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Caught in the Pool
It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday and I had worked several hours to clean up our swimming pool after a spring thunderstorm. First I had to brush the pool sides and bottom, sweeping the twigs, leaves and other junk to the deep end so I could vacuum it out. Then I took the filter apart to clean each cartridge with a high pressure hose. Once I had the water looking good I set about cleaning up the deck around the pool. A leaf blower made that fairly easy, but I had to do it carefully so I wouldn’t blow more junk into the water. The last step was to reverse the leaf blower and use it like a vacuum cleaner to suck all the trash into an attached canvas bag.
Dumping the bag and putting my tools away only took a minute and then I was able to take advantage of all my hard work. I stripped naked and dove into the water. My wife, Pamela, and I live in the middle of seven-plus wooded acres so I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing anything they shouldn’t. Our house and pool are not visible from the road or from other houses, and skinny dipping is normal for us. In some years the calendar is well into July or August before we have visitors and one of my swimsuits gets wet. I absolutely love it.
I was tired and hot from my work, so I just sat in the shallow end and waited until I cooled off a little. Then I hopped out of the water and set about arranging the deck furniture. That only took a few minutes and then I dove in again. I like to train my body for all the snorkeling I do when we go to the ocean, so I spent several minutes holding my breath and swimming laps underwater.
I would have enjoyed the pool more if my wife had been there to skinny dip with me, but she was putting in some extra time at work to beat a looming deadline. That’s what I thought, anyway. When I came up for air I looked over and saw her sitting at the table – and she wasn’t alone. Stephanie, one of my wife’s co-workers, was sitting next to her. They were both watching my every move.
“Hi, Mark,” Stephanie said with a beaming grin.
“Hello, Stephanie.”
“How’s the water?” my wife deadpanned.
“Perfect,” I replied as I took stock of the situation. My wife had obviously been home long enough to change clothes, since she wasn’t wearing what she had on when she left that morning. She had changed into a green t-shirt dress that she often used as a swimsuit cover. Stephanie was wearing what she usually wore when she came to visit us: a t-shirt and a pair of knee-length basketball shorts. I looked around the deck area for something with which to cover myself, but there was nothing. My work clothes were not where I had left them and all the towels were still in the storage closet. “Sorry about this, but I didn’t hear you drive in.”
“You were using the leaf blower when we got here,” Pamela told me. “It was noisy so we just stayed in the kitchen. And then you got naked!”
“We watched your show from inside,” Stephanie laughed. “I told Pam I thought you looked pretty good, so she suggested we come out here for a better view.”
“So, how about giving us a closer look?” said my wife, obviously delighted by my embarrassment. “We want the Full Monty.”
“How nice,” I grumbled.
I stayed in the water and talked with them for a while, keeping close to the wall of the pool so all they could see of me was my head and shoulders. I practically begged for a towel or any sort of clothing, but it was all in vain. Pamela and Stephanie knew I had to get out of the pool eventually and they were waiting patiently for the show. I was embarrassed but also excited that both my sexy wife and her attractive co-worker wanted to see me completely exposed.
They had me and they knew it, so I stroked my cock a few times to make sure it was big. Giving them what they wanted, I made no effort to hurry or cover myself as I climbed the steps out of the pool, giving them a good look at my bare ass. Then I turned and walked straight towards them, ten steps that seemed like a hundred.
“Very nice, Mark,” Stephanie said in a slow drawl. “I’d say you’ve been working out, huh?”
“Uh, yeah,” I mumbled before I turned to address my wife. “Okay, show’s over. Can I have my clothes back now?”
“What do you think, Stephanie?” said Pamela. “Should we give them back to him?”
I felt like a mannequin on display in a store window. Stephanie looked me up and down, taking her time. I remembered how I had looked at her a few months earlier when I saw her in a pair of very short running shorts, and I wondered if she thought I had stared too long. Her gaze lingered on my growing cock for a long moment before she spoke.
“Nah, I don’t think so,” she finally said. “I like things just the way they are.”
“You’re clothes are kind of dirty anyway, Mark,” Pamela told me. “So why don’t you pull up a chair?”
I weighed my options. Pamela or Stephanie had obviously taken my clothes and trying anything physical to get them back was just going to cause me even more embarrassment, especially if I lost. They were both very fit women who would not give up easily. I decided to sit on one of the deck chairs, pulling myself close to the table to hide as much as possible. I also decided not to beg because that might egg them on even more. I have read too many stories where someone promises to “do anything” and things usually just get worse. It was better to let the situation play itself out and hope for the best.
Meanwhile, Pamela and Stephanie were watching me, probably trying to stay one step ahead of me.
“It’s locked, Mark,” Pamela said when she saw me eying the door to the house. “They’re all locked.”
“Okay, I don’t mind staying out here a while,” I said. I reached for the pile of mail I had collected earlier and opened up a magazine. After a while, my two tormenters apparently lost interest and began to talk about work. Evidently, letting me get dressed was not very high on their priority list.
“Is it hot out here?” Stephanie asked after a few minutes. “Or is it just me?”
“It’s not just you,” Pamela replied. “This is the warmest it’s been all spring.”
“Why don’t you go for a swim?” I offered. “The water’s nice and cool, and it’s no fun being the only one who’s naked.”
“That’s too bad,” said Pamela. “You’ll just have to get used to it.”
I was going to have to get over being naked around the two of them, at least for a little while. I was ashamed and humiliated by my situation, but also flattered and aroused. Obviously there was no way they could have anticipated these circumstances. They might have had a few minutes to make a plan before they came outside, but they had improvised fairly well. Given their advantage of numbers, and clothes, I had to accept the idea of them being in charge.
I couldn’t concentrate on the magazine so I got up and jumped back into the pool. When I came up for air I saw Pamela and Stephanie peeling off their clothes. My hopes for a skin show were dashed when I saw they were wearing swimsuits, but they were nice ones. Pamela was wearing a red and brown bikini that I had seen many times. I liked it because her nipples always stood out under the thin fabric of the top. Stephanie had once boasted of not owning any kind of swimsuit other than thong bikinis, and she didn’t disappoint me. Her blue string bikini top and thong bottom left very little to the imagination. Only the cool water kept me from getting an immediate erection as they joined me in the pool. We raced a few laps, played keep-away with a rubber ball, and wrestled over control of an inflatable float. I tried to “accidently” pull off their bikini tops a couple of times, but I was met by icy stares and a level of resistance that told me it wasn’t going to happen. I did manage to cop a feel of Stephanie’s ass a couple of times, but I felt her hands on my butt and my cock even more.
After a while I went under water so I could come up under the float and try to dump Stephanie. I managed to turn her over but she clung to the float and resisted my efforts to take it from her. We wrestled and laughed for a minute or two with neither of us gaining an advantage. Meanwhile, Pamela had gotten out of the pool and retrieved a towel from the storage closet. Stephanie gave up on wrestling over the pool float and let me have it so she could follow Pamela out of the pool. I figured our pool play was over for a little while, so I climbed onto the float and lay on my back, no longer concerned that my cock and balls were fully exposed.
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It wasn’t until I stopped moving, and thus squeaking my skin against the vinyl float, that I heard voices and realized that Pamela and Stephanie were not the only ones on the deck. They had been joined by two brunettes. I didn’t recognize the women, but Pamela and Stephanie apparently did. The four of them were lined up beside to pool so they could all get a good look at me. I must have missed the sound of their car coming up our long driveway when I was horsing around with Stephanie. I rolled over into the water and used the float to shield my nakedness.
“It’s too late, Mark,” Stephanie announced. “They already took pictures.”
I looked at the newcomers and saw that one of them did indeed have a small digital camera in her hand. Most of those things have a zoom lens, so it was likely the pictures had captured me in all my glorious naked detail.
“Come here, Mark,” said Pamela. “Our friends want to meet you.”
I thought about it for a second and then waded toward the steps, pushing the float in front of me. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but my strongest urge was to run away and hide. They had me surrounded, however, and all I could do was go with the flow. I climbed out of the pool, still clutching the float and keeping it between me and the two newcomers.
“Mark, this is Jamie and Jordan,” said my wife.
“Nice to meet you,” one of them said as they both extended their hands. (I wasn’t sure which one was which.)
I didn’t know what else to do so I put out my right hand while I still clutched the float with my left.
“They’re joining us for a little party,” Pamela told me as the strangers shook my hand.
The newcomers looked at me and smiled. One of them seemed more timid than the other, but I could relate to that. I was unsure of myself in front of them and I avoided looking at them. Pamela told me their names again and I did my best to act natural. The younger one was Jordan and the older one, the one with the camera, was Jamie. Both were lean brunettes and were well above average in the looks department. I learned that they had been working with my wife and Stephanie earlier in the day and had accepted Pamela’s invitation to spend an afternoon in the country.
“But that was before I knew my husband would be putting on a skin show,” Pamela said to them as she concluded the explanations. “I hope you’re okay with it, though.”
“We were surprised, of course,” said Jamie. “In fact, I was afraid Jordan might run back out to the car.”
“I didn’t want to intrude,” Jordan said a bit coyly. She was obviously embarrassed and was blushing as she spoke. “I’ve never seen anything like this. I hope you don’t mind that we stayed to watch.”
“No problem,” Pamela replied. “In fact, the more the merrier, right, Mark?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said.
There was an awkward moment of silence while they looked at me until Stephanie diffused the situation by asking Jamie to take a picture of me with Pamela and herself.
Jamie agreed but I objected. Pamela ignored my protests and gently took the pool float from me. Everything I had, including my growing cock, was now out in the open. Pamela and Stephanie then lined up with beside the pool me, positioning me so that I was in the middle. They turned sideways a little so they could each pose with one hand on my cock while they waved at the camera with the other.
Two can play that game, I thought to myself.
I put my arms around them and slid my hands down until I had two handfuls of butt cheeks. They weren’t expecting that, and they made me pay for it with more pictures. Pamela took a turn behind the camera as I posed with Jamie and Jordan, and then I posed with each of the four women individually. The session ended with them setting the camera on the table and using the camera’s timer so all four of them could be in the pictures with me.
The photo shoot ended and I now faced the prospect of being in the company of four women while I was not only still naked, but also with a raging hard on. Not that I minded. In fact I wanted Jamie and Jordan to put on swimsuits so I could check out their bodies. Just the opposite happened, however. Pamela put her dress back on while Stephanie wrapped herself in a big beach towel.
“Come, have a seat,” Pamela said, urging everyone to the table. “We have plenty of beer and wine.”
I momentarily forgot about my nudity as I fetched an extra chair so the five of us could sit together. I tried to get next to my wife for a little bit of security, but I wound up between Stephanie and Jamie. They were about the same age, I now noticed, and I wondered how long they had known each other.
“This is fun,” Stephanie said. “I’ve always wanted a naked man at my side.”
“Well, you’ve got me here,” I responded. “What are you going to do with me now?”
It was Jamie who spoke up, interrupting any reply from Stephanie.
“We watched the three of you cavorting in the pool for a while before we came outside,” she said to Pamela. “Do you do this sort of thing a lot?”
“No,” Pamela replied. “But there’s a first time for everything.”
“What did you think?” Stephanie asked, taking control of the conversation. “Did you enjoy the show? Did we excite you?”
“Yes,” Jamie said with a grin as she glanced at Jordan. “We certainly did enjoy it.”
“I’ve heard about this sort of thing,” Jordan added, “but I’d never been to one.”
“One what?” Stephanie asked.
“A party for women where there’s a naked man,” Jordan replied. “But I kind of like it.”
“Haven’t you ever been to a bachelorette party?” Pamela asked. “Or gone to one of those male strip joints?”
“We had a stripper for my sister’s bachelorette party,” Jordan said, “but he kept his g-string on.”
“Well, when you get married we’ll make sure to get one who goes all the way for your bachelorette party,” Stephanie told her. “Some things should just be done right. If a stripper doesn’t strip then he’s just a dancer.”
“Here, here!” Jamie agreed.
“Maybe Mark will do it,” Pamela offered. “What do you think about that?”
“I, uh… sure,” I stammered. “If the pay is good, I suppose. I don’t come cheap, but I’d certainly consider any offer over thousand dollars.”
“Like that’ll ever happen,” Stephanie laughed.
“Don’t forget about the pictures,” Jamie interjected. “We can use them to blackmail you.”
That certainly pressed my panic button. Stephanie and my wife had an extensive network of friends and I was worried about who might eventually see the pictures. But another part of me was thrilled beyond belief that I was naked in front of my wife and her friends. I was more aroused than I had been in years, and although I was definitely embarrassed and even somewhat humiliated, I wanted to experience more. It was very confusing.
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While I was brooding over my situation, Stephanie suggested we move our little party inside.
“The cooler’s just about empty,” she declared.
“We also need to go over our presentation,” Pamela added. “And the bugs will be out before long.”
Stephanie gathered her clothes and slipped into the house ahead of the rest of us. Jamie and Jordan collected the empty bottles while Pamela picked up the towels and the mail. That left the cooler for me to carry into the house.
“Are you okay with this?” Pamela asked when we lagged behind the others for a moment.
“I’m fine,” I told her. I was pretty sure she expected me to remain naked, but when we got to the kitchen I decided to make a play for my modesty. “I’ll just run upstairs and get dressed. This little game has gone on long enough.”
“Oh, no you don’t,” said Pamela. “What do you say, Stephanie?”
“I vote Mark should stay nude,” Stephanie replied. I noted with disappointment that she had gotten dressed, trading her thong bikini for her t-shirt and basketball shorts. “After all, he hasn’t got anything we haven’t seen already today.”
“Jamie? Jordan?” Pamela said, addressing the others.
“Naked,” Jordan agreed. “It’s more fun.”
“Skin City,” Jamie said. “Definitely.”
I felt my erection returning as the four women looked on. Out by the pool I was frequently nude, but the inside of our house with its polished wood and leather furniture was much more formal. The addition of four fully-clothed women to the setting made me feel much more naked than I had for the previous hour. I wondered what was going to happen next and how it was all going to end.
“We’re going to make ourselves comfortable in the den,” Pamela said to me. “You can make yourself useful by bringing us all a drink.”
I took their drink orders and went to the kitchen for three glasses of wine and a beer. I couldn’t carry it all at once and the women enjoyed themselves as I made two trips, since it gave them more chances to ogle my naked body. I made another trip to the kitchen to fix a drink for myself and when I reentered the den Stephanie and my wife were recounting the events of the day, explaining in detail to Jamie and Jordan how I had come to be naked. They giggled as Stephanie and Pamela related how they had watched me strip down, swim, move the deck furniture and then swim some more.
“We grabbed his clothes when he was swimming underwater,” Pamela concluded. “Then we sat at the table and waited for him to notice us.”
“He actually came up for air twice and didn’t see us,” Stephanie said. “I got a good long look at him.”
“Lucky you,” Jamie replied. “But now we can all have fun.”
“Sit down with us, Mark,” Stephanie said. “Jamie and Jordan have been helping your wife and me with our project at work, and we thought we’d invite them over to celebrate now that we’re finished.”
“Pam tells us you do most of her computer work for her,” Jamie said to me. “It’s nice to know that you’re not just a naked hunk. You’re a naked hunk with some brains.”
“Thanks, I guess,” I said. “Just as long as you know I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Yeah, sure,” Stephanie said teasingly. “I happen to know you’ve done a striptease or two in your lifetime. Pam showed me the pictures.”
“That was for an audience of one,” I objected, looking to my wife for support. “It was foreplay.”
“He’s right,” Pamela said with a smile. “He did strip for me a couple of times before we were married and he’s done it a few times since then, usually on Valentine’s Day or our anniversary. But this is the first time for anything like this.”
“Well, be sure to invite me if you ever do it again,” Jamie said. She was looking at me intently when she said it and I knew she was serious.
“Me, too,” Jordan laughed. “And I’ll want to invite all my friends!”
Everyone had a good laugh at that and I hoped that she, at least, was not being serious. I took a big sip of my drink and began to get more and more relaxed as the conversation started to pick up. The women talked about work and I was glad that for a while I was not the center of attention. I went for another round of drinks while Pamela went to change clothes. When she came back downstairs she summoned me to the kitchen to help prepare some food.
I wanted to rip off her clothes and jump her bones right there, party or no party, but I managed to control myself. Instead I helped her set up a buffet line in the kitchen. Pamela took care of the lettuce and tomato while I shredded cheese and cooked up some taco meat. Then I stood to one side as the four women filled their plates and settled into chairs around our dining room table. There was only room for four chairs, so my job was to fetch and carry whenever anyone wanted anything. In the meantime I sat on one of our bar stools, well above the level of the dining table where the women could look at me if they wanted to.
“This is by far my favorite meal in a long time,” Stephanie exclaimed. “I love taco salad, and the fact that the waiter is naked just makes it so much better.”
That and similar comments left no doubt in my mind that they enjoyed the situation – a lot.
“Let’s look at the pictures,” Jamie said to the others after dinner was finished and we had finished cleaning up the kitchen. They went to the den where she took a cable from her camera case and connected her camera to our TV. I followed along and stood behind them as Jamie worked the camera buttons.
“Look at that!” Jordan exclaimed as my nude form appeared on the big screen.
“Oh, yeah,” Stephanie said with a big grin on her face. “Nothing’s left to the imagination, is it?”
There were at least fifty pictures and it took fifteen or twenty minutes for them to look at them all. Jamie and Jordan had obviously taken several pictures before Pamela, Stephanie or I knew they were there, because the first series of pictures showed us wrestling over the pool float. I started to get hard as I looked at an image of Stephanie’s thong-clad butt on the TV screen, and I was soon very fully erect. Without really being aware of it, I began to stroke myself.
All the women eventually noticed what I was doing, but I wasn’t aware of their attention until the last of the group photos was displayed on the TV.
“Are you going to masturbate for us now, Mark?” my wife asked with just a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
“I, uh…”
“You might as well,” she added. “I’d say you’re almost done anyway.”
“Yeah, jack off for us,” Stephanie she said as she moved closer to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Go ahead.”
“You want to,” said Jordan. “And we want you to.”
“But take your time,” said Jamie. “Make it last as long as you can.”
I hesitated and looked at Pamela. It really surprised me when she merely nodded her head, indicating that I should do it. I was incredibly sensitive after so much physical and mental stimulation and I had to switch to just using my fingertips to stroke myself. Powerful feelings began coursing through my body. I was standing in the middle of the den and there wasn’t anything within reach to hold onto or lean against. I was afraid I might lose my balance and fall, but Stephanie recognized what was happening and moved even closer, allowing me to put my left arm on her shoulder.
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I was aware of her hand on my butt and then a moment later I could feel two hands back there. I wasn’t sure who the second hand belonged to as I began to develop tunnel vision. I was vaguely aware of other hands on my thighs and my chest, sending me into sensory overload.
“He’s almost there,” I heard someone say. “He can’t hold out much longer.
“Come for us, Mark,” another of them said. “Shoot your load.”
I leaned against Stephanie as I continued to stroke my erection in full view of the four women. Perhaps that should have bothered my conscience, but all I cared about was the glorious feelings I was experiencing. In reality the women were dressed and standing around me, but in my mind’s eye they were kneeling in front of me, nude.
And then I started to shoot. It was the longest and most forceful orgasm of recent memory.
“Wow!” Jamie exclaimed. “He’s coming like a horny teenager!”
She was right. I spurted four times, each more powerful than the one before. And then, after a long moment, I spurted twice more. My legs started to give out from under me and I realized that Stephanie and my wife were actually holding me upright.
“I guess it was good for you, huh, Mark?” Stephanie laughed as I regained my sense of balance.
“Yeah,” I managed as I tried to catch my breath. “Incredible.”
“Good show, Mark,” my wife said.
As my breathing returned to normal and I came down from the afterglow of my orgasm, I became increasingly embarrassed. I was still naked in front of my wife and her three friends, and a huge load of cum was all over the floor of the den. I hurried to the kitchen and came back with a roll of paper towels. The women were talking as I sopped up cum from the carpet. I was afraid they might be making fun of me but they were talking about their project, agreeing on a few details for the presentation they had to give next week. That took about fifteen minutes and then it became apparent that they had run out of things to talk about. The situation became increasingly awkward with a naked man in the room, and after some idle chitchat they started making comments about how it was time for them to be heading home.
Pamela led the others out the front door and down the stone walkway to their cars. I followed them, mostly to make sure they were really leaving. The women hugged each other as they said their goodbyes, while I stood out of the way. Jamie and Jordan each shook my hand before they got in their car, but Stephanie gave me a tight hug before she got into hers. My wife and I then stood together and, without saying a word, watched as they drove away.
Not knowing what to say next, I hugged my wife and kissed her. The kiss served the purpose of keeping her from saying anything sarcastic, but I also knew I had to have her soon. The kiss was a long one and it became more passionate. I pulled up her dress until I could put my right hand in her panties and feel her ass. Feeling the space between her ass cheeks is something I never tire of, and I know she likes me to do it. I moved my other hand up her back, planning to remove her bra, but I discovered that she wasn’t wearing one.
The kissing and the fondling had the desired effect and I led her back inside the house and to our bedroom. I pushed her onto the bed, grabbed her hips and slowly pulled down her panties while kissing the insides of her thighs. I moved my hands and mouth back up as she pulled her dress over her head. At long last there was more than one naked person in the house.
Pamela reclined against the pillows and I kissed my way slowly downwards. I explored her lips with two fingers, easing them open to allow my tongue access to her pussy and her clit. My wife loves sex but getting her ready always takes a long time. Keeping my tongue on her pussy, I eased her legs over my shoulders. Her fabulous legs are two of the reasons I was first attracted to her and I love the feel of her thighs against my neck and the sides of my head. And I like the idea of it even more.
I leaned back and pulled her down the bed until I was able to rest my knees on the floor. Once I no longer had to strain my back and neck I was able to fully concentrate on the task at hand, or tongue. Pamela rested on her back, playing with her nipples, as I used my tongue to write each letter of the alphabet on her pussy. When I felt her getting wetter and closer to orgasm I switched to a more direct flicking of the tip of my tongue on her clitoris. She tensed her body and let out a soft squeal as I continued to pleasure her with my tongue. I reached up for her hand, squeezing gently when I found it. Moments later she squealed again and her whole body went rigid.
Her hands slid to my forehead and she held me back. I knew her clit was too sensitive for any stimulation at this point, and I was content to wait for her. She was ready for more after a minute or so, and this time her orgasm came much more quickly. She thrashed the bed covers with her arms and legs while I kept my tongue pressed softly against her clit. She signaled for me to continue and I brought her off twice more in rapid succession.
Keeping my fingers on her pussy for some soft stimulation, I moved up on the bed and then worked the shaft of my hard cock against her clit. She came again quickly, and then I entered her. Her orgasms were almost continuous as I fucked her, harder and longer than I had in many years. What had happened that day had rekindled a fire, or flipped on a switch in my brain, and brought to life the sexual beast that was inside me. My own climax, when it happened at long last, wasn’t as intense as when I had jacked off earlier, but it lasted much longer.
Finally, completely spent, I rolled off of her and onto my back.
“That was the best,” my wife whispered as she snuggled up beside me and wrapped her hand around my penis. “I’m going to have to show you off again sometime.”
The End
A Private Party
Jenna slid the vibrator deep in her sopping wet pussy and turned it on.
“Fuck! The goddam battery is dead!” she yelled.
Disgusted with the useless toy, she yanked it out, spit on it and flung it into the corner. The sounds of Hank’s birthday party floated into the room. Jenna closed her eyes and waited for her aching body to calm down. Her fingers played with her still slick pussy. Moaning as the tension built once more, she didn’t hear me the door open.
The scent of sex filled the small room. Jenna twisted on the bed as she played with her naked body. I felt the throbbing in my cock as she rammed her fingers in her pussy. I laid my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming as I touched her pussy. My middle finger buried itself in the hot folds of her cunt. Right away, she spread her legs wider for me just as I knew she would. Her blue eyes sparkled when she saw who was touching her. She grinned and moved my hand from her mouth to one of her nipples.
“That’s it, Joe, just like that. Oh, god, I’m so horny,” she admitted.
Her fingers played with my cock through my jeans until that wasn’t enough. I heard the zipper slide down and thrust my hips closer. Jenna might be Hank’s girlfriend, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t thought of fucking her before. She was one hot woman.
“Closer, Joe,” she said. “Let me see what you’ve got for me in there.”
Cool air hit my skin as she freed my swollen cock. Rocking on my heels, I shoved it against her palm, reveling in the feel. I moved closer until the head of my cock touched her lips.
“Suck it, Jenna,” I demanded. “Suck me off.”
Changing positions, Jenna kneeled on the bed, her hot mouth opening wide. I watched her tongue snake out and groaned. It wouldn’t take long and I knew I’d be exploding my load down her throat. The things her hot mouth was doing to my cock made me remember the night Hank told me how good Jenna sucked. The way he described it made my cock throb while I imagined her doing that to me sometime.
“Jenna? Are you in here?” Sally called out as she walked into the bedroom.
The sounds of the party were louder with the door open. Hank was thirty and all our friends showed up. I knew Hank was well on his way to passing out soon. People yelled and danced in the rest of the house. Several people were on the deck and backyard.
Glancing at the intruder, I saw Sally, Jenna’s best friend. I knew they did everything together. Pulling out of Jenna’s mouth, I turned to Sally, my hand cupping my balls.
“Come on in, Sally. We’re having our own party right here,” I snickered. “Want some of the fun for yourself?”
Jenna laid her hand on my ass and laughed. “There’s plenty to share, Sally.”
I had checked out Sally before. She was chunky with big, nice looking tits. Whenever I looked, her nipples were poking through her clothes, begging to be touched.
“A private party,” Sally laughed. “I’m in.”
I heard the click as she locked the door. Before she was by the bed, her shirt was off, fingers on the front clasp of her bra, a big smile on her face.
“I think you both need to be as naked as I am,” Jenna said.
While I watched Sally, waiting to see her tits, Jenna worked my jeans lower. Stepping out of them, I never stopped checking out Sally. The second I saw her lush, dark nipples, I felt Jenna’s hands squeeze my balls.
“Think you’re going to get a chance at those?” Jenna asked.
“You know I am,” I laughed.
It didn’t take Sally long to undress all the way. I watched her join Jenna on the bed. Right then it hit me. I was going to fuck both these hot women tonight. The pre-cum dripped out of my cock at that idea.
Jenna lay back on the bed and smiled at Sally. Without saying a word, she began to kiss Jenna, their hands caressing each other. I could see Jenna’s hands molding themselves to the curves of Sally’s breasts. I just stood there as they played with each other. Minutes passed with more kissing, touching and teasing. The way they responded to each other told me this wasn’t a first for them.
The chair in the corner of the room caught my attention. Intrigued at what would happen next, I walked across the room, dragged it over to the bed, and sat down. My cock was still full and stiff so I gently stroked it. Tongues on nipples and fingers in pussies brought more moans. Jenna switched places so she had Sally’s pussy in her face.
“Oh, lord, Jenna,” I muttered. “You two are fucking hot!”
A knock at the door startled me. I looked at Jenna with a question in my eyes. She shook her head and put her finger to her lips.
“I told some of them I had a headache and was going to rest. They won’t think anything of the door being locked,” Jenna told us.
She jumped off the bed and went to the door. Opening it a crack, she spoke a few minutes to whoever was on the other side, then shut it and locked it once more.
“It was my sister, checking how I was feeling,” she said. “I told her I was starting to feel better but needed to lay back down for a bit.”
We all laughed at the face she made as she stood at the door. Jenna worked part-time at a pizza place in town. She always had time to talk to the customers. Now I had to wonder how many of them she’d had sex with before. She sashayed back to the bed, hands on her hips, her black hair falling over her shoulders.
“Now, where was I?” Jenna asked.
“I think you were getting ready to sit on my lap,” I answered.
“You think so, Joe? It seems to me, I was having an appetizer,” she told me.
“I might have to try one myself,” I joked.
Sally leaned on the pillows and squeezed her tits. I watcher her fingers roll over her nipples and felt my cock jerk. Her hand wandered lower, over her plump body, shaping it to her hip and thigh. Each time her hand moved closer to her pussy, she spread her legs more. I was engrossed in watching where her fingers went next and forgot about Jenna for a minute. Most women I’d been with were average size. Sally was showing me how much I was missing in not fucking a heavier woman.
“She’s hot, isn’t she?” Jenna whispered in my ear.
I heard Jenna’s words in my ear and shivered. Her voice was soft and sexy, almost hypnotic even. A brief nod was my answer as I continued to stare at Sally. Jenna moved my hands to the arm of the chair and straddled my legs. Her wet pussy dragged over my thighs as she rubbed her breasts in my face. Clamping my teeth over a tight nipple, I lifted her ass, placing her over my slick cock. As I chewed on the hard nub, I buried my cock deep inside her creamy wetness.
“Joe, oh my god,” Jenna moaned. “Fuck me, Joe.”
Jenna’s chest jiggled in my face as I pounded her pussy. Her muscles tightened on my cock and dragged the skin until I was wild. I closed my eyes as I felt her pussy milk my cock while she bounced up and down. Jenna’s hands dug into my scalp as her orgasm rolled though her body. The heat of her juices pushed me over and I blasted my load against her walls.
Sally’s lips touched my neck as I shuddered. Her nails scraped over my shoulders and down my arms. It added to the intensity as I continued to shoot hot streams of cum in Jenna. I swallowed Jenna’s whimpers of ecstasy as Sally squeezed her nipples. Satiated for the moment, I tried to slow my breathing, both women touching my body.
“No fair,” Sally teased.
“All yours, girlfriend,” Jenna said as she slid off my lap. “I’m sure it won’t take you long to get him ready.”
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The girls giggled and wrapped their arms around each other. The playfulness changed as they rammed their tongues down each other’s throats. Sally gripped Jenna’s ass and yanked her closer. They pulled apart enough for Sally to look my way.
“I’ve seen you look at my chest before, Joe,” she told me. “Sometimes after you did, I would masturbate, thinking of letting you watch.”
“You enjoyed it, I’m sure,” I said.
“Jenna, where’s the vibe? I want to show Joe what I imagined him doing to me.”
“Crap, Sally, it’s got a damn dead battery. I tried using it before Joe came in but it wouldn’t work,” Jenna explained.
“I bet we wore it out last week,” Sally teased.
“That was the afternoon we planned Hank’s party menu,” Jenna said. “Remember he came home early and almost caught us?”
“I was going to let him join us, but you said no, you wanted him to yourself,” Sally went on.
“He’s got a huge cock, Joe, and I want it all for me,” Jenna said to me.
“What’s this? I’m not small, Jenna. You were plenty happy with it a few minutes ago,” I replied.
“Oh, Joe, I didn’t mean that. Your cock is really nice, honest,” Jenna stated.
I stroked my limp cock and felt it stirring once more. Sally eyed it and crooked her finger at me. Jenna talking about Hank’s cock being big had hit a nerve. I was just under seven inches, but I had seen Hank’s, and he was closer to nine. Fucking Sally after I had fucked Jenna should prove that size wasn’t everything.
Sally held her pudgy arms out to me. Seeing her big breasts spread out over her chest was sexy. I went to her and immediately shoved my face into them. The next several minutes I feasted on her big nipples. Sally held my head to her as she arched her back into me. I tasted her skin until my balls were full and heavy again. She pushed me back a bit and repositioned. Her mouth closed over one of my balls seconds later.
“Fuck, Sally,” I wailed. “That’s amazing.”
I buried my tongue into her pussy as she played with my balls and sac. Her thighs clamped together on my head. My mind went blank with all the sensations she sent through my body. I spread her thick pussy lips further apart and sank a finger inside in place of my tongue. Sally had my sac in her mouth, driving me crazy, when I felt my cock surrounded by heat. Hot cum spewed out from the touch as Sally drenched my face with her juices.
Falling back on the bed, Sally covered her face, her chest heaving as she tried to recover. Lying next to her, I closed my eyes, my chin covered in cum. The bed dipped and Jenna flopped down next to me. Music blared from the living room as the party went on. At least no one heard us, I thought to myself with a grin. Jenna giggled after a while so I sat up. She already had tears in her eyes as she pointed to the corner.
“Good place for it,” she said to us.
“Jenna, what are you talking about?” Sally asked as she rolled over.
“I’m talking about the vibrator, Sally. It’s laying there in the corner, dead, worthless,” Jenna choked out.
That hit all three of us as hilarious and we broke out in laughter. The women fell together on the bed and roared. I took that opportunity to get up and dress. Hank was my buddy, and I didn’t want him to catch me with his girlfriend, especially after fucking her.
“Well, ladies, it’s been a hell of a party here, but I’d better get back to the other one before someone discovers I’m here,” I said.
“I’ll walk you to the door,” Jenna giggled. “After all, I am the hostess.”
She winked at me as she spoke. At the door, she opened it a crack to be sure no one was in the hallway, then pushed me out and locked the door again. I wondered what the two women would do in the bedroom alone. Slipping into the living room unnoticed was easy. I joined the crowd as if I’d been there all night.
About an hour later, I ran into Sally while I was getting another beer, and winked. She turned and wiggled her ass at me as she joined a group of friends on the deck. I noticed Jenna filling a plate at the enormous table of foods. Hank walked up behind her and cupped her ass as he spoke into her ear. She blushed as he kissed her. I let out the breath I had been holding and grabbed another drink.
People came and went the entire night. About two in the morning, with the last of the presents opened, the crowd began to thin out. The designated drivers kept busy driving the others home. I sat on the sofa and looked at all my friends still there. The events of the night had me thinking. What did I really know about them?
“Mind if I join you?” a petite redhead asked me. “I’m Karen, Jenna’s sister.”
“Hello, Karen. I’m Joe, Hank’s buddy,” I introduced myself. “Have a seat.”
“Have you known Hank very long?” Karen wondered.
“Hank and I went to high school together. He’s one of the few that’s still in town,” I explained.
“Do you have a girlfriend here?” she went on.
“No girlfriend right now,” I answered.
“I’m worried about Jenna,” Karen whispered.
“Worried? Why?” I inquired. “She and Hank make a great couple and seem very happy.”
Karen leaned in closer and began to talk about her sister. Apparently, Karen had noticed Hank talking to a few of the other women at the party. Several of them had kissed him during the evening. I reminded her it was Hank’s birthday after all. Kissing was a part of the fun. I’d never seen Hank with another woman since he began dating Jenna and told Karen that. She got up and left after I reassured her things were fine between Jenna and Hank.
Several of us decided to go for breakfast close to morning. The local I-Hop was open twenty-four hours a day so we jumped in a couple of cars and took off. I found myself sandwiched between Jenna and Karen in the backseat of an old Buick LeSabre. The drive usually didn’t take long but we had to wait for a train first. Hank was in someone’s mini-van with the rest of the group.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Jenna. I was worried when you had a headache earlier,” Karen told her.
Jenna leaned over my lap to talk to her sister. I felt her hand on my thigh and remembered where she had touched me before. Soon she was almost lying across me as the two laughed together. Her fingers slowly ran over my cock through my jeans until I was hard as a rock. The train was gone and a few minutes later, we pulled up in the restaurant parking lot, right next to the others.
“We’re here!” Jenna yelled.
Everyone was spilling out of the mini-van and Buick as I just sat there. Now what was I supposed to do with a raging hard-on and no way to cover it, I asked myself. Karen and I were the last two in the car when she turned to me.
“Are you coming in?” Karen asked.
“Yeah, I’m coming in,” I sighed. “I’m going to get some fresh air first.”
“Are you alright? I can stay with you if you need me to,” Karen offered.
“A bit too much beer is all. Give me a few minutes, okay?” I replied.
She ran to catch up with the rest of the group as I sat on the edge of the seat. I felt the cool air touching my heated skin and relaxed a bit. By thinking of anything but sex, I managed to control myself, and soon joined the others.
“Hey, Joe, I saved you a seat,” Hank called out.
I nodded and made my way to the chair he had left vacant for me. Our group was one of only a few in the restaurant that early in the morning. The server took orders and brought more coffee as we waited for our food. Talk was on work, families, houses and vacations, and of course birthdays. I joined in the laughter and conversations flowing around me. When our food arrived, we dug in, all a bit quieter as we ate.
Jenna suggested we all sing Happy Birthday to Hank once more before anyone left. He stood and bowed as we clapped and hooted. Everyone had a great time. When it was time to drive back to Hank’s house, I made sure I wasn’t anywhere near Jenna. I didn’t think I could stand more of her teasing. With breakfast over, the rest of the crowd went home, leaving just Hank, Jenna and me.
“That was a hell of a party, Joe. Thanks for helping tonight,” Hank said.
“I didn’t do much, Hank,” I replied. “Glad you had a good time, buddy.”
“Don’t be so modest. I know you took care of Jenna for me,” he continued. “She told me all about it.”
“She did?” I managed to get out.
“Of course she did. We tell each other everything,” he winked at Jenna as he spoke.
I tried to get my brain to work. My mouth was so dry I couldn’t speak. Hank was so casual talking about his girlfriend and me having sex. I kept quiet as I waited for him to go on.
“I knew she had a headache and went to lie down. She didn’t tell me until just now that you helped her clean up after she vomited,” Hank explained.
“What are friends for?” I shrugged.
Jenna stood a bit behind Hank and gave me thumbs up. Hank walked closer and shook my hand. I felt bad for lying to him, yet the evening had been incredible, in so many ways.
“Happy Birthday, Hank,” I grinned.
“Oh, it’s going to get better, Joe,” Hank grinned.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“Jenna went to take a shower. She’s getting herself dolled up for a special gift,” Hank whispered.
“I can almost imagine,” I mumbled.
“She wouldn’t tell me exactly what it was. Just said something about how much I would love it,” Hank replied with a laugh. “She’s quite old-fashioned when it comes to sex, though.”
“I think I’ll take off and leave you two alone,” I told him. “Have fun, Hank.”
With a brief wave, I headed out the door, my mind on what Hank and Jenna were about to do. Someone slipping into his back door caught my eye as I walked to my car. It was Sally. Then it hit me. Hank’s special gift was Sally joining them in bed. I whistled as I realized I had gotten a special gift, too, and it wasn’t even my birthday.
The End
Another Delivery
“Another delivery?” April’s boss asked her with a small smile on her lips. She nodded her head at the vase already full of roses of every color on the corner of April’s tidy desk. “What is that the 7th rose today?”
April picked up the pink rose and stuck it in the opaque glass vase. “It’s the seventeenth.” she mumbled as she slid the card which had been tied around the stem with a red ribbon into her pocket. She patted the others that were already there reassuringly.
“So who is sending these to you?”
“A friend.” April told her boss while she busied herself with the files on her desk, stacking and restacking them. April ducked her head to hide the blush that was creeping up her neck and onto her pale freckled cheeks. She wished fervently for her boss to walk on down the hall; past her desk and let the subject die.
Her boss shrugged her shoulder under the black striped fabric of her business suit and tapped the corner of April’s desk. “Well I suggest you not let this ‘friend’ get away.” She walked away; her black heals clicking smartly on the white linoleum floors. April watched her leave; craning her neck around to make sure nobody else was watching her. She leaned down and pulled her laptop from the top drawer of her desk and after plugging it in set it in front of her. April flipped it open and looked at her reflection in the black screen. Her shoulder length brown hair was pulled back in a loose bun at the back of her neck, the shorter strands falling free of the pins she had placed them in that morning to hang around her ears and face. Her chin was rounded and soft matching her pale pink lips. Her eyes were hidden behind her glasses but April knew they were the usual brown that ran in her family. The image of her biting her lip momentarily lit the screen before the logo of the software company appeared.
April tapped her fingers on her desk as she waited for the computer to fully start. She glanced over at the flowers and smiled slightly. Jake knew she was extremely shy, even to a fault, but that didn’t stop him from doing things like this on occasion. April and Jake had only met once in person, he lived in Ohio, she lived in Georgia. They had met through mutual internet friends and hit it off right away. A year after they had first started talking Jake flew April out to Ohio and she spent a weekend with him. Just thinking about what they had done that weekend made April blush. Her blush faded as she thought about the plans she and Jake had made for him to visit her this week for her birthday. The plans had been canceled when Jake was needed at work.
April reached towards the flowers and ran a silky petal through her fingers; her mind drifting off to the dream she had had of Jake the night before. The screen flashed white and April brought her attention back to it. She moved her fingers over the mouse pad and clicked on the instant message service she and Jake used to communicate.
I hope he’s logged on. April thought to herself as she signed into the program. As soon as she did a message box opened up on the screen.
‘Hello, April.’ it read.
April looked around her again and typed back in the box.
‘Hello, Jake.’
‘Did you get your flowers?’
‘Yes, they are lovely. My boss was asking about them and who I was getting them from.’
‘And what did you tell her?’
‘I told them they were from a friend.’
‘Oh, and here I thought we were more than friends.’
‘We are, I just couldn’t tell her that.’
‘One day I’m going to break you of being so shy, April.’
‘I don’t know how.’
‘Well you weren’t very shy when you came to visit me; we’ll just have to find a way to get the girl who was in my bed to show herself more.’ April blushed and she knew Jake would know she was blushing even though he couldn’t see her. ‘I’ve got some ideas on how to bring her out.’ Jake commented.
‘Maybe we should talk about this later on tonight, after I get home.’ April typed back quickly.
‘As you wish dear; and Happy Birthday to you."
‘Thank you.’
‘You’ll be getting 25 roses today; one for every year you’ve graced this earth.’
April shook her head slightly at Jake, he was such a romantic. Before she could type anything more she noticed her boss beckoning her into her office, tapping the watch on her wrist. April, shocked, realized she was late for her meeting. ‘I’ve got to go, Jake. I’ll talk with you later after my meeting.’
April shut the laptop and picked up folders and notepads from her desk. She tucked her pen behind her ear and slipped on the black leather heals she had knocked off her sore feet.
When she returned to her desk an hour later another rose was sitting on it as well as a small white box with the same red ribbon tied around it in a bow. April picked up the rose and slipped it into the vase with the others after removing the note. She flipped the note over in her fingers and looked at the writing on it; suddenly glad she didn’t just tuck it in her pocket like the rest. The flourished words on it stopped her cold. ‘Take the box into the restroom and open it there, you might want some privacy.’
April looked down at the box now like it contained a bomb. She tucked the note into her pocket with the others, gently picked up the box; it wasn’t heavy at all, and walked with it hurriedly to the bathroom. She chose to use the handicap bathroom so she could lock the door behind her and have complete privacy. April went to the sink and set the box down on the ledge. She tapped her lip with a finger as she paced back and forth a few times. She knew Jake would never do anything to hurt her but sometimes he asked her to do things she wasn’t immediately comfortable with. In the end she always felt wonderful and was thankful that she had done it, but at the beginning she always needed a little bit of encouragement.
Her cell phone rang inside of her pocket. April jumped and her hand flew to it. She flipped it open without looking at the name. “Hello?” she asked, her voice echoing in the small bathroom.
“Just open the box April.” Jake said on the other end of the connection.
“Oh, Jake.” April breathed into the phone. She cleared her throat and continued. “What’s inside of it?”
“You’ll have to open it to find out.” he replied his smooth voice soothing her like nothing else could.
April sighed and held the phone in the crook of her neck. “You know I hate surprises.” she complained as she untied the bow.
Jake chuckled but didn’t say anything else. April pulled the bow off the box and shoved it into her skirt pocket the end of the red ribbon sticking out and fluttering as she moved. April let out a sigh then opened the box. The smell of roses wafted out of it and into her face as she pulled the lid away. Whatever was inside was covered up with thin red tissue paper. April lifted the paper aside and took in a sharp breath, inside was a bra and panty set in a deep beautiful turquoise. “Jake they are beautiful.” she exclaimed as she pulled them out to examine better.
The bra was silk with lace lining the tops of the cups which plunged down in a deep v. Upon closer inspection April learned that the panties were cut in a thong shape and were all lace except for the silk which covered the crotch. “Thank you, Jake.” April said when she was done examining them.
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“Happy birthday April. Why don’t you put them on?”
April’s eyebrows snapped together. “Right now, at work?”
“Why not, you’re in the bathroom aren’t you? All you have to do it slip the others off and put these on.” Jake replied calmly.
April bit her lip then smiled. “Ok, I’m going to put the phone down though while I change.”
“Ok honey.”
April set her phone, still open, on the back of the toilet. She then kicked of her heals and started unbuttoning her pink striped blouse feeling happy that she hadn’t worn a white one that morning. April reached behind her back and unhooked the bra then pulled the shirt off, she hung it on the door handle and removed her simple white bra and let it fall in the sink. She looked at her full breasts in the mirror and cupped them in her hands running her thumbs over her nipples. They felt wonderful not confined by a bra. Her breasts hadn’t developed well until she had turned twenty but now they were a full 34c. She let them go and picked up the turquoise bra. She adjusted the straps before pulling it on and hooking it in the front. April looked at herself in the mirror again and admired the way her breasts filled up the bra cups. Without taking her eyes off of herself she reached behind her and unhooked her blouse from the doorknob. She pulled it on and buttoned it up slowly making sure the turquoise couldn’t be seen under the pink. Next she lifted her left arm up and searched for her skirt zipper. She found it and unzipped her skirt, shimmying out of it and hanging it on the door without letting it touch the ground. April quickly slipped the white cotton panties she had been wearing off and picked up the new ones Jake had sent her. She caught a quick look at her shaved pussy before she pulled the thong up her smooth legs. She adjusted it and half turned in the mirror to see her ass, then quickly pulled her skirt back on, tucking her shirt in before zipping it up. She smoothed out her hair and clothes then put the underwear she had been wearing back into the box.
April reached for her phone and shivered at how the new fabric moved against her skin. “Ok, I put them on. Jake they are lovely. Where did you get them?”
Jake chuckled again. “I’m glad you like them. Have you changed your mind about surprises?”
“Any surprise from you is well received Jake, you know that.” She said smiling while she talked.
“When are you getting off of work tonight?” Jake asked her.
“I’m trying for six.”
“I’ll call you around six then. Have a good rest of the day April.” Jake said. April could tell from his voice that he was smiling.
“Thank you Jake.” April said. “Good bye.”
“Good bye honey.” Jake said before April hung up the phone and left the bathroom to finish working.
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April opened her apartment door and flipped on the hallway light. She put her keys and the vase full of flowers on the table by the door then kicked off her heals and pushed her laptop bag and purse higher up on her shoulder. She recounted the roses in the vase for the fifteenth time and still only counted 24.
April sighed and entered the small living room. Jake hadn’t called her yet like he promised and when she tried to call him Jake didn’t answer. She was worried that maybe something had happened to him and even as she worried she couldn’t help but feel a bit of apprehension. What if he found someone more worth his time? April shook her head trying to dislodge the doubt she was feeling. Despite her best efforts it still crept into her mind and took root, spreading uncontrollably.
She placed her bags on the couch then went into the small kitchenette to pull something out of the fridge for dinner. She loved to cook but always had so much extra she ate it for days afterwards. April pulled out some Parmesan Chicken and put it in the microwave to reheat. She pressed the blinking button on her answering machine and listened to the messages left by her family and friends wishing her a happy birthday. She let them play as she pulled her hair out of the bun and ran her fingers through it stretching her back as she did. The microwave beeped and she removed her food along with a fork from a drawer and carried them to the living room. April put the food down on the coffee table then went back into the kitchen for a glass and a bottle of wine before pulling her computer out of her bag and turning it on.
She poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip of the fruity drink. As soon as she logged onto her instant messenger the doorbell rang. April’s head snapped up and she set the glass down on the table harder than she had meant to. She stood up and made her way to the door. April looked through the peep hole and saw a man standing there. His back was turned away from her and through the distorted glass of the hole all she could see was the black colored shirt and black trousers he was wearing. His shoulders were wide and he had dirty blond hair which was tousled neatly. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he rocked back and forth on his feet.
April stepped back and opened the door slightly. “Can I help you?” she asked before the man turned around.
When he turned around April knew right away her folly. She stepped back and the door opened further without her help. The man stepped into her apartment and took the bag which April hadn’t seen through the peep hole. He shut the door behind him and pulled April into him before she could make a sound. April stumbled against him and opened her mouth to talk. The man muffled her voice with his lips pressing them into her lips softly.
He pulled away and smiled at the bewildered April. “I know you don’t like surprises but I hope you don’t mind.” April just smiled, lost for words and threw her arms around Jake. She rested her head on his chest and breathed in his scent. “Besides I think you’re missing your 25th flower.” April let go of him when Jake bent down to his bag and pulled out a red rose. He presented it to her bowing deeply and holding it out above his head. April took the flower from him and held it up to her lips, kissing it. She curtsied to him and took his hand.
“I can’t believe you are here Jake. I thought you had work to do?”
Jake smiled and looked down at her. “I lied. I hope your not to mad at me, I just wanted to surprise you.”
“I’m not mad at you at all.” April pulled his hand and brought Jake farther into the apartment. “Come in, I was just getting some dinner, are you hungry?”
After April had gotten another glass and another serving of food for Jake they sat down on the couch. April kept looking back at Jake while they talked and ate still not believing that he was here. He looked just like she remembered him and just like he did in the pictures they had exchanged. His dark, almost black, green eyes were lit up with a smile, his chin was strong and his skin was tanned, evidence of his long hours in the sun. Jakes hair was falling into his eyes and April couldn’t resist lifting her hand up and pushing it away.
Jake caught her hand and held it against his cheek underneath his own warm hand. They looked into each other’s eyes and Aprils breath caught in her throat. Jake leaned in closer to her licking his lips. He moved his hand to her neck and leaned in farther. He gently pressed his lips on hers stroked Aprils neck with his fingers. Jake pulled a few inches back and looked at Aprils upturned face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth partly open. He smiled and moved back in, kissing her harder this time. Jake ran his tongue over her bottom lip and took it into his mouth sucking on it gently then lightly dragging his teeth over it. He licked it again then darted his tongue into her slightly open mouth. Jake brushed her top lip with his tongue again bringing his hand up and cupping April’s cheek. He pulled back and looked April in the eyes smiling. Jake brushed her bottom lip with his thumb. April stuck her tongue out and sucked his thumb into her mouth. Jake smiled at her and pulled his thumb out from between her lips. His thumb traveled over her lip again to her jaw and down her neck, over her collar bone and stopped on the top button of her blouse. April looked down then back up at him.
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Jake’s lips twitched as they spread into a smile. “Do I get to see how the gift I bought you looks gracing your body?” April ducked her head; nodded looking down at her hands which had now moved to her lap. Jake slid his fingers under her chin and made her look up. “If you’re not comfortable I’m not going to make you.” he told her gently, looking into her eyes. April looked back at him, searching his eyes, for what she didn’t know. But then, there it was, that look of longing mixed with respect, respect for her that meant he was willing to leave right now if she didn’t want him there. But she did want him; she had wanted him all day, all month, ever since they had first talked.
April stood up grabbed Jakes hand, smiling she pulled him behind her to the bedroom. Without a word she made him sit on the side of the bed then turned away from him and turned her cd player on. Music filled the small room and April turned to look at Jake. He had his hands placed on the sea blue comforter gripping the fabric in his hands, betraying his nervousness and desire for her. April relished in the effect she had on him as she danced towards the bed. She stopped just out of his reach and began to unbutton her blouse, taking her time with each pearl button. Jakes eyes were glued to the newly revealed flesh and briefly caught sight of the turquoise bra hidden beneath the shirt. April’s hands finished unbuttoning the shirt but didn’t pull it off; instead she held it in place and pulled at the skirt zipper on her hip. Jake swore he heard every nub as she slowly unzipped it, he watched as it dropped away from her slender waist as the creamy pale skin of her thighs came into view. April lifted a leg up, with the skirt caught on the end of her foot and tossed it out of the way. Jake caught a look at the silky turquoise fabric that covered her pussy and let out a sigh when she closed her legs. Now the only thing stopping him from seeing the lingerie he had bought her was that pesky shirt. April still clutched it in her hands teasing him, dancing away from his arms every time he tried to get closer. Jake pulled off his own shirt in one quick motion and his pants, shoes, socks, and boxers in the next. He smiled when April stopped moving to look at his hard cock sticking up under his belly from where he sat on the bed. Jake took that moment to grab for her and pull her closer into him. April suppressed a nervous giggle when she felt Jakes hard cock pressing against her thigh. Jake held her arms against her side and wrapped his arms around her, pinning them in place.
“I can tease too, you know.” He commented before taking one side of her shirt in his lips and pulling it to the side exposing her left breast. He did the same on the other side then looked down to see how the lingerie looked on her body. Jake smiled up at her and raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to be good now?” he asked.
April grinned at him and nodded her head up and down emphatically. Jake stood up and turned April so that she was facing him, the back of her knees against the bed. He pulled her shirt off and leaned into her kissing her mouth passionately, one hand on the back of her head the other snaking around her waist. He lowered them onto the bed and gently laid her head on the pillow. He pulled away from the kiss and straddled her stomach looking down at her. Jake brought one hand up and ran it over the hard nipple on her left breast which he could see poking through the silk fabric of the bra. Jakes fingers ran over the lace and silk of the bra rubbing them into April’s breasts. He brought his other hand up and copied the movements on her right breasts. April moaned softly and closed her eyes as he played with her.
Jake traced the lace on the top of the bra with both hands down to the clasp at the front of the bra that held April’s breasts in. Jake easily unsnapped the bra and it sprung open making April’s breasts jiggle and the hard nipples grow even harder in the cool air. April opened her eyes to see Jake lowering his head to her breasts. She took in a sharp breath when his mouth closed over the right nipple and his left hand played with the other breast. He gently sucked on her nipple occasionally nipping at it softly and dragging his teeth over the hard nub. Jakes hand was pinching and rolling the other nipple between his fingers and kneading the soft flesh around it. April could feel Jakes hard cock pressing against her stomach and licked her lips remembering the taste of it in her mouth. She moaned softly again as Jake switched his mouth to her other nipple and repeated his ministrations. April ran her fingers through his hair and over his broad shoulders, tracing the familiar muscle pattern.
Jakes shoulders moved under her fingers as he moved his mouth up to hers kissing all the way. Jake stopped above her mouth and looked into her eyes before lowering his lips and gently kissing her again. The kiss was brief but passionate and left April breathless, so that she didn’t even realize Jake had begun to kiss down her stomach and was crawling down the bed. She looked down and saw him lying on his stomach between her thighs just looking at the panties. Jake reached a hand out and traced the lace with a finger traveling over her hips and down to where the lace met the silk that covered her mound. Jake let his finger travel over the silk looking up to watch Aprils face as he did. He smiled when he saw her let her head drop back onto the pillow and saw her stomach draw in as she took a deep breath and let out a drawn out sigh that turned into a moan as Jake drew his finger over the fabric again. As he pressed the fabric into her slit it turned a darker shade of blue as it soaked up her juices. Jake smiled again and pushed his finger in farther; pushing the fabric into April’s slit. He ran his finger up her slit and to her clit and rubbed the silk over her clit. Jake heard April take in a sharp breath but didn’t look up. Instead he followed the trail of his finger with his tongue, pushing the fabric farther into her slit. When he got to April’s clit he flicked it with his tongue through the fabric then sucked on it.
April’s hands had traveled down to Jakes head and shoulders roaming over them as he played with her, her hips wiggled under his tongue and hands. Jake let his hands roam over her thighs and up to her hips as he played with her clit through the silk of the panties. He let his fingers slide under the fabric at her hips and pulled down on the panties watching as they peeled out from between April’s pussy lips. April shivered and she wasn’t sure if it was because of Jake being able to see her now bare pussy or if it was because of the cold air cooling her wet pussy lips.
Jake looked at her smoothly shaved pussy and ran his fingers over the lips avoiding her clit which was sticking out from between them. Jake licked his lips and looked up at April then placed a finger just above her clit and gently brought it down running it over the clit. Jake smiled at April’s reaction as she moaned loudly and wiggled her hips under him again. Jake focused back on her pussy and stuck his tongue out and into her slit. He savored the wetness of her pussy as he explored it with his tongue occasionally sticking his tongue into her hole but staying away from her clit. April brought her hands down to her pussy and gently began to play with her clit. Jake, without taking his tongue out from her slit, took both of her small wrists in one hand and held them just above her belly button. April got the hint and relaxed as he played with her. Jake took mercy on her and brought his explorations higher and flicked his tongue out and around her clit, tracing it then taking it into his mouth. He sucked on April’s clit gently, just as he had done with her nipples, and slipped one of his thick fingers into her hole. He began to move it in and out as he sucked on her clit and could feel April tensing up in orgasm.
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