2012, Christmas. Finishing the day before a Summer in Australia.
Driving home from work early on a Friday evening. The hot air outside rippling the road while I am relieved to be inside a car with functioning air conditioning.
Three July’s ago my wife died from the dreaded cancer and during these times alone it weighs heavily. Our children are staying at the evil step daughters’ house for a week or maybe two.
Turning my car into my driveway and opening the door to experience a blast of flames disguised as hot air in my face. I open the gate and park. I notice a person standing near my front door, she is the older sister of one my sons’ friends. Tied up long black hair which usually curls. A thin dark singlet top, pale skin and brown eyes. Her nails also painted black. Tight pants and pink decorated thongs (Flip flops for Americans)
She appears upset. I get out of my car and close the gate. She is waiting for me and appears as if she wants to ask me something. I go to the door and unlock it. “I knocked but nobody answered.” She said. “You are 100% correct, the boys are at their sisters house eating all her food and peeing on her toilet seat.” I replied, “Oh, sorry.” She sobbed. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Before she could decide to leave. “My brothers and sister were picking on me.” She pouted. “Aw, they are mean.” I sympathized.
“You can come in, have a nice cold drink.” I offered. She smiled and followed me in. It was so hot, and inside wasn’t much different, yet actually stuffier. “Chelsea isn’t it?” I wondered,
“Yes.” She smiled as I went into the kitchen to begin a routine of air conditioner on, another one on, pouring me and her a really cold almost frozen drink. Taking frozen peas packet from the freezer and rubbing it all over my neck, face, chest, top of my head. And a big sigh because I have time off work for nearly 2 weeks.
As I pour the drinks, “What did they say?”
“They called me fat.” She frowns. “What? You aren’t fat, I would say you are the perfection of a delicate feminine shape, unless you are underage… I don’t know if I should have said that.” I freaked. “Hey, I just turned 18.” She corrects, “What? Really? I thought you were younger.” I flattered her. “I am the middle child.” She giggles. “I thought you were 16.” I pouted.
“Well, not a child anymore since you are 18.” I said. “No, I am a grown up.” She smiles, pressing her chest outward a little as if she wants me to look at the shape of her bulging breasts. Looking away yet enjoying them in my peripheral vision.
Gulping down her drink fast and then slipping the ice in her mouth to spit it back and forth in the glass. I slowly sip mine. She giggles when a piece falls down right into her cleavage. I wanted to reach in and get it out. But she beat me to it. This action left her singlet lower, as she resumed sucking on the ice until it was a moist sliding drip traveling down her forearm.
I wash the glasses and she stands behind me. “Thank you for making me happy.” Chelsea smiles, looking at me like she wants a hug. I want it badly too, her body pressed against me, hot, sweating and sticky. “Are you really happy?” I ask.
Taking her hug and instead lifting her up off the floor. Holding her as she laughs when I spin. Lifting her up higher. “See, you aren’t fat at all, you are like lifting a feather.” I further support. Chelsea wasn’t that heavy and I groped when trying to lift her. Soon I had her completely above me. “Where did she go?” I checked. She is laughing uncontrollably and also worried I will drop her on the hard floor. I walk to the next room which is carpeted because I was concerned too about dropping her. “You are strong like Brock Lesnar.” Chelsea comments, “No I am more like Chris Jericho in the early 2000’s” I estimate. “I am going to have to slam you.” I said. “Alright.” She squeals.
Taking her to my bedroom adjacent to perform a wrestling slam for safety. She impacts the bed, immediately sitting up, bouncing up and down, boobs too. “Do that again.” Chelsea says. “I know many wrestling moves.” I boast. Picking her up, powerslamming her softly to the mattress. Holding her down while I count 1, 2. She kicks out. “What other moves do you know?” She wonders. I only smile. Placing her head between my legs. Flipping her over so her legs are now over my shoulders. Her pussy beneath her pants only a tongue’s reach away. I put my hands on her shoulders up high and powerbomb her to the bed. Hands ‘Accidentally’ on her breasts. I move them before she realizes what just happened.
I wipe sweat off me. Hotter than before. I am still in my work clothes. “Oh, its too hot. I know I can look like a wrestler, I will get out of these work clothes.” I announce. “Okay.” Chelsea smiles, looking at me and waiting in a pose on my bed. I remove my work pants and shirt. Boxers beneath which are soft as silk. “Now you do look like a wrestler.” She nods. “Let’s rock.” I say. Grabbing her and forcing her down. I pick her up again. Preparing her for the undertakers tombstone piledriver. Her forehead bumped my hardening cock beneath my boxers while I look down at between her legs. Wishing she was naked during this move. I drop her down and she laughs. “I also know some submission moves.” I say. Grabbing her leg and lifting it up, pressing my dick against her thigh. “You feel that tension, it might make you tap out.” I educate.
“I feel it.” She sighs. Looking at me, wanting something more yet shy not to ask. I step back a little and fight the protruding erection which has been dominating all this match. She sits up in front of me. “What is that?” She points. I look down, seeing my bulge is very outward. “It says something.” She squints. “Oh, its funny, it’s a bat, says blind as a bat.” I remember. “Oh, its good.” Chelsea agrees. I turn a little to the side while she is attempting to read the crude pun written on my boxers. The erection I have stretches out the words as she takes her time to make this moment last longer.
I see it in her eyes. A wanting to go beyond the next step. “I know some more moves.” I shiver, not cold, but of nerves bringing me to another building need. “They aren’t wrestling moves though, more like bed moves.” I reveal. Chelsea changes her focus from my shorts to my eyes. “What are those?” She wonders, leaning back, stretching her top to show the curves. “I won’t be needing these if we do them.” I prepare. Holding my hands to the side of my shorts. Chelsea smiles seductively. “Go on.” She shifts her eyes.
I remove my boxers and rise back up with my dick pointing above her. She stares at it, frozen and yet in amazement. “Oh wow, that is huge.” She gasps, “I didn’t think you were going to do that. (Giggle) I have always had a crush on you.” She admits. Sitting up to get a closer look and move a little to the side. “I have seen pictures but those are all yucky, yours is nice.” She commends. “Oh, I always thought it was average.” I shrug, while she reaches her hand and touches it softly at first. Then grips it to turn a little to the side, her adventuring fingers going to my sack and poking. “Pop” She giggles. Pointing her finger at my balls. “Careful.” I warn. She grabs me again and strokes my knob like it’s her new favourite pet. “I need to lay down before I fall down.” I say. Laying down on the bed as she looks at all of me, admiring seeing me with nothing on. She lays next to me, her hand sliding my chest and belly. Eventually returning to my dick and lifting it up. “What is that bit called?” She points. “That would be darth vaders purple helmet.” I said. Chelsea giggled and moved closer to touch it further. Making me almost premature ejaculate. But I held it back. Moving to face her and lean in for her first kiss.
She looked at me alike I was everything she ever wanted. Kissing me in return and wrapping her arms around. I slide my hand up her top and want so much to see them. She inhales with a shiver. The insults earlier hurt, they hurt so much she feels ashamed about her body, not wanting to show me. “You are beautiful, this wouldn’t be this hard if you weren’t.” I said. “You really think I am pretty?” She asks. “10 out of 10, I don’t judge people, I rate them.” I nod.
Chelsea sits up, looking at me while she takes a deep breath and removes her top, taking off her bra underneath. Showing me her breasts and at the same time looking away as if ashamed. “Wow, I have seen pictures of those before, but yours, are absolutely perfect.” I smile. She tilts her head a little at me, not believing at first as I move closer and place my face between them. Grabbing with my hands, softly sliding my fingers from her shoulders down to fingertipping her nipples. She enjoys it, the stimulation from my touch. She lays back down and removes her pants and underwear. I look at her as she waits for me. “Do it.” She beckons. “Since this is your first time, I will take this nice and slow.” I decide.
She appears lost and not knowing what should happen next. “5 moves. 1 I do something to you, 2 you do the same to me, 3, I do something to you, 4 you do it to me and 5 we do to each other.” I plan. “Okay.” She agrees. I then lay down next to her, sliding my fingers on the side of her face, kissing her. Moving them lower across her breasts and going down her stomach. She giggles a little, but holds on to this being the best experience so far.
I glide them along her thighs and begin to tempt placing them in the awaiting wet untouched pink flower. “Oh fuck.” She shudders as I put my finger inside. Slowly working my way deeper, her eyes circling the ceiling. I nestle in and lick her nipple. Slithering my finger to be joined by another. Tickling the perfect spot and then delving deep to bring an exhale of relief. Her stomach twitches as I return to the top. Chelsea sighs loudly, biting her bottom lip. Tempting her further until she releases a moan.
I lay next to her. “Step 2.” I said. She looks at me, grabs my dick. “Work your way up to that.” I advise. “Oh, I forgot.” She giggles. Sliding her fingernails along me, black nail polish makes it more exciting. Her attention still fixated on my efforts earlier.
She adventures down to again wrap her hand around my dick. Lifting it and then jerking me off. She swaps hands because her arm is tired. I enjoy it, yet I much rather playing with her. Stopping her before I reach a climax. “What is step 3?” She wonders. “Better than step 1.” I assure.
Kissing her lips and then moving to her neck, she shakes her jaw with overwhelming pleasures. I lip her earlobes and my tongue slithers down the side of her neck. She begins to know what step 3 is. Fiddling with her nipples using my tongue. Then going below her breast. “No fucking way.” She disbelieves. “What do you mean no?” I asks. “I didn’t mean no, I mean fuck yes.” She corrects. Pressing her fingers down into the bed, as I kiss her thigh. Moving up and gorging on her. Chelsea calls out involuntarily. Tensing up and touching my hair. “Oh, this is the best thing ever.” She shakes.
My tongue doing the same as my fingers earlier, except all directions taken are to stimulate her. Shocks from each small shift action a response. She squirts me a little. I lift for a moment to breathe. “You know what step 4 is now?” I smile, returning below to continue as she moans from pleasures. “You’ll get step 4 in a minute.” She assures. I tongue her more deeply, feeling her hands push me away to stop before she explodes. The expression of amazement unchanged as she settles down. Hugging me tightly, stroking her fingers through my hair. While the momentum is high, Chelsea moves her head lower on my body. Opening her mouth and engulfing my dick inside. Sucking on it, sliding her tongue over the end. “Bet you didn’t think when you woke up this morning, you’d be sucking a dick today.” I commented, while she giggled with a mouthful. Shifting up and down, bringing me to the point of almost cumming in her mouth. I stop her, knowing the build to this may only have one shot.
I push her to the bed forcibly, She enjoys the little bit of rough. I point my dick at between her legs. “Shouldn’t you have a condom or something?” She spoils. “I got fixed.” I say. Easing in as she watches it enter her to be completely submerged. I look at her while I thrust smoothly, being gentle and strong. Her eyes stare at me, invasive and yet content to let me fuck her. “I dreamed of this happening.” She admits. “Did it feel like this, how was I?” I ask.
“This is better and you are much sexier.” She smiles, bringing me to a climax as the maximum is reached to begin filling her. “I love you.” She says, right at the ejaculation, the moment I cannot return my words because I am cumming inside her. I collapse on top of her. “I love you too.” I after shock. Still in her and retracting which brings its own miniature orgasm. I kiss her cheek, slide my hand back inside, gouging out inside her as she tensions. Working in momentum from her whispering screams. Bringing her to squirt a puddle. She kisses me again. Sweating while sipping air through her lips. “You can make me happy and not ashamed of my body anytime you want.” She assures. “Deal.” I shake her hand, still wet from her own moisture.
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