3 comments/ 10282 views/ 1 favorites Caught Ch. 01 By: the_seeker11 © 2011 H.M. Needham, all rights reserved * Caleb had hardly even skipped a beat. Thinking back on the afternoon this happened, I suppose it was a sign he was going to be a really cool lover. But I'm getting ahead of myself. We had met several years ago but only started dating when we found ourselves in a college class together. This story is all about how we had been caught red handed so to speak. So let's go back to how this all came to pass. Caleb and I had gone to his place after our college class was over. We had the place to ourselves, or so we thought. As soon as the door closed behind us Caleb had his hands all over me. He had pressed me up against the wall in the front hall. He grabbed my ass with one hand while he pulled my head to his so he could kiss me hard on the lips. I reached down between us and fumbled with his belt buckle. He broke our kiss and moved back to give me room to undo his belt. He reached out and unbuttoned my skirt at the side and pulled the zipper down. My skirt fell to the floor at my feet and I stepped out of it. By now I had his jeans undone and they fell down past his thighs. I got on my knees and tugged at his boxer shorts, pulling them over his stiffening cock. I loved how his cock would bounce up when released from his waistband. When Caleb's cock sprang into view it always brought a smile to my face. I reached out and noted how the contrast of my white skin against his chocolate brown cock was stark. Caleb had teased me right from the start about how I would never go back once I'd had black. I certainly loved Caleb and his cock so I had no interest in going back. My only interest right now was getting that beautiful cock into my mouth. Caleb leaned back against the same wall he'd pressed me to and sighed as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. He knew by now that I would not rush this moment. I savored the feeling of his cock expanding in my hands as he got more and more aroused. It felt so powerful to know that he wanted me so. His cock was throbbing as I started to suck on the tip. I pulled my hand along the length of his shaft pressing the head to my lips as I let just a bit more into my waiting mouth. I sucked about a third of his shaft into my mouth as I ran my tongue along the underside of it. Caleb knew that I enjoyed this part of foreplay. He also knew that I loved it when he called me dirty names as I sucked his cock. "That's it Helen, suck my cock. You know you love sucking my black cock. My hot little black cock sucker." Now he was getting me wet, calling me his black cock sucker. We had both gotten adept at this little game between us. I knew he liked me taking my time sucking his cock and he knew that I loved being reminded that a sexy black guy called me 'his' cock sucker. Truth be told, I had to admit that one of the first things that had attracted me to Caleb was his beautiful brown skin. The fact that he was also quite handsome and very fit certainly didn't hurt his cause. When he asked me out on that first date five years ago, I didn't hesitate at all. But that is another story. I had his cock almost fully hard by now. I raised my head and smiled up at him when I said, "I want this thing in me Caleb. Let's go to the sofa." Caleb wasted no time in pushing of the wall and lifting my elbow to help me stand up. He kicked off his jeans and shorts and we walked to the sofa. I lay sat down and lay back and put one leg up on the sofa as he kneeled between my legs. I saw him grip his cock and point it right at my waiting cunny. We'd fucked enough that it took no time at all for him to lean forward and press his cock head to my wet lips. I felt the familiar pressure spread my lips as he leaned forward. "Shit, Helen, you are so wet. You have such a tight cunt. Fuck my black cock." Caleb never failed to get me wet talking to me like this. I rolled my hips back so he has easy access to press his cock straight into me. I had learned that what I liked was for him to drive his cock deep into me in one quick thrust when we first started to fuck. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I didn't want to 'fuck around'. I wanted his black cock deep in me right away. And I didn't mind talking a bit dirty right back at him., "God, fuck me hard Caleb!" I heard that familiar grunt when he pushed his cock up into me and I saw his closed eye lids flutter as he felt his cock slide in. His grunt was followed by a hiss as he exhaled. "Damn, that feels so good Helen." We started our 'dance' with me rolling my hips forward and he drove in and I rolled back as he withdrew, savoring the feeling of my cunt sliding against his hard cock. Back and forth, in and out, we developed out rhythm quickly and were fucking quite hard when I heard something from behind the sofa. I heard his mum's voice! "Sorry..." was all she said! Caleb had stopped fucking and looked up over the back of the sofa. In this brief moment, I felt his cock twitch inside me. He looked over and I heard footsteps receding out of the room. Caleb looked down at me and grinned. He GRINNED!!! Then he drove his cock back into me!!! So, as I said at the outset, he had hardly even missed a beat, the fucker! His mum had been home after all. She had been thoughtful enough to bring a tray of food in to share with us and had caught us fucking on her own sofa!!! Bless her heart, she had not made a big deal of it. But to simply say 'Sorry', as if she had been the one who had been caught, well, that surprised me to no end. It seems Caleb was going to be a very interesting lover. I knew then that his mum not only approved of me, but approved of her 19 year old son fucking a white girl in her own home!!! I smiled up at him as he fucked me harder and harder and finally he came and pumped his cum into me. I thought to myself, I think I'm going to like his mum a lot! I hope you liked Chapter one.... Caught Ch. 01 For some time, I had been going on camera so my son and his friends could watch me. They did not know who I was, but I knew them. I knew who each of them was and learned about the things they liked and what they enjoyed watching. I have written before about being online with them. This all occurred when they were in high school -- they were eighteen or nineteen years old. I learned very soon that they also enjoyed seeing the "real me" when I got home from work. I usually wore skirts or dresses to work and always wore hosiery. I most often wore pantyhose. My favorite was L'eggs sheer energy sheer to waist -- suntan or nude. The skirts I wore were not very short -- usually just to the top of my knees. When I sat, they would slide up a few inches. I had known for quite a while that men enjoyed seeing hose-covered legs, and I did not mind them looking. I noticed my sons' friends watching me when I got home from work. They often watched me get out of my car, looking at my legs as I reached out with my leg. When I got home that day, the guys were shooting baskets in the driveway, so they had to stop to let me into the garage. I smiled as the guys stood near the car as I drove by them. I slid my skirt to mid-thigh as I waited for them to move. I knew they were looking through the open windows and staring at my legs. I thought I was looking good that day. I wore a black pencil skirt that hugged my figure without being too tight and reached to just above the knee. I also wore a white silk blouse that showed my figure as well showing the lacy white demi-bra I was wearing. I had unbuttoned several buttons so I gave the appearance of showing cleavage although I did not really show much at all. The black jacket of the suit completed the look. When I sat for a while, like when I drove home, the skirt rode up almost to mid-thigh. I knew I was showing a lot of leg as I sat there with the door open to put my shoe back on since I had taken it off while I drove. I peeked to see if the guys were paying attention -- they were. I guess they usually did. The basketball had stopped. As I sat there with my left foot and leg out of the car with my skirt well above mid-thigh I leaned back into the car as if I was looking for something. This caused me to lift my leg and I pointed my toe straight out. I am pretty certain that the guys could see nothing by my long hose-covered leg. As I looked back at the guys through the tinted windows of my car, I was pleased to see them paying very close attention, including my son, Ricky. I saw a few of the guys touching themselves -- rubbing a little. I swung my other leg through the door and, as I slid out of the car, my skirt slid up -- or should I say, my legs slid out of my skirt. As my feet touched the floor of the garage, I stood up. My skirt was well above mid-thigh at this point, but I acted as if I hadn't noticed yet. I turned to face the car with the door still open, leaned over, and reached in to get my purse. I kept my legs spread a bit, so the skirt did not slide down. As I bent over, my bottom was on display for the guys as the fabric of my skirt was pulled tight. I was certain I heard one of the guys issue a low moan and another quietly said "wow." I was glad they appreciated the little show I was giving. I know I enjoyed myself As much as I enjoyed the attention, I decided I had to go inside the house. I turned to face the guys and, with my hands on my hips, smoothed my skirt. As I did so, it slid down my hips until the hem reached just above my knees. I saw the disappointment in their faces as I apologized for interrupting their game. I felt their eyes staring at me as I walked away. Walking into the house I dropped my purse on the kitchen table and picked up the small pile of mail. As I stood there, I removed my jacket and absent-mindedly began to pull my blouse from my skirt and began to unbutton it from the bottom. As I stood there with my blouse almost unbuttoned the back door opened and my son Ricky came in and headed for the sink. He picked up a glass and filled it. "Hi hon," I said, "how was your day? Who's winning the game?" "It was good today," he said. "We weren't really keeping score....just spending time." "That's good then," I said, smiling, " I was afraid I'd interrupt the game at an important part." "Don't worry, mom," he said, blushing, "the guys don't ever mind when you interrupt us when you come home." "They don't?," I asked, "why is that?" I thought I knew the answer, though. "Well," he said, blushing again, "they guys all think you are hot." "That's nice," I said with a smile, "but what difference does it make?" "Well," he said, "they love watching you get out of the car when you get home." "They do?," I asked, hoping I sounded surprised. "Why is that?" He blushed, then blurted out, "They like to look at your legs . . . when you get out of your car they can always see your legs." "They do," I asked, again hoping I sounded surprised, "why is that?" "Mom," he said, really blushing now, "they all think your legs are hot....especially when you are wearing nylons." "And what about you?," I asked, "Do you think my legs are hot?" "Mo--om." he said, "Why do you ask that?" "I'm just curious," I said, "I like to know what mt little boy is thinking." I smiled at him. He was blushing bright red. "Come here, Sweetie," I said holding my arms apart to give him a hug. As I did so, my blouse opened a bit, held together by one button. We embraced. " I was just picking on you," I said, "I didn't want to embarrass you. You know how I like to tease you." I smiled at my mixed message. "It's okay," he said, returning my embrace. As he hugged me, I felt his hand lightly rubbing my back. It felt good, and brought back a memory "Well," I said, "you don't have to answer. I know you did when you were little. Or at least my hosiery." I laughed. "What do you mean?," he asked. "When I got home from work you'd always stand next to me and your little hand always found its way to my leg. I think you thought it was like the ribbon on your 'blankey.'" I smiled at the memory. "Wow," he said, "I don't remember that. I wish I did." He smiled, and blushed again. I hugged him again, pulling him closer. As I did so, I felt his hardness against me. It felt very nice, but I thought it might not be a good idea to let things continue that way. It felt good, though. I decided I'd better get that thought out of my mind. I moved away and went to the refrigerator and took out a cold drink. I walked to the counter island and pulled out a stool to sit on. Putting my right heel on the bottom rung, I lifted myself onto the stool. I sat there with my right foot on the bottom rung and my left leg stretched out with my foot lightly touching the floor. Sitting that way, I realized my skirt slid up my legs a bit, almost to mid-thigh on my right leg.. As I sat, I moved my head around trying to loosen my shoulder muscles. Seeing me rolling my head around, My son came up behind me and began to rub my shoulders and neck. It felt great. "I do, Mom," Ricky said. "You do?," I asked, "you do what?" I was not sure what he was talking about. "I think your legs are hot, Mom," he said. "I think they are incredibly sexy, especially when you are wearing nylons." His voice sounded hoarse. His hands were rubbing my shoulder a bit harder. "Mmmmm, Ricky," I said, "that feels so good. I should hire you to do that every day." I smiled and almost purred. "I'd work pretty cheap," he said. "In fact, I may do it just as a favor." He chuckled. "Oh," I said, "what sort of favor." This sounded interesting -- I wondered where he was going. "Well, I was getting jealous of myself a few minutes ago," he said, "when you said how I used to touch your legs when I was little. I'm surprised I don't remember. It's hard to believe I'd forget something like that." I laughed. "Legs are just legs, hon," I said, "everyone has two -- or almost everyone, I guess." "Yours are different, Mom," he said. "Go ask the guys -- they will all tell you how hot yours are. I can't tell you the things they say about you when you are around and wearing a skirt. They go crazy watching you get out of the car." "I noticed," I said, laughing. "Does that make you mad?," he asked. "No, hon," I said, " I think it's a compliment. As long as they don't go too far and become embarrassing. "And you?," I asked, "do you watch me get out of the car too?" "I do," he said, "whenever I can. I don't want to get caught staring." I laughed. "Don't worry, Ricky," I said, " I don't mind, especially if it's you looking." "Thanks, Mom," he said, "So, what about this daily shoulder massage -- can we work out a deal?" "I get a nice neck massage every day, is that right?," I asked. "What do you get?" "Well, like I said, I was jealous of my younger self -- touching your legs when you got home from work everyday." He hesitated, then said, "I'd like to be able to do that now." "That sounds like a deal," I said, laughing. "You can touch and I get a neck massage when I need one?" "Well," he said, " I was thinking more than just one time touching." I turned my head to look at him and he was blushing bright red. "Okay, for now we'll try just one time," I said. I took his had and placed it on my left leg, just above the knee. His hand did not move. While I was sitting there, I had lifted my left leg onto the bottom rung of the stool. My skirt had ridden up a bit to about mid-thigh. Ricky's hand did not move for a while, then it slowly began to slide along the top of my thigh until he reached the hem of my skirt. His hand rested there and then slowly moved back toward my knee, where he stopped again. Ricky then began gently touching my leg with his fingertips just above my knee. His fingertips slowly moved from the top of my thigh to the inside of my thigh just above the knee. He then began a slow advance along the inside of my thigh. I had been watching his hand while he touched me and looked up to his face. His eyes were closed and he had a quizzical look on his face -- I could see that he was chewing on his lower lip. Ricky's fingertips began tracing circles on the inside of my thigh. With each circle, his fingertips moved a little farther up my thigh. His progress was almost imperceptible. I wondered if he was trying to be sneaky. I smiled to myself, but I enjoyed his touches all the same. As I sat there, my legs were not close together. As Ricky's fingertips moves so slowly higher and higher on my thigh, I felt my legs parting slightly. It was almost an unconscious act on my part. I enjoyed his feather-light touch. As Ricky's fingertips moved slowly but steadily up my thigh, I began getting excited. I knew I should not, but his light touch was addicting. My own eyes were closed as I enjoyed his touch. I moaned quietly as I felt his fingers advance. Time passed slowly as I felt his fingertips moving higher and higher along my thigh. His fingers moved slowly as well. After many minutes, I felt his hand touch against the hem of my skirt. I knew I had to do something. "Whoa, cowboy," I said, feeling like I had been in a trance. Ricky's fingertips had just barely gone under my skirt. I reached down and put my hand on his...stopping his advance. "Sorry, Mom," he said, opening his eyes. "I didn't mean to get carried away." Don't worry, Ricky," I said. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?" My hand was still covering his, but I was not moving his hand back toward my knee. "That shoulder massage was not that great," I said, laughing. He did not move his hand, though. He did not laugh, either. I looked at him -- he had a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but he was afraid. "What's the matter, hon," I asked. "Are you okay?" "I have something to tell you, Mom," he said, looking as if he was going to cry. "Baby," I said, "what's the matter?" My hand was still covering his, although he had not tried to move it. "I know it was you I was watching on cam, Mom," he said. I had heard of people saying their blood ran cold, but until that moment I did not know what that phrase meant. I was in shock, I think, afraid I would faint. "What?," was all I could say. "The guys have been watching this amazingly sexy woman online for a while," he said. "They told me about her, so I started watching. It wasn't long before I recognized your room in the background." "Oh my God, Ricky, I am so embarrassed," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Do your friends know it's me?" "Don't worry, Mom," he said, "They would never recognize your room and you've done a good job of keeping your face out of the picture." "I guess that's something to be thankful for," I said. "I'm really am embarrassed, though, and ashamed." "Please don't be," he said. "I know everyone thinks this woman on cam is the hottest woman they've ever seen. I agree," he said, smiling now. "But Ricky," I said, "what am I going to do?" "Why do you have to do anything?," he asked, "nothing's going to happen. No one knows." "I know, Ricky," I said, "and you know. That's more than enough." I leaned over and cradled my head in my hands with my elbows on the counter. As I did so, I released Ricky's hand that I had been holding against my leg. His hand began moving again, his fingertips lightly touching my thigh. His fingertips reached the hem of my skirt again, but this time I did not stop him. I was enjoying the sensation of his touch and I was curious to see how far he would go. "Wow," he said, sliding his fingers slightly under my skirt. "I wish I had remembered doing this when I was just a kid. This feels wonderful." "I'm glad you are enjoying yourself," I said. Looking down, I noticed his erection in his basketball shorts. He did not seem to notice me seeing him in hat condition. His shorts were rather thin, so his condition was noticeable. It seemed he was lost in thought -- and I had little doubt of what he was thinking. His eyes were closed and his hand was gently caressing my leg. As his hand slid a little farther under my skirt, more of my thigh became visible. As he continued caressing, he leaned into me and leaned his body against my thigh. I could feel his erection through his shorts. Slowly he began rubbing himself against my thigh. The combination of my sheer hosiery and the polyester material of his basketball shorts let him rub himself with little effort. "Ricky," I said, " now what are you doing?" My voice must have wakened him from his trance. All of a sudden he stopped and blushed. Then he just said "Mom" and he tightened his grip on my thigh and pressed himself against me. Apparently, the combination of his thoughts and the physical sensations of caressing my thigh and rubbing against me was too much for his youthful body to take. I felt him spasm against me. "Oh Mom," he said, "Oh mom!" He leaned into me and put his head on my shoulder. He was gasping as he pushed himself harder against my thigh. I looked down and saw a growing wet spot on the front of his shorts. As I watched, the wet spot began to leak though his shorts. I could see the thick hot liquid seep thought his shorts and begin to drip down towards my thigh. I know I should have wiped him with a napkin, but I just watched as it made a trail down the front of his shorts. Ricky's head was still buried in my shoulder. He was gasping -- btu I could not tell if it was from the strength of his orgasm or if he was crying. As I watched, his juices reached the bottom of his shorts and dripped onto my thigh. I slid my skirt up a little so it would not get on my skirt. Before I knew it, there was a nice teaspoon sized puddle on my thigh. Ricky had stopped spasming. "Oh, Mom," he said, "I am so sorry." "Don't worry, Hon," I said, "it's okay. I think you were just overcome with the feelings we had." I neglected to tell him that I had been a bit overcome myself. "Why don't you go clean up," I said, "we can talk more later after things have calmed down." I smiled at him. "Okay, Mom," he said. "That was amazing, though." His eyes appeared to be red, so I guess he had been crying. He took a napkin to cover himself and left the kitchen. Luckily, he did not notice what he had left on my thigh. I scooped it up with my finger and put it on my tongue. Caught Ch. 01 It was a sunny day and I didn't have anything planned, and the only thing I had been thinking all week was dressing up in my new outfit and getting stoned in the garden. I went to the bathroom and ran a bath and jumped in. It felt so nice as I shaved legs so I didn't stop there. My cock was raging as I slowly shaved my man pussy and balls and every now and then inserting my finger in my fresh hole and pumped myself until I was close to Cumming. I felt so sexy as I dried and watched myself in the mirror totally hairless and horny. I went to the bedroom and pulled open the bottom draw, taking out a new white silk nightdress that went to just below my arse, some white stocking, and a new bra and French knickers set that were pink and lacy. After a few minutes of trying different short skirts, I finally decided on the nightdress. I know it's meant to be for bedtime but it felt sexy with my stockings and boots I thought 'fuck it' no one is going to see me so on it went again. I had never used makeup before and did my best with what I had, and then put on my blond wig and looked myself up and down in the mirror. After going to the gym for the last month I could see that my stomach was getting smaller, I didn't look pregnant anymore, which put me in an even better mood. I wouldn't pass on the street as a woman but I It was a sunny day and I didn't have anything planned, and the only thing I had been thinking all week was dressing up in my new outfit and getting stoned in the garden. I went to the bathroom and ran a bath and jumped in. It felt so nice as I shaved legs so I didn't stop there. My cock was raging as I slowly shaved my man pussy and balls and every now and then inserting my finger in my fresh hole and pumped myself until I was close to Cumming. I felt so sexy as I dried and watched myself in the mirror totally hairless and horny. I went to the bedroom and pulled open the bottom draw, taking out a new white silk nightdress that went to just below my arse, some white stocking, and a new bra and French knickers set that were pink and lacy. After a few minutes of trying different short skirts, I finally decided on the nightdress. I know it's meant to be for bedtime but it felt sexy with my stockings and boots I thought 'fuck it' no one is going to see me so on it went again. I had never used make-up before and did my best with what I had, and then put on my blond wig and looked myself up and down in the mirror. After going to the gym for the last month I could see that my stomach was getting smaller, I didn't look pregnant any more, which put me in an even better mood. I wouldn't pass on the street as a woman but I didn't care, I was on my own, and I thought, and felt sexy. After rolling a joint and a line of Charlie I cranked the music up and opened the doors to the garden. The sun was on its way down but it was still hot. Our garden is covered on all sides my trees with a gate at the bottom that no one used, so it was easy to sun bath naked without being seen. I went over to the patio and put down the ash tray, Jack Daniels, and my stash tin, and sat on the chair lapping up the sun in a very good mood. After about forty five minutes I got a little paranoid about my mum and dad coming back early, or someone coming around with a key, so I went back to check the locks were on the doors, and decided to get some toys to play with after feeling a little more at ease and daring. I had a small vibrator from one of my ex girlfriend's, that I used about 6' long. As I had never been with a man before I thought I was doing well taking it all inside my arse for the first time six months ago. I proceeded down stairs, vibrator in one hand and jelly in the other and a big smile on my face as I could feel my lacy knickers riding up my crack, heightening my expectations. I then sat back down on the sun bed and laid back. My dress had ridden up exposing my knickers. I looked at myself felling really turned on and ran my fingers under the silk edging and felt my shaved cock. I started top rub myself as you do with a real pussy, pumping my clit towards my boy pussy between my legs. I was so fucking horny I almost came, with a few spurts of pre cum running towards my pussy, telling me to slow down. You have another week left before they come home. I thought. I parted my legs a little and rubbed my pussy which was wet as a little more cum oozed from the tip of my cock onto my finger as I pushed it in. I was laid back straddling the sun bed, knickers aside, finger fucking myself like a right slut, I thought. I pulled my finger out and replaced my knickers and went back to the kitchen for a few more lines feeling like a naughty girl who was exploring the world wile the parents were away. I never felt so right, even with my girlfriend I would buy her sexy clothes just to try them myself, but nothing a free as this. I lit up the joint as I sat back down wondering how I could jam my vibrator so I could ride it like a real cock. Looking around the garden I noticed the back gate locked, and for some reason decided to un lock it. I walked down to it, beyond the gate was I forest with a track the locals use. There was no cover from the outside world here. I unlocked the gate and pulled it ajar a little peeking out to see if and one was around. No one in sight, So I pushed my luck further, and stepped out of the gate. After a few minutes of hoping to be caught, no body turned up, so back to the safety of my garden I went, locking the gate again. After the disappointment of not being caught, I decided to fuck myself as much as I could. I went back to the patio and started to finger jelly into my pussy, making it as slippery as possible. When a voice from the bushes said, "Is that for me?" I froze.......................... ........ "Who the fuck are you?" I asked, angrily. But know one replied. I was starting to get nervous, and angry that someone had interrupted me, and was now playing silly buggers with me. "Come out or I'll call the police!" I said abruptly at the area of bush I thought the voice had emulated from. "What? Dressed like that? I don't think so." Came the reply. I turned towards the shed to the left of the gate, were I was now sure he was hiding. But what made it worse, was that I recognised the voice, as a bolt of fear shot up my back. This was doubled when a thousand faces of people I knew flashed in front of my eyes, yet I could not match any with the deep voice. What do I do? I thought, as I looked over to the table that was now littered with, coke, a joint, my vibrator, drink etc. Even if I could get to the house in time all the evidence is outside. FUCK! I picked up the joint and sparked it. Half was trying to carm down and the other half thinking; I've being caught in my back garden dressed up and high, about to fuck myself. I didn't care if I was smoking. I inhaled, looked at the shed and said reluctantly, "Do you want some?" Strait after the last work had left my tongue knew what the answer would be. Right on cue, he replied" What you or the smoke? "You wish" I said sarcastically. "Arrr saving you self for someone better are we?" "No I just..." "I could just tell Bob and Rose what you get up too when there away." He interjected. But it was enough to put me back in my place. My heart was racing. My head swirling from the buzz of the Charlie, and the way this first encounter could pan out. But I didn't want to play for real. Did I? I mean I love dressing up and toying myself, but this would be a different league. Besides, I wanted my first time to be a bit more romantic, rather than a drunken quickie in between lines. "Turn around." He asked softly. I turned on the spot and was again back facing the shed, but the speed in which I had turned had made my giddy. That and my right heal getting caught in the patio there could be only one outcome. I feel side ways, twisting my ankle as I hit the deck. I sat up holding my ankle over my stockings, the pain was numbing but bearable, but I knew it would hurt like hell in the morning. Then out of the corner of my eye, a hand appeared. I flinched away putting pressure on my leg, causing it to hurt more in a vain attempted to stand. "Let me help you" He said, as his hand hovered over my left shoulder. I held his hand and he pulled me up to face him, as his other hand glided round to just above my arse as we made eye contact. "Steve?" I whispered, shocked at the sight of seeing him standing there. Steve lived three houses down, with his wife and kids. And he was my dad's best friend. He stood just taller than me, and was slightly chubby. He was always good fun at bbq's, I would some times over hear his wife Sarah, telling mum, how dirty he was in bed, and the risky things they had done together. He helped me to the table and I downed my drink as quick as I could. Shaking, I poured out two more and passed the smaller to Steve. "Sorry, your dad told me to keep an eye on the house. I didn't get answer at the door so went round the back and saw you outside, and crept in before you turned round." "Great, you were perving over me and now my ankles killing me. You certainly know how to charm a girl." I retorted. He said nothing, and went into his pocket pulling out a bag of Charlie. "May I? He asked. "If you want, but I didn't think you participated, let alone buy it." I replied. I felt a little more relaxed, as I watched Steve rack up two long lines on the mirror, double what I normally do. "There is a lot you don't know about me Gr.... What do I call you like this? He asked. "My name is Jade" I replied after finishing my bit. "Well Jade you look very gorgeous, from the shed you look very inviting." He remarked. "Thank you" I replied I looked over at him sitting there, and glanced at his jeans. I could see he was getting turned on, and a thrill of excitement swept my body. I was doing that dressed like this. Me. I too started to respond as my cilt pushed my knickers out, and I felt them ride up to my sticky pussy. I wiggled on the chair trying to get a little more comfortable. "Are you ok?" Steve asked. "Yes please excuse me." I stood up, and without thinking, hitched my skirt up, and pulled my knickers down a little, when every thing happened at once. I had my back to Steve, whose hands were now gently sliding round my hips towards my clit. At the same time, I could feel his cock pushing through his jeans, rubbing between my arse, as he then started to kiss me on the back of the neck. His fingers crept under the out lining of my knickers and run over my cock. His other hand had found it's way to my pussy, probing me as he started to suck on my neck. He pulled his hand from under my underwear and started rubbing me through the material. I could feel myself about to cum, and tried to pull away, but he just quickened the pace. Then I exploded over his hand and knickers. He rubbed my socked cilt, pushing cum in and out of my pussy, I was in heaven. I pulled away and faced him and pulled him towards me by his belt. I undone his trousers and they dropped to the floor, revelling a 7' cock and no pants. I started to wank him as girlfriends in the past have done to me, he then kissed on the lips. I wanked him a little more and without warning, I dropped down and licked his cock from his balls to the tip. I looked up at him his cock stretched above my lips. I opened my mouth, and took my dads mate's cock. I sucked like a slut possessed, slurping and licking as he started to twitch. He then pulled me off his cock and sat on back the chair, as his cock stood tall. I went over to him and straddled his cock, pushing it towards my pussy. "Are you sure?" He asked. With that I kissed Steve and lowered myself upon him. After a few minutes I was wet and relaxed enough to speed up. The feeling of his cock was magical, as I watch us make love in the reflection on the patio windows. I was dressed like a girl, and for the first time someone treating me like one. With his hands around my waist in bounced on his cock until his grip tightened. I knew he was about to cum, so I stopped and really slowly started to ride lower on to him, until he shot his spunk up my pussy. I sat there feeling him twitch inside me as I slowly pulled myself off of him, making sure I kept my arse as tight as possible, ensuring I wouldn't miss out on feeling cum drip down my leg as he left. I straitened my dress and replaced my knickers and stood in front of Steve. " I've got to get back now." Steve said as he fastened his trousers. "I'll see you soon Jade." And with that Steve kissed me and said thanks. "How soon?" I asked. He turned and walked towards the gate, I felt so used I almost cried. He had gone so cold on me not even looking at me as he closed the gate.