Wait for me
next time
(MF, cons)
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Chris Auld 2005. All rights reserved.
Synopsis: A long time casual friendship takes a surprising but welcome new direction at a party.
So here I am at a party
with my wife and another 20-30 couples at your house. We have been there for a
while and everybody is enjoying the plentiful wine. You come over and talk to
me about the usual things - kids, the weather, how good I am looking tonight.
Whoa! Where did that come from? Our conversations in the past had always been
very ‘correct’. So I do the only
gentlemanly thing. I say "If I looked half as good as you, I’d be fighting
off admirers all night.” Your blue eyes sparkle as you whisper “Well who said
you have to fight me off”. And you turn and walk away with your hips swaying as
your light summer cotton dress clings to your ample curves. As you thread your
way across the room, your long, naturally wavy brown hair flows down your back
to emphasize the cleft of your sweet bottom.
Stunned, I stand there
for a few minutes while the rushing in my ears slows to a point that I can
again hear what the people around me are saying. Half-heatedly joining in their conversation, I begin to wonder if
I had imagined it. This doesn’t happen to me every day. Having been married for
over 20 years, I am not really used to anything other than gentle, social
flirting with other women. This seemed way more direct than I could ever have
expected, and, although my wife has told me that I am quite attractive to
women, I long ago gave up thoughts of being a stud. Now you on the other hand
are in your mid-40s and very cute. Much shorter than me (I am 6’ 2” and you are
maybe 5’ 3”) and very fluid in the way you walk and talk. You are definitely
not skinny, thank goodness. Soft, and rounded without any bulges would describe
your figure well. But what really sets you apart is the way you have of looking
directly and deeply into my eyes with a hint of a smile playing across your
lips while we talk. Very unnerving. I have often wondered what you were
thinking. Now I don’t know what to think at all.
I start to pour myself
another glass of wine from an almost empty bottle, when I hear you say from
behind me “Oh dear. It looks like we need some more wine from the cellar. Will
you come and give me a hand?” Of course there is no way I can refuse, is there?
We go down to
the basement and you bend down to read the labels on the wine bottles on the
lowest rack. As you do so, your dress falls away at the front and I can clearly
see your smallish, firm breasts unconfined by a bra. What a beautiful sight. I
guess I am too engrossed in the view because you look up and catch me. “Do you
like what you see?” you say, standing up. I can’t tear my eyes away from your
breasts. Your nipples are now clearly visible through the cotton. “I think that
is the most beautiful sight I have seen in a very long time.” I reply looking
into those sparkling blue eyes. “Then
you will really enjoy this as well.” you say, turning your back to me and
bending over as if to read the labels again. The cotton of your dress now falls
deeply between the cheeks of your bottom. There is no hint of a panty line to
be seen.
Astonished, and with my
heart beating loudly in my ears, I drink in the beauty of your shapely hips as
they sway from side to side. Then, to my amazement, you back up into me and
start to grind your bottom into my now hugely erect cock that is straining at
my pants. Holding your hips in both hands, I press back at you. I slide a hand
down one of your legs and then back up again until I am cupping a soft cheek
through the cotton. Oh my god. What a feeling. Now I do the same with my other
hand but this time up under your dress. With a deep groan you spread your legs
further apart. I raise your dress over your hips exposing your soft, naked
bottom and the flare of your hips as my hands slip between your thighs and my
fingers slide into your already slippery wetness. As my fingers tease around
your clit and slip into your depths, my thumbs gently circle and press your
rosebud. Soon, with trembling hands I step back a little and unfasten my pants
letting them fall to my feet. My boxers follow and my cock springs free fully
erect with its thick head already glistening with pre-cum. I rest my cock along
the crease of your bottom and feel the softness of your cheeks gripping along
its length as your ass rises and falls. I bend my knees and let my cock slide
between your legs so it glides along your sopping pussy lips. I feel one of
your hands strumming your clit and the other pushing my cock into the tight
entrance to your waiting pussy. “Do it. Do it” you hiss and thrust yourself
backwards impaling my aching cock deep into your hot cunt. We stay fully joined
for what seems an eternity but is probably only a few seconds. Then we fuck.
And fuck. And fuck. You push yourself back against me with your arched back
emphasizing the swell of your hips and the roundness of your wonderful ass. I
lean forward and palm your firm breasts under your dress as your nipples dig
into my palms. I thrust myself into you and pull out until only the tip of my
cock is in you. And then thrust again, pull out, thrust again and again. My
cock glistens with your juices and your engorged pussy lips alternately cling
to my cock as I pull out, and compress as I thrust in.
This is just raw
fucking. No finesse, just two people fucking. No thoughts about anything other
than getting off. And of course we do just that – we get off. You stop moving
and shudder while panting rapidly. I drive into you one more time and feel my
balls empty themselves as I throw my head back and spurt deep into your pussy.
We’re sliding slowly against each other reveling in the dying sensations as we
recover when, from behind us, we hear a voice say, “I only caught the last
minute or two. Next time, you should wait for me.” We look around to see my
wife standing just inside the doorway leaning against the wall with one hand
down the front of her loose summer pants; her fingers visibly moving while her
other hand cups one of her generous breasts.
But that is an entirely
different story.
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