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A couple of weeks went by after having met up with Riley,the sister of my wife’s best friend in an unsuspecting adventure with another friend. I knew that sooner or later, Riley would come calling, solo.
I was out mowing the yard when I felt the buzz of my cell phone in my back pocket. I glanced at it and it was Riley. I stepped under a shade tree and returned the call.
“When you finish mowing,” Riley remarked, with not even so much as a greeting, “Do you want to come by and shower?”
Beth, my wife, was gone shopping for the day with friends, so I knew I had the time. Her invitation was one I couldn’t resist.
“Sure,” I responded to the invite,” Let me finish the front yard.”
“Don’t take too long,” Riley responded.
I promised I wouldn’t.
It quickly finished the front yard and shoved the mower into the garage. I tossed on a fresh shirt and headed over to Riley’s apartment.
Riley peeked around the door as she opened it and I quickly stepped into her small apartment. As I turned to greet her, I realized she was butt-ass naked. She stood and smiled as lowered my head and scratched the back of my neck.
Riley stepped close to me, pressing her breasts against me, slipping her hands up under my polo shirt and feeling my chest. She pulled my polo shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. She took a step back and smiled.
“Why don’t you get undressed and join me in the shower?” Riley inquired, biting down on her lower lip.
She didn’t have to say anything else. Spending time alone with Riley was both exhilarating and fun. She had the type of model-like body any guy would crave.
Riley and I spent about an hour pleasuring each other to the heights of ecstasy. It was easy to get excited being around Riley. She eluded a sex appeal that was undeniable. She seemed to enjoy the intimate time we spent together.
I looked at Riley sprawled on her bed, her pink pussy still dripping with my cum, a smile on her face, as I got dressed and pulled up on the zipper of my blue jeans. I thanked Riley for the shower.
“Any time, babe!” she replied. I slipped out of her bedroom and down the hallway. Suddenly, I saw a quick flash of a figure. Stunned, I stopped and waited to see who it was. A few second later, she emerged from her bedroom. When she saw me, she stopped and we both stared at each awkwardly for a good five or six seconds.
Samantha was twenty one. I had seen her only in photos – the photos on the mantel over the fire place. Seeing her in person, was jaw dropping. She had her mother’s beautiful blue eyes and shapely body, only Samantha was thinner and not as top heavy.
“I’m sorry,” Samantha remarked upon seeing me.
“I’m Robert,” I replied, introducing myself.
“I’m Samantha,” Riley’s daughter replied. It was though I was seeing a double of Riley.
I think I stammered out something innocuous, like “How’s the weather?” or perhaps, “Cool day.” I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I do remember is that it was an awkward moment, stepping out of Riley’s bedroom, and coming face to face with her college-aged daughter. I slipped silently past her and out the front door.
I was backing out of the parking lot, when I saw Samantha bouncing down the stairs, an object in her hand, waving at me.
I stopped as Samantha approached my car. I rolled down the passenger side window and Samantha leaned in, extending her hand and arm, and handed my cell phone. I couldn’t help but notice how she very much she resembled her mother.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“I figured, you might need it,” Samantha replied with a smile.
Crazy, fanciful thoughts ran through my head. She was sexy, and cute.
“You look just like your mother,” I replied. Samantha smiled.
“Yeah, but I am not half as crazy as she is,” Samantha replied.
“Crazy is relative,” I replied.
“No, crazy is not closing the bedroom door,” Samantha replied.
I apologized. I pretended to be embarrassed.
“That’s OK,” Samantha replied, “I know what sex is …”
Samantha’s voice trailed off, but her silly grin never left her cherub-like face. I could very easily see straight down her very loose fitting button down shirt as she leaned in the passenger side window of my car. Hr unintended boob flash, I was pretty sure, was not unintentional.
“You should come and go swimming sometime,” Samantha added. “I think you’d like our pool.”
“I may just have to do that,” I replied, proffering a wink. I watched as Samantha turned and walked away, her home-made cut off blue jean shorts, riding up the crack of her perfectly round ass. I had to catch myself. She was only twenty one.
As much as I liked Riley, I couldn’t get Samantha out of my head, so I was pleasantly surprised when I got an unexpected call from Riley’s cell a couple of days later and heard Samantha’s voice.
“Mom has taken off to Colorado for a few days,” Samantha began. “I’m bored.”
Wild thoughts raced through my head.
“Do you want to come and join me at the pool?” Samantha inquired.
I gave several excuses why I shouldn’t, but Samantha was persistent.
“Pleeease,” she begged.
I had nothing better to do, so I grabbed a towel, slipped on my swimming trunks and headed over the Ridgecrest Apartments. I texted Samantha and she told me she would meet me at the pool.
I pulled up and parked. The pool gate clanged shut behind me and I settled on to a chase lounge by the glistening waters of the pool. There was only one other person, an older lady, sitting at the pool and she appeared to be asleep.
A few minutes later, Samantha appeared, a towel wrapped around her waist. Her long brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail and she carried an over-sized straw bag. She took up a seat next to me and smiled.
“Thanks for coming over.” Samantha remarked as she spread out her towel on the chase lounge. Her bikini was a heart stopper. Oh my God! Her girlish figure was perfect, the hot pink bikini top barely containing her 36c cup boobs.
Samantha dug in her over-sized bag and took out a tube of sun block, which she applied very liberally to her legs and arms and her upper torso as she sat on the chase lounge next to me.
“Can you?” she inquired, stretching out her hand in my direction. She turned and positioned her back towards me. I squirted the lotion into my palm, as she pulled her hair over her shoulder. I applied the lotion to her back, being careful to not go into any forbidden areas.
“Thanks,” Samantha replied, settling back on to the chase lounge. Droplets of sweat had already formed under her chin and trickled down her chest, between her luscious melons. I tried to make small-talk.
“So how long is your mother going to be in Colorado? I inquired.
“About a week,” Samantha responded.
“So you’re all alone for a week?” I inquired.
“Yes,” Samantha replied.
“You’re not working anywhere?” I inquired.
“No, but I baby sit on occasions,” Samantha replied.
Samantha reached into her over sized bag and took out a beer. She popped the top of the metal can and took a sip. Then, she looked over at me.
“Do you want one?” she inquired.
I am not a big beer drinker, but when a hot young lady offers up a beer, I knew I couldn’t and shouldn’t pass. Samantha hand me a beer and I popped the top, and took a sip.
“As hot as it is,” I remarked, “This is not going to last.”
“Oh, I have plenty,” Samantha replied with a smile. “We could drink for days before we’d have to make a beer run.”
The heat was on. I took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Can I ask a question?” I inquired.
“Sure,” Samantha responded.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.
Samantha guffawed.
“I had one, but all he wanted to do was...well...you know,” Samantha replied, taking a sip from her beer.
I nodded my head.
“I understand,” I replied.
“Actually,” Samantha remarked, “I’m still a virgin.”
"No way!” I replied in astonishment.
“I am waiting for the right time,” Samantha remarked. She took another sip from her beer.
“How will you know?” I inquired.
Samantha looked in my direction.
“I don’t know, but, I’m sure when it happens, it will be pretty special,” she replied. “Besides, I’m waiting for a more mature guy, someone who knows what he is doing, not some college punk.”
The pool water was cool and inviting. Samantha took a few laps across the pool while I just waded around. I watched as she pulled herself up on the pool deck, the water dripping off her 36-24-36 compact body. She sat on the edge of deck, her legs in the water.
I swam towards Samantha. I playfully grabbed her ankle and gave it a tug. She kicked loose and laughed as I fell back in the water. The beer had taken its affect on both of us. I had a slight buzz and I was pretty sure Samantha did as well.
“Do you have a tongue piecing?” I asked, taking note of Samantha’s oral jewelry.
Samantha stuck out her tongue and wiggled it back and forth.
“You shouldn’t tease like that,” I remarked.
Samantha laughed.
“What?” she asked, with a mischievous smile, “You can’t handle it?”
“Oh, I can handle it,” I replied, “But you’re the virgin.”
I was laying down the challenge. The beer buzz was in full effect. I slipped over to the side of the pool and stretched out my arms on the edge of the pool deck, facing Samantha, who stood chest deep in the pool water about arm’s reach from me.
Samantha playfully splashed me.
“You just want it, so bad, don’t you?” Samantha teased, lowering her head and shaking it from side to side.
“Hey, I’m a guy,” I replied.
“Yes you are,” Samantha acknowledged.
Samantha pulled herself up on the pool deck edge beside me. I watched at the water streamed off her tight little body. Her nipples were strong and erect, pressing against the wet fabric of her bikini top. No amount of adjustment was going to hide her nipple arousal.
“I’m staying right where I am,” I remarked as Samantha tried in vain, to readjust her top.
Samantha returned to her chaise lounge. She positioned herself on her stomach, her head cradled into her folded arms. She pulled at the strings to her bikini top and allowed them to fall to her side.
I quickly settled on to my own chaise lounge, taking a quick peek at Samantha’s firm bubble butt, barely covered and peeking out from under her very tiny pink bikini bottom. I propped myself up on my elbows, my head resting on a hand under my chin.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Samantha asked.
I looked over at her.
“I am thinking about potatoes,” I replied.
“Potatoes?” Samantha shot back. “Why potatoes?”
“I always think about potatoes when I am frustrated,” I replied.
“Like that is my fault?” Samantha shot back.
“Yes,” I replied, “Yes it is.”
Samantha smiled. She propped herself up on her elbows, totally forgetting she had untied her bikini top. I closed my eyes and held them closed.
“I’d be lying,” Samantha remarked, “If I said I didn’t find you attractive and interesting...”
I opened my eyes. Her luscious boobs were hanging uncovered, right in front of me.
“But,” Samantha continued. I hated that word “but”.
“But...I don’t know if I am ready.”
I could feel the sting of rejection setting in.
“But...if I were you’d be the one I would want to do it with.”
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
“I’m horny, we’re out of beer and your boobs are driving me freaking insane,” I remarked.
Samantha peered down and quickly covered herself.
“Oh my gawd! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, trying to insure she was properly covered. She quickly retied her bikini top strings behind her back. “Oh my gosh,” she repeated, “I really, really am sorry!”
“It’s not the first time I have seen boobs,” I replied.
Samantha turned and sat up, facing me. “Do you want to go up to the apartment?” she asked.
“That might be a bit dangerous,” I replied.
Samantha laughed.
“I live precariously,” she replied, biting down on her lower lip, as she pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder, while running her fingers through the strands.
“Besides, we’re out of beer,” she added.
I turned on to my side on the chaise lounge. I propped my head on my hand and smiled.
“So were going for beer?” I inquired.
“Beer and whatever else you want,” Samantha responded. We headed for the apartment. It was a short walk. I was thinking as fast as I could.
As soon as we entered the apartment, Samantha turned and pushed herself against me, her hand grabbing my manhood through the fabric of my swimming trunks Her aggressiveness caught me totally off guard. I stepped back against the wall and looked down at her, since she was a great deal shorter than me.
Our lips met in a fiery burst of unbridled passion. I slipped my arms and hands around her tiny waist and pulled her in, as close as I could, my erection pressing against her upper abdomen.
I pulled at the string ties of her bikini top. She took a step back and allowed it to fall from her body. Her nipples were calling out to be touched. I gingerly placed a hand over her right breast and teasingly massaged it, running my fingers over her rock hard nipple. Samantha let out a soft moan as I slipped a lone finger along the outer edge of her bikini bottoms.
“Please be gentle,” Samantha whispered.
“Do you have protection?” I asked.
“I’m on the pill,” Samantha responded. “We’re safe.”
I took Samantha’s hand and lead her into her bedroom. She climbed on to her bed and I joined her. I slipped a finger under the sides of her bikini bottoms and slowly peeled them down her tanned thighs and past her knees and ankles.
I gently pushed her thighs apart and lowered my head between them, kissing the inside of her thighs. Samantha softly moaned her approval. Her arms were stretched out over her head, and her hands balled into fists. Her pussy glistened with droplets of moisture. She had a neatly close cropped strip of golden brown hair pubic hair that pointed towards her bright pink pussy.
I put my mouth directly onto her slit and hummed. Samantha moaned and let out a deep breath. I slipped a finger on either side of her pussy and spread her wings. She shuddered ever so slightly at my touch. I flicked my tongue over her hood and then gently sucked on it.
“Oh my fucking...gawd,” Samantha breathlessly moaned.
I alternated between my tongue and using my fingers to bring her to her first climax. I worked my fingers back and forth over her g-spot. Suddenly, she shuddered as the first orgasmic wave rolled through her body, her legs involuntarily clamping shut on my head. I moved my fingers back and forth feverishly.
“Oh...oh...oh!” Samantha exclaimed.
I slowly worked my way up her body with kisses to her abdomen and then to her luscious breasts, where I spent a great deal of time, sucking on her pencil eraser-tip-like nipples.
By the time I made my way to the nape of her neck, the head of my cock was positioned right at the entry to Samantha’s pussy. I slipped my hand on to my shaft and worked the head of my cock around the entrance to her pussy. I slipped the end of my cock into her pussy and pushed. I placed my hands on either side of Samantha’s ribs and straightened my arms. I looked down at her.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Samantha looked back at me.
“We’ve come this far,” she remarked, “Go for it.”
I pushed against her hymen and she grimaced as I pushed through the barrier. I plunged my cock deep inside her virgin pussy. As I worked my cock back and forth, feverishly, Samantha locked her hands around my neck and pulled me in closer. Our lips met and a lustful, uncontrollable fire seemed to break out. Our tongues explored the inner recesses of each other’s soul .
Suddenly, Samantha’s entire body shuddered. I exploded, at the same time, releasing everything I had, deep into her virgin pussy.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Samantha exclaimed as her body tensed. She beat her clinched fists on my bare shoulders. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and then suddenly she went limp. I collapsed on top of her and then rolled to her side. I closed my eyes. It was the singularly most intense orgasmic experience I had ever felt.
Samantha wasn’t out for long.
“I can still feel you in me,” Samantha remarked, her eyes fluttering open. “Oh! My Gawd!”
Samantha rolled on to her side and slipped a leg over mine, her head and hand resting on my chest.
“You are good,” she whispered, running her hand through my chest hair, as she added, “…very, very good.”
I had never experienced anyone like Samantha. We lay in her bed, kissing and cuddling for a good half hour. It didn’t take much for me to quickly develop a second hard-on. What I had thought would be a short fuck session, turned into a marathon. Samantha had an energetic sex drive that seemed insatiable. It was like she was a fine tuned sports car, stuck in overdrive.
The time flew by and before either of us knew it, it was dark outside. I left Samantha sleeping naked on her bed as I retreated quickly back to my house. I felt guilty as hell, taking advantage of Samantha, so I stepped outside on my patio, and called her, before climbing into my own bed.
“You abandoned me,” Samantha remarked.
“No,” I replied, “You fell asleep.”
“I’m sorry,” Samantha replied, “It’s just that you took every ounce of my energy.”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’ve got a RedBull. I am wide awake and I’m still naked...“
I was out mowing the yard when I felt the buzz of my cell phone in my back pocket. I glanced at it and it was Riley. I stepped under a shade tree and returned the call.
“When you finish mowing,” Riley remarked, with not even so much as a greeting, “Do you want to come by and shower?”
Beth, my wife, was gone shopping for the day with friends, so I knew I had the time. Her invitation was one I couldn’t resist.
“Sure,” I responded to the invite,” Let me finish the front yard.”
“Don’t take too long,” Riley responded.
I promised I wouldn’t.
It quickly finished the front yard and shoved the mower into the garage. I tossed on a fresh shirt and headed over to Riley’s apartment.
Riley peeked around the door as she opened it and I quickly stepped into her small apartment. As I turned to greet her, I realized she was butt-ass naked. She stood and smiled as lowered my head and scratched the back of my neck.
Riley stepped close to me, pressing her breasts against me, slipping her hands up under my polo shirt and feeling my chest. She pulled my polo shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. She took a step back and smiled.
“Why don’t you get undressed and join me in the shower?” Riley inquired, biting down on her lower lip.
She didn’t have to say anything else. Spending time alone with Riley was both exhilarating and fun. She had the type of model-like body any guy would crave.
Riley and I spent about an hour pleasuring each other to the heights of ecstasy. It was easy to get excited being around Riley. She eluded a sex appeal that was undeniable. She seemed to enjoy the intimate time we spent together.
I looked at Riley sprawled on her bed, her pink pussy still dripping with my cum, a smile on her face, as I got dressed and pulled up on the zipper of my blue jeans. I thanked Riley for the shower.
“Any time, babe!” she replied. I slipped out of her bedroom and down the hallway. Suddenly, I saw a quick flash of a figure. Stunned, I stopped and waited to see who it was. A few second later, she emerged from her bedroom. When she saw me, she stopped and we both stared at each awkwardly for a good five or six seconds.
Samantha was twenty one. I had seen her only in photos – the photos on the mantel over the fire place. Seeing her in person, was jaw dropping. She had her mother’s beautiful blue eyes and shapely body, only Samantha was thinner and not as top heavy.
“I’m sorry,” Samantha remarked upon seeing me.
“I’m Robert,” I replied, introducing myself.
“I’m Samantha,” Riley’s daughter replied. It was though I was seeing a double of Riley.
I think I stammered out something innocuous, like “How’s the weather?” or perhaps, “Cool day.” I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I do remember is that it was an awkward moment, stepping out of Riley’s bedroom, and coming face to face with her college-aged daughter. I slipped silently past her and out the front door.
I was backing out of the parking lot, when I saw Samantha bouncing down the stairs, an object in her hand, waving at me.
I stopped as Samantha approached my car. I rolled down the passenger side window and Samantha leaned in, extending her hand and arm, and handed my cell phone. I couldn’t help but notice how she very much she resembled her mother.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“I figured, you might need it,” Samantha replied with a smile.
Crazy, fanciful thoughts ran through my head. She was sexy, and cute.
“You look just like your mother,” I replied. Samantha smiled.
“Yeah, but I am not half as crazy as she is,” Samantha replied.
“Crazy is relative,” I replied.
“No, crazy is not closing the bedroom door,” Samantha replied.
I apologized. I pretended to be embarrassed.
“That’s OK,” Samantha replied, “I know what sex is …”
Samantha’s voice trailed off, but her silly grin never left her cherub-like face. I could very easily see straight down her very loose fitting button down shirt as she leaned in the passenger side window of my car. Hr unintended boob flash, I was pretty sure, was not unintentional.
“You should come and go swimming sometime,” Samantha added. “I think you’d like our pool.”
“I may just have to do that,” I replied, proffering a wink. I watched as Samantha turned and walked away, her home-made cut off blue jean shorts, riding up the crack of her perfectly round ass. I had to catch myself. She was only twenty one.
As much as I liked Riley, I couldn’t get Samantha out of my head, so I was pleasantly surprised when I got an unexpected call from Riley’s cell a couple of days later and heard Samantha’s voice.
“Mom has taken off to Colorado for a few days,” Samantha began. “I’m bored.”
Wild thoughts raced through my head.
“Do you want to come and join me at the pool?” Samantha inquired.
I gave several excuses why I shouldn’t, but Samantha was persistent.
“Pleeease,” she begged.
I had nothing better to do, so I grabbed a towel, slipped on my swimming trunks and headed over the Ridgecrest Apartments. I texted Samantha and she told me she would meet me at the pool.
I pulled up and parked. The pool gate clanged shut behind me and I settled on to a chase lounge by the glistening waters of the pool. There was only one other person, an older lady, sitting at the pool and she appeared to be asleep.
A few minutes later, Samantha appeared, a towel wrapped around her waist. Her long brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail and she carried an over-sized straw bag. She took up a seat next to me and smiled.
“Thanks for coming over.” Samantha remarked as she spread out her towel on the chase lounge. Her bikini was a heart stopper. Oh my God! Her girlish figure was perfect, the hot pink bikini top barely containing her 36c cup boobs.
Samantha dug in her over-sized bag and took out a tube of sun block, which she applied very liberally to her legs and arms and her upper torso as she sat on the chase lounge next to me.
“Can you?” she inquired, stretching out her hand in my direction. She turned and positioned her back towards me. I squirted the lotion into my palm, as she pulled her hair over her shoulder. I applied the lotion to her back, being careful to not go into any forbidden areas.
“Thanks,” Samantha replied, settling back on to the chase lounge. Droplets of sweat had already formed under her chin and trickled down her chest, between her luscious melons. I tried to make small-talk.
“So how long is your mother going to be in Colorado? I inquired.
“About a week,” Samantha responded.
“So you’re all alone for a week?” I inquired.
“Yes,” Samantha replied.
“You’re not working anywhere?” I inquired.
“No, but I baby sit on occasions,” Samantha replied.
Samantha reached into her over sized bag and took out a beer. She popped the top of the metal can and took a sip. Then, she looked over at me.
“Do you want one?” she inquired.
I am not a big beer drinker, but when a hot young lady offers up a beer, I knew I couldn’t and shouldn’t pass. Samantha hand me a beer and I popped the top, and took a sip.
“As hot as it is,” I remarked, “This is not going to last.”
“Oh, I have plenty,” Samantha replied with a smile. “We could drink for days before we’d have to make a beer run.”
The heat was on. I took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Can I ask a question?” I inquired.
“Sure,” Samantha responded.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked.
Samantha guffawed.
“I had one, but all he wanted to do was...well...you know,” Samantha replied, taking a sip from her beer.
I nodded my head.
“I understand,” I replied.
“Actually,” Samantha remarked, “I’m still a virgin.”
"No way!” I replied in astonishment.
“I am waiting for the right time,” Samantha remarked. She took another sip from her beer.
“How will you know?” I inquired.
Samantha looked in my direction.
“I don’t know, but, I’m sure when it happens, it will be pretty special,” she replied. “Besides, I’m waiting for a more mature guy, someone who knows what he is doing, not some college punk.”
The pool water was cool and inviting. Samantha took a few laps across the pool while I just waded around. I watched as she pulled herself up on the pool deck, the water dripping off her 36-24-36 compact body. She sat on the edge of deck, her legs in the water.
I swam towards Samantha. I playfully grabbed her ankle and gave it a tug. She kicked loose and laughed as I fell back in the water. The beer had taken its affect on both of us. I had a slight buzz and I was pretty sure Samantha did as well.
“Do you have a tongue piecing?” I asked, taking note of Samantha’s oral jewelry.
Samantha stuck out her tongue and wiggled it back and forth.
“You shouldn’t tease like that,” I remarked.
Samantha laughed.
“What?” she asked, with a mischievous smile, “You can’t handle it?”
“Oh, I can handle it,” I replied, “But you’re the virgin.”
I was laying down the challenge. The beer buzz was in full effect. I slipped over to the side of the pool and stretched out my arms on the edge of the pool deck, facing Samantha, who stood chest deep in the pool water about arm’s reach from me.
Samantha playfully splashed me.
“You just want it, so bad, don’t you?” Samantha teased, lowering her head and shaking it from side to side.
“Hey, I’m a guy,” I replied.
“Yes you are,” Samantha acknowledged.
Samantha pulled herself up on the pool deck edge beside me. I watched at the water streamed off her tight little body. Her nipples were strong and erect, pressing against the wet fabric of her bikini top. No amount of adjustment was going to hide her nipple arousal.
“I’m staying right where I am,” I remarked as Samantha tried in vain, to readjust her top.
Samantha returned to her chaise lounge. She positioned herself on her stomach, her head cradled into her folded arms. She pulled at the strings to her bikini top and allowed them to fall to her side.
I quickly settled on to my own chaise lounge, taking a quick peek at Samantha’s firm bubble butt, barely covered and peeking out from under her very tiny pink bikini bottom. I propped myself up on my elbows, my head resting on a hand under my chin.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Samantha asked.
I looked over at her.
“I am thinking about potatoes,” I replied.
“Potatoes?” Samantha shot back. “Why potatoes?”
“I always think about potatoes when I am frustrated,” I replied.
“Like that is my fault?” Samantha shot back.
“Yes,” I replied, “Yes it is.”
Samantha smiled. She propped herself up on her elbows, totally forgetting she had untied her bikini top. I closed my eyes and held them closed.
“I’d be lying,” Samantha remarked, “If I said I didn’t find you attractive and interesting...”
I opened my eyes. Her luscious boobs were hanging uncovered, right in front of me.
“But,” Samantha continued. I hated that word “but”.
“But...I don’t know if I am ready.”
I could feel the sting of rejection setting in.
“But...if I were you’d be the one I would want to do it with.”
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
“I’m horny, we’re out of beer and your boobs are driving me freaking insane,” I remarked.
Samantha peered down and quickly covered herself.
“Oh my gawd! I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, trying to insure she was properly covered. She quickly retied her bikini top strings behind her back. “Oh my gosh,” she repeated, “I really, really am sorry!”
“It’s not the first time I have seen boobs,” I replied.
Samantha turned and sat up, facing me. “Do you want to go up to the apartment?” she asked.
“That might be a bit dangerous,” I replied.
Samantha laughed.
“I live precariously,” she replied, biting down on her lower lip, as she pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder, while running her fingers through the strands.
“Besides, we’re out of beer,” she added.
I turned on to my side on the chaise lounge. I propped my head on my hand and smiled.
“So were going for beer?” I inquired.
“Beer and whatever else you want,” Samantha responded. We headed for the apartment. It was a short walk. I was thinking as fast as I could.
As soon as we entered the apartment, Samantha turned and pushed herself against me, her hand grabbing my manhood through the fabric of my swimming trunks Her aggressiveness caught me totally off guard. I stepped back against the wall and looked down at her, since she was a great deal shorter than me.
Our lips met in a fiery burst of unbridled passion. I slipped my arms and hands around her tiny waist and pulled her in, as close as I could, my erection pressing against her upper abdomen.
I pulled at the string ties of her bikini top. She took a step back and allowed it to fall from her body. Her nipples were calling out to be touched. I gingerly placed a hand over her right breast and teasingly massaged it, running my fingers over her rock hard nipple. Samantha let out a soft moan as I slipped a lone finger along the outer edge of her bikini bottoms.
“Please be gentle,” Samantha whispered.
“Do you have protection?” I asked.
“I’m on the pill,” Samantha responded. “We’re safe.”
I took Samantha’s hand and lead her into her bedroom. She climbed on to her bed and I joined her. I slipped a finger under the sides of her bikini bottoms and slowly peeled them down her tanned thighs and past her knees and ankles.
I gently pushed her thighs apart and lowered my head between them, kissing the inside of her thighs. Samantha softly moaned her approval. Her arms were stretched out over her head, and her hands balled into fists. Her pussy glistened with droplets of moisture. She had a neatly close cropped strip of golden brown hair pubic hair that pointed towards her bright pink pussy.
I put my mouth directly onto her slit and hummed. Samantha moaned and let out a deep breath. I slipped a finger on either side of her pussy and spread her wings. She shuddered ever so slightly at my touch. I flicked my tongue over her hood and then gently sucked on it.
“Oh my fucking...gawd,” Samantha breathlessly moaned.
I alternated between my tongue and using my fingers to bring her to her first climax. I worked my fingers back and forth over her g-spot. Suddenly, she shuddered as the first orgasmic wave rolled through her body, her legs involuntarily clamping shut on my head. I moved my fingers back and forth feverishly.
“Oh...oh...oh!” Samantha exclaimed.
I slowly worked my way up her body with kisses to her abdomen and then to her luscious breasts, where I spent a great deal of time, sucking on her pencil eraser-tip-like nipples.
By the time I made my way to the nape of her neck, the head of my cock was positioned right at the entry to Samantha’s pussy. I slipped my hand on to my shaft and worked the head of my cock around the entrance to her pussy. I slipped the end of my cock into her pussy and pushed. I placed my hands on either side of Samantha’s ribs and straightened my arms. I looked down at her.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
Samantha looked back at me.
“We’ve come this far,” she remarked, “Go for it.”
I pushed against her hymen and she grimaced as I pushed through the barrier. I plunged my cock deep inside her virgin pussy. As I worked my cock back and forth, feverishly, Samantha locked her hands around my neck and pulled me in closer. Our lips met and a lustful, uncontrollable fire seemed to break out. Our tongues explored the inner recesses of each other’s soul .
Suddenly, Samantha’s entire body shuddered. I exploded, at the same time, releasing everything I had, deep into her virgin pussy.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Samantha exclaimed as her body tensed. She beat her clinched fists on my bare shoulders. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and then suddenly she went limp. I collapsed on top of her and then rolled to her side. I closed my eyes. It was the singularly most intense orgasmic experience I had ever felt.
Samantha wasn’t out for long.
“I can still feel you in me,” Samantha remarked, her eyes fluttering open. “Oh! My Gawd!”
Samantha rolled on to her side and slipped a leg over mine, her head and hand resting on my chest.
“You are good,” she whispered, running her hand through my chest hair, as she added, “…very, very good.”
I had never experienced anyone like Samantha. We lay in her bed, kissing and cuddling for a good half hour. It didn’t take much for me to quickly develop a second hard-on. What I had thought would be a short fuck session, turned into a marathon. Samantha had an energetic sex drive that seemed insatiable. It was like she was a fine tuned sports car, stuck in overdrive.
The time flew by and before either of us knew it, it was dark outside. I left Samantha sleeping naked on her bed as I retreated quickly back to my house. I felt guilty as hell, taking advantage of Samantha, so I stepped outside on my patio, and called her, before climbing into my own bed.
“You abandoned me,” Samantha remarked.
“No,” I replied, “You fell asleep.”
“I’m sorry,” Samantha replied, “It’s just that you took every ounce of my energy.”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’ve got a RedBull. I am wide awake and I’m still naked...“
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