Houseguest

A message on the answering machine was the only message from his arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would only be here 48 hours. She sighed with frustration. Twice before she touched him. The first time, many years before, she was strongly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty bad. The second was during a visit when he had surgery on his shoulder. I can’t blame him for not being sexually interested. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was definitely a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become reality would be another story.

Of course she had to work both nights. When they were ready for bed the first night, Greg told her how he and Doug had spent the evening in a bar, and discussed a multitude of topics. They were long friends, together on a ship. Neither of them had ever seen the other do anything sexually incorrect to another woman, but they had an ongoing joke about an incident where a friend had sent a girl out of their room without even asking if it was right. Throughout the evening, Doug referred to the wish that the girl had remained, as well as other sexual subjects. Greg had chuckled, said “You never know” and passionately made love to me as if he were loud enough for Doug to hear in the room next door.

The next night Greg and Doug had another bar for drinks and conversation. At one point in the conversation, Doug made the remark that he would have no problem having sex with another woman in this town because he no longer lived here. He made it clear he was more than interested in me. I went to the bar with them, and the sexual undertones were amazing. He looked at Greg hooker, but gently touched my arms and knees as he made a point. We went back to the house and spent a few hours talking. Greg started dropping in the chair. With a shake, he stood and announced that he was going to bed and wished Doug a safe journey home. He was so obviously tired, no one thought about it. First.

The words literally stopped and we looked at each other. “Why are we doing this?” I finally asked. “Because we’re both a little scared,” he replied. I gave birth, and he moved to my side on the couch. “Silly,” I said as Leaned to him. The soft kiss I meant soon became much more. The intensity flew when his hands began to touch and caress my body. I groaned, bowed my back, gave him full access to my still dressed body. We broke our kiss just to make him kiss my neck. I felt his hands slipping under my shirt, so I leaned down to help his search for my breasts. I had removed my bra earlier in the evening, so his fingers discovered my hardened nipples and warm skin. He played with me, slipped and slipped his hands and fingers over and around my body.

Soon my shirt was gone, too. He looked at the stairs and we discussed the guest room. He said he didn’t want to be near the nursery, so we retired to the family area. Under a five by six foot floor to ceiling window we started again. His mouth was on every nipple. His shirt followed mine to the floor. I tongued his nipples, almost sucked hard. His reaction was immediate and positive. He bent his back so my mouth pulled out his nipples. My shorts and panties were quickly thrown away. My pussy was on fire when his hands were playing with me, and in no time was I wet. His face descended and I crunched as his tongue worked. It’s magic. “I want you to come for me,” he said when he looked out of my pussy. He immediately returned his mouth and I groaned loudly. With broad strokes and soft flicks, his tongue drove me on to finally, I bowed my back and cried out. My orgasm was overwhelming, an electric bow!!! I put my pubic hair in his mouth… When a series of orgasmic tremors took me.

He was standing, and I left his pants and underwear on his ankles. He kicked them off and I stroked his hardness. Thank you, thank you. He wasn’t immense, but his dick was a beautiful specimen. I pushed my tongue over my head. I slowly circled the crown with my lips, walked my tongue around the edge. He groaned when I lifted my lips and began to tongue the bottom of crown to balls. I caressed him very slowly when my saliva ran. My hand slipped like fat, my fingers turned and turned. I returned my lips to his head, suddenly flooded the length (as best I could). I started sucking him with my mouth like a very tight pussy and my hands slide and slide. In a few seconds, he withdrew. “Oh, no,” he said with a shine in his eye, “I got to fuck you.” So he pushed me back on the couch and led his hardness to me.

His dick’s entrance gave incredible sensations. I moaned repeatedly when it slipped into me. Finally felt his balls against my asshole. It felt so good!!! So full!! He pulled back a little bit and drove it home. I growled in appreciation, pushed myself against him to get maximum depth. Once again, he struck in and out. I felt my orgasm rising fast. “This won’t take long,” I thought to myself. Suddenly he stopped. “I can’t,” he murmured, “the floor kills my knees.”

“I have the cure,” I said when I stretched out on the couch. “Come here.” He did. God did it. I’ve come at least twice more. The moonlight that shot through the window… reminded me that everyone could see me… I was totally screwed. I’m acting like a slut in the heat. When my second orgasm disappeared, I had a bad thought. “God, I’m gonna wake Greg up when I go upstairs and let him eat my pussy and fuck me again,” I thought to myself.

So I did. But that’s another story.