[MF] My Hands Got Me A Blowjob From My Friend’s Older Sister

Guys are simple. Send us a photo of your tits or ass, and we’re more than satisfied. It doesn’t even necessarily have to be of great quality. As long as we can at least make out some sort of blob formation, we’re good to go.

But women? Well, apparently things are completely different. It seems like all women like something a little different. There are those who enjoy a good dick pic, but more often than not, they like some obscure body part. A nice jawline, toned arms, abs, eyes, and even a good looking hand. I’m sure there are some out there who love kneecaps.

Anyway, I’ve been told most of my life that I have nice hands. At the time, I would always think, “Damn. They had to get halfway down my body before they found something they liked about me,” I always thought they were just being nice, but apparently, there is something magical about my hands.

Last week, I was visiting an old friend. We were friends back in high school. Not close friends, but we got along well enough. I had to travel out of town for a meeting last week and my friend, who we’ll call Steven, offered me a room at his place. I hadn’t seen him (at least in person) in two years, so there was a bit of awkward catching up at first.

After I settled in, he informed that he lived with his sister (April) and that she was a nurse, so don’t be alarmed if you hear someone coming in early in the morning. Back when we were in high school, April was 26, the age I am now. So at this point, she had to be at least 34 or 35-years-old. I was a little surprised she hadn’t started a family by now or at least moved into her own home, but hey…rent is crazy expensive these days.

I didn’t hear her when she came in, but when I entered the kitchen to eat breakfast in the morning, she was in there eating what I guess would be her dinner. She had already showered and changed out of her work clothes. She was now wearing black pajama bottoms and a tank-top. I know most people like to start off their descriptions by trying to guess the person’s height, but I honestly have no idea how tall she is. I didn’t bust out the measuring tape. She appears to be average though.

Anyway, she had gained a few pounds since I last saw her, but her tits still looked as magnificent as ever. Everyone in Steven’s friend group would talk about her boobs, and it would make him extremely uncomfortable. It’s not even necessarily that they’re super large, they’re just…balanced? They’re bouncy? Soft? But April is more than her tits. She has a pretty face, brownish hair, thick thighs…she looks good. In fact, I think she looks better at 36 than she did at 26.

“Hey, igothebeetzz. Steven said you’d be staying with us a couple days,” she greeted me as soon as I walked in the kitchen.

“It’s been so long…” I smiled.

“I know, right? I don’t think I’ve seen you since Steven’s 21st.”

“That was an interesting night,” I replied, grabbing a box of cereal and a banana.

“Interesting?” she smirked. “It was a complete disaster. I told him the week before that it was supposed to rain.”

“Well, you only turn 21 once, right?”

“I guess. And then my dumb ass wore a white t-shirt. I had all his pervy friends staring at my tits the whole time. You included.” she laughed.

Instinctively, I looked down at her tits.

“Really?” she asked playfully.

“You brought ’em up!”

“That’s fair,” she smiled.

And from there, the conversation turned to your standard, “How’s work, what are you up to” bullshit. Before I left for the morning, she had mentioned that this was her last day on, so maybe she’d see me tonight after she caught up on some sleep.

That night, Steven and I had dinner. He offered her some, but she was still sleeping in her room. Steven and I watched a baseball game and had a few drinks before he decided to call it a night. I wasn’t tired, so I stayed behind to watch more of the game in the living room. About 30 minutes after Steven went to his room, April came out, still wearing the outfit from the morning.

She yawned and stretched, her tits pressing firmly against her top, “You’ve been asleep this whole time?” I asked.

“I woke up once, around noon, had some food, watched an episode of Better Call Saul, then went back to sleep.”

“Well, good morning.”

“Good morning,” she smiled and took a seat next to me on the couch. “Baseball, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You played in high school, right?”

“I did. Not well, but I played.”

“Oh, come on. You had to be decent to make the team in high school.”

“Decent? Yeah, I can accept that.”

“Baseball players have nice hands,” she said.

“What?”

“Just something I noticed. Must be them gripping on bats all the time or something…” she trailed off, then added, “Let me see your hands.”

I extended my arms out and spread my hands, as if I were George Costanza. She admired them for a second or two, “Mmm. You see. Beautiful hands,” she reached out and traced one of my veins with her fingertips.

“Long fingers too,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. She continued to play with my hands. I was starting to get turned on, just from a little bit of hand playing. I shifted a little, hoping she wouldn’t see the the bulge forming in my jeans.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, before looking down, “Wait, are you getting hard?” she laughed. “That’s all it takes, huh? Good thing we’re not shaking hands now anymore because of COVID, or else you’d be popping boners everywhere.”

“You weren’t shaking my hand. You were caressing it!” I defended myself.

“Well, uh, do you need to take care of that?”

“Right now?” I asked.

“Yeah. Touch yourself.”

“And you’re going to…”

“…I’m going to watch, duh.” she said with a smile. I paused for a moment, thinking about how it would look if Steven happened to venture out of his room, but the horniness quickly took over. I unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down just a bit, along with my boxer briefs. My dick bounced free and slapped against my stomach.

My hand wrapped around the base of my cock. April watched with great intensity as I slowly started to stroke myself. As my hand slowly moved up and down my cock, I looked over at her, focusing on her breasts. She must have noticed because she slid her hand underneath her tank-top and started playing with her tits.

“Fuck,” I moaned. I swooped up a bit of my precum with my finger and then spread it around the shaft to act as lube. April moaned softly and then lifted her tank-top above her head. Her glorious tits exposed. They were absolutely incredible. She continued to play with them, pushing them together and pinching her nipples.

“Looks like you could use some wetness,” she smirked, and then leaned closer to me. She positioned her head just above my dick and spat on it. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned as her saliva mixed in with my stroking.

“Fuck it,” she said before lowering her head and taking my hard cock inside her warm mouth. “Oh, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. Her tongue massaged the base of my cock as the head of my dick explored the back of her throat. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her head along as she continued to suck my dick.

She rubbed the head against the inside of her cheek and ran her tongue up and down the shaft. It was absolutely incredible. I was squirming on the couch. I didn’t want it to end, but I was so turned on, I could feel the orgasm building.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, ” I moaned out. She popped my dick out of her mouth and begin rubbing it against her face. “Cum for me baby,” she moaned. Seconds later, my dick reached peak hardness and started to pulse as shot after shot of cum painted her face. After taking multiple shots to the face, she directed it down at her tits.

“Jesus,” she laughed. “That’s a lot of cum,” she rubbed the head of my cock lovingly against her soft tits, spreading the cum all over them. The glow made them look even more incredible. I instructed her to hop on my lap.

She straddled me, “What are you going to do?” she asked, her tits pressing against my face. “My hands are going to make you cum,” I told her. I reached up with my right hand and touched her softly against the face, letting my fingers drag down her cheek, collecting my cum, before pushing them inside her mouth. She moaned and covered them with her saliva as she sucked off the cum. Once sufficiently coated, I popped my fingers out of her mouth and slid them down her pajama bottoms.

I teased her a bit, allow my fingers to just barely graze against her clit. She was already wet, so I probably didn’t need her spit, but hey…ya’ never know. NEVER GO IN DRY!

My fingers traveled up and down her pussy, teasing the opening a bit as I extended my thumb out and brushed it against her clit. “Mmm, fuck, yes,” she moaned. She started to grind against my hand as I slid two fingers inside her warm pussy. As I fucked her with my fingers, I brought my mouth to her tits and started sucking on those beautiful fucking things. They felt so warm pressed against my face.

“Fuck, fuck,” she moaned, grinding against my hand. After a minute or two, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and focused all my attention on her clit. Gently, I rubbed it back and forth, making sure to treat it with the love and respect it deserved. She started squirming against my lap, and her thighs locked my hand in place.

“Oh my fucking…” she moaned. She reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me close to her chest as she came against my hand. I could feel her thighs shaking against my hand as I continued to rub her clit. After a few seconds, I eased off and just let my hand hover above her warm pussy.

“Fuck,” she said breathlessly. “That was so good,” I slid my hand out of her pants. My fingers were glistening with her juices. She looked at them carefully and then brought them to her mouth, sucking and licking them dry.

“You’re so damn hot,” I told her. She gave me a wink and then went back to her position on the couch.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

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