Christy Brings Debi Over
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To be honest, I was panicking. From the outside I looked like an average teenager. Skinny black jeans. Indie band tee, maybe a size too small on my Bowie-thin frame. Cherry red Converse high tops. Straight dark hair cut into a fashionable (if you were an NME reading indie-kid) boy bob.
But underneath I was sporting skimpy black panties and stockings and suspenders, all ‘borrowed’ from my sister’s underwear draw.
Drenched to the bone and locked out of the house, I was having a Hugh Grant in ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’ moment: “Fuck, fuck, fuck-ity, fuck!”. What the hell was I thinking, leaving the house ‘dressed’ and without a key. I’d have to wait for mum or dad to get home, and they’d immediately use their x-ray vision to see what I was hiding under my clothes. Shit.
I was of course being completely irrational. I’d just spent the last three hours out in public and no-one had blinked an eye lid. No one could see the lingerie I was wearing. But it didn’t stop me worrying like hell. So when I heard a friendly hello from a couple of driveways down I almost jumped out of my skin.
“Hi. Are you ok?” the voice asked.
Shit. What to say? I obviously looked anxious, how could I recover from this and appear normal? Turning round, I almost forgot how worried I was. It was Jenny, our next door neighbour, too. She looked really fucking hot, soaked like me, long hair clinging to her face and neck, dressed in a crop top running bra and skimpy shorts, trainers and ankle socks. She was taking her head phones off and looking at me expectantly.
“Errr. Yeah. Fine thanks. Just, umm, locked out of the house and, you know, a bit wet,” I answered, gesturing at my soaking clothes. What the hell was I saying? I groaned inside at how stupid I sounded.
She looked at me and smiled mischievously, “Well. No need to look so upset about it. There’s nothing wrong with being wet.”
She wiped the rain and sweat from her forehead and took a swig from her water bottle, “Especially when you’re hot and wet.”
I had a lump in my throat and my mouth was bone dry. The way she said it I thought I was going to cum in my pants. It was funny and smutty and sexy all at the same time.
“It’s Chris isn’t it?” she asked.
“Err, yes,” I answered hesitantly. “Well Christian, really.”
I nervously mumbled. She looked at me with a quizzical expression, obviously not hearing me clearly from thirty metres away.
“So, Christy, do you want to come in and dry off?” she asked. I must’ve looked horrified at the suggestion, “Or at least get out of the rain until this downpour stops?”
I couldn’t believe it. This was the offer of a lifetime. Jenny was undoubtedly the hottest older woman I’d ever met. Her and her husband were in their mid thirties and had moved in a couple of years ago. They had done a massive re-modelling job on the house, and although I hadn’t seen inside, I’d heard from my parents that it was a pretty impressive project. My main memory of her was looking out of my bedroom window one evening and seeing her being escorted to the car by James, (who was in a 70’s disco suit), dressed as a Playboy bunny – heels, fishnets, basque, bunny ears. The full deal. Definitely one for the wank-bank.
In the end, she made the decision for me. There was a massive roll of thunder and a couple of seconds later a sheet of lightning flashed across the sky in the way only a summer storm can. “Come on Christy,” she said, “I’m not leaving you out here in this.”
With that I jogged across the front gardens and into her front door. Stepping over the threshold, I couldn’t help but be impressed. They’d turned a bog standard 1930’s detached house into something beautifully modern. White walls, oak flooring, mid-century furniture and vibrant prints on the walls, with plenty of natural light flooding in. It was like a Grand Designs house. Whilst I stood on the mat gawking, Jenny was taking off her trainers – obviously a no shoes house! – so I did the same.
“Wow. Nice house,” I commented, “This is really amazing.”
She wandered through the double doors at the end of the hall. “Come on through Christy,” she called back to me, “let’s see if we can get dried off.”
“It’s Christian,” I called back, following her through the doors into a massive open plan kitchen / dining room / lounge, which extended across the full width of the house. Two sets of bi-fold doors showed off the patio and landscaped garden beyond. Jen re-appeared from the utility room with a couple of white fluffy towels and threw me one, using the other to dry her hair and wipe the sweat and rain from her body.
Thanking her, I did the same, bending my head down to get to the back of my head. Then I froze again. Looking down I could see my stocking encased feet poking out from the bottom of my jeans. Shit. What to do. I decided to act natural. Or at least whatever passes as natural for a shy nineteen-year-old about to be exposed as a cross-dresser by his hot neighbour. Standing up I shuffled closer to the kitchen island unit, so she couldn’t see my feet.
“So,” she said, “what can I do you for?”
“Sorry?” I answered, hiding my confusion. I wasn’t used to this kind of banter from real adults.
“You know, what can I get you? Tea, coffee, something harder? I’m going to have a white wine. Fancy one?”
“Sure.” I answered. “Why not. It’s not morning so that’s ok, right?”
She smiled at my attempt at humour and took a couple of glasses from a cupboard and selected a bottle from the wine fridge. Pouring she continued, “What else? A change of clothes? I could put those wet ones in the dryer for you, you know.” She walked round the island and gave me the glass and I took a glug. “Or maybe just a new pair of socks…”
I almost snorted the mouthful of wine out of my nose. Looking up at her I saw that mischievous smile and then we both looked at my feet.
“Errr…it’s a… there’s a…” I stumbled, feeling myself blush. There was a lump in my throat the size of a tennis ball. I couldn’t get any words out and I knew I must be bright red.
She chuckled playfully. “No need to explain. I’d wear nylons all the time too if I had half a chance. So what are they? I love stockings the best. Tights just keep riding up on me. And please don’t let them be pop socks. I’d have to ask you to leave. Knee highs I can go with, but pop socks are a no-no.”
I looked at her and couldn’t see any malice in her face, so stuttered out my answer – stockings. She looked at me approvingly and in that look I felt as if I’d passed some kind of test. “Come on then, I’m going to get out of these sweaty clothes and the offer still stands for you too.”
She led the way back into the hallway and then up the stairs. Following her up the steps I couldn’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous arse and marvelled to myself at the turnaround in events. Not only hadn’t she freaked out, but she seemed to be taking me upstairs for sex. I was still in a daze when we got to the landing and she led me to the spare room. And that’s when the fantasy stopped.
“So – the en-suite’s through there. Leave your clothes outside and I’ll pop them in the dryer.”
I must’ve looked disappointed. This wasn’t going to end with me burying my face in her cleavage and my cock in her pussy after all. She smiled at me and just said that I’d find a towel in the bathroom and she’d leave a robe out for me. With that she turned and left, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Thinking there wasn’t much other option, I stripped off and left my clothes, lingerie included, outside the room. I stepped into the en-suite, pulled the door shut behind me and checked out the facilities which were…impressive.
This was bigger than the family bathroom at my house. Free standing bath, huge walk in shower, floor to ceiling mirror on one wall. God this was nice and quite kinky really. Whether you were in the bath or the shower you’d have a pretty good view of whatever you decided to get up to. I stepped into the shower and turned on the taps. Soon I was wet all over and I let the hot water wash away my anxieties. Fuck it. It is what it is. If she wants to tell my parents, then so be it. There’s not much I can do about it now, I decided.
I washed and conditioned my hair, used a cocoa butter body scrub on the rest of me and even douched my arse, bending over and letting the warm water from the shower head gush into my butt hole. There was a fresh razor, so I gave my legs, chest and underarms a quick once over. I’d started doing this at the beginning of summer, not having to worry any more about what anyone would say when getting changed for sports in front of my school mates.
Then I was done. I turned off the taps, grabbed a towel and dabbed myself dry. On the sink top there was a body moisturiser, scented like the shower gel, so I took a couple of handfuls and massaged it into skin. I even had a good go at my cock and balls, and of course my butt cheeks and little star – frankly this whole experience had left me equal parts confused and horny at the same time.
Looking at myself in that massive mirror as I rubbed the lotion over my slender body was a hell of a turn on. We didn’t have a mirror this big at home and I could really examine every inch of me. I was pleased to see that I’d done a good job shaving, and I was especially happy with the tidy-up of my landing strip, which I hadn’t tidied up for a couple of days. Touching my intimate areas and twisting my body so I could look at myself was getting me hot and I could feel the blood pumping into my cock, making it throb gently.
Thinking I better not do anything that might upset my host, I managed to restrain myself and returned to the bedroom. Jenny was obviously a fast worker. On the bed was the promised robe, so I picked it up and put it on. It was, to say the least, short, barely coming down to my mid-thigh. In the pockets there was another surprise for me - the cheeky cow had stuffed some panties and a pair of stockings into the pockets.
There was even a handwritten note in there, which read: “Thought you’d like to slip into something more comfortable!”
I took a deep breath and made a decision. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know about my habits. I pulled on the underwear, enjoying as always, the feel as the knickers slid up my legs until the string eased into my butt crack and my cock and balls nestled gently in the small triangle of sheer material at the front. I rolled the stockings up my legs and took another look in the mirror. I gave my hair a quick blow dry and let the bob cut frame my face in a more feminine way than I’d normally wear in public. Something was missing, so I went back into the en-suite and had a quick look in the cupboard. Sure enough there was some Vaseline so I took a dab and smeared it into my lips, making them pout glossily back at me.
I took one last look in the mirror, downed the rest of the wine, opened the bedroom door and walked downstairs.
Entering the big back-room I was greeted with a view of Jenny with her back to me leaning over the kitchen island, wearing a similar short robe to mine and not much else. She had a phone in one hand and a topped up glass of wine in the other. Her robe was riding up just enough that I could see the tops of her thighs, but not quite her butt cheeks which were filling out the terry robe material nicely. She wasn’t the tallest of women, maybe 5ft 6 to my 5ft 10, but I could see her legs were slender and well-toned from her regular runs. The sight was exquisite and I could feel my cock twitching beneath the robe.
I cleared my throat. Turning round she brightly said “Christy…” and then trailed off. She looked surprised, then gave me an appreciative look. “Well, now I’m feeling under-dressed! Let me look at you,” she said hungrily. “Here, I’ve poured you another glass.”
I took the wine and took a sip, looking for a bit of Dutch courage from the alcohol to help me handle this unusual situation.
I was definitely feeling more relaxed with her easy and accepting manner, so I did a playful twirl, trying to move with as feminine a bearing as possible, then looked at her expectantly.
“Nice. Do it again but slower. And take off the robe. I want to see all of you.”
I took another mouthful of wine and put the glass on the island, then slid off the robe and tossed it to the floor, looking Jenny in the eye all the time. Fixing my gaze on her, I turned slowly this time, then when I couldn’t maintain eye contact any more flicked my head sharply round the other way to look at her again as I continued turning. The quick flick caused my hair to fall over the right side of my face and I knew from having done this in front of the mirror at home that I must’ve looked pretty sultry.
Jenny’s mouth had parted slightly and her tongue was playing over her lips. I saw that her right hand had wandered down to her crotch, causing the robe to gape open, giving me a clear view of her cleavage. Bloody hell! I thought, she’s really enjoying this! I didn’t know what to do, so just I turned again, keeping my eyes on her, wetting my own lips with my tongue.
The tension between us was palpable, but not wanting to be the first to make a move I just kept turning, three, four, five times, until I felt her hand on my waist as my back was turned. The touch was like an electric shock, but I kept turning with her hand still on my waist, until I was facing her again. As we looked at each other her other hand came up to join the first, so she had a firm hold on me.
She tucked her thumbs under the waistband of my thong, gently pulling me closer to her and the string further into my crack, making my sensitive hole tingle. Then standing on tip toes she rose up to my height and kissed me on my mouth, letting her tongue flick between my parted lips. Her robe opened and our bodies were touching, her pert, full breasts pushing against my flat chest. The sensation was indescribable, and I kissed her back hungrily, savouring the closeness between us. By now my cock was rock hard, straining against the thong material, which was tenting awkwardly between us.
Shrugging the robe from her shoulders, Jenny led me naked to the couch where we fell into each other’s arms again, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths. I was on top now, and broke away from our kiss to look down Jen’s body writhing beneath me.
Her tits were magnificent, not large by any stretch of the imagination, but perky and jutting proudly upwards, her nipples visibly erect. I couldn’t take my eyes from them and edged down her body so I could take first one, then the other nipple into my mouth. I nibbled hungrily at each, swirling my tongue wetly round the areola and kissing the soft, but firm flesh of both breasts.
Jenny was groaning beneath me, trying to grind her pubis into my nylon clad thighs. Taking that as my cue I tore myself away from her tits, and trailed my tongue wetly down her stomach and past her belly button to her honey pot.
There was a heaven and I was in it! Her pussy was completely shaven and beautifully smooth, and I buried my mouth in her sex. She was incredibly wet and I set to work with my tongue, taking long steady laps from the bottom of her vagina up to her clit. When I’d explored her fully with my tongue, I started to focus on her clit like I’d seen in pornos a thousand times, using one hand on her pubis to gently pull and expose the nub so I could get better access with my tireless mouth. My pace started to quicken and Jenny ground her hips into my face, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier.
“Uhhhh. Eat me. Eat me. Fuck me with your mouth,” she cried and that spurred me on. Her hands were on my head now, pulling me in so that I could eat her harder and faster, until she let out a cry of “Fuuuck!” holding my face to her sex with a strength that belied her size.
Her thighs had wrapped themselves around my head and I savoured the feeling of being nestled between such a beautiful women’s legs. Although I was struggling to breathe, I wouldn’t have been anywhere else! Slowly, Jen loosened her grip on me, lowering her legs and pushing my head away. She put a finger on my chin, and pushed it up, making me look her in the eye. Her eye lids were heavy, and she had beatific smile on her face. I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself – my first time with a woman and I’d made her cum!
She took my hands and pulled me back up her body, kissing me fully on my lips and savouring the taste of her own juices. By now, my cock was twitching uncontrollably and was leaking so much pre-cum that my knickers were practically dripping.
“Now, what are we going to do about you?” she asked, looking down at my tool and grasping it in her right hand.
She slowly started to gently wank me and I thought I would cum in seconds, I was so turned on. Just as I thought I was about to lose it, Jen stopped and pushed me backwards on to the couch. Her head went lower down my body until she was level with my tool and then looking me in the eye she started to slowly lick up and down my shaft. When she got to the top, she’d pop the head into her mouth swirling her tongue round the sensitive helmet. Then she’d stop, trail her tongue down to my balls and draw each in turn into her mouth, sucking them wetly. This felt absolutely amazing, but the gentle nature of it pulled me back from the edge and I felt my imminent orgasm subside. Her hands played up and down my inside thighs, every so often working their way under my butt cheeks and gently pulling them apart and then squeezing them back together.
Jen must have been doing this for a couple of minutes before she did what I hoped she would. Whenever she had parted my arse cheeks, I’d let out a stronger moan, hoping she’d take it as a cue to explore my bum further. This time she did! First I felt a single finger rest gently on my entrance and then I felt a pressure being applied as she circled her finger around the star.
She must’ve been drooling over my cock, because her finger was sliding easily around in my bum crack and her saliva that had trickled down from pleasuring my cock allowed her digit to easily pop in. When the seal had been broken I let out a massive sigh of pleasure and started to pelvic tilt gently on the slim shaft of her finger. This was amazing – with a mouth on my cock and a finger in my arse there was no way I could last for long.
“I’m going to cum,” I groaned, and this spurred Jen to work my arse harder, slipping an extra finger in, whilst bobbing her head up and down on my cock. “I’m cumming,” I cried and felt Jen’s mouth clamp down on my cock, as I shot jets of hot spunk.
When I finally stopped shaking, she took her fingers out of me and slid up to face me. She had a wicked grin on her face as she leant into kiss me and I opened my mouth to meet her lips. No wonder she was smiling! She hadn’t swallowed my load and as our tongues danced with each other I could feel and taste my salty load trickle between us. It was the most amazing feeling, being fed my own semen from the mouth of my new lover, and I hungrily took all that she’d give me.
We lay there for a while, cuddling and letting the sweat cool on our bodies. I didn’t really know what to say, but Jen broke the silence for us.
“Well. James said you had it in you and he wasn’t wrong! That was fantastic. As good a lesbian lover as I’ve had. And such a lot of cum too! Delicious. We’re going to have to do this again sometime, but for now, you’ve got to leave. I’ve got a video call for work in exactly seven minutes.”
With that she disentangled herself from my embrace, padded into the utility room and returned with my tumble-dried clothes. I was speechless! She’d gone from post-coital exhaustion to brisk and business like at the flick of a switch.
What did she mean when she’d said James thought I’d had it in me? Handing me my clothes, she told me not to worry about the lingerie I was wearing as I could return it next time (!) and watched as I wiggled into my jeans and t-shirt. Then she escorted me to the door and held it open as I pulled on my sneakers. She went on to tip-toes to kiss me on my cheek and told me she’d be in touch soon, then ushered me out of the door.
Outside, it had stopped raining and the summer sun was high in the sky, burning off the rain from the earlier downpour. I blinked my eyes against the bright light and stumbled across the driveways back to my own house. Sitting on the porch step, I waited like a naughty child, to be let into the house when my parents returned from work.
But underneath I was sporting skimpy black panties and stockings and suspenders, all ‘borrowed’ from my sister’s underwear draw.
Drenched to the bone and locked out of the house, I was having a Hugh Grant in ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’ moment: “Fuck, fuck, fuck-ity, fuck!”. What the hell was I thinking, leaving the house ‘dressed’ and without a key. I’d have to wait for mum or dad to get home, and they’d immediately use their x-ray vision to see what I was hiding under my clothes. Shit.
I was of course being completely irrational. I’d just spent the last three hours out in public and no-one had blinked an eye lid. No one could see the lingerie I was wearing. But it didn’t stop me worrying like hell. So when I heard a friendly hello from a couple of driveways down I almost jumped out of my skin.
“Hi. Are you ok?” the voice asked.
Shit. What to say? I obviously looked anxious, how could I recover from this and appear normal? Turning round, I almost forgot how worried I was. It was Jenny, our next door neighbour, too. She looked really fucking hot, soaked like me, long hair clinging to her face and neck, dressed in a crop top running bra and skimpy shorts, trainers and ankle socks. She was taking her head phones off and looking at me expectantly.
“Errr. Yeah. Fine thanks. Just, umm, locked out of the house and, you know, a bit wet,” I answered, gesturing at my soaking clothes. What the hell was I saying? I groaned inside at how stupid I sounded.
She looked at me and smiled mischievously, “Well. No need to look so upset about it. There’s nothing wrong with being wet.”
She wiped the rain and sweat from her forehead and took a swig from her water bottle, “Especially when you’re hot and wet.”
I had a lump in my throat and my mouth was bone dry. The way she said it I thought I was going to cum in my pants. It was funny and smutty and sexy all at the same time.
“It’s Chris isn’t it?” she asked.
“Err, yes,” I answered hesitantly. “Well Christian, really.”
I nervously mumbled. She looked at me with a quizzical expression, obviously not hearing me clearly from thirty metres away.
“So, Christy, do you want to come in and dry off?” she asked. I must’ve looked horrified at the suggestion, “Or at least get out of the rain until this downpour stops?”
I couldn’t believe it. This was the offer of a lifetime. Jenny was undoubtedly the hottest older woman I’d ever met. Her and her husband were in their mid thirties and had moved in a couple of years ago. They had done a massive re-modelling job on the house, and although I hadn’t seen inside, I’d heard from my parents that it was a pretty impressive project. My main memory of her was looking out of my bedroom window one evening and seeing her being escorted to the car by James, (who was in a 70’s disco suit), dressed as a Playboy bunny – heels, fishnets, basque, bunny ears. The full deal. Definitely one for the wank-bank.
In the end, she made the decision for me. There was a massive roll of thunder and a couple of seconds later a sheet of lightning flashed across the sky in the way only a summer storm can. “Come on Christy,” she said, “I’m not leaving you out here in this.”
With that I jogged across the front gardens and into her front door. Stepping over the threshold, I couldn’t help but be impressed. They’d turned a bog standard 1930’s detached house into something beautifully modern. White walls, oak flooring, mid-century furniture and vibrant prints on the walls, with plenty of natural light flooding in. It was like a Grand Designs house. Whilst I stood on the mat gawking, Jenny was taking off her trainers – obviously a no shoes house! – so I did the same.
“Wow. Nice house,” I commented, “This is really amazing.”
She wandered through the double doors at the end of the hall. “Come on through Christy,” she called back to me, “let’s see if we can get dried off.”
“It’s Christian,” I called back, following her through the doors into a massive open plan kitchen / dining room / lounge, which extended across the full width of the house. Two sets of bi-fold doors showed off the patio and landscaped garden beyond. Jen re-appeared from the utility room with a couple of white fluffy towels and threw me one, using the other to dry her hair and wipe the sweat and rain from her body.
Thanking her, I did the same, bending my head down to get to the back of my head. Then I froze again. Looking down I could see my stocking encased feet poking out from the bottom of my jeans. Shit. What to do. I decided to act natural. Or at least whatever passes as natural for a shy nineteen-year-old about to be exposed as a cross-dresser by his hot neighbour. Standing up I shuffled closer to the kitchen island unit, so she couldn’t see my feet.
“So,” she said, “what can I do you for?”
“Sorry?” I answered, hiding my confusion. I wasn’t used to this kind of banter from real adults.
“You know, what can I get you? Tea, coffee, something harder? I’m going to have a white wine. Fancy one?”
“Sure.” I answered. “Why not. It’s not morning so that’s ok, right?”
She smiled at my attempt at humour and took a couple of glasses from a cupboard and selected a bottle from the wine fridge. Pouring she continued, “What else? A change of clothes? I could put those wet ones in the dryer for you, you know.” She walked round the island and gave me the glass and I took a glug. “Or maybe just a new pair of socks…”
I almost snorted the mouthful of wine out of my nose. Looking up at her I saw that mischievous smile and then we both looked at my feet.
“Errr…it’s a… there’s a…” I stumbled, feeling myself blush. There was a lump in my throat the size of a tennis ball. I couldn’t get any words out and I knew I must be bright red.
She chuckled playfully. “No need to explain. I’d wear nylons all the time too if I had half a chance. So what are they? I love stockings the best. Tights just keep riding up on me. And please don’t let them be pop socks. I’d have to ask you to leave. Knee highs I can go with, but pop socks are a no-no.”
I looked at her and couldn’t see any malice in her face, so stuttered out my answer – stockings. She looked at me approvingly and in that look I felt as if I’d passed some kind of test. “Come on then, I’m going to get out of these sweaty clothes and the offer still stands for you too.”
She led the way back into the hallway and then up the stairs. Following her up the steps I couldn’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous arse and marvelled to myself at the turnaround in events. Not only hadn’t she freaked out, but she seemed to be taking me upstairs for sex. I was still in a daze when we got to the landing and she led me to the spare room. And that’s when the fantasy stopped.
“So – the en-suite’s through there. Leave your clothes outside and I’ll pop them in the dryer.”
I must’ve looked disappointed. This wasn’t going to end with me burying my face in her cleavage and my cock in her pussy after all. She smiled at me and just said that I’d find a towel in the bathroom and she’d leave a robe out for me. With that she turned and left, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Thinking there wasn’t much other option, I stripped off and left my clothes, lingerie included, outside the room. I stepped into the en-suite, pulled the door shut behind me and checked out the facilities which were…impressive.
This was bigger than the family bathroom at my house. Free standing bath, huge walk in shower, floor to ceiling mirror on one wall. God this was nice and quite kinky really. Whether you were in the bath or the shower you’d have a pretty good view of whatever you decided to get up to. I stepped into the shower and turned on the taps. Soon I was wet all over and I let the hot water wash away my anxieties. Fuck it. It is what it is. If she wants to tell my parents, then so be it. There’s not much I can do about it now, I decided.
I washed and conditioned my hair, used a cocoa butter body scrub on the rest of me and even douched my arse, bending over and letting the warm water from the shower head gush into my butt hole. There was a fresh razor, so I gave my legs, chest and underarms a quick once over. I’d started doing this at the beginning of summer, not having to worry any more about what anyone would say when getting changed for sports in front of my school mates.
Then I was done. I turned off the taps, grabbed a towel and dabbed myself dry. On the sink top there was a body moisturiser, scented like the shower gel, so I took a couple of handfuls and massaged it into skin. I even had a good go at my cock and balls, and of course my butt cheeks and little star – frankly this whole experience had left me equal parts confused and horny at the same time.
Looking at myself in that massive mirror as I rubbed the lotion over my slender body was a hell of a turn on. We didn’t have a mirror this big at home and I could really examine every inch of me. I was pleased to see that I’d done a good job shaving, and I was especially happy with the tidy-up of my landing strip, which I hadn’t tidied up for a couple of days. Touching my intimate areas and twisting my body so I could look at myself was getting me hot and I could feel the blood pumping into my cock, making it throb gently.
Thinking I better not do anything that might upset my host, I managed to restrain myself and returned to the bedroom. Jenny was obviously a fast worker. On the bed was the promised robe, so I picked it up and put it on. It was, to say the least, short, barely coming down to my mid-thigh. In the pockets there was another surprise for me - the cheeky cow had stuffed some panties and a pair of stockings into the pockets.
There was even a handwritten note in there, which read: “Thought you’d like to slip into something more comfortable!”
I took a deep breath and made a decision. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know about my habits. I pulled on the underwear, enjoying as always, the feel as the knickers slid up my legs until the string eased into my butt crack and my cock and balls nestled gently in the small triangle of sheer material at the front. I rolled the stockings up my legs and took another look in the mirror. I gave my hair a quick blow dry and let the bob cut frame my face in a more feminine way than I’d normally wear in public. Something was missing, so I went back into the en-suite and had a quick look in the cupboard. Sure enough there was some Vaseline so I took a dab and smeared it into my lips, making them pout glossily back at me.
I took one last look in the mirror, downed the rest of the wine, opened the bedroom door and walked downstairs.
Entering the big back-room I was greeted with a view of Jenny with her back to me leaning over the kitchen island, wearing a similar short robe to mine and not much else. She had a phone in one hand and a topped up glass of wine in the other. Her robe was riding up just enough that I could see the tops of her thighs, but not quite her butt cheeks which were filling out the terry robe material nicely. She wasn’t the tallest of women, maybe 5ft 6 to my 5ft 10, but I could see her legs were slender and well-toned from her regular runs. The sight was exquisite and I could feel my cock twitching beneath the robe.
I cleared my throat. Turning round she brightly said “Christy…” and then trailed off. She looked surprised, then gave me an appreciative look. “Well, now I’m feeling under-dressed! Let me look at you,” she said hungrily. “Here, I’ve poured you another glass.”
I took the wine and took a sip, looking for a bit of Dutch courage from the alcohol to help me handle this unusual situation.
I was definitely feeling more relaxed with her easy and accepting manner, so I did a playful twirl, trying to move with as feminine a bearing as possible, then looked at her expectantly.
“Nice. Do it again but slower. And take off the robe. I want to see all of you.”
I took another mouthful of wine and put the glass on the island, then slid off the robe and tossed it to the floor, looking Jenny in the eye all the time. Fixing my gaze on her, I turned slowly this time, then when I couldn’t maintain eye contact any more flicked my head sharply round the other way to look at her again as I continued turning. The quick flick caused my hair to fall over the right side of my face and I knew from having done this in front of the mirror at home that I must’ve looked pretty sultry.
Jenny’s mouth had parted slightly and her tongue was playing over her lips. I saw that her right hand had wandered down to her crotch, causing the robe to gape open, giving me a clear view of her cleavage. Bloody hell! I thought, she’s really enjoying this! I didn’t know what to do, so just I turned again, keeping my eyes on her, wetting my own lips with my tongue.
The tension between us was palpable, but not wanting to be the first to make a move I just kept turning, three, four, five times, until I felt her hand on my waist as my back was turned. The touch was like an electric shock, but I kept turning with her hand still on my waist, until I was facing her again. As we looked at each other her other hand came up to join the first, so she had a firm hold on me.
She tucked her thumbs under the waistband of my thong, gently pulling me closer to her and the string further into my crack, making my sensitive hole tingle. Then standing on tip toes she rose up to my height and kissed me on my mouth, letting her tongue flick between my parted lips. Her robe opened and our bodies were touching, her pert, full breasts pushing against my flat chest. The sensation was indescribable, and I kissed her back hungrily, savouring the closeness between us. By now my cock was rock hard, straining against the thong material, which was tenting awkwardly between us.
Shrugging the robe from her shoulders, Jenny led me naked to the couch where we fell into each other’s arms again, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths. I was on top now, and broke away from our kiss to look down Jen’s body writhing beneath me.
Her tits were magnificent, not large by any stretch of the imagination, but perky and jutting proudly upwards, her nipples visibly erect. I couldn’t take my eyes from them and edged down her body so I could take first one, then the other nipple into my mouth. I nibbled hungrily at each, swirling my tongue wetly round the areola and kissing the soft, but firm flesh of both breasts.
Jenny was groaning beneath me, trying to grind her pubis into my nylon clad thighs. Taking that as my cue I tore myself away from her tits, and trailed my tongue wetly down her stomach and past her belly button to her honey pot.
There was a heaven and I was in it! Her pussy was completely shaven and beautifully smooth, and I buried my mouth in her sex. She was incredibly wet and I set to work with my tongue, taking long steady laps from the bottom of her vagina up to her clit. When I’d explored her fully with my tongue, I started to focus on her clit like I’d seen in pornos a thousand times, using one hand on her pubis to gently pull and expose the nub so I could get better access with my tireless mouth. My pace started to quicken and Jenny ground her hips into my face, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier.
“Uhhhh. Eat me. Eat me. Fuck me with your mouth,” she cried and that spurred me on. Her hands were on my head now, pulling me in so that I could eat her harder and faster, until she let out a cry of “Fuuuck!” holding my face to her sex with a strength that belied her size.
Her thighs had wrapped themselves around my head and I savoured the feeling of being nestled between such a beautiful women’s legs. Although I was struggling to breathe, I wouldn’t have been anywhere else! Slowly, Jen loosened her grip on me, lowering her legs and pushing my head away. She put a finger on my chin, and pushed it up, making me look her in the eye. Her eye lids were heavy, and she had beatific smile on her face. I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself – my first time with a woman and I’d made her cum!
She took my hands and pulled me back up her body, kissing me fully on my lips and savouring the taste of her own juices. By now, my cock was twitching uncontrollably and was leaking so much pre-cum that my knickers were practically dripping.
“Now, what are we going to do about you?” she asked, looking down at my tool and grasping it in her right hand.
She slowly started to gently wank me and I thought I would cum in seconds, I was so turned on. Just as I thought I was about to lose it, Jen stopped and pushed me backwards on to the couch. Her head went lower down my body until she was level with my tool and then looking me in the eye she started to slowly lick up and down my shaft. When she got to the top, she’d pop the head into her mouth swirling her tongue round the sensitive helmet. Then she’d stop, trail her tongue down to my balls and draw each in turn into her mouth, sucking them wetly. This felt absolutely amazing, but the gentle nature of it pulled me back from the edge and I felt my imminent orgasm subside. Her hands played up and down my inside thighs, every so often working their way under my butt cheeks and gently pulling them apart and then squeezing them back together.
Jen must have been doing this for a couple of minutes before she did what I hoped she would. Whenever she had parted my arse cheeks, I’d let out a stronger moan, hoping she’d take it as a cue to explore my bum further. This time she did! First I felt a single finger rest gently on my entrance and then I felt a pressure being applied as she circled her finger around the star.
She must’ve been drooling over my cock, because her finger was sliding easily around in my bum crack and her saliva that had trickled down from pleasuring my cock allowed her digit to easily pop in. When the seal had been broken I let out a massive sigh of pleasure and started to pelvic tilt gently on the slim shaft of her finger. This was amazing – with a mouth on my cock and a finger in my arse there was no way I could last for long.
“I’m going to cum,” I groaned, and this spurred Jen to work my arse harder, slipping an extra finger in, whilst bobbing her head up and down on my cock. “I’m cumming,” I cried and felt Jen’s mouth clamp down on my cock, as I shot jets of hot spunk.
When I finally stopped shaking, she took her fingers out of me and slid up to face me. She had a wicked grin on her face as she leant into kiss me and I opened my mouth to meet her lips. No wonder she was smiling! She hadn’t swallowed my load and as our tongues danced with each other I could feel and taste my salty load trickle between us. It was the most amazing feeling, being fed my own semen from the mouth of my new lover, and I hungrily took all that she’d give me.
We lay there for a while, cuddling and letting the sweat cool on our bodies. I didn’t really know what to say, but Jen broke the silence for us.
“Well. James said you had it in you and he wasn’t wrong! That was fantastic. As good a lesbian lover as I’ve had. And such a lot of cum too! Delicious. We’re going to have to do this again sometime, but for now, you’ve got to leave. I’ve got a video call for work in exactly seven minutes.”
With that she disentangled herself from my embrace, padded into the utility room and returned with my tumble-dried clothes. I was speechless! She’d gone from post-coital exhaustion to brisk and business like at the flick of a switch.
What did she mean when she’d said James thought I’d had it in me? Handing me my clothes, she told me not to worry about the lingerie I was wearing as I could return it next time (!) and watched as I wiggled into my jeans and t-shirt. Then she escorted me to the door and held it open as I pulled on my sneakers. She went on to tip-toes to kiss me on my cheek and told me she’d be in touch soon, then ushered me out of the door.
Outside, it had stopped raining and the summer sun was high in the sky, burning off the rain from the earlier downpour. I blinked my eyes against the bright light and stumbled across the driveways back to my own house. Sitting on the porch step, I waited like a naughty child, to be let into the house when my parents returned from work.
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