The handjob from Haven [M18/F18 con vanilla]

Haven was the ‘new girl’ in our small sleepy town.

Her family was poor and lived two houses down in a trailer near our church.

If we were the good church going kids, she was the antithesis of that.

She had a smoking body and knew it. She was nothing but trouble.

In the summer, she would lay on her front porch, scantily clad in a bikini for all of our town to see.

The few times she came to our church she dressed in a way that made the men and a few women blush.

My senior year, I tried to hit on her, but I had never even kissed a girl at this point in my life. Every time she said hi, I would get too choked up to say anything to her.

My family was by no means rich, which meant that we rode the bus every day of our life until we graduated.

As a senior, I sat in the back of the bus. Not because I was cool, but because I wanted to be left alone by everyone.

The hot summer day [M42/F41 con cheat]

It’s a hot summer afternoon in the south. The kind where the humidity makes your clothes stick to you like honey on a biscuit.

I arrived at my best friends house to hangout and drink beers when I saw her in the flower garden by the front porch on all fours struggling to pull up weeds from the flower bed.

My heart was already racing, pounding just thinking about how bad I wanted to be inside her warm wet pussy.

With her sandy blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was wearing a white cotton tank top with a sports bra that accentuated her small cleavage.

Her wide hips and milky white thighs were wrapped in a small fitting pair of umbro shorts. They were black and trimmed with white. The logo was almost faded and gone from all of the years she’s worn them since college.

As I walked towards her, her whole body was covered in sweat as she sat on her hands and knees weeding.

All I could focus on where her hips and the tightest mound that sat sandwiched in between them.

The pool party [M42/F41] [con cheat]

We had all been working on cleaning the house getting it ready to go on the market. It was hot that day and the sun had been beating down relentlessly on us.

My best friend and his wife were there to help us with all of the work. I was exhausted and decided to make a pitcher of margaritas and go sit in the pool to cool off for a while.

Everyone else was inside finishing up and were going to join us outside.

My friend’s wife walked outside in her red two piece bikini. At 5’4″ with sandy blonde hair and a bubbly personality, she’s hard to ignore.

We’ve all known each other from college. 20 years is a long time to know someone and never think about them in “that” way, but today was different.

Normally much more conservative about her looks, I could tell she was self conscious about her two piece. After their first kid, she wasn’t as risky as she use to be. I politely complimented, which eased things up.

She joined me in the pool while Bob Marley was on the radio.