Summering in Femininity Part 1 A Bummer Summer
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It wasn’t what Mickey wanted. He’d been divorced from Tara for about six months and endured a long, cold, depressing season of feeling sorry for himself. He was a 34-year-old entrepreneur and, to the outward appearance, looked like he had much of what he wanted in life -- nice house, perfect car and money.
But he wasn’t happy. So, when his friends decided to force him into going to a concert, he went, mostly to please them.
Honestly, he had a good time. The band was great. It was a warm June night and the drinks felt good. He was
His phone buzzed with a text message from Claire, the 22-year-old daughter of his neighbor. “Hey, I saw you earlier … are you still at the show?” it read.
“Yeah, why?” he shot back quickly. She quickly explained that she needed a ride back to the Village.
“What happened?” he asked.
“My friends are all going to some party and I don’t want to go,” she wrote. “I need a ride.”
They agreed to meet at a spot near his car. He spotted her long blonde hair, floral print billowy sundress and
Like a gentleman, she said, as he opened the passenger door of his Lexus and she slid into the seat, glancing up at him as he closed the door. On the 25-minute ride to their gated community, they chatted about the concert and how her classes were going.
“So, why didn’t Brandon give you a ride home?” he asked.
“Because he’s an ass,” she said. “He never listened to what I wanted to do. When everyone wanted to go to the party, it didn’t matter that I was tired and wanted to go home. Didn’t care. Did what he wanted. I’m done being treated like this.”
He let that statement hang in the air, for a bit. “You know,” he said. “If there’s one thing I learned from my divorce, it’s that you can’t live a life with a person who doesn’t care about what you want.”
The rest of the drive was uneventful. As he pulled up onto their street, she suggested he just go to his house and she’d walk the 100 or so yards to her house.
They pulled up and he got out. “I’m going to get a drink, take a swim and go to bed,” he said.
“Ooh, that sounds great,” she said, running around the corner to the backyard. At first, he was a little miffed, but she’d been swimming at his place before and, in fact, her and her family had suits in the pool house. Since she was having a shitty night, he’d just forget it.
He went in and poured himself a Woodford rocks, then went into the bedroom to change into his board short trunks. Walking out into the pool area, he found Claire already in the water.
“You find your suit in the pool house?” he said.
“Sure,” she said.
He sat his bourbon near the hot tub, jumped into the pool and as he came up out of the water and swam toward her, it hit him: She was not wearing a suit.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as she came within a few feet of him.
“Skinny dipping in your pool,” she said, smiling. “I notice you didn’t join me. Maybe you should.”
“Are you serious right now?” he said. Claire reached down and untied the strings of his trunks as he protested slightly, but unconvincingly. “There … that’s a little better,” she said, as her hands slid his trunks off.
She splashed him, then swam quickly toward the hot tub. She lifted her body up the side of the pool and he noticed she still had the lean, tanned track star body she had when she graduated a few years earlier. A dark patch of pubic hair was visible above her pussy.
He glided through the water, leaving his trunks on the surface behind him. He went as far as the divider between the hot tub and pool and stopped.
“C’mon and join me,” she said. “It’s so warm.”
“This is a bad idea,” he thought as she took a long drink of his bourbon and never broke eye contact with him.
“What’s going on here, Claire?” he asked.
“About half way home, it dawned on me,” she said. “We can help each other.”
“Help each other?” he said.
“Yeah, you need to fuck …” she said. “And I need to find a way to get back at Brandon.”
“So, let’s fuck and help each other.”
He tried not to seem overly eager, but his dick swelled with the thought of her young, fresh body.
As he emerged from the pool and stood on the deck before getting into the hot tub, Claire stared at his rock hard cock. She wanted it.
He got in and went right for her, pulling her toward him and greedily kissing her. Their tongues were darting in and out of each other’s mouth before he pulled her up to lick the pink, pokey nipples on her 34Cs as she played with his stiffening dick.
Their making out was feverish, until she broke free, kissed him a few times and said, “I want you to eat my pussy … please.”
He smiled and kissed her again before lifting her up to the side of the hot tub, easing her onto her back. Mickey stopped to admire her perfectly trimmed pussy, which had a well-kept tiny patch above her smoothly shaven, pink and swollen lips. He kissed up her thigh before teasing her a little with his tongue. Then, she gasped as he dove in, licking the length of her slit several times before focusing on her clit.
It felt great to taste a woman again. She voiced her pleasure well, not only moaning and groaning, but encouraging him to do more. He slipped a finger inside her and began working his fingers back and forth as she sat up on her elbows and watched him devour her. As she neared her orgasm, her head dropped back and she uttered a long, slow groan.
Mickey stood up, his cock throbbing and aching to be inside her. He leaned forward and tongued Claire’s tits, his member brushing against her pussy.
Suddenly, she pushed him back. “Let’s go to the pool house, for privacy’s sake,” she said, hopping up and jogging toward the door, then disappearing. A little frustrated, he pulled himself out of the warm water and walked, hard cock bouncing as he went, into the pool house. She was in the shower.
“Come in here,” she said. “Let’s rinse off and … maybe more.”
He stepped into the shower and kissed her as she squeezed and stroked his dick. Mickey stopped kissing her and looked into her brown eyes.
“Why are you being such a tease?” he asked. “You want my dick, so let’s fuck.”
“Relax,” she said, squatting down. “We’re helping each other, but I want to savor the moment. It might be my only time with you.”
Claire started by softly licking the tip, but quickly engulfed the length and worked the shaft with her amazing tongue. She was a great cocksucker, he thought, watching her mouth swiftly slide over his member.
After a few minutes of that amazing oral, he bent down and kissed her hard, then pushed her mouth down on him again. “Fuck, that’s amazing,” he said. “Be careful or you’ll end up with a big mouthful of my cum.”
Mickey pushed back the thick, wet strands of her blonde hair from her face and gazed into her eyes as she swallowed him with long strokes. He was amazed that she took the mouth fucking with relative ease.
“I’m need to fuck you now,” he said to her.
“Really?” she said, almost challenging him. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Yeah” he said, turning off the water. He pulled her up by her hair and they stepped out into the only room to a little day bed on the far wall.
“Come, lay here and let me suck your cock a little longer,” she said.
“Only if we sixty-nine,” he countered, easing himself onto the bed and laying back.
Hopping up on the bed, she swung her hips over his head and lowered her pussy to his mouth as she grabbed his cock and practically swallowed him whole. The combination of not having a pussy in so long and the warm, soft mouth strokes nearly forced him over the edge, but he concentrated on eating her to keep it together.
After a few minutes of savoring her slit, Mickey eased her to the side, and stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her astoward him. He bent her over the foot of the bed and slipped a finger into her juicy slit. He quickly found she could take another and inserted a second as she cooed.
He pulled out his fingers and used her juices to lube his cock. He rubbed it against her wetness before slowly sliding inside.
Slowly, he eased in and out of her tight pussy. After a few minutes, he picked up speed and pounded her, using her shoulders for leverage as she squealed her pleasure. He sensed her orgasm building and picked up his pace, not thrusting faster, but more evenly to push her toward the climax.
“Oh, God, like … that,” she said with her head up, as he rocked back and forth, feeling his length slam all the way in and out on each stroke. She was also pushing back roughly on his dick before she surrendered to the sensation and let him take control.
Her grunting continued as she stopped and took his cock deep before she made a series of twitches, gasps, and sounds that could only be an orgasm. His cock slipped out as she writhed on the bed.
He gave her a moment to recover, until she regained composure and looked up at him. “Proud of yourself?” she asked.
“Well, I’m not done yet,” he said, slipping down next to her on the bed, then pulling her on top of him. He felt bigger somehow as he glided into her juicy cunt and she began riding him slowly. The pace was building and Mickey knew it wouldn’t be long, but Claire surprised him by pushing him back on the bed and digging her nails into his chest while she began grinding furiously on his cock. After a few seconds, she slowed abruptly and shook through another orgasm.
“Don’t cum in me, OK?” she whimpered. “I’ll swallow for you.”
That was all Mickey needed to hear. He instantly pulled out and she knew he was ready to cum. She swallowed the cock and slid her right hand around the base. Pumping up and down as she sucked, she looked up into his eyes and he moaned and threw his head back. Almost instantly, he shot his load, sending three thick streams into her mouth that nearly choked her.
To her credit, Claire kept her mouth going and began slowing the hand strokes as her mouth continued to suck. Mickey was in a full-on, blissed out state as his balls emptied. He couldn’t form sentences, but merely uttered words: “Unh, unh,” “Shit,” “Oh, fuck, oh fuck.”
As Mickey twitched, she slowed her oral work as his cock popped free. She gulped his load down with a big swallow and they each took a big breath. “THAT was a lot of cum,” she said, smiling, and cleaning a little that had oozed down her chin.
She eased up his torso, then slid to his right and laid her head on his chest. He was drifting off when she sat up and ran outside, returning a few moments later with her phone. She was tapping on it when she stopped. “Hey, can I assume we’re going to be fuck buddies this summer?” she said. “Because I’m sending a breakup text to Brandon.”
He laughed. “Sure,” he said. “Good,” Claire said, “because I’m ready for a summer of that dick.”
But he wasn’t happy. So, when his friends decided to force him into going to a concert, he went, mostly to please them.
Honestly, he had a good time. The band was great. It was a warm June night and the drinks felt good. He was
His phone buzzed with a text message from Claire, the 22-year-old daughter of his neighbor. “Hey, I saw you earlier … are you still at the show?” it read.
“Yeah, why?” he shot back quickly. She quickly explained that she needed a ride back to the Village.
“What happened?” he asked.
“My friends are all going to some party and I don’t want to go,” she wrote. “I need a ride.”
They agreed to meet at a spot near his car. He spotted her long blonde hair, floral print billowy sundress and
Like a gentleman, she said, as he opened the passenger door of his Lexus and she slid into the seat, glancing up at him as he closed the door. On the 25-minute ride to their gated community, they chatted about the concert and how her classes were going.
“So, why didn’t Brandon give you a ride home?” he asked.
“Because he’s an ass,” she said. “He never listened to what I wanted to do. When everyone wanted to go to the party, it didn’t matter that I was tired and wanted to go home. Didn’t care. Did what he wanted. I’m done being treated like this.”
He let that statement hang in the air, for a bit. “You know,” he said. “If there’s one thing I learned from my divorce, it’s that you can’t live a life with a person who doesn’t care about what you want.”
The rest of the drive was uneventful. As he pulled up onto their street, she suggested he just go to his house and she’d walk the 100 or so yards to her house.
They pulled up and he got out. “I’m going to get a drink, take a swim and go to bed,” he said.
“Ooh, that sounds great,” she said, running around the corner to the backyard. At first, he was a little miffed, but she’d been swimming at his place before and, in fact, her and her family had suits in the pool house. Since she was having a shitty night, he’d just forget it.
He went in and poured himself a Woodford rocks, then went into the bedroom to change into his board short trunks. Walking out into the pool area, he found Claire already in the water.
“You find your suit in the pool house?” he said.
“Sure,” she said.
He sat his bourbon near the hot tub, jumped into the pool and as he came up out of the water and swam toward her, it hit him: She was not wearing a suit.
“What are you doing?” he asked, as she came within a few feet of him.
“Skinny dipping in your pool,” she said, smiling. “I notice you didn’t join me. Maybe you should.”
“Are you serious right now?” he said. Claire reached down and untied the strings of his trunks as he protested slightly, but unconvincingly. “There … that’s a little better,” she said, as her hands slid his trunks off.
She splashed him, then swam quickly toward the hot tub. She lifted her body up the side of the pool and he noticed she still had the lean, tanned track star body she had when she graduated a few years earlier. A dark patch of pubic hair was visible above her pussy.
He glided through the water, leaving his trunks on the surface behind him. He went as far as the divider between the hot tub and pool and stopped.
“C’mon and join me,” she said. “It’s so warm.”
“This is a bad idea,” he thought as she took a long drink of his bourbon and never broke eye contact with him.
“What’s going on here, Claire?” he asked.
“About half way home, it dawned on me,” she said. “We can help each other.”
“Help each other?” he said.
“Yeah, you need to fuck …” she said. “And I need to find a way to get back at Brandon.”
“So, let’s fuck and help each other.”
He tried not to seem overly eager, but his dick swelled with the thought of her young, fresh body.
As he emerged from the pool and stood on the deck before getting into the hot tub, Claire stared at his rock hard cock. She wanted it.
He got in and went right for her, pulling her toward him and greedily kissing her. Their tongues were darting in and out of each other’s mouth before he pulled her up to lick the pink, pokey nipples on her 34Cs as she played with his stiffening dick.
Their making out was feverish, until she broke free, kissed him a few times and said, “I want you to eat my pussy … please.”
He smiled and kissed her again before lifting her up to the side of the hot tub, easing her onto her back. Mickey stopped to admire her perfectly trimmed pussy, which had a well-kept tiny patch above her smoothly shaven, pink and swollen lips. He kissed up her thigh before teasing her a little with his tongue. Then, she gasped as he dove in, licking the length of her slit several times before focusing on her clit.
It felt great to taste a woman again. She voiced her pleasure well, not only moaning and groaning, but encouraging him to do more. He slipped a finger inside her and began working his fingers back and forth as she sat up on her elbows and watched him devour her. As she neared her orgasm, her head dropped back and she uttered a long, slow groan.
Mickey stood up, his cock throbbing and aching to be inside her. He leaned forward and tongued Claire’s tits, his member brushing against her pussy.
Suddenly, she pushed him back. “Let’s go to the pool house, for privacy’s sake,” she said, hopping up and jogging toward the door, then disappearing. A little frustrated, he pulled himself out of the warm water and walked, hard cock bouncing as he went, into the pool house. She was in the shower.
“Come in here,” she said. “Let’s rinse off and … maybe more.”
He stepped into the shower and kissed her as she squeezed and stroked his dick. Mickey stopped kissing her and looked into her brown eyes.
“Why are you being such a tease?” he asked. “You want my dick, so let’s fuck.”
“Relax,” she said, squatting down. “We’re helping each other, but I want to savor the moment. It might be my only time with you.”
Claire started by softly licking the tip, but quickly engulfed the length and worked the shaft with her amazing tongue. She was a great cocksucker, he thought, watching her mouth swiftly slide over his member.
After a few minutes of that amazing oral, he bent down and kissed her hard, then pushed her mouth down on him again. “Fuck, that’s amazing,” he said. “Be careful or you’ll end up with a big mouthful of my cum.”
Mickey pushed back the thick, wet strands of her blonde hair from her face and gazed into her eyes as she swallowed him with long strokes. He was amazed that she took the mouth fucking with relative ease.
“I’m need to fuck you now,” he said to her.
“Really?” she said, almost challenging him. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“Yeah” he said, turning off the water. He pulled her up by her hair and they stepped out into the only room to a little day bed on the far wall.
“Come, lay here and let me suck your cock a little longer,” she said.
“Only if we sixty-nine,” he countered, easing himself onto the bed and laying back.
Hopping up on the bed, she swung her hips over his head and lowered her pussy to his mouth as she grabbed his cock and practically swallowed him whole. The combination of not having a pussy in so long and the warm, soft mouth strokes nearly forced him over the edge, but he concentrated on eating her to keep it together.
After a few minutes of savoring her slit, Mickey eased her to the side, and stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her astoward him. He bent her over the foot of the bed and slipped a finger into her juicy slit. He quickly found she could take another and inserted a second as she cooed.
He pulled out his fingers and used her juices to lube his cock. He rubbed it against her wetness before slowly sliding inside.
Slowly, he eased in and out of her tight pussy. After a few minutes, he picked up speed and pounded her, using her shoulders for leverage as she squealed her pleasure. He sensed her orgasm building and picked up his pace, not thrusting faster, but more evenly to push her toward the climax.
“Oh, God, like … that,” she said with her head up, as he rocked back and forth, feeling his length slam all the way in and out on each stroke. She was also pushing back roughly on his dick before she surrendered to the sensation and let him take control.
Her grunting continued as she stopped and took his cock deep before she made a series of twitches, gasps, and sounds that could only be an orgasm. His cock slipped out as she writhed on the bed.
He gave her a moment to recover, until she regained composure and looked up at him. “Proud of yourself?” she asked.
“Well, I’m not done yet,” he said, slipping down next to her on the bed, then pulling her on top of him. He felt bigger somehow as he glided into her juicy cunt and she began riding him slowly. The pace was building and Mickey knew it wouldn’t be long, but Claire surprised him by pushing him back on the bed and digging her nails into his chest while she began grinding furiously on his cock. After a few seconds, she slowed abruptly and shook through another orgasm.
“Don’t cum in me, OK?” she whimpered. “I’ll swallow for you.”
That was all Mickey needed to hear. He instantly pulled out and she knew he was ready to cum. She swallowed the cock and slid her right hand around the base. Pumping up and down as she sucked, she looked up into his eyes and he moaned and threw his head back. Almost instantly, he shot his load, sending three thick streams into her mouth that nearly choked her.
To her credit, Claire kept her mouth going and began slowing the hand strokes as her mouth continued to suck. Mickey was in a full-on, blissed out state as his balls emptied. He couldn’t form sentences, but merely uttered words: “Unh, unh,” “Shit,” “Oh, fuck, oh fuck.”
As Mickey twitched, she slowed her oral work as his cock popped free. She gulped his load down with a big swallow and they each took a big breath. “THAT was a lot of cum,” she said, smiling, and cleaning a little that had oozed down her chin.
She eased up his torso, then slid to his right and laid her head on his chest. He was drifting off when she sat up and ran outside, returning a few moments later with her phone. She was tapping on it when she stopped. “Hey, can I assume we’re going to be fuck buddies this summer?” she said. “Because I’m sending a breakup text to Brandon.”
He laughed. “Sure,” he said. “Good,” Claire said, “because I’m ready for a summer of that dick.”
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