I do that all the
time!" she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she
sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.
As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display,
my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my
mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those
beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.
Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. "When I
was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night," she began,
"you weren't wearing all those clothes!"
As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my
jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All
this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't
pull my eyes away from her!
When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative
again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her
and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward
until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her
fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her
mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her
on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.
"What were you going to do to me?" she asked
enticingly.
In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside
her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my
thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top,
my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.
Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around
my head, pulling me into her.
"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me with your
tongue!"
With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far
as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly
with my tongue, relishing the copious lubrication she was producing, and using
my thumbs to caress her cunt lips as I worked away at her.
Almost immediately, Desiree started to rock her hips into
me. She must have been close already, because I could feel the trembling begin
in her hips and thighs. She bent forward to embrace my head fully, her tits
crushed against my hair as I ground into her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she hissed
above me.
I didn't pause to reply, wanting only to drive her over the
edge. Instead, I rubbed her clit harder with my nose from side to side and
lashed her inner walls with the tip of my tongue. That did it.
"Oh fuck!" Des cried out happily as her whole body
froze. Her thighs clamped down on my head, her arms gathering me in even
tighter, and her hips rocked forward to drive herself against me one last time.
Barely able to breath, I held my position for a long minute,
sucking gently on her cunt to gather every drop of her sweet juices.
When she began to breathe again, Des pulled me up to her
lips. I rose to stand in front of the bed, and her arms stayed wrapped around
my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue breaking away from mine to
taste herself on my lips, my chin, and all around. Finally, she let me go and I
stood up straighter, grinning down at her flushed face, her dark hair dampened
by her exertions. Des looked up at me, grinning as well, then wrapped her arms
around my waist and pulled me in for a hug.
"That was better than I imagined last night!" she
said happily against my abs.
I stroked her hair and said, "Good. I've been wanting
to do that for, like, forever!"
She giggled happily in response and hugged me tighter for a
moment. Then she tilted her head up, her chin resting just below my sternum.
Her eyes were dark and wide and beautiful and I looked directly down into them,
lost in a mixture of lust and love and happiness.
"Is that all you've been wanting to do?" she asked
me teasingly.
Desiree and I continue, as the weather warms up.
Now that Desiree and I were a couple, we spent the rest of
the winter together. Usually, it was at one of our houses, or occasionally at a
friend's. This led to a lot of fun, but a lot of frustration as we almost never
found ourselves alone with any kind of privacy. However, like teenagers
everywhere, we found ways.
At school, we would climb the ladders behind the auditorium
stage. There was a little room there for lights, ventilation, and theater
controls, and we made the most of it. I have endless memories of lying on my
back on the dusty floor while Desiree hiked her long cotton-print skirt up and
rode me languorously. She loved to control the pace, and I was happy to lie
back and caress her hips and tits while she rocked her way to bliss. It was
hard to go back to class afterward, but every second we spent up there was
worth it!
There were also two cars involved, but Des had a tiny Honda
Civic that wasn't much good for anything except road head and discreet
fingering. When we went in my car-a roomier Volvo wagon-we often ended up
parked up a logging road, stretching out in the back on an old sleeping bag.
For some reason, my lasting memories of those encounters are all in the
missionary position, my weight resting on Desiree's broad hips, my chest
cushioned on her ample tits, and my face against the side of her neck,
surrounded by soft brown hair. Her arms and legs would wrap around me almost
tenderly, and I can still recall the warm spread of her skin against mine as
our bodies came together fully. With gentle thrusts and counter-thrusts, we
would rock lazily in the steamed-up little world until we were spent. Then we
would roll onto our sides and enjoy what she called "the afterglow".
Every now and then, we enjoyed the supreme luxury of a house
when one set of parents or another went to church, or to a meeting, or out
shopping. We tried very hard not to make it obvious that we were hooking up,
but I think both sets of parents knew and gave us as much space as they
reasonably could. Her parents didn't mind if we used their hot tub, and they
were gracious enough not to look outside while we were there. If they had, they
might have seen their daughter perched on the edge while my tongue explored her
sweet, spicy depths. A while later, they would have seen their only daughter
kneeling on the submerged seat, her ass barely out of the water, while I stood
behind her, snowflakes falling on my shoulders as I pumped myself deep inside
her. Needless to say, we were as quiet as possible on those occasions.
Finally, the endless snow began to melt. Desiree, with her
Earth mother attitude, turned out to have a huge fetish for having sex
outdoors, and she had grown up in the town and knew every isolated place. As
soon as it was over 40 degrees, she had no problem whipping off her shirt or at
the very least hoisting her skirt up to allow me access. Guys have it easy, I
realize, and on the colder days I have to admit all I did was unzip!
Spot Number One: an abandoned shack just below a small dam.
Dusty, cracked window panes and a door hanging off its hinges. Inside, an
ancient wood stove, a creaky cot with a thin mattress, and the detritus of a
hundred teen couples passing through-beer cans and condom wrappers, snack food
bags and cigarette butts. It smelled permanently damp in the spring, but it
offered unparalleled privacy and shelter from the wind.
The first time Des parked her car at the edge of a twisty
back road, I thought we were headed into the woods as usual. She slung her
backpack over one shoulder and slipped between two mountain laurel bushes
without a word. I followed, and saw to my surprise a real path twisting through
the shrubs and trees. After a hundred yards, I could hear the river. Another fifty
yards and the structure came into view. Des pulled the door open and propped it
carefully as if it were her own summer house. Then her preparations became
obvious!
From the backpack, she pulled a rolled up afghan and covered
the cot. A bottle of water and a bottle of Wild Turkey (her favorite) were
placed on the rickety table. Finally, she extracted a carved wooden stash box
and a matching bowl. With a smile, she packed it full and we shared it
peacefully while she told me the history of the place.
Sitting cross-legged on one end of the cot to keep it from
sagging, she said this had been the foreman's office when the dam was built
during the Depression. Since then, different people used it for different
things, but it was always available, and most people tried to keep it somewhat
clean. She went on to say that her old boyfriend Chris heard about it from his
older cousin and they used to come down when it was warmer to swim and get
high.
"It's a little cold for swimming still," she said
sadly, "but I totally want to put my feet in the water!"
I was toasted enough to play along, and I kicked off my
sneakers and socks and rolled my jeans up over my calf muscles. Des led me
along the path to the water through a grove of birch saplings just starting to
bud. She carried the Wild Turkey and I brought the water bottle. At the bank's
edge, we sat on tree roots and eased our feet into the water. It was bitingly
cold-of course-but my feet soon went numb, and we alternated sips of whiskey
and water, enjoying the sunlight and the gentle buzz and the quiet chuckling of
the river over smooth stones.
As she lay back on her elbows, Desiree's full tits were
pushed forward. My eyes traced the lush contours with growing hunger. She
caught me looking and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Wanna see 'em?" she asked indulgently.
"Always!" I assured her.
She pushed her jacket back behind her, then lay back on it
and teasingly raised the hem of her wide-necked T-shirt an inch at a time. As
soon as it went above the waistband of her skirt, I leaned across and kissed
the soft skin of her belly. I followed the hem upward until she paused just
below her tits, kissing every exposed inch. She drew it snug against herself,
pulling her tits up for a moment. When she lifted her hands, those pale, lovely
globes came proudly into view, nipples already crinkling in the cold air.
I reached across her body and cupped the underside of her tit,
savoring its heft while my thumb grazed back and forth across her nipple. The
one closer to me got my full attention, though, as I sucked her whole areola
into my mouth, then let it go and focused on her nipple, sucking hard, letting
it snap back into the air, and then leaning down to bite it gently with my
front teeth. She moaned happily and ran her fingers through my hair.
"Do the other side!" she urged, and I quickly
moved enough to comply. As I settled into my work, I felt her hands move away
from my head. Her right hand went down to my crotch and started stroking my
cock as it lay stiffening along my thigh, trapped by thick denim. Her left
hand, though, disappeared under the waistband of her skirt. As I sucked hard on
her nipple, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes against the bright
sunlight, and hummed. I knew that was her happy sound, and I knew it meant that
her fingers were doing their best to stimulate her cunt while I worked on her
magnificent tits.
One great thing about Desiree-she was always quick to
orgasm. The combined feelings of her fingers on her clit and my tongue and
teeth on her nipples was pushing her quickly toward an explosion. She pulled
her feet out of the water and braced them just below her ass, then began to
thrust her hips upward every few seconds. I kept doing what I was doing,
knowing she'd be horny as hell once she got off. The tell-tale motion of her
hips was followed quickly by deep, rasping breaths and trembling in her core. I
watched her face as it changed from concentration to approaching bliss-her back
arching and a stream of whispered "yes, yes, yes, " escaping her
lips.
Her orgasm hit all at once, and her body jerked upward
halfway. She grabbed me and held me tightly while she shuddered, and I could
feel each wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As it subsided, I kissed
her face and whispered endearments. Slowly, her body eased back until she was
lying flat on her jacket again, panting contentedly.
"God, that was so good!" she exclaimed.
I kissed her in response, not really able to take credit
since she had done most of the work.
"Seems like you really needed that," I said to
her.
"It's just being outside again, it always makes me so
happy and so horny!"
"I know-that's what I love about you!"
"Love?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
"You heard me. I love you. And, I love how horny you
get!"
I leaned over again to kiss after that, and for a long,
peaceful moment we lay there in the sun lost in that all-encompassing high
school kind of love.
Fortunately for me, Des was also creatively helpful when she
knew that I was horny as well. When I broke the kiss to toy with her nipples
again, inspiration struck. She pushed her tits together and smiled at me
invitingly.
"Since you were so nice to them, they want to say
"thank you"," she said. "Why don't you come up here and
show me how much you love them, too?"
Now that was an invitation worth stripping down for! I
kicked off my jeans and straddled her waist, then moved myself forward until my
cock lay in the ample valley of her cleavage. Des reached under my leg and
rubbed her cunt, gathering its lubrication and then spreading it all over my
shaft as it poked out of my boxers. That was enough to get me started, and I
began sliding the sensitive underside along her silky skin.
"Move up a little," she urged me, matching her
words with a tug on my ass.
I did what she asked, and at the top of my next stroke, she
sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it
and bathing it with her saliva for a few seconds. Then she directed me back to
her cleavage and reached up to push her tits more tightly together.
"Fuck my tits now, I want you to cum just like this and
let me taste it!"
How could I refuse? Turned on by her erotic display a few
minutes ago, and equally aroused by the sight and sensation of her firm globes
enveloping me, I knew it wouldn't take long. I braced my hands up beside her
head and stroked full length, leaking enough precum now to make the channel I
was enjoying even slicker. Every few pumps, Des would bow her head forward and
swipe her tongue along my crown as it emerged.
When I felt the cum rising inside me, I buried myself
between her luscious tits and fucked them with short, frantic strokes. Des
wrapped her tits even tighter and murmured encouragement as I drove myself
toward my reward.
"Yes, yes, do it, fuck my tits, fuck them, cum for me, cum
for me!"
Gentleman that I am, I did as she asked. The first spurt
leapt from my cock and hit her on the chin. Her hands flew to my ass and pulled
me closer, and she wrapped her lips around my cock once again, sucking hard
with every pulsation, swallowing every drop as it emerged. When I had no more
to give, her suction eased and she swirled her tongue around and around the
head, almost purring with satisfaction. She kept it up until my cock began to soften
in her mouth.
Conscious of myself towering over her all of a sudden, I
rolled back on my side, leaning on one elbow to catch my breath. Des reached to
the other side and grabbed the bottle. With a smile, she took a sip of Wild
Turkey and held it for a moment, looking right into my eyes. Then she swallowed
it down, smiled contentedly, and passed the bottle to me.
"Ah, best chaser in the world!" she said happily.
"You're a nut, and I love you!" I said, taking a
sip of my own.
"I love you, too" she replied.
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Desiree should have been born in the 60's. Everything about
her reflected a kinder, gentler, and groovier vibe than the 90's were
comfortable with; in short, she was a hippie. She wore patterned peasant
skirts, thin cotton T-shirts with mandalas and such, beads all over the place,
Birkenstocks, and course, a peace-sign medallion. All of these things drew my
eyes to her right away, but they in no way hid the luscious body beneath and
behind them. She had long brown hair that fell in soft curls below her
shoulders. Her eyes were dark brown, her lips deep red and shaped like Cupid's
bow. Full tits and wide hips stretched her garments tight in all the right
places. Best of all, her skin was translucent and flawless, even in the dead of
winter.
We were both new students in school during our senior year.
She had been kicked out of boarding school, and my parents had retired to a
small town in the eastern part of the state. That made us the only 2 students
in our grade who hadn't been there all 4 years. Actually, the rest of the
student body pretty much grew up together, but since the high school served 3
towns, only a third of them had been in school together all 12 years
previously. Still, it was enough to make us feel like total outsiders.
That alone was enough to bond us, but we also had a lot of
classes together. There were only small sections of upper-level classes in
English, history, math, French, and science, and we were in all those together.
She was always somewhat spacey, but a good student, a good lab partner and
homework buddy, and a pleasure to talk to, even if the conversations took odd
turns.
She was dating a guy named David who had already graduated.
I spent the fall pursuing the only other single girl in our upper-level group,
but she was still kind of seeing her old boyfriend from a few towns away, so
that wasn't a regular thing. We all went to the same parties, hung out after
soccer and basketball games, and went to the nearest big town once in a while
for some wild nights of pizza or McDonalds and a movie.
It wasn't until winter came that I realized how badly I
wanted to be with Desiree. There was a lot of snow that winter, and she called
one afternoon to tell me that her 18th birthday party was moved from the
Science Museum to her own house; that way, no one had to drive 45 minutes in
bad weather.
When I got there, Des was dressed up for a change. There was
still a hippie vibe to her outfit, but her parents had friends over as well,
and everyone was dressed for a holiday party. It turned out that her family had
scheduled both things, but combined them to save everyone a drive. Anyway, she
looked amazing; her hair was silky and somewhat straighter, she had on a little
makeup, and her outfit made her look older and more beautiful. I was glad I had
taken some pains to dress up as well; some of our friends didn't get the memo
and showed up in our usual teenage gear. She told me how nice I looked, and I
made sure to compliment her as well.
Because of my mother's job, I was accustomed to spending
time with adults at parties like this one. I chatted with her parents, and with
some other adults who were parents of kids at school, or people I had met
around town. Even the damn principal of the high school was there, which was a
little weird for all of us! I saw Desiree working her way around the room as
well, and my eyes kept straying her way as I admired her outfit, her flashing
eyes, and the soft ripples of laughter that I knew so well. She caught me
looking every once in a while and smiled at me.
When I finally broke away to hang out with my friends, her
mom stopped me to say how glad she was that I had come. She complimented my
poise, told me I was very grown up, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I
grimaced, blushed, and thanked her before disengaging as gracefully as I could.
When I got out of the kitchen and headed for the den where the kids were
hanging out, Desiree was headed out as well.
"Wow; you're quite the hit with the mom-and-dad crowd,
dude" she teased me.
"Just working the room, ya know?" I said in my
most pompous voice.
"I'm sorry if my mom embarrassed you," she said
apologetically. "She can be kinda over the top. I keep trying to get her
to mellow out, but she always comes out with something trippy!"
"No problem; I can handle moms pretty well. My mom used
to drag me to parties all the time for her old job, and you just kind of get
used to the chit-chat."
"Well," she began, taking my arm, "I was very
impressed with your poise!"
I blushed again. "Oh, you heard that, did ya?"
She laughed happily and squeezed my arm, her tits pressing
against me closely.
"Yes, I did. I was thinking how grown-up you were, too.
When I noticed you checking me out, I kept thinking it was some creepy older
guy, but then it was you, and it just made me feel good."
I had no idea what to say to that, so I fell back on
flattery.
"Des," I told her, "I'm sorry about that, you
just looked so beautiful and natural chatting away with all those people that I
couldn't help but look at you!"
A pleased smile appeared, and she squeezed me again.
"Does that mean you didn't think I was beautiful
before?"
"Oh, no, not at all!" Did I mention I was far from
smooth back in those days?
"So tell me, dude, how long have you been thinking I
was beautiful?"
At that point, I realized that she was completely messing
with me, but I couldn't stop myself.
"Since day one of school," I told her earnestly.
I think my serious tone took her aback somewhat, but again
the pleased smile appeared.
"So it wasn't just because I'm all dressed up and
wearing makeup instead of being my usual crunchy self?" she asked. This
time, the teasing quality of her voice was more apparent.
"Nope. Crunchy Des is beautiful all the time, I just
never get a chance to tell you."
"I can see why you're such a hit with the moms,"
she murmured just before we entered the den.
She let go of me to rejoin the group, and we relaxed into
our usual roles, joking around as a group and devouring the pizzas her mom had
ordered for us. We stayed there for three or four hours, watched a movie, and
at the cake her mom brought in. All in all, a good birthday party.
The adults had drifted off before the movie ended, so the
house was quiet when Desiree's party was over. Everyone hit the road, but I
stayed behind to say goodbye to her parents; again, my mother's training was
kicking in. She thanked me again for spending time with the grown-ups and, to
me embarrassment, gave me another peck on the cheek, turned me around toward
Des, and said, "Isn't he great?" in a loud voice. "And
handsome?"
"Oh, he certainly is!" Des affirmed, desperately
trying to keep a straight face.
"Well, goodnight, thanks again for having me," I
muttered and headed for the door.
Des caught me before I got my coat on completely. She
grabbed my arm in the hallway, her eyes filled with laughter.
"I'm sorry; I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!"
"No big deal," I assured her somewhat truthfully.
"It's your mom; she's just a little, "
"I know. I'm sorry. But she was right about one thing, "
"You Are very great and handsome," she said
softly. Then she stepped forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes
were deep and serious, and she pulled back a few inches, watching me, waiting
for my reaction.
"Des," I replied in a low voice, "I was
serious when I said you look beautiful all the time. I've always thought so, it's
just that tonight, I saw you looking beautiful in a different way and it made
me realize, " My words trailed off.
"Realize what?" she asked, holding herself just
inches from my face.
"How much I want to do this," I told her, crossing
the space between us and kissing her back, letting my arms wrap naturally
around her slender waist.
Des hummed happily, then broke our kiss to smile up at me.
"Far out!" she said softly.
Her mom was still moving around the living room and kitchen
collecting glasses, so Des urged me out onto the broad bluestone steps and
closed the door behind us. The outside lights were on and it felt like snow
again. I pulled my coat all the way on, then opened the front and she stepped
gratefully into the shelter it offered her from the cold. Her body was warm and
lush against mine, and I felt every curve plastered against me as our lips met
again.
Away from prying eyes, her lips parted quickly and her
tongue darted playfully into my mouth. I responded in kind, and our eyes closed
for what seemed like an endless moment as we shared that thrilling rise of
passion for the first time. I could feel my whole body responding, and Des
shifted her weight, clearly feeling the same ripples of pleasure in her core.
"I've got to help my mom," she said
apologetically.
"I've got to get home, too," I told her. "I
don't want to go, though, "
"I know, I don't want you to go!"
Stepping back into me, Des kissed me hard one more time,
then pulled back and looked at me sadly. "I guess we'll have to finish
this some other time," she said.
"Yeah, definitely!" I said urgently.
"Come back tomorrow if it doesn't snow," she said
quietly.
She smiled, then stepped back and opened the door. I watched
her go and then turned down the icy stairs. Driving home, my mind was filled
with possibilities, and I was grinning like an idiot.
Thankfully, there was only a dusting of new snow when I got
up the next day. I told my parents I would be hanging out with Desiree and
working on a lab report. They nodded, told me to be careful and be home for
dinner, and went back to whatever they were doing.
The twisty back roads were gritty with salt and sand as I
raced toward Des's house. Pulling into the driveway, I noticed fresh tracks
from the garage to the street. When I tapped the bird-shaped knocker, there was
a long pause before I saw a flash of movement through the prisms of glass
beside the door. I heard a click, and the door swung open a few inches. I could
see one of Desiree's dark eyes, a trace of a smile on her lips, a cloud of
brown hair framing her face, a flash of bare thigh, and a thick bathrobe belted
tightly at her waist.
"Yes?" she asked in an imperious tone, raising an
eyebrow playfully.
"Good morning, miss," I said earnestly. "Is
your mom home? She told me yesterday that I should come by this morning. I
believe that I was so poised and well-spoken at her party that she wanted to
spend some more time with me, "
"You're disgusting!" Des snorted, swinging the
door open wider. "You probably would go after my mom!"
"Not when you're here," I told her, stepping close
once the door was closed behind me.
Desiree grabbed the lapels of my winter coat and pushed them
back off my shoulders. As the coat slid down my arms, she closed the distance
between us, pressing her warm body against mine. Our lips met, softly at first
and then with increasing passion.
"Come upstairs," she said after pulling back to
catch her breath.
"Parents?" I asked.
"Gone for the day" she replied with a wicked
smile.
"Good!" I said fervently. "Let's go!"
She turned with a smile and a swirl of dark hair. Her bare
feet were almost silent on the wooden treads as she flew up the central
staircase. My hiking boots left melting snow behind as I rushed after her. I
almost tripped because I was trying to run upstairs and watch her enchantingly
bare legs as I went; the bathrobe was long, but I could see a lot of her
beautiful form from that angle.
When I got to her room, Desiree was standing on the far
side, the neatly made double bed between us. Posters, tapestries, dried
flowers, and a lingering whiff of sandalwood competed for and lost my attention
as I halted just inside the door.
"You can come in," she said mockingly, a trace of
that same sexy smile on her lips.
I walked to the edge of the bed opposite her.
"This is where I wanted to bring you last night,"
she said. "Once I saw you with my mom, "
"Don't start. I was just being nice, but I'm glad you
noticed me, finally!"
"I always noticed you, we just had other stuff going
on."
"Yeah," I replied with my usual brilliance.
"So now, " she began.
"Now I'm all yours!" I told her with my best
smile.
"Good. I want to show you something!"
I nodded and told her "Anything you want!"
Her smile grew wider. Then she lifted on knee up onto the
bedspread.
"After you left last night, I came up here when
everything was done."
She leaned forward and put her palms flat on the covers. Her
other foot came off the floor, and she drew herself toward the middle of the
bed, sitting with her knees together, feet tucked under her, and the bathrobe
lying in soft folds on her lap. My eyes were drawn to her bare thighs, then
moved slowly upward, taking in the swell of her full tits under the thick terry
cloth. When I reached her face, I noticed both a smirk on her lips and a smoking,
sensual glimmer in her eyes.
"I was wishing you were here with me," she
continued. "So I threw my clothes over there." She gestured with her
chin, and I glanced at the outfit she wore last night piled in reverse order on
the chair. "And then I climbed into bed, "
Her hands pulled slowly on the bathrobe belt. When it came
undone, the lapels fell apart a few inches, drawing my eyes to the soft valley
of her cleavage. Desiree shrugged her shoulders then, and the soft fabric
slipped back off her shoulders. Her hands came up to cover her tits as they
were exposed, but she kept up her narration.
"And I started thinking about what I would do if you
were with me, "
I stood there in awe as she used her palms to graze her
nipples, making small circles without fully revealing herself to me.
"I got so fucking horny!" she said more intensely.
Her hands fell away from her chest, and as she shoved the bathrobe off her lap
and away behind her, my heart beat faster and I drank in the sight of her tits:
pale globes with dark, tight nipples and wide areolas. They were as gorgeous as
my teenage fantasies had imagined them, and my hands itched to reach for them.
Des dropped her hands to her lap then, and shifted herself
to widen the space between her knees. I followed the motion and was treated to
a glimpse of dark curls before one hand blocked my view. I thought for a moment
she was being modest, but then I noticed her hand moving slowly, caressing
herself with slight up and down motion.
"Just thinking about having you up here last night made
me want you so badly, I ended up sitting just like this, wishing it was you
playing with my boobs, and I was touching myself like this."
Her free hand came up and I saw her pinch her own nipple
delicately, twisting it as she did. Her other hand pressed more firmly into the
shadowy depths of her lap, and I knew her fingers were curled underneath her,
stroking the furry lips of her cunt.
"Show me, " I whispered, finally contributing to
the conversation.
Des smiled again and rose up to her full kneeling height.
From knees to neck, her body was a symphony of pale olive skin and alluring
curves. She kept her hands in place, but seemed to savor my admiration while I
took in the narrow waist, the long muscles of her thighs, and the rippling
bounce of her tits.
Again, she spoke as she played with herself: "My
nipples got really hard thinking about you pinching them, and I started playing
with my clit because I was already so wet for you!"
Looking down, I saw that she had two fingers extended and
they were making tight circles at the base of her mound.
"Sometimes, " she resumed, "I put my fingers
inside to get them wetter." Her hand curled lower for a moment and then
went back to lavishing attention on her most sensitive spot. "Is that what
you would have done to me last night?"
"God, yes!" I told her immediately. She smiled,
but I wanted to raise the stakes a little more.
"I would have started like that, Des, I wish I could
have come upstairs and seen you naked like this! I would have kissed every inch
of you and pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit exactly the way you're
doing it now!"
"What else?" she asked in an urgent whisper, her
back arching a bit and her eyes half-closed.
"I would have pushed you back, though, so I could taste
you," I said.
"Umm, I love that idea!" she assured me with a
sexy smile.
Her hand left her lap and she brought the two fingers she
had been using to play with herself up to her lips. "I do that all the
time!" she said happily before licking each finger individually. Then she
sucked them both at once, slowly getting every trace of her juices off.
As I stood beside the bed and watched this erotic display,
my cock was achingly hard inside my jeans. I could think of nothing to say; my
mind was gripped by the show in front of me, and I was fantasizing about those
beautiful lips sucking me instead, and I was imagining the taste as well.
Fortunately, Des kept things moving forward. "When I
was thinking about what I wanted you to do to me last night," she began,
"you weren't wearing all those clothes!"
As quickly as I could, I unlaced my boots, shucked off my
jeans and underwear, and whipped both sweater and T-shirt over my head. All
this was hampered by the face that Des was naked in front of me and I couldn't
pull my eyes away from her!
When I was as bare as she was, Desiree took the initiative
again. Bracing her hands on the bedspread, she slipped her feet in front of her
and moved them off the bed. Her legs parted even more as she scooted forward
until her ass was just on the edge of the mattress. This position revealed her
fully; wide-open thighs framed the neatly groomed, silky curls that covered her
mound and along each side of her opening. Her earlier actions had turned her
on, and her inner lips glistened with her arousal.
"What were you going to do to me?" she asked
enticingly.
In a heartbeat, I fell to my knees on the soft rug beside
her bed. My hands went to her inner thighs, pushing them wider apart while my
thumbs did the same for her labia. Leaning in, I licked her from bottom to top,
my tongue broad as I repeatedly lapped up her juices.
Desiree groaned with pleasure, and her arms wrapped around
my head, pulling me into her.
"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me with your
tongue!"
With my nose bumping against her clit, I plunged in as far
as I could. Rocking my head, I did exactly as she asked, fucking her repeatedly
with my tongue, relishing the copious lubrication she was producing, and using
my thumbs to caress her cunt lips as I worked away at her.
Almost immediately, Desiree started to rock her hips into
me. She must have been close already, because I could feel the trembling begin
in her hips and thighs. She bent forward to embrace my head fully, her tits
crushed against my hair as I ground into her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" she hissed
above me.
I didn't pause to reply, wanting only to drive her over the
edge. Instead, I rubbed her clit harder with my nose from side to side and
lashed her inner walls with the tip of my tongue. That did it.
"Oh fuck!" Des cried out happily as her whole body
froze. Her thighs clamped down on my head, her arms gathering me in even
tighter, and her hips rocked forward to drive herself against me one last time.
Barely able to breath, I held my position for a long minute,
sucking gently on her cunt to gather every drop of her sweet juices.
When she began to breathe again, Des pulled me up to her
lips. I rose to stand in front of the bed, and her arms stayed wrapped around
my head as she kissed me frantically, her tongue breaking away from mine to
taste herself on my lips, my chin, and all around. Finally, she let me go and I
stood up straighter, grinning down at her flushed face, her dark hair dampened
by her exertions. Des looked up at me, grinning as well, then wrapped her arms
around my waist and pulled me in for a hug.
"That was better than I imagined last night!" she
said happily against my abs.
I stroked her hair and said, "Good. I've been wanting
to do that for, like, forever!"
She giggled happily in response and hugged me tighter for a
moment. Then she tilted her head up, her chin resting just below my sternum.
Her eyes were dark and wide and beautiful and I looked directly down into them,
lost in a mixture of lust and love and happiness.
"Is that all you've been wanting to do?" she asked
me teasingly.
Desiree and I continue, as the weather warms up.
Now that Desiree and I were a couple, we spent the rest of
the winter together. Usually, it was at one of our houses, or occasionally at a
friend's. This led to a lot of fun, but a lot of frustration as we almost never
found ourselves alone with any kind of privacy. However, like teenagers
everywhere, we found ways.
At school, we would climb the ladders behind the auditorium
stage. There was a little room there for lights, ventilation, and theater
controls, and we made the most of it. I have endless memories of lying on my
back on the dusty floor while Desiree hiked her long cotton-print skirt up and
rode me languorously. She loved to control the pace, and I was happy to lie
back and caress her hips and tits while she rocked her way to bliss. It was
hard to go back to class afterward, but every second we spent up there was
worth it!
There were also two cars involved, but Des had a tiny Honda
Civic that wasn't much good for anything except road head and discreet
fingering. When we went in my car-a roomier Volvo wagon-we often ended up
parked up a logging road, stretching out in the back on an old sleeping bag.
For some reason, my lasting memories of those encounters are all in the
missionary position, my weight resting on Desiree's broad hips, my chest
cushioned on her ample tits, and my face against the side of her neck,
surrounded by soft brown hair. Her arms and legs would wrap around me almost
tenderly, and I can still recall the warm spread of her skin against mine as
our bodies came together fully. With gentle thrusts and counter-thrusts, we
would rock lazily in the steamed-up little world until we were spent. Then we
would roll onto our sides and enjoy what she called "the afterglow".
Every now and then, we enjoyed the supreme luxury of a house
when one set of parents or another went to church, or to a meeting, or out
shopping. We tried very hard not to make it obvious that we were hooking up,
but I think both sets of parents knew and gave us as much space as they
reasonably could. Her parents didn't mind if we used their hot tub, and they
were gracious enough not to look outside while we were there. If they had, they
might have seen their daughter perched on the edge while my tongue explored her
sweet, spicy depths. A while later, they would have seen their only daughter
kneeling on the submerged seat, her ass barely out of the water, while I stood
behind her, snowflakes falling on my shoulders as I pumped myself deep inside
her. Needless to say, we were as quiet as possible on those occasions.
Finally, the endless snow began to melt. Desiree, with her
Earth mother attitude, turned out to have a huge fetish for having sex
outdoors, and she had grown up in the town and knew every isolated place. As
soon as it was over 40 degrees, she had no problem whipping off her shirt or at
the very least hoisting her skirt up to allow me access. Guys have it easy, I
realize, and on the colder days I have to admit all I did was unzip!
Spot Number One: an abandoned shack just below a small dam.
Dusty, cracked window panes and a door hanging off its hinges. Inside, an
ancient wood stove, a creaky cot with a thin mattress, and the detritus of a
hundred teen couples passing through-beer cans and condom wrappers, snack food
bags and cigarette butts. It smelled permanently damp in the spring, but it
offered unparalleled privacy and shelter from the wind.
The first time Des parked her car at the edge of a twisty
back road, I thought we were headed into the woods as usual. She slung her
backpack over one shoulder and slipped between two mountain laurel bushes
without a word. I followed, and saw to my surprise a real path twisting through
the shrubs and trees. After a hundred yards, I could hear the river. Another fifty
yards and the structure came into view. Des pulled the door open and propped it
carefully as if it were her own summer house. Then her preparations became
obvious!
From the backpack, she pulled a rolled up afghan and covered
the cot. A bottle of water and a bottle of Wild Turkey (her favorite) were
placed on the rickety table. Finally, she extracted a carved wooden stash box
and a matching bowl. With a smile, she packed it full and we shared it
peacefully while she told me the history of the place.
Sitting cross-legged on one end of the cot to keep it from
sagging, she said this had been the foreman's office when the dam was built
during the Depression. Since then, different people used it for different
things, but it was always available, and most people tried to keep it somewhat
clean. She went on to say that her old boyfriend Chris heard about it from his
older cousin and they used to come down when it was warmer to swim and get
high.
"It's a little cold for swimming still," she said
sadly, "but I totally want to put my feet in the water!"
I was toasted enough to play along, and I kicked off my
sneakers and socks and rolled my jeans up over my calf muscles. Des led me
along the path to the water through a grove of birch saplings just starting to
bud. She carried the Wild Turkey and I brought the water bottle. At the bank's
edge, we sat on tree roots and eased our feet into the water. It was bitingly
cold-of course-but my feet soon went numb, and we alternated sips of whiskey
and water, enjoying the sunlight and the gentle buzz and the quiet chuckling of
the river over smooth stones.
As she lay back on her elbows, Desiree's full tits were
pushed forward. My eyes traced the lush contours with growing hunger. She
caught me looking and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Wanna see 'em?" she asked indulgently.
"Always!" I assured her.
She pushed her jacket back behind her, then lay back on it
and teasingly raised the hem of her wide-necked T-shirt an inch at a time. As
soon as it went above the waistband of her skirt, I leaned across and kissed
the soft skin of her belly. I followed the hem upward until she paused just
below her tits, kissing every exposed inch. She drew it snug against herself,
pulling her tits up for a moment. When she lifted her hands, those pale, lovely
globes came proudly into view, nipples already crinkling in the cold air.
I reached across her body and cupped the underside of her tit,
savoring its heft while my thumb grazed back and forth across her nipple. The
one closer to me got my full attention, though, as I sucked her whole areola
into my mouth, then let it go and focused on her nipple, sucking hard, letting
it snap back into the air, and then leaning down to bite it gently with my
front teeth. She moaned happily and ran her fingers through my hair.
"Do the other side!" she urged, and I quickly
moved enough to comply. As I settled into my work, I felt her hands move away
from my head. Her right hand went down to my crotch and started stroking my
cock as it lay stiffening along my thigh, trapped by thick denim. Her left
hand, though, disappeared under the waistband of her skirt. As I sucked hard on
her nipple, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes against the bright
sunlight, and hummed. I knew that was her happy sound, and I knew it meant that
her fingers were doing their best to stimulate her cunt while I worked on her
magnificent tits.
One great thing about Desiree-she was always quick to
orgasm. The combined feelings of her fingers on her clit and my tongue and
teeth on her nipples was pushing her quickly toward an explosion. She pulled
her feet out of the water and braced them just below her ass, then began to
thrust her hips upward every few seconds. I kept doing what I was doing,
knowing she'd be horny as hell once she got off. The tell-tale motion of her
hips was followed quickly by deep, rasping breaths and trembling in her core. I
watched her face as it changed from concentration to approaching bliss-her back
arching and a stream of whispered "yes, yes, yes, " escaping her
lips.
Her orgasm hit all at once, and her body jerked upward
halfway. She grabbed me and held me tightly while she shuddered, and I could
feel each wave of pleasure coursing through her body. As it subsided, I kissed
her face and whispered endearments. Slowly, her body eased back until she was
lying flat on her jacket again, panting contentedly.
"God, that was so good!" she exclaimed.
I kissed her in response, not really able to take credit
since she had done most of the work.
"Seems like you really needed that," I said to
her.
"It's just being outside again, it always makes me so
happy and so horny!"
"I know-that's what I love about you!"
"Love?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
"You heard me. I love you. And, I love how horny you
get!"
I leaned over again to kiss after that, and for a long,
peaceful moment we lay there in the sun lost in that all-encompassing high
school kind of love.
Fortunately for me, Des was also creatively helpful when she
knew that I was horny as well. When I broke the kiss to toy with her nipples
again, inspiration struck. She pushed her tits together and smiled at me
invitingly.
"Since you were so nice to them, they want to say
"thank you"," she said. "Why don't you come up here and
show me how much you love them, too?"
Now that was an invitation worth stripping down for! I
kicked off my jeans and straddled her waist, then moved myself forward until my
cock lay in the ample valley of her cleavage. Des reached under my leg and
rubbed her cunt, gathering its lubrication and then spreading it all over my
shaft as it poked out of my boxers. That was enough to get me started, and I
began sliding the sensitive underside along her silky skin.
"Move up a little," she urged me, matching her
words with a tug on my ass.
I did what she asked, and at the top of my next stroke, she
sucked the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around it
and bathing it with her saliva for a few seconds. Then she directed me back to
her cleavage and reached up to push her tits more tightly together.
"Fuck my tits now, I want you to cum just like this and
let me taste it!"
How could I refuse? Turned on by her erotic display a few
minutes ago, and equally aroused by the sight and sensation of her firm globes
enveloping me, I knew it wouldn't take long. I braced my hands up beside her
head and stroked full length, leaking enough precum now to make the channel I
was enjoying even slicker. Every few pumps, Des would bow her head forward and
swipe her tongue along my crown as it emerged.
When I felt the cum rising inside me, I buried myself
between her luscious tits and fucked them with short, frantic strokes. Des
wrapped her tits even tighter and murmured encouragement as I drove myself
toward my reward.
"Yes, yes, do it, fuck my tits, fuck them, cum for me, cum
for me!"
Gentleman that I am, I did as she asked. The first spurt
leapt from my cock and hit her on the chin. Her hands flew to my ass and pulled
me closer, and she wrapped her lips around my cock once again, sucking hard
with every pulsation, swallowing every drop as it emerged. When I had no more
to give, her suction eased and she swirled her tongue around and around the
head, almost purring with satisfaction. She kept it up until my cock began to soften
in her mouth.
Conscious of myself towering over her all of a sudden, I
rolled back on my side, leaning on one elbow to catch my breath. Des reached to
the other side and grabbed the bottle. With a smile, she took a sip of Wild
Turkey and held it for a moment, looking right into my eyes. Then she swallowed
it down, smiled contentedly, and passed the bottle to me.
"Ah, best chaser in the world!" she said happily.
"You're a nut, and I love you!" I said, taking a
sip of my own.
"I love you, too" she replied.
To be continued in part 2, By outdoorhorny for Literotica.
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