The day was filled with anticipation for the evening. Light touches, glances, and a few soft stolen kisses. Everything a couple that’s been together for as long as us need to build up something powerful.
Lisa was just about as sweet as you can get. Her strawberry blonde hair was long down her back. Her figure thin, with full curves at the hips and perfectly shaped breasts that matched her thin figure. Pale, lightly freckled skin. Totally beautiful clothed and totally hot naked, if that makes sense.
Alas, the phone buzzed and the small apartment would soon have a guest for the evening. A good friend of Lisa’s, Kate, passing through, fun games, and laughs are nothing to deny for just one more day of anticipation, are they? The rooms too quiet and close for the true fun we had in mind after dark.
The evening was blissful, escaping our sexual event horizon with friendship and fun. A late night, even later than normal, made the bed so much more a sleeping unit, than a sexual playground. A kiss goodnight, and words about tomorrow, and we’re off to sleep….
Well, perhaps, my fingers need just to feel her soft back and she purrs in approval of my nails running over her spin, under her soft oversized tee. Only a couple minutes reminds me of that sexual event horizon we were being pulled towards earlier in the day. A little swelling between my legs, a perfectly placed soft ass to accept the bulge between its cheeks, and a little nuzzle allowing it to be pushed further between her panty covered crack.
Lisa was exhausted, but desired to see her man satisfied. We were just a thin wall away and she too shy to risk her moans being heard. God, I loved her for such innocence. The balance of innocence and sexual desire is a beautiful, lovely thing to possess. She reached over and stroked my solid member, whispering something about this having to do for now. Now, I love when she teases my cock with light touches and kisses, but the nuances of fondling an experience man with only your hand wasn’t something I’ve taken the time to teach her. A rough and tumble handjob isn’t what I was hoping for, but skilled, precise working of my member. Innocence, remember.
I took her hand and guided it around my head, down my shaft, showing her at what point to apply more or less pressure, how to speed up and slow down. She seemed to appreciate the details of what I felt with each stroke and how to draw the most sensation, but not too much too fast. Within a minute she announced her jealousy, as my fingers, were teasing her soft skin still, playing with edge of the panties. I was fully proud as she reached down and touch herself with her free hand, something she doesn’t normally do. The desire and freedom of our bed emancipated her to pursue her own fortune. Her breath quickened, but she was still so far behind me in the climb to climax.
We lay side by side, my hands guiding and squeezing her hand up and down, and her other hand complimenting the whole experience on herself. The more I whispered exactly how her touch felt to me, the more my breath quickened, her body seemed to respond. She loved hearing these details, and I now also loosen my grip on her bouncing hand, as she is a quick learner, squeezing and working me with expert efficiency. My hands being free, one slowly found its home on her breast. This instantly has an effect on her, as the next breath from her was a moan much too loud for our private preferences. That didn’t stop her next breath from expelling another moan, and another, and another.
She had us in sync. We raced toward the finish, as she controlled both our bodies, pulling back the reigns slightly. She sensed the perfect moment to give my titanium hard cock an unbridled thrashing that would push me over the edge. She sped up her strokes and did not let up after a moment as she had been doing, she kept the pace up and my body reacted by bucking my hips into her hand. An amazing last few seconds of building, and I was exploding. I shook as every muscle in my body flexed hard. Within only a couple seconds of witnessing my climax start, her body fired off. Short, hard breaths shared between us as our bodies danced internally and twitched externally. Lisa’s moans never broke out into more than a low quiet voice, but I was surprised she allowed herself to even get that loud. Our bed, solid and quiet, absorbed our physical orgasms, as a black hole would. We were safe, Kate was non the wiser, right? We whisper laughed quietly at how our passion surprised us but were soon asleep, too tired to enjoy the afterglow more than a few minutes.
The next morning, did Kate smile slyly when we said good morning? Who knows, it probably came up between them, or still will one day. We were able to enjoy each other fully the next day, but that night might become be more memorable than most for years to come.
Edit: Spelling
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