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"Spanish Exchange Student & Middle-Aged Guy"
Eliya had been an exchange student from Spain about six years ago; she'd stayed, had a good time etc. Fast-forward and she'd come back to Sydney after finishing her degree in Spain to see my daughter and see a little of Aussie. My daughter rang and asked if Eliya could stay a few days on her slow haul up the east coast. No problem said I and I picked her up from the bus terminal one Tuesday morning.
Now Eliya 6 years ago was stunning. Now, Eliya at 22, was get-the-fuck-outta-here gorgeous. Smooth olive skin, long, thick brunette hair, dark eyes. She was about 5'10", tall and slender. As she hopped off the bus I knew it was her, mostly because every male within 50 yards stopped to stare. She ignored it all, just looking around. I waved and she ambled over with her bag. She was dishevelled from the shitty trip and dressed in simple trackies, sneakers and a tight white deep V-neck singlet with no bra. I damn near dropped, as did every other male. The singlet looked amazing against her olive skin and her firm B cups stood out like little jellies.
We jumped in the car and she filled me in on her adventures and college life, what her parents were doing blah blah. She was the most unaffected beautiful girl I'd met. I'd meet them from time to time in my previous life in the banking industry and snotty princesses were just a pain in the ass; dull, no conversation, the world owed them a favour, you were graced by their presence. Yawn, and fuck off in the nicest possible way was my general attitude when I came across them.
Eliya flicked her hair back, laughed, chatted, gazed out the window and was enthusiastic about everything; in a nutshell, she was a hell of a nice girl.
We got to the house and settled her in. I went off to do some shopping and came back with lunch; had a glass of wine and then left again. I had an appointment and would be away for the afternoon. Eliya was going to have a shower and chill with a book or something. I was on the highway when I remembered the dry cleaning. Shit. If I didn't drop it off today I'd miss the trousers I needed for a Thursday night function. With a sigh I turned around and headed back.
I came into the house through the side gate and walked down the hallway. As I passed the spare room I ducked my head in and started to ask Eliya if she wanted any dry-cleaning done.
Now, if you've ever caught anyone masturbating, I reckon there's a fine line between who's more embarrassed - the catchee or the catcher. Time froze; she was on the bed, just 2 feet from the door, naked, knees in the air, legs spread and her hand pumping that clit for all it was worth. She was flushed and moments from orgasm. She looked up in horror, I looked on in horror, but not too horror-struck to take in a neatly trimmed bush and very dark, very erect nipples with next to no areola.
She placed her hand over her pussy as I mumbled something about dry-cleaning... I didn't wait for an answer but turned, picked up the bag in my room and came back. I had to say something.
'I am so sorry!' I said, 'I should have called out, or knocked or... '
She was scarlet, she'd wrapped the towel around her, but as she looked up she grinned. 'It was a long bus trip,' she said. 'I just needed to relax and get some sleep.'
I laughed and said, 'Yup, that works for me... if it's any consolation I wack off every night so believe me everyone does it... besides, you ain't got nothing on the time I got caught.'
And I proceeded to tell her about the time I was caught rubbing one out in the work showers after a gym class. We laughed, I asked her again about the dry cleaning, maybe a clean towel... and she laughed and said, 'go, I need to finish off!'
I went on my way. I did my meeting and I was heading back to the car when I saw a shop called The Tool Shed. Knowing what it was I leapt in on the spur of the moment and bought her a small vibrator. It was one of those small finger ones that attached with a band. If she was ready to laugh about it, I'd give it to her and all would be smoothed over.
I got back to the house. She was out by the pool so I mixed a jug of Sangria and wandered out. God she was beautiful in a little red bikini, golden thighs drawn up and her tits champing to get out of that top.
She looked up as I came out and grinned self-consciously. 'Nice of you to make some noise this time,' she said. Bingo! She was cool about it. I laughed and said I came bearing gifts so that I could apologise. I presented her with a drink and then said, 'I found a little something on my travels... at least if I hear the buzzing I'll know to bugger off, since you don't believe in closing doors.' At first she didn't know what it was until she'd strapped it on to her finger then recognition flared and she laughed hilariously. It broke the ice and we settled in for the evening, saying no more about it.
I took her out to a local hotspot restaurant and we had a nice night with a couple of beers and a bottle of wine. The big test as to whether a woman is a princess or not is whether she drinks beers, and Eliya lapped 'em up. I wasn't coming on to her or anything and we just talked about her studies, Spain, her travels and all the rest of it. We got home, had coffee and a cognac then decided it was time to turn in.
I had my shower and then headed back out to the lounge in my boxers to turn on the alarm system. As I passed her room, she stopped with me with a 'Hey!' I ducked my head in. She was propped up in bed with her little singlet on, sheet across her thighs. 'Your little machine doesn't work!' 'Oh no,' I said, laughing. 'What's the problem?' I came in and she unstrapped it and handed it to me. I flicked the switch a couple of times, thinking 'Jesus, its sticky!' 'Hmmm,' I said, 'maybe it just needs a new battery.' I was getting erect so I turned and walked out saying 'There're batteries in the kitchen.'
She padded after me and when I got to kitchen I turned and took her in. That tight singlet caressed every curve of her perky tits and clung to her stomach like cling film. It stopped around her pubic area and it was all I could do to not look down.
I rummaged in the cupboard for batteries, by this time almost fully erect. My boxers were white, tight cotton ones that showed everything. I turned with the batteries and just focussed on getting one into the little vibrator. I flicked the switch and voila! Bzzzzzz. Success. Eliya looked up from my crotch. I licked my suddenly very dry lips and gave a sort of strangled moan. 'Ummm... shall we see if it works?'
She sort of grinned in a seductive way and nodded. I took her hips and moved her back to the kitchen bar stool and settled her on it. She didn't say anything, just breathed through her mouth as I pulled her knees apart and knelt. I strapped the little vibrator onto my thumb and turned it on. It buzzed quietly and she opened her legs even more.
What I hadn't seen in the room was her gorgeous pussy lips, they were fat and brown and crinkled and stood out from her mound a good inch. They were puffy with desire and she'd shaved the surrounding lips. I could see her clit, very full and popping out of her little hood. Her pubic hair was thick, but trimmed. I placed the buzzing vibrator on her clit and started working her. She gasped and I pulled her lips apart with my other hand to give me better access. Her pussy was pink and wet, beads of moisture oozing out. I stroked her cunt and then inserted my other thumb while moving the vibrator over her clit. She was breathing heavily now and I bent my head to lick her, flicking my tongue over her thick pussy lips, catching a throbbing, engorged clit. I kept licking, flicking my tongue in and out, tasting her sweet pussy juice. She had opened her legs as wide as she could and was moaning loudly now. I kept licking until she shuddered and jumped with her orgasm. I came up kissing her pubes and belly button as she slowly recovered.
'Oh my God,' she said, 'oh my god.' I sat on the stool as she stood up, slipping her top off, with her tits bouncing against the material as she drew the singlet over her head. I pulled my boxers off and my cock sprang out. I'm about 7 inches and quite thick and I leak pre-cum like a sieve when I'm turned on. I was so hard it almost ached.
She grabbed some cushions from the couch and came back to kneel between my legs. The first thing she did was lick all the pre-cum from my knob, slowly stroking more out of me. Then she wrapped her mouth around my cock, swirling her tongue all over my shaft and stoking me at the same time. Her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing my nuts, raking my ball sack with her nails. She continued licking and sucking, stopping every so often to get more pre-cum, which she smacked her lips at.
Now the truth of it was that I hadn't cum for about four days so I wasn't going to last. I could've stopped her and taken her to bed to fuck her for my orgasm but her mouth was just too much; the sight of her firm tits, erect nipples, her long thick hair and her obvious enjoyment in my cock had me just seconds away. I started to moan and told her I was going to cum.
She stroked me harder and aimed my cock into her mouth. I launched stream after stream of thick, hot cum on to her tongue and she didn't miss a beat. I could feel her swallowing rapidly and she'd stroke me as I came back down from each thrust to get more cum out of me. I can honestly say it was the single best blowjob I've ever had in my life. The hottest chick I've ever had and someone who loved giving oral sex.
After I'd stopped shuddering, she put my cock back in her mouth and I could feel her sucking, trying to get more cum out of the end of my cock. As we discovered over the next few days she had something of a fetish for the taste of cum. A fine trait in a woman, I thought.
That's probably enough for one story but if anyone's interested I'll let you know about my wake up call in the wee hours of the morning. That goddamned vibrator!
Eliya had been an exchange student from Spain about six years ago; she'd stayed, had a good time etc. Fast-forward and she'd come back to Sydney after finishing her degree in Spain to see my daughter and see a little of Aussie. My daughter rang and asked if Eliya could stay a few days on her slow haul up the east coast. No problem said I and I picked her up from the bus terminal one Tuesday morning.
Now Eliya 6 years ago was stunning. Now, Eliya at 22, was get-the-fuck-outta-here gorgeous. Smooth olive skin, long, thick brunette hair, dark eyes. She was about 5'10", tall and slender. As she hopped off the bus I knew it was her, mostly because every male within 50 yards stopped to stare. She ignored it all, just looking around. I waved and she ambled over with her bag. She was dishevelled from the shitty trip and dressed in simple trackies, sneakers and a tight white deep V-neck singlet with no bra. I damn near dropped, as did every other male. The singlet looked amazing against her olive skin and her firm B cups stood out like little jellies.
We jumped in the car and she filled me in on her adventures and college life, what her parents were doing blah blah. She was the most unaffected beautiful girl I'd met. I'd meet them from time to time in my previous life in the banking industry and snotty princesses were just a pain in the ass; dull, no conversation, the world owed them a favour, you were graced by their presence. Yawn, and fuck off in the nicest possible way was my general attitude when I came across them.
Eliya flicked her hair back, laughed, chatted, gazed out the window and was enthusiastic about everything; in a nutshell, she was a hell of a nice girl.
We got to the house and settled her in. I went off to do some shopping and came back with lunch; had a glass of wine and then left again. I had an appointment and would be away for the afternoon. Eliya was going to have a shower and chill with a book or something. I was on the highway when I remembered the dry cleaning. Shit. If I didn't drop it off today I'd miss the trousers I needed for a Thursday night function. With a sigh I turned around and headed back.
I came into the house through the side gate and walked down the hallway. As I passed the spare room I ducked my head in and started to ask Eliya if she wanted any dry-cleaning done.
Now, if you've ever caught anyone masturbating, I reckon there's a fine line between who's more embarrassed - the catchee or the catcher. Time froze; she was on the bed, just 2 feet from the door, naked, knees in the air, legs spread and her hand pumping that clit for all it was worth. She was flushed and moments from orgasm. She looked up in horror, I looked on in horror, but not too horror-struck to take in a neatly trimmed bush and very dark, very erect nipples with next to no areola.
She placed her hand over her pussy as I mumbled something about dry-cleaning... I didn't wait for an answer but turned, picked up the bag in my room and came back. I had to say something.
'I am so sorry!' I said, 'I should have called out, or knocked or... '
She was scarlet, she'd wrapped the towel around her, but as she looked up she grinned. 'It was a long bus trip,' she said. 'I just needed to relax and get some sleep.'
I laughed and said, 'Yup, that works for me... if it's any consolation I wack off every night so believe me everyone does it... besides, you ain't got nothing on the time I got caught.'
And I proceeded to tell her about the time I was caught rubbing one out in the work showers after a gym class. We laughed, I asked her again about the dry cleaning, maybe a clean towel... and she laughed and said, 'go, I need to finish off!'
I went on my way. I did my meeting and I was heading back to the car when I saw a shop called The Tool Shed. Knowing what it was I leapt in on the spur of the moment and bought her a small vibrator. It was one of those small finger ones that attached with a band. If she was ready to laugh about it, I'd give it to her and all would be smoothed over.
I got back to the house. She was out by the pool so I mixed a jug of Sangria and wandered out. God she was beautiful in a little red bikini, golden thighs drawn up and her tits champing to get out of that top.
She looked up as I came out and grinned self-consciously. 'Nice of you to make some noise this time,' she said. Bingo! She was cool about it. I laughed and said I came bearing gifts so that I could apologise. I presented her with a drink and then said, 'I found a little something on my travels... at least if I hear the buzzing I'll know to bugger off, since you don't believe in closing doors.' At first she didn't know what it was until she'd strapped it on to her finger then recognition flared and she laughed hilariously. It broke the ice and we settled in for the evening, saying no more about it.
I took her out to a local hotspot restaurant and we had a nice night with a couple of beers and a bottle of wine. The big test as to whether a woman is a princess or not is whether she drinks beers, and Eliya lapped 'em up. I wasn't coming on to her or anything and we just talked about her studies, Spain, her travels and all the rest of it. We got home, had coffee and a cognac then decided it was time to turn in.
I had my shower and then headed back out to the lounge in my boxers to turn on the alarm system. As I passed her room, she stopped with me with a 'Hey!' I ducked my head in. She was propped up in bed with her little singlet on, sheet across her thighs. 'Your little machine doesn't work!' 'Oh no,' I said, laughing. 'What's the problem?' I came in and she unstrapped it and handed it to me. I flicked the switch a couple of times, thinking 'Jesus, its sticky!' 'Hmmm,' I said, 'maybe it just needs a new battery.' I was getting erect so I turned and walked out saying 'There're batteries in the kitchen.'
She padded after me and when I got to kitchen I turned and took her in. That tight singlet caressed every curve of her perky tits and clung to her stomach like cling film. It stopped around her pubic area and it was all I could do to not look down.
I rummaged in the cupboard for batteries, by this time almost fully erect. My boxers were white, tight cotton ones that showed everything. I turned with the batteries and just focussed on getting one into the little vibrator. I flicked the switch and voila! Bzzzzzz. Success. Eliya looked up from my crotch. I licked my suddenly very dry lips and gave a sort of strangled moan. 'Ummm... shall we see if it works?'
She sort of grinned in a seductive way and nodded. I took her hips and moved her back to the kitchen bar stool and settled her on it. She didn't say anything, just breathed through her mouth as I pulled her knees apart and knelt. I strapped the little vibrator onto my thumb and turned it on. It buzzed quietly and she opened her legs even more.
What I hadn't seen in the room was her gorgeous pussy lips, they were fat and brown and crinkled and stood out from her mound a good inch. They were puffy with desire and she'd shaved the surrounding lips. I could see her clit, very full and popping out of her little hood. Her pubic hair was thick, but trimmed. I placed the buzzing vibrator on her clit and started working her. She gasped and I pulled her lips apart with my other hand to give me better access. Her pussy was pink and wet, beads of moisture oozing out. I stroked her cunt and then inserted my other thumb while moving the vibrator over her clit. She was breathing heavily now and I bent my head to lick her, flicking my tongue over her thick pussy lips, catching a throbbing, engorged clit. I kept licking, flicking my tongue in and out, tasting her sweet pussy juice. She had opened her legs as wide as she could and was moaning loudly now. I kept licking until she shuddered and jumped with her orgasm. I came up kissing her pubes and belly button as she slowly recovered.
'Oh my God,' she said, 'oh my god.' I sat on the stool as she stood up, slipping her top off, with her tits bouncing against the material as she drew the singlet over her head. I pulled my boxers off and my cock sprang out. I'm about 7 inches and quite thick and I leak pre-cum like a sieve when I'm turned on. I was so hard it almost ached.
She grabbed some cushions from the couch and came back to kneel between my legs. The first thing she did was lick all the pre-cum from my knob, slowly stroking more out of me. Then she wrapped her mouth around my cock, swirling her tongue all over my shaft and stoking me at the same time. Her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing my nuts, raking my ball sack with her nails. She continued licking and sucking, stopping every so often to get more pre-cum, which she smacked her lips at.
Now the truth of it was that I hadn't cum for about four days so I wasn't going to last. I could've stopped her and taken her to bed to fuck her for my orgasm but her mouth was just too much; the sight of her firm tits, erect nipples, her long thick hair and her obvious enjoyment in my cock had me just seconds away. I started to moan and told her I was going to cum.
She stroked me harder and aimed my cock into her mouth. I launched stream after stream of thick, hot cum on to her tongue and she didn't miss a beat. I could feel her swallowing rapidly and she'd stroke me as I came back down from each thrust to get more cum out of me. I can honestly say it was the single best blowjob I've ever had in my life. The hottest chick I've ever had and someone who loved giving oral sex.
After I'd stopped shuddering, she put my cock back in her mouth and I could feel her sucking, trying to get more cum out of the end of my cock. As we discovered over the next few days she had something of a fetish for the taste of cum. A fine trait in a woman, I thought.
That's probably enough for one story but if anyone's interested I'll let you know about my wake up call in the wee hours of the morning. That goddamned vibrator!
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