Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" I read, I decided to write
some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel)
more character development than most other adult stories.
This is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults. It
is based on both real life experiences and fantasy. Any
similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional. Only the
names have been changed to protect the involved parties.
If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is
mushrom@hotmail.com. All of my and more are now available
at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica". This is a free site, and
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I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories. Since I
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Thank you, and enjoy.
PS: My thanks to the lovely lady who gave me the inspiration for
this story, you know who you are.
Mandy 1
It had been an OK party so far.
I was in Los Angeles for the week, enjoying spending some time with
my cousin. While Paul and I were not real close, he was good for a
free place to stay. So when he got invited to a party I was
naturally invited also.
So here I was, in a town 2,000 miles from home on a Friday night,
drinking beer with people I did not even know. What a dull way to
spend the night. Well, at least there was a keg for me to pull
from.
Most of the people here were kids. 16, 17, maybe 18 years old.
There were a few around my age (25), but those that were female were
either butt ugly, or with their boyfriends or husbands. But I did
go ahead and dance with a few of the girls. One of them was a hot
little thing, with titties that were obviously unencumbered by a bra
because of the way they bounced all over when we danced. But she
was probably no more then 17, and 3-6 years for is not my idea
of a good time.
After we finished, I went to the bathroom, and then decided it was
time to go outside for a little breather. Los Angeles in April is
fairly mild, so I did not need a jacket. Only 65 outside, a far
change from the 20 and 6" of snow that we had back in Albuquerque.
I was wearing a light jacket, more for the damp breeze then the
actual cold. Compared to what I had been used to, this was
practically a summer heat wave.
I went over to the far corner of the backyard, enjoying the cool
night air, and looking up at the stars. Not that I could see many
through all the light. But they were there. And it kept me from
having to actually look at the couple pressed against the wall near
the entrance, groping each other in the darkness. Well, at least
somebody is getting lucky tonight.
I was about to sit at the patio table when I suddenly saw a flare of
light a few feet away. I looked, and saw a lighting a
cigarette.
"Oh, excuse me, I did not see you there" I said.
A soft chuckle sounded through the muted sound of the DJ playing in
the house. "It's ok. I came out here to get some fresh air. You
are more then welcome to join me if you wish."
I smiled and took a seat, trying to see exactly who I was talking
to. "My name is Mandy" she said. My eyes were finally adjusting to
the darkness, and while she was a pretty little thing, I realized
that she was far to for me.
I had noticed her hanging out near the DJ off and on throughout the
night. Barely 5 feet tall, with probably the longest hair I had
ever seen. I had looked at her off and on throughout the night
though. She was wearing a black dress which fit nicely on her.
While on a normal gal it probably would have reached mid-thigh, it
fell below her knees because of her short stature. And the glasses
she wore gave her a big-eyed innocent look. She embodied the phrase
"Sweet 16 and never been kissed" if I had ever seen it.
I introduced myself, and she said "Oh yea, you're Paul's cousin. He
told me you were gonna be here this week. What do you think of LA
so far?"
We then started to talk about my visit, and all the places I had
been so far. I had done some of the usual tourist things.
Disneyland, Universal Studios, Whiskey-A-Go-Go, Santa Monica,
Hollywood, and a few other places.
"Yea, The Whiskey is pretty good, if you can stand all the punks and
jerks there. I prefer some of the more quiet clubs myself. That
one is just to "hip" for my taste."
I took a closer look at her after she said that. "How long have you
known Paul?" I asked, wondering how this really was. I
found it hard to believe that she had been to The Whiskey if she was
16 as I thought she was.
She laughed, and replied "Oh, I have known Paul since he was a
Sophomore. We dated for a little bit, but he was just to immature
for me at the time, so we both kinda moved on. But we are still
friends."
Well, I knew Paul was 21, so she must be around the same age. I
took a closer look, and she again gave that sweet laugh. In
addition to her hair and eyes, she had the most stunning smile I had
ever seen. "Let me guess... I know exactly what you are thinking."
"Oh really? And what do I get if you are wrong?"
Another chuckle. "If you are wrong, I will go and bring you another
drink. And if I win, you have to go get me a drink. Deal?"
"You're on." I said. I figured that if nothing else, I could use
another drink.
"Well, I bet that you are wondering how I really am. Right?"
All I could do is shake my head. "Yep, you got me there. I have to
admit, I find it hard to believe that you are over 21. Tell ya
what, how about double or nothing? Let me try to answer something
this time."
"OK champ, you're on. Tell me, how am I?"
OK, she had said that her and Paul had dated when he was a
sophomore. Since that implied she was older, I assume she is 22.
"22" I said, with a grin on my face.
"Nope, sorry. Wrong again. If ya wanna know, I'm 23."
Woah, no way! "Really? You're 23!?! Wow, I could never have
guessed even close, if I had not known Paul's age. But I bet you
get questioned a lot."
"You know it! It is hard for me to get into a new club at first,
because they all think my ID is fake. I have often had to show my
drivers license, ID card, work ID, and credit cards just to get into
a bar or club. Now about that drink..."
I knew when I had been beat. I stood up and bowed, saying "Yes my
lady, and what shall I get thee, a cup of ale?"
"Naw, I think I have had enough beer for the night. How about a
wine cooler? Since you are playing fetch for me tonight, the
least I can do is provide the alcohol. In the fridge in a paper bag
is a 4 pack of wine coolers. Feel free to grab yourself one if you
like."
I bowed, and went to do just that. While I ran the little errand, I
started to think that maybe this party might not be so bad after
all. And hot damn, she was 23! I took a quick peek into an upper
cabinet, and was rewarded with wine glasses. I opened one wine
cooler, and poured it into both glasses, putting a second bottle in
my jacket pocket, and returning to the backyard.
I could see the whiteness of her teeth in the darkness when she saw
the wine glasses. I could feel the reaction on my own face (and in
another place) when I saw that. "That is a smile I would do
anything for" I told myself as I sat down, this time on the patio
loveseat next to her chair.
"What shall we drink to?" I asked.
"Hmmmm, how about new friends?"
"Agreed" I said, looking into her eyes as we touched rims and each
took a sip. Not a big wine cooler person normally, I have to admit,
this did seem to be the right drink for the occasion. And this was
much better then most of the "wine soda" that I have had in the
past.
We quietly talked, and she told me about her and Paul. It seemed
that they were each other's first serious relationship. They had
dated for about 7 months, until Paul's interest in his Nintendo
started to take more precedence then she did. All I could do at
that is shake my head. I knew my cousin had a few screws loose, but
to give up this (no, lady now, no matter how she looks) for a
video game was insane.
"I guess that after the first few times, he just took it all for
granted. So we both went our separate ways. But we became friends
again after some time. Is why I knew he was looking forward to your
visit."
I shook my head and said "Wow, my cousin is a real fool. To choose
a game over you? Did you say he was your first?"
Mandy nodded. "Well, not really. I had been with a couple of
before him, but I was his first. But after about 3 months, I guess
he thought I was only there for him when he needed some. That got a
little tiring, so I decided to move on. Besides, at that time I was
a serious smoker, and Paul always had a good stash of grass."
I nodded at that comment. "Yea, he still does. I don't use it
myself, but he probably has a hit every day or so I think."
"Yea, that figures. I am clean 3 years myself" and she knocked on
the wooden patio table in front of us.
"Wow, that is good. I never got much out of the stuff myself. But
I think it is great that you stopped. Now if the two of us can get
together, maybe we can get Paul to knock the shit off."
"Yea, I wish. I have been trying for years. I gave up trying. But
at least all he uses is grass. Will you excuse me for a moment? I
have to go use the ladies room."
"Of course" I answered, and am proud that I remembered to stand up
when she did. The smile she rewarded me with told me that the
gesture was appreciated, and she told me she would be right back.
I was treated with the sight of her hips swaying, silhouetted by the
light coming from the patio door as she walked back into the house.
Damn, but this has a body! Not being a real big "tit man"
myself, her small dimensions there (maybe a B cup) did not
disappoint me to much. But her nice hips and tight bottom was a
thing of beauty. And the 3" heels she wore added just the right
amount of sway to those hips.
I topped off our glasses again, killing the last of the two bottles
I had brought along. I was just starting to wonder where she was
when she came back into view. Her long hair blew slightly to her
side as she walked back, and I could see that she had another wine
cooler in her hand.
"I thought we were about out, so I went ahead and grabbed another
one. I hope you do not mind."
I stood again as she got closer, saying "Not at all, I had just
finished the last bottle refilling our glasses."
Mandy smiled, and this time took a seat next to me, instead of in
the chair she had been using. I sat down again, and handed her
glass back. She took a sip, then turned slightly in her seat to
look at me.
"I have to admit, is rare to meet a true gentleman nowadays. Do you
always act so gallant?"
"Only when I am with a pretty girl" I admitted, winning yet another
of her laughs. I had to fight to look into her eyes, having a
glimpse of her thighs because of the position she was now in.
"Thanks, is nice to hear that. So how much longer are you going to
be in town?"
"Well, I plan on going home on Monday. I do not have to be back at
work until Wednesday, so that gives me a full day to rest and take
care of things before I have to go back. But I have to admit, am
actually kinda sad to see it end now."
"Oh? And why is that?" she asked, one eyebrow arching slightly as
she pulled out another cigarette.
I pulled out my lighter and another smoke for myself, lighting them
both before I responded. "Because I finally met somebody here that
seems worth knowing, and now I have to leave her." I tried to make
that corny line sound as honest as I could, because it was true.
Mandy placed her hand free hand on top of mine, and told me she
actually felt the same way. "To bad it is Paul that lives here, and
not you. Any chance you will be coming back out here?"
I told her that my next vacation would be in the summer, and that I
would try and make it back here if I could. But because of my work,
that was sometimes hard to predict. But I did occasionally spend
time on the road, and sometimes even came to LA for an overnight
stop.
We then spent another half hour or so talking about our jobs, and a
few other things. She actually made a pretty good amount of money
for being only 23. But I found it amazing that somebody as pretty
as her was single.
I am sure I could have seen a blush if there was enough light to see
by. She seemed to exaggerate a shudder, and I asked if everything
was ok, if I had said something wrong.
"Oh no, everything is ok. I am just getting a bit chilled here is
all." She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms to
prove the point.
Being the gentleman that I am, I stood and removed my coat, gently
pressing her forward on the shoulder so I could wrap it around her.
"Oh no, I can't do that. Is not fair if you get cold..."
I told her it was , I was used to much colder temperatures then she
was here in LA. I won another of those smiles and felt my blood
race at it. Damn, but she could charm the gold fillings out of a
miser with that smile.
I decided to take a chance, and sat back down, placing my arm along
the back of the loveseat behind her back. Still smiling, Mandy
turned so her back was diagonal to me, and leaned her back against
my side, her hand resting on my thigh. Of course I did the natural
thing, and moved my arm from the back of the seat to rest across her
upper chest, resting on her outside shoulder.
"Hmmmmmmm, nice" she said softly, snuggling against me.
We continued to softly talk, cuddling like that. I have to admit, I
had never felt so comfortable with a lady that I had just met. We
were talking like friends, and sharing things that I rarely
shared with others.
Mandy shifted slightly, and arched her back, obviously uncomfortable
being in that position for so long, so I removed my arm, letting her
shift if she wished.
She turned her body so her feet were resting up on the seat (shoes
on the ground I noticed), and I placed my arm across her back,
giving her what support I could. I both expected, and yet was
surprised at what happened next.
Somehow, we were just kissing. Not a passionate "I want you now"
kiss, but a nice tender "I want to do this just because" kiss. I
found my other hand reaching across her belly to rest on her waist
at the same time her arms went around my neck. We broke and looked
into each other's eyes, then moved to kiss again.
I slowly lowered her back onto my legs, and I bent over to continue
the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as we continued kissing. I
let my hand caress gently along her waist.
I felt the warmth of her skin under the dress, and gently moved it
up and down, just a few inches at a time. Mandy kept one hand
behind my neck, the other one running through my hair, caressing the
back of my neck, and softly touching the side of my face.
I was amazed. Somebody that was a total stranger an hour ago was
now kissing me with great skill. Be both began to get caught up in
the kiss. As I felt her fingernails scratch along my neck, I
started to move my hand up and down more and more. I was now
caressing her hip, feeling the swell out from her waist, and could
almost feel her pelvic bone through her hip. This had no meat
to spare on her body, but had just enough to give those curves a
fully fleshed feeling. And as I ran my hand slightly higher up her
side each time, I could feel her breathing deeper each time.
I was gently tracing her ribs against her side when I felt her shift
slightly in my lap. Now it was obvious that I was getting a hard-on
against her back. But I did not care, and she did not either. She
rolled slightly towards me, and I moved from her lips to kissing the
side of her neck.
Mandy moaned softly, as I kissed back along her jaw line, reaching
her ear and gently nibbling on it. Her hands moved down to gently
scratch my back, and I continued my kissing and gentle bites.
At the same time, I started to caress her side with my thumb. And I
resumed my hands slow movement up and down her side, each time
moving up slightly higher. I was not thinking as much of trying to
cop a feel, as much as giving her a chance to stop me if I went to
far.
But 10 minutes later, we were still kissing, and my thumb was now
gently caressing the side of her soft breast. And her breathing had
moved to almost quiet moans. This had a VERY sensitive neck!
Mandy had moved almost on her side now, her face buried against my
belly, and almost kissing me through my shirt. I was moving from
her throat back to her neck, then kissing along her shoulder not
covered by her dress, then back to her ear again.
I slowly moved my hand forward, waiting for her to pull it away.
But if anything, she pressed herself tighter against my hand as it
cupped her breast.
Oh my, but what she had! It fit perfectly into the palm of
my hand, and I could feel her nipple, hard through her bra, pressing
into the palm of my hand. I moved back to her lips, kissing her
deeply as I massaged and caressed her breast. With gentle massaging
motions of my fingers, I could feel her moans into my mouth, her
nipple seeming to grow even harder against my palm.
I slowly moved my hand across her chest, feeling her bra gently with
my fingertips. I felt my breath catch as I felt the front clasp of
her bra. I pulled the material together in the front, twisting it
so that it would come open in my hand. I could feel her take a
deeper breath as it came free in my hand.
I moved my hand slowly back to her breast, this time under the cup
of her bra. I could feel her nipple against my palm now, very large
and very hard. It felt so very big for such a small breast, on such
a small girl. I could only compare it her own finger.
While Mandy had small hands, her nipple felt to be about the same
size as the first part of her pinky. Very large around, and very
long. I moved my hand down slowly, as our tongues dueled in our
mouths.
I caressed her areola with my fingertips, tracing a circle around
her distended nipple. I could feel the smooth skin around it, and
even how it was crinkling up with excitement. I had only felt that
when the gal I was with was VERY excited, so I knew that she was
enjoying this as much as I was.
I continued to caress and play with her nipple, and felt her hand
moving to the crotch of my jeans. I was glad now that I had decided
to wear loose jeans, because it let her actually get a grip on my
cock through the material.
I am not sure how long we were like that. It may have been 10
minutes, it may have been 2 hours. Time seemed to both stand still,
and race by. I switched hands and breasts, letting my left hand
rest under her neck and reach down the front of her dress, starting
to caress her other as she rolled onto her back, arms going
around my neck again.
As I moved to kiss her neck again, my hand started to caress her
belly, moving slowly downward. I could feel how smooth and flat it
was, actually making a small cave as I moved down. I found her
navel, and played with it through the fabric of her dress.
Mandy moaned softly "I'm not like this, but it feels so good, and so
right, I don't want to stop."
I whispered softly into her ear that it was unusual for me also, but
if she wanted me to stop, I would. "No" was all she said, and
started to gently bite my ear at the same time my fingers started to
caress her through her dress.
Mandy's right leg bent up at the knee, pressing it against the back
of the loveseat. As she did this, her left leg slid off of the seat
as she set it on the ground. This was a silent request, and I
wasted no time thinking about it. I kissed her deeper, slid my hand
up her thigh, slowly feeling the soft smoothness that spoke of her
shaving very recently. I waited for her to protest, ready to stop
as soon as she let it be known I had moved up far enough. However,
that soft "no" and restraining hand never came, not even when I
reached the apex of her thighs and started to caress her through her
panties.
We shared a low moan, each of us moaning into the mouth of the
other. Her were silk, and she felt very... humid was the
only way I can use to describe it. Hot, wet, and the desire was
obvious as her hips rotated back, making her mound even more
prominent. It took all the willpower I had not to just dig in and
touch her everywhere.
It had been a long time since I had been this intimate with anybody.
And while I wanted to do nothing more then toss her onto the grass
behind us and fuck her silly, I also felt a kind of special
attachment already. I knew even more as I gently slid my hand up to
the top of her panties, and slipped it down under them.
I moaned deeply as she did, on each other's tongue as I
slipped my fingers through her pubic hair. A small neat patch it
felt like. I slowly caressed downwards, until I felt the very top
of her cleft.
Mandy was not a silent passive partner either. One hand continued
to caress the back of my head, occasionally pulling gently on my
hair, almost in silent approval to something I did at the moment.
Her other hand was held in front of us, caressing my bare chest
after she opened a button on my and reached inside. Her small
soft hand felt wonderful, caressing my chest and playing with the
hair covering it. She even played with and teased my nipples. I
never really had a lover do that to me before, and it was heavenly.
Now I have an idea why women enjoy it so much.
I found my attention returning to my fingers, as I could feel how
wet she was for the first time without her in the way.
Those silken hid a that was fully deserving of the
soft fineness that covered it. In my mind, I could visualize the
gentle compact lips I was caressing. The bulge of her clitoral hood
made it obvious that she was very excited. And her labia were
swollen, and covered with the wetness that had to have been leaking
out of her.
Mandy pulled her lips away from mine and gasped deeply as I let my
middle finger slowly slide between her lips, and felt her heat and
softness. Slowly I slid the tip of my middle finger slowly up and
down her slick slit, feeling her labia press against the sides of my
fingers.
Back and forth I caressed her, both in a rush to get inside, yet
also wanting to prolong this moment forever. I slid all the way
down until I reached her vagina, gently pressing against her
opening. Very careful not to slide inside, I could feel how small
she was. I had never felt such a compact and tight before.
I took my slick finger and trailed it up, covering her clit with
wetness as I coaxed it out from under the hood. Hard and erect, it
was almost like a third nipple. I felt her shudder as I gently
caressed her clit.
Mandy's breathing got deeper, and I let my lips slide back to her
neck. My other hand moved back to her other breast, feeling how
hard her nipples were. While her were not big, I could
picture them in my mouth. And her hips started to make a back and
forth movements, almost fucking my fingers back. I wanted her like
nobody else I could ever remember. She seemed to feel the same way,
unbuttoning my up to my collar and pulling it aside, gently
biting and kissing my shoulder.
She actually whimpered when I pulled my hand from her panties. But
she was more then willing to help once she felt my hand grasping the
side and trying to pull them off. Her bottom lifted up from the
seat, and I slid them down her legs. Mandy lifted her right leg and
I slipped it out, then let them drop down to her ankle on her left
leg.
My fingers returned to her pussy, this time pressing harder against
her entrance. I felt her shiver as I slowly slipped into her body.
She was even tighter then I imagined. I wondered if this was
because of either sexual inexperience, or simply a reflection of her
small physical stature. But I did not care, as I slid my middle
finger into her as far as I could.
In and out, in and out, in and out. She felt SO good. I felt her
lips on my earlobe, her teeth gently digging in. "Do you have a
place we can go?" she whispered softly into my ear.
"No" I replied. "I am staying with my cousin for the weekend. How
about you?"
"Damm. I have my own apartment, but I came here with a friend. So
until she is ready to go, I have no way home. Ohhhhh,
yesssssssssssss!"
The last came as a low moan as I slid my ring finger into her
alongside my middle finger. I do not know if it was by reflex, or
her own desire that I felt her contract around my fingers. I
continued to slide them in and out, as her tongue slid into my ear.
"I want you" I softly said, pulling back so I could look into her
eyes. The soft light was reflecting from her glasses, but I could
still see her eyes through them. Damm, but I wanted her, and badly!
I felt her hand pull down my zipper, and gasp as she reached inside
to grasp me. "Oh boy" I remember thinking. If anything that I am
cursed with, an oversized member is not one of them.
While in High School, I was often teased for being slightly
underdeveloped in that area. In fact, during the breakup with my
last steady girlfriend, she made several references to my "pencil
dick", much to my shame and discomfort. Strange that she had never
commented when we had been engaged in lovemaking, only when our
relationship was in it's final heartbreaking death moments.
What I did not expect was her to gasp "Ohhhhhh. Oh I have to have
you inside me. This is so perfect!"
Perfect? Barely 6" long, and about as big around as a quarter.
Hardly the big members that are seen in porn or in
magazines. But feeling her hand inside, squeezing me and gently
tugging up and down, I did not care. She thought it was perfect,
while I knew that real perfection was where my fingers were at the
moment, caressing her soft tender inner skin.
I wanted her more then ever now. I started to run through my head
where we might go. There were bedrooms in the house. But I did not
know these people, and the idea of making love on a strange bed
where anybody might walk in did not appeal to me. I did not know
this area, so walking or taking a taxi to a motel were out also. I
looked at the patio table where our cigarette packages and wine
glasses were sitting, and I knew what I needed to do, and where.
I broke away, and gently pulled my fingers out from inside of her.
Mandy moaned, obviously not wanting me to stop yet. I helped her
sit up, then pulled her to her feet. Mandy tried to protest weakly,
but stopped when I gently coaxed her the foot and a half to the
table and bent her over it.
With her chest lying on the top, I pulled out my wallet and opened
the secret compartment where I kept my little packet of protection.
"It's almost a year old" I remember thinking to myself. "I hope
it's still good."
I dropped the wallet on the table, and when she asked me what I was
doing, I whispered "I'm getting a condom, is that ok?"
"Yesssssss" she moaned, reaching back and pulling the hem of her
skirt up, and over her bottom. As I rolled it on, I watched her
reach back, pulling her cheeks apart and squeezing. Fully covered,
I pumped myself a few times to ensure I was still hard, and pressed
myself up against her.
I felt my cock press against her slit, and slide forward. It rubbed
against her clit then poked a bit more before stopping. Moaning, I
pulled back some more, pressing forward to the same result. "Oh
shit" I thought. "She must think I'm a real loser now."
A third attempt, and I felt embarrassment as this time I slipped
upwards, pressing between her tight ass cheeks. I felt hot with
shame, knowing that she was going to laugh at me and leave because
of my total inability to get it inside. A forth try, and this time
I slipped forward again, pressing against her clit and parting her
lips gently before I slipped out again.
"Dammit!" Mandy swore, and I knew it was over. But I felt her hand
leave her bottom and reach down in front between her legs, grasping
me in her hand and pressing me up.
"Damm, don't tease me like this!" she said. "I want you in me, and
in me now! No more teasing!"
Either her passion did not let her see what was the real cause for
my failure to enter, or she was covering my embarrassment, I did not
care. I grasped her hips in my hands as her delicate hand pressed
me against her opening, and opening her labia, walked me inside.
I felt her fingers slide along my cock, pausing to grip it and push
it deeper into her body. She would then slide them further up my
shaft, repeating the motion again and again until I was fully inside
of her. She was so tight, so wet. I do not think I have felt such
a constriction inside of a woman since I lost my virginity along
with my first girlfriend when we were both 16.
"Ohhh, go slowly" Mandy moaned, bowing her back and pushing her
bottom tighter against my hips. I slid my hands down to her hips,
grasping them as I saw her pull her hand out from under her and
crossing them in front of her, resting her head on them.
I slowly started to slide in and out of her body, grateful for the
condom that I was wearing. I was certain that without it I would
not last long at all. Even with it on, I knew I would not last
anywhere near as long as I wanted to. Between the foreplay we had
enjoyed and the exquisite tightness I would be lucky to wait 5
minutes.
I could tell that the tight gathering of the waist of her dress
would not allow me to slide my hands up her back, so I reached up
and caressed her back through the fabric. Mandy arched her back
even more, increasing the pressure of her bottom against me, and
letting me enjoy the feeling of her back. I moved my hands to her
sides, and could feel the swell of the sides of her breasts. I
continued to slide in and out, hearing her soft moans and gasps on
each stroke.
Wanting to make it last as long as I could, I tried to turn my mind
to other things. Baseball, work, even the traffic I had to fight on
the way to work. I noticed Mandy putting the side of her thumb into
her mouth and biting on it. Obviously she was enjoying this as
well. The discomfort she had when I first entered appeared to give
way to pleasure. Her hips also started to rock with me, making it
feel like I was sliding in even deeper.
I moved my hands under her chest, and Mandy lifted up a bit so I
could slide under easier. I grasped one of her in each
hand, gently massaging in time with my thrusts. I was making slow
deep thrusts in and out now, trying even harder to keep my mind
clear of what we were doing. I knew if I thought to much of the
pleasure radiating up from my cock being buried in her tight cavity,
I would loose all control. In and out, in and out, in and out. I
tried to think of nothing but giving her as much pleasure as I
could. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint this fabulous
lady by cumming to soon.
But it seemed to be a loosing battle. And Mandy was not helping
between her thrusting her hips back and forth against me, and her
soft moans and groans. I moved my hands back to her hips and pushed
all the way in, holding myself inside as I tried to regain my
composure.
But Mandy pressed back against me, moaning "Dammit, don't stop now."
"But I'm so close" I whispered, fingers caressing her hips as I
pressed back. "I don't want to yet."
"Don't worry about that, just keep going. I want to feel you
cumming inside of me."
While I knew that the condom would prevent her from actually feeling
me cum, I knew that the throbbing would be unmistakable. And never
wanting to let a lady down, I resumed my thrusting. I started again
with the long deep thrusts, speeding up as I let my mental barriers
down. I felt my balls tighten up, and knew that I was going to
totally loose it very soon.
"Ohhhh, oh Mandy, I'm gonna cum" I hoarsely whispered.
"Yesssssss, do it!" she moaned back, and I then felt the burning
rush start in my groin and shoot like a bolt of lightning up to my
brain, then back to my cock. I could feel myself throb inside of
her as I started to into the condom. Mandy moaned also,
obviously feeling the throbbing and squeezing me even tighter in
return.
I collapsed down against her back, gasping for breath and kissing
the back of her neck. We both were muttering affection for each
other, and how good it had felt. And while I had achieved the most
pleasurable climax of my life, I knew that she had not achieved hers
yet.
I gently pulled myself out and reached down to my ankles, pulling my
pants back up. I pulled the condom off and slipped my wet and
wilting cock back into my shorts before I zipped back up. Looking
around, I opened the empty pack of cigarettes and dropped the rubber
inside.
I held Mandy gently by the waist and pulled her back into the chair
with me, sitting her in my lap as I gave her a long and deep kiss,
trying to fill it with as much passion as I could. Finally we broke
for air, and I apologized for not lasting longer.
"Shhhhhh" she said, placing her delicate fingers on my lips. I
looked into those deep dark eyes as she softly said "I did not
expect you to last even that long. It had obviously been a long
time for you also, and am just glad that I was the one that was with
you. I do not expect to every time, and even without an orgasm,
it still felt very good."
As she talked, I was sliding one hand up under her dress, and the
last word was said with a gasp at the end as my fingers found her
wetness again. I could feel that her labia were still slightly
parted, obviously because of our mutual exertions.
"Mandy, while I was not able to hold off any longer, there is
nothing preventing me from repaying you, and giving you an equal
share of pleasure." I kissed her then, and she returned the kiss
with equal passion. Her arms went back around my neck, as I slid my
middle and ring fingers back into her body, once again feeling her
honeyed walls surrounding my fingers.
My thumb searched out her clit and started to caress it as she broke
from the kiss, burying her face in my neck as I slipped them in and
out, my thumb pressing a little harder and manipulating her in a
manner that I was sure would bring her as much pleasure as she had
given me.
I looked around briefly, trying to make sure that nobody had seen us
in this dark corner of the yard. I spied her lying on the
ground near where she had been bent over the table. I ran that
through my head again as my free hand reached down her front again,
playing with a hard nipple as I continued to slide my fingers in and
out.
After a few minutes, I could feel the contractions start, erratic at
first, then growing faster and stronger. This combined with her
breathing told me she was close. I kept going, kissing along the
side of her face, seeking out her lips. Mandy's hands suddenly
grabbed my head and pulled me in for a long deep kiss as she started
to shiver against me. Her thighs moved together quickly, clamping
against my hand as she lifted her knees, trapping my hand both
between her thighs, and against her belly.
Again and again she convulsed, bucking in my lap as she rode that
long wave of pleasure. After what felt like over a full minute, she
gasped and broke the kiss, her legs slowly lowering as her hand
reached down, grabbing my wrist and whispering "no more!"
Remembering from past experience how sore my lovers said a good
orgasm can make them, I simply held my hand still, feeling the
fluttering and squeezing slow down and lessen. Finally I gently
pulled my fingers out, and we shared another long deep kiss.
We spent another 20 minutes cuddled and caressing each other. We
murmured the normal endearments that you give to a wonderful lover.
I discovered that I was the first she had been with like this in
almost 3 years. And she was the first woman for in
just over a year for me.
We both agreed that it was sad that we lived so far apart. But my
business sometimes took me here to LA, and I would also be sure to
keep in better contact with my cousin. So even if we never actually
became a "couple", we might enjoy some more time together.
"Of course, I do not actually leave until Sunday. That gives us
another day and a half together if you wish" I said, trying to keep
from sounding to desperate.
But she smiled at me again (and I felt my heart and other parts of
my body react to that smile). "I would love to. Paul has my
number, or I can call him tomorrow if that would be better."
"If I don't hear from you by noon, I'll call you" I said, then gave
her another soft kiss.
"It's a deal." Mandy said, closing her bra and her top as I picked
up her and handed them to her. She held onto one of my arms
as she stepped into them, and I got a last glimpse of her heavenly
treasures before she smoothed out her dress, and we returned to the
party.
I wondered what the rest of the weekend would bring us.
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