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Stormy Weather

By: Conlan



She was exhausted. She had just finished a double shift at the hospital, her third one this week. She was thankful that tomorrow was her day off and was excited about sleeping in and having a healthy, warm breakfast in the morning. Just one more stop at the grocery store and she would be home, hopefully in her hot tub within the next hour.

On her way to her beach home, a storm was rolling in over the Northern Atlantic. She loved storms and the power of the ocean; she just hoped she would make it home before the torrential downpour started. As she arrived home, the garage door wouldn't open and as luck would have it, the rain had begun. She parked as close as she could to the front door, grabbed her purse and groceries and darted towards the house.

Thankfully the porch light was motion sensitive and flicked on, kindly welcoming her home. She fumbled for a minute unlocking the door and finally made it in.

She placed her bags down and placed her hands on the table as she removed her shoes. As she looked up into the mirror, she thought to herself, "what a hot mess I am.".

She was standing there, drenched. Her long, curly, red hair and her nurses uniform was soaked. She looked like a girl you would see on the cover of a men's magazine...hot nurse drenched.

Just then, the lights flickered as a crack of thunder sounded off in the distance. The sound made her jump with excitement. She hustled into bathroom and started filling the tub and lit some lavender candles. 

As the tub was filling, she started to undress. The coldness of her wet clothes was starting to give her chills and the steam from the hot water felt good against her skin. She stood there wearing her lacy white bra and her white boyshorts and went into the kitchen.

As she was placing the groceries away, she was excited. The storm looked like it was growing in intensity. The sky would light up with heat lightning and the rain was pounding hard against the roof. She could see the waves crashing against the shore and smell the fresh air from the opened kitchen window. She poured herself a glass of merlot and went back to the tub with wineglass and bottle in hand.

She effortlessly removed her bra and panties and felt the water with her hand - it was perfect. She turned off the light and then slipped into the tub.

The water felt like magic on her skin. The warmth of it quickly penetrated her and removed all fragments of any coldness that she felt; she immediately had chills from the pleasure it was giving her.

She leaned her head back, and took a sip of her wine as she watched the storm brewing outside. The few trees in her yard were swaying back and forth, the crashing of the waves were becoming more intense and the rain was slowing up just a little. 

She felt peace.

It had been a rough few days, however to live like this it was worth it. Ever since her childhood, she loved the water - and owning a house on a lake was a dream, but on the ocean that was paradise to her.

She poured herself another glass of wine and then placed her eye mask on. She could feel her body becoming tingly with everything that was happening. The warm water, the smell of the candles, the roar of mother nature outdoors and of course the sweet wine flowing through her body. She was almost there, a perfect state of relaxation.

Lying there, her hand slowly moved out of the water and opened a small box on the crest of the tub. Her body began to quiver as she was full of anticipation for what was coming next, as she pulled her glass dildo out of the case. 

She pulled the dildo into the water to let it warm up. She had been wet ever since she saw the first thunderhead on her way home this evening - something about water and storms just turned her on and her pussy was throbbing for a good fucking.

The dildo was warm and her pussy was begging for it. She slowly slid it into her tight cunt. Her mouth opened and she began to bite her bottom lip with the thought of being penetrated by her boyfriend, who had been traveling for the last week.

She was thinking about his intoxicating smell and the passionate sex that they always had as she gently pushed the dildo into her and her thumb gently rubbed her clit as her other hand massaged her breasts.

The tension that had been built up the last several days was melting away, she felt that she was about to explode - she was feeling immensely good at this point. Just then, her body went into convulsions, quivering, the water splashing onto the floor as she began to orgasm and let out a loud moan of ecstasy. Just then, from underneath her mask she sensed the light flicker in the hallway as the power went out. This intensified her orgasm as she grabbed the side of the tub with both hands. The dildo was slowly moving in and out of her simply by the pressure of her lips choking it and as they shook from her orgasm.

She let out one last moan of pleasure and then began gasping for air.

She started letting the water drain and stepped out onto the microfiber bath mat and grabbed her soft white towel and began drying off. She loves storms and that was one of the best orgasms she had had in a while. She bent over, blew the candles out and then with the towel wrapped around her slowly started to make it to the bedroom that overlooked the ocean. She dropped the towel to the floor as she neared the foot of the bed.

Standing there, she saw lightning strike the ocean and just then, she felt a firm arm wrap around her waist and a hand on her mouth. Her entire body tensed and her eyes opened wide.

Without warning, she felt cloth slip over her head. She could barely see through it, just the occasional strike of lightning but nothing more. As the bag was secured over her head, she felt her hands being bound behind her and then she was bent over the bed.

She felt a warm, throbbing cock from behind her push into her pussy, which was still convulsing a little from the prior orgasm. As the rock hard cock entered into her, her pussy started to throb even more, her pussy was asking, no telling her that she needed to be fucked.

The man from behind her, bent over and bit her neck and the warm breath of him touched the lobe of her ear. In a husky voice, that sounded a little strained he said:

"I saw you fucking yourself in the tub. You are a filthy slut and need to be fucked by a real man, not a fucking toy."

She moaned; the excitement had taken her voice from her.

"So, you agree. Or are you too afraid to say anything?" At the same time, she felt his dick slide out of her and slide into her tight ass. 

She screamed, but not with pain and just then her head tilted up and she saw lightning strike just outside the window. This surprised her and caused her entire body to tighten.

He slapped her ass and pushed all the way inside of her. 

She felt his hands grabbing her waist and pulling her into him as he thrust his mammoth cock inside of her. He started to go fast and hard and she felt the head of his cock getting swollen, full of cum inside of her ass. His balls were slapping up against her pussy and they hit her clit on rare occasions which made her shake again.

As her body went into another orgasm, he started to moan, moan very loudly. She then felt the cock leaving her and then his hot cum all over her ass and back. This sent her into a frenzy and she fell onto the floor shaking from the most intense orgasm she had ever felt, just as a clap of thunder shook the house.

Stormy Weather



Lightning flashed across the sky followed immediately by thunder vibrating the walls of the house; rain fell in relentless waves. Weather forecasters on the breaking news said we are in the bull's eye of the storm and could likely get eight to ten inches of rain and low land flooding already closed several city streets and highways in the area. Evening event cancellations scrolled across the screen faster than in winter blizzard conditions. We were in for a long night at home.

In my youth, a long night at home meant nothing to do but play cards or Monopoly. I am not in my youth and my partner for our long night at home is my neighbor, David. David lives next door but, in this downpour, he'd be soaked to the bone just going across the yards. David moved to our neighborhood last year and is in his thirties and fit, not a jock or some muscled up gym rat; he has tone. 

I knew David from a couple classes we had together in grad school although we didn't know each other well. We became closer friends since he moved next door. We've gone out together a couple times for pizza and beer; however, we are a Plutonic pair.

I am Sammy, a couple years younger than David at 31, I can hold my own in the fitness arena and try to keep excess weight off with jogging, bike riding, and swimming when I'm at the lake. David and I had been working in our yards when the storm began brewing. "Hey, David, come in for a beer before going home. I think we have time before that wall cloud gets here."

"Are you sure? That thing is moving fast and I already feel the leading edge winds picking up." Despite his apparent protest, David followed me into the kitchen through the slider and we both reached for beers in the refrigerator. 

"Of course I am not sure," I laughed as we both popped open our beers. "Besides, what are we going to do in our homes alone during this storm?"

I barely closed the sliding kitchen door before the winds hit. It was a straight line wind that smacked into the neighborhood with 70 mile per hour plus winds, sustained. Cloud to cloud lightning and the simultaneous thunder told me the storm was right on top of us. As I considered our predicament, I moved away from the door, closed the blinds, turning just in time to glimpse David's eyes roaming up and down my back side. I felt a flush of color rise and a warmth flow over my body.

The TV remote was near David and he turned on the TV to hear storm reporting. Switching between local channels, it became clear this storm was huge and any calming of the storm is not likely for a few hours. The reporter said there are three cells lined up to hit us today and into the night. Was turning on the TV a diversion from almost being caught checking me out?

"Come on, David, sit down," I said as I pulled out a kitchen chair for myself. "You are dry and just as safe here as in your own house. And, company during a storm makes it more fun."

"I'm a little ripe from yard work, I need to get home, shower and change. I bet you feel the same way, Sammy."

I looked at David coyly trying to judge how he might react to showering here without a change of clothes. "You can shower here and wrap a giant beach towel around yourself. I would like to have a shower too. You can go first, I'll find a beach towel for you."

"Do you have two beach towels, Sammy? I don't want to be the only one commando in this storm." I felt a color flush again and that familiar warmth in my core.

If that was a sexual innuendo, I accepted it with a simple answer, "Toga, toga."

**********

David disappeared into the bathroom to shower and I went to my bedroom to ready a few things for my shower. I scanned my bed finding it neatly made. My bedroom was clean, no dirty clothes around, and a couple candles for mood, if the mood strikes.

I stripped from my smelly clothes throwing them in the hamper. I tugged at my bra straps to release my breasts. I am not big in the boobs, 34B, but they are firm and my nipples stiffened almost immediately, from the cool air or my lusty thoughts.

My panty clung to me, I could see the puffy folds of my pussy lips forming a camel toe. The material stretched tightly across my butt. I have firm shapely butt cheeks and a hip size of 35. My waist is just 23. I heard the shower running in the hall bathroom and I ducked myself under the shower in my master bath. Rather than a beach towel, I wrapped myself in a silk bathrobe that fell to just about knee length.

David finished his shower and was in the kitchen again as I entered in my silk robe. He was in mid swallow of his beer when he saw me coming. All his movements stopped instantly as he gazed at me. 

Feeling more empowered by his appreciative stare, I gave a twirl that billowed the hem of the robe and, if he was looking, which he was, he would have to notice my nakedness underneath. Even though I was throughly dry from my shower, I was moist.

"David, I hope you don't mind that I wore a robe not a towel." I knew he didn't mind as his eyes roamed my body overtly and very much so intentionally. He crossed his legs and dropped an arm over his lap.

David tried being nonchalant, yet his voice cracked a bit, "I can't imaging a towel wrapping you as nicely as that robe, Sammy. No more twirls." I took the chair closest to David.

A streak of lightning flashed, an explosion echoed, thunder cracked, the lights went out. That burst of lightning hit a near by power pole and blew out a transformer. It happened very fast and really did frighten me.

I screamed and leapt onto David's lap, my robe road up my legs exposing my nakedness underneath. However, in complete darkness, David saw nothing. I straddled his legs and hugged myself to him, I whimpered.

David had to shift his crossed legs so I had more comfort on his lap while I tried to overcome the scare I just had. The scare of the explosion subsided and was replaced by another scare between my legs. I felt David's hard-on and it felt exciting.

"It's okay, Sammy," I heard David's reassuring words spoken softly into my ear. I felt his arms encircle me in his manly warmth. Then he kissed me, a peck really, on the neck; I was in complete surrender when I returned his peck with an impassioned open mouth kiss to his lips. I scooted my hips tighter against David's lap and trapped his cock between my pussy and his stomach.

The towel wrapping David loosened and his manly scent filled my senses. I was aware of my scents also; fingers worked the catches of my robe and it fell away from my body. 

It was still mostly dark as my naked breasts felt David's naked chest. David couldn't make out my figure in the darkness but he could feel it. "Sammy, you feel beautiful," he said as we probed each other's mouths with kisses and plenty of tongue dueling.

"Feel me, David," I panted. 

My passion built until I had to feel David penetrate me. I wanted to see his cock, see how large he really is; I felt his thickness and length under me but not in me. 

David's hands began moving up and down my back giving me sensuous touches that caused me to shiver and moan through our kissing. My nipples grazed across his strong chest becoming stiff red points of sensitivity. I ground my pussy against his shaft hoping against hope that his cock would find my opening.

"Sammy," David breathed as his hands cupped the globes of my ass lifting me higher on his lap. He was ready to enter me, his cock head peeled open my puffy wet pussy lips as he slowly lowered me onto his cock. He felt good in me and I knew an orgasm was not far from erupting.

My orgasm came at the moment David's cock filled me hitting my g-spot just right. This cum was like no other I ever experienced. I pressed my pussy down hard on David's cock making it touch me deeply against my cervix. I rubbed my clit on David's lap and another wave of orgasm hit. I was lost in orgasmic bliss when David rewarded me with his own wet, thick, creamy, cum.

We both must have been more than ready because it had not even been a full minute before we both lapsed into the exhaustion of our orgasms. The storm outside raged on and the storm inside was at a temporary lull.

I knew David pumped a heavy load into me, my cum and his flowed from my depths only restrained in me by David's shrinking cock. I groped for David's towel wanting to stop the flow before I pooled all over him and floor. 

I sighed with complete contentment as David lifted my head, kissed me, and spoke what I was thinking. "Sammy, that was outrageous. I felt something I can't explain."

"I'm still feeling it, David." I returned his kiss with a smile and added, "I really have to pee."

The spell of the moment broke as I very unceremoniously thrust a wedge of towel between my legs to catch our juices. We broke into laughter as I padded off to the bathroom, the towel trailing behind. I needed to make necessary corrections.

**********

David followed me to my bedroom and waited outside my bathroom door as I undertook the important task of relieving myself. I relaxed hearing his voice by the partly open door, "Sammy," he called, "wine or another beer?"

"Wine, David. I'll be out in a few minutes, you left me a mess to clean up." It was a mess I hoped to clean up again before the end of the night.

"Do you need some help," David asked with a little giggle. "I am good with washcloths and soap."

"What you're good at made this mess. David, I want you to stay the night. Get our wine and when you get back I'll be out." 

When David returned, I was sitting on the mattress after I lit a couple candles for mood. David gasped upon seeing me in the candle light. "This wine will never equal what my eyes see. You're lovely, Sammy." David handed me a glass of wine, set his down, and glided into the bathroom. "Wait right there," then tried to imitate the Terminator with, "I'll be back."

After a short few minutes, David stepped back into the bedroom after taking time make himself refreshed. He reached a hand out, I took it in mine feeling him pull me to me feet. David embraced me, kissed me sweetly, and guided me around the room as though dancing to a sensual slow song. 

We danced, we kissed, we touched. It was clear, David was in complete control as he guided me to the edge of the mattress. "Sammy, I want to make love to you." Then he sat me on the bed and lowered me till I laid out before him.

David used his finger tips to draw little circles around my breasts until those fingers found my nipples; he pinched them and I squealed in pleasure. Then his fingers began circling around my stomach and just above my mound. David kissed his way to where his hands rested on my stomach. "Sammy, you know what I'm going to do next?"

I knew what I thought he was going to do; however, he played me slowly and gently with his tongue. Kissing and licking my thighs drove me nuts and he never put his mouth on my pussy. "David, don't make me beg. Please lick me!"

I lost control of my hips when his tongue found my pussy and licked me from bottom to top. He was sensitive to how I reacted and plied me with another long lick. At my clit, he pressed his tongue tightly on my little nub and circled it. My hips rotated with the movements of his tongue.

"Cum for me, Sammy." All I wanted to do was cum and in total abandonment I screamed and came hard in David's mouth.

Mother Nature was still storming and at the height of my orgasm, lightning flashed, thunder cracked, and I came more. In all my sexual life, no one has done for me what David did in the kitchen or in the bedroom.

David shifted his position to lay atop me, his hard cock knocked at my opening. With one hand, I guided him over my threshold and for many long agonizing seconds, David pushed ever so slightly entering me at a snail pace.

When he was buried in me, he rested, making no movements. He was torturing me in the most blissful way. Then he began withdrawing painfully slow. With just the tip of his cock still in me, he began the slow torture of penetration again.

David drew my legs high, linked his arms behind my knees and made my pussy tighter and gave him even deeper reaches to feel. David kept the pace steady. He didn't thrust into me hard but he set a rhythm that assured me more earth shattering cum.

Suddenly, the bedroom came alight; the power was on. I saw us in the dresser mirror, saw David's large cock filling me.

David saw me clearly and in that instant he exclaimed, "Sammy, you look beautiful." 

No man ever called me beautiful, cute - yes, pretty - yes. I was overcome with a joy I never experienced before. I burst into tears and orgasmed at the same time. I was a whimpering mass of female receiving love and loving simultaneously. David relaxed his hold on my legs; I was limp from cumming and still crying.

"Even your tears are beautiful," David whispered. 

Who is this man that can use only his words to make me cum, and I did, again. 

**********

Long story short, David no longer lives next door, he moved about 75 feet west into my house. He rents his house furnished and we spend many stormy nights, storms not always included, making love and thanking that June storm for our present predicament.



Stormy Weather



Ben Roberts leaned into the howling wind as he walked down the windswept beach. First day of holidays and a hurricane is approaching! Not that he minded, he quite liked the wild weather and at 18 years he was the only teen in a three family holiday. Although it was the middle of the afternoon it was almost dark, the angry clouds black, heavy and threatening as they folded on each other.

He was about to return home when he saw a shape break from the groin ahead and move. Even at a distance he could appreciate the young, shapely female body when suddenly her beach hat flew from her head and was carried off in the wind. He watched her frustrated lunge and the sag of her body as she realised it was gone forever.

The hat hit the sand and started cartwheeling its way towards him. He quickly ran to try and intercept the hat, sprinting across its path before diving full length to grasp it. Wiping the sand from his body and with the trophy in hand he walked towards the girl. As he got closer he realised she was older than he first thought. Mid 20's perhaps, very pretty face with long brown hair that hung to her shoulder blades although at that moment simply a tangle being whipped by the wind; she had a teen's slim body and full breasts covered by a thin T shirt.

"Thank you," she said smiling at him and turned as he pointed over her shoulder.

"Christ, we're going to get drenched," he said looking past her at the sudden torrential rain burst bearing down on them.

"Oh god," she said as she turned to look. "Quickly, this is my place," she said indicating the house in the sand-hills further up the beach and they started to run. But they were only half way there when a torrent of rain fell on them. They were absolutely soaked, the rain so heavy they could only see 10 yards in front of them.

Suddenly Ben burst out laughing. He reached out and took her hand slowing to a walk.

"Hahaha" he laughed uncontrollably. "We're absolutely drenched, we can't get any wetter so what are we running for?" he cackled.

His laughter was infectious and Deb found herself laughing with him. It was the first time she had laughed in a long time.

He was still laughing as they climbed the steps to her veranda.

"Bloody hell, I've never been so wet," he laughed. "It's like being in a wet T shirt contest," he laughed looking at Deb then quickly cringed as he realised his gaff.

Deb stiffened momentarily. "Oh my god,' she muttered as she looked down at herself; her T shirt virtually transparent and clinging to her full breasts and body left virtually nothing to the imagination. Her eyes were drawn to the dark colour of her areolas, visible through the wet cloth and her nipples showing as tight and prominent little buds.

"My god," she muttered again trying to loosen the cloth but only succeeded in highlighting the shape of her breasts.

She gave a shrug. "Well, the audience would probably boo me off the stage anyway," she said with a resigned smile. "Anyway, when I woke up this morning I didn't expect to be standing here discussing the merits of my boobs with a complete stranger," she said looking at him.

His embarrassment was obvious as he shuffled his feet and stuttered. "I'm sorry ... I didn't mean ... I mean, I think you look beautiful. Oh god, I mean ..."

Deb smiled, she was touched by his shyness and at his obvious embarrassment. She stopped him as she put a hand on his arm.

She gave a small laugh. "Enough, we need to change out of these wet clothes before we catch a chill. Come inside and I'll give you a pair of my husband's shorts and a shirt to wear. He was a bit bigger than you but it will just be a loose fit."

They introduced themselves and 10 minutes later they had both changed into dry clothes. The rain had ceased temporarily but the wind had increased dramatically, Ben was alarmed at the sound of banging outside the house.

"Pardon me for asking," he said with a note of concern in his voice. "But have you and your husband made any preparations for the hurricane that's coming?"

"Hurricane? I didn't know, I don't listen to the news much since Mickey..." she paused and took a deep breath before continuing in a subdued voice, "my husband, since Mickey passed away. Is it serious?"

"Yes it is, very serious. Look... ah... my family are holidaying in a house just up the beach. If you want I can check outside and look at what needs to be done in the house for you or I can get out of your way and leave you to it. I'm cool either way but someone has to batten down now," he said with a sense of urgency.

Deb was a bit uncertain but as the house rattled to a gust of wind she thought it best to take him up on the offer. Ben called his mother and advised her of his whereablouts.

There was a lot to do: shutters, some loose, pots, loose material, it was dark when Ben was satisfied. Then he went indoors looking for emergency equipment. 

"What's that?" he inquired as they went into the garage pointing at a car under a tarpaulin. 

"Oh Micky's pride and joy. He was restoring an old 50's Cadillac. But..." she said with a resigned shrug of her shoulders.

They didn't have time to continue. He found the generator, started it up to make sure it was in working order. Found a chain saw, torch and other equipment she might need then laid it all out so they could find it in an emergency.

Suddenly the lights flickered and the house rattled as it was battered by a heavy wind gust. "Bloody hell," he muttered as he looked at Deb. She couldn't hide the worried look on her face. He was uncertain what to do.

"Mrs Regan, look I'm concerned for your safety. Whilst I've secured most things I can't just walk away and leave you here alone. This is a real hurricane, anything could happen. I can't just leave you here alone, is there someone else?"

"No. I'm not leaving my home, I will be alright," she said uncertainly.

Ben was worried. "I can't just leave. What to do? Look, I know you don't know me but I'm a responsible guy. I wouldn't do anything, wouldn't do you any harm. It's up to you but I think it would be best if I stay here tonight just in case something happens. You can set me up where ever you wish, lock your door, whatever but I can't just leave you here alone," he said and as if by design a violent gust of wind battered the house, rattling doors and windows.

"Look I'll ring my mom and you can speak with her," he said pulling out his cell phone. 

Ben rang his mother and explained the situation before handing the phone to Deb.

"Hi Deb," his mother said. "Look, you are welcome to stay with us. We have room and I know how frightening it can be."

"Thanks but I can't leave my house. I have to stay," Deb responded.

"I understand, I probably would make the same call," Ben's mother said. "Look, he's a good kid, respectful and his offer to help is entirely consistent with his normal behaviour. If you want him to stay I don't mind and you wouldn't have to worry about him. I'd kill him if he did anything wrong," she laughed. 

Weighing up the worst of two options she somewhat nervously accepted Ben's offer. Deb busied herself making dinner for them as Ben went through the house making preparations. It had been almost a year since her husband had been killed on duty in Afghanistan. She had withdrawn from living since that time. She found Ben's presence both disturbing but also reassuring. Without a man in her life for the past year she found it a little disconcerting that Ben was able to make her laugh and set her at ease. Whilst she was nervous with him she also felt safe, comfortable with his presence. With the hurricane battering her house she was pleased just to have someone around.

The wind and rain intensified. Deb had been stalling for time, they both knew it, but going to her bed seemed to have an element of threat but it was getting late. Ben looked at his watch.

"Look, there's no point in staying up listening to the wind, it just makes you nervous. We might as well try to get some sleep, or at least some rest - just in case something happens," he said.

By now the house was taking a constant battering. They had rooms at each end of the house. As Ben headed to his room he stopped as he heard her call.

"Ben," she said uncertainly.

He stopped and turned. She stood in the corridor, hands clasping together, a picture of uncertainty. He felt a flush of arousal as he looked at her body outlined against the backlight from her bedroom. He could sense her uncertainty. He took one step towards her, stopped, then slowly walked back down the corridor to her.

"I'm frightened," she said, her voice quivering and he could see the fear in her eyes.

Gently he reached for her and wrapped her in his arms. As he did she felt a surreal sense of warmth, serenity and security. The demons she had carried with her for the last year slowly disappeared and she was surprised to find feelings that she hadn't had for a long time washing through her body and mind.

"I won't let anything happen to you. That's a promise," he said softly but with assurance.

She stood for a few moments trying to make up her mind then spoke in a small voice. "Ben, I'm so scared ... I feel so stupid, I really didn't know this was coming and now I'm afraid, I'm really afraid to be alone." she said quietly, a sense of pleading in her voice. 

"It'll be alright," he said more confidently than he felt as the house rattled to another gust of wind. "I... I suppose I can sleep on the floor in your room if you want. I won't, you know, I ah, won't do anything," he responded. And as he said the words he was conscious of her softness and warmth as he held her.

Her fear outweighed her natural caution. Ben picked up his bedding and spread it out on the floor near her bed. No sooner had they settled when there was an almighty crack followed by banging on the roof. Ben jumped up and raced through the house. A branch had broken from a tree and was rolling on the patio roof. 

"It's got to come off or it will tear the roof apart," he yelled to her as the wind howled around him.

He raced inside for the chainsaw and ladder. As he climbed on the roof he struggled to maintain his balance as he was buffeted by the wind. "What the fuck am I doing here?" he said to himself as the branch twisted, crashing painfully into his ribs. The branch twisted dangerously and his ribs hurt but he made the necessary cuts making the site safe and was relieved to get out of the wind.

When he returned Deb was almost in tears. "You're hurt," she said looking at his side where traces of blood showed through the T shirt. Sit down and I will look at it," she instructed. "Now," she said sternly as Ben started to protest. "I'm a nurse so just do as you are told," she said with authority and he raised his hands in mock surrender, a wry smile on his face.

Her training took over and she was all professional. Initially she checked his ribs to make sure nothing was broken and they were both relieved as she told him that his ribs were not broken but they would be sore for a while. Then she moved on to his cuts. Ben could feel his heart rate rise as he responded to the soft touch of her hands on his side. As much as he tried to control his emotions he was embarrassingly conscious of the blood flowing to his penis as it slowly began to stiffen. His mind screamed at her to finish tending to his cuts and scratches but she methodically inspected his side, carefully removing a couple of splinters and ensuring that there were none left. 

Ultimately his erection was such that neither could avoid the obvious.

Deb chuckled, "well, it's nice to see that your mind has its own pain control method." Instantly the mood relaxed as they laughed together.

"I'm sorry, I never meant..."

"Don't, as a nurse you would be surprised at how many times I've seen that happen. At times you guys seem to be able to forget about pain. I'm used to it," she laughed as she swabbed his side with antiseptic. But she was very aware of her own response of arousal which she had lost control of.

Her heart was in her mouth when they returned to the bedroom. She stood uncertainly near the side of the bed. In truth she was uncertain of her own motivations as she said "I can't leave you on the floor, it's too hard for your side. You will be in pain. Look, I trust you. If you promise not to do anything you can sleep in my bed if you like."

They were both wide awake as they pulled the covers over themselves. Whilst they started apart with every gust of wind that rattled the house she subconsciously edged closer to him.

Suddenly she sat bolt upright and gave a small cry of despair as something banged loudly into her house. They listened as it scraped and rolled along her veranda. 

"Oh my god," she said in alarm. "What's that? What are we going to do?" almost in tears.

"Well, it's pissing with rain so I suppose we could both go outside and have a look. That way we will both get wet and we can have another wet T shirt competition," he said with mock sincerity.

"Huh?" she muttered uncertainly, then started to giggle. Still giggling she gave him a playful punch to his arm. 

"You're just trying to make me laugh aren't you?" she said, and he could hear the relief in her voice. "Wet T shirt indeed, is that all you guys think about?" she said laughing then leaned across him. "Thank you," she said sincerely "for everything," and gave him a quick kiss.

Ben sat beside her and placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. She sagged to him and made no attempt to move away as he continued to hold her as they lay back on the bed.

He turned to her. She was quiet, warm; there! She snuggled closer. 

His hand slid up her back sending shivers of desire through her. Her body craving a touch that she hadn't felt for so long. Ben instinctively knew to progress slowly. He made no move sexually, content to rub her back spending an inordinate amount of time gently scratching the small of her back until her felt her relax into him. Only then did he move to her and she was ready for his kiss. Then he moved lower.

He kissed her breasts. Cupping one with one hand he took full advantage, suckling one nipple as his fingers toyed with the other. She sighed with the almost forgotten pleasure. Then her heart beat faster as he settled between her legs, moving her thighs apart he kissed his way down her body. Her heart beat wildly as she felt his progress as he slid down her body and kissed her navel, poking his tongue in her cavern. Then her muscles tightened as he slid lower and kissed her where she had never been kissed before.

Her gasp of surprise was carried away in the whistling of the wind battering her house as she tried to manage the hurricane of pleasure whipping through her body.

Her legs opened further of their own volition to give him full access to her charms. Her hands clutched at the edges of her pillow and she moaned uncontrollably as he licked the length of her slit and teased her clit. The fury of the wind outside matched by the intensity of the pleasure his tongue was forcing on her sensitive bud. 

He was in no hurry and she didn't want him to stop as his lips and tongue made love to her. She could feel her sex opening to him like the petals of a flower as he teased her. 

"Oh god," she cried as she arched her back as he brought her to the edge of screaming. Yet he wasn't ready to give her the relief she so desperately wanted.

Leaving her frustrated he moved back up her body. He kissed her eyes, her nose then a smouldering kiss that parted her lips and lit an explosion of emotions deep inside her.

She slipped her free hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer. She could feel his weight upon her. She was wet for him as he moved over her.

He placed the tip of his cock so it barely touched the swollen lips of her sex, rubbing the head along the length of her slit. "Oh god, do it, put it in... please," she pleaded. Then moaned in pleasure as he thrust his hips forward sheathing himself completely within her warmth. 

"Oooooooooh, that's nice," she groaned quietly in his ear as he sank into her and he could feel her hips rising to meet him as they developed their own rhythm. 

He felt a surge of passion as her hands dropped to cup the cheeks of his ass, pulling gently at him as she urged him to fill her. Her moans were becoming more frequent and he knew he had to make it last for her. Then he felt the clutching of her muscles, the tensing of her body before she cried out in passion. He could feel the rhythmic clutching of her body as his own mating urges drove him to completion. His back arched as he thrust deep within her responsive body, the pleasure growing before he erupted, shooting his young sperm into her with a power that he didn't know he had. Again and again until he lay on her, spent.

He was amazed by the intensity of the feelings of passion she had aroused in him. She was not the first woman he had been with but none had touched him like she did. He dropped his head and tenderly kissed her neck and nibbled at her ear lobes. He had no desire to move from her any more than she had for him to move from her.

Gradually they both became aware of the storm raging outside. She shivered and held him tight.

They made love again before they both fell into a shallow sleep.

She awoke to the sounds of the storm outside and his hand gently fondling her breast. She had a moment of panic at his presence then her memories flooded her mind and she happily surrendered to his gentle touch, spreading herself willingly for him.

Later as Deb made breakfast Ben went to the garage. Uncovering the Cadillac he was impressed at what he saw. The vehicle was being restored and everything arranged in an orderly manner.

He hurried back to Deb excited. "The Caddy, he enthused. I can fix it, I know what to do. I'm a car buff and I'm studying mechanical engineering, I know all about these things. Everything is there. I'll have it done before I go," he said enthusiastically.

Deb quaked. The car was Mickey's pride and joy. The thought of letting someone else work on it unsettled her. She was in two minds but his enthusiasm was overwhelming and she knew that she couldn't leave it forever. Somewhat reluctantly she agreed. And she smiled to herself at the childlike glint in his eye when talking about the car: just like Micky used to. For the next few days he spent his time alternating between working on the car and making love to her. Although she occasionally felt remorse believing she was unfaithful to Mickey when Ben was inside her he owned her as she gave herself totally to him.

His second last day, he proudly declared that the car was finished. He made arrangements for the wheels to be aligned. They drove into town and dropped the car at the garage. They were having a coffee and sharing a piece of cake. They were talking quietly, he had one hand gently rubbing the inside of her thighs when their intimacy was interrupted.

"Deb, my god, it's so good to see you, I saw the Caddy as I walked past the garage. I didn't know what to think, surely it couldn't be yours but how many pink Caddies are there?" her friend Alicia Mallory said eyeing off Deb and Ben as they sat close together. 

"Alicia," she responded happily. "Come, sit down and join us, we're just having a coffee," she said patting the seat next to her. "This is Ben. He's, ah, staying with me for a while," she said opening her eyes wide and giving Alicia a cheeky smile.

"Ben's been working on it all week," she said not taking her eyes off Alicia. "He's been amazing."

Alicia didn't know what to make of the signals she was receiving from Deb. For the last year Deb had refused all her attempts to help her move on from her grief and here she was smiling, happy and sitting intimately close to a young guy who she had never seen before. 




Stormy Weather



"My god, you must be a magic man." She commented incredulously to Ben. "She would never let anyone get remotely close enough to even touch that car let alone ride in it."

Deb looked at Alicia over her coffee cup and gave a cheeky smile. "You must be right, he must be a magic man because he's touched and ridden more than just the car," she said. And the eye contact said it all.

Alicia could feel the flush burning her face. "Oh my goodness, too much information, too much information. God, hit me between the eyes why don't you, you're a dag Deb," she said waving her hands about and laughing.

Ben laughed. "Look, if you are going to talk about me then I'm going to leave you alone for a few minutes if that's ok?" he said giving Deb's leg a squeeze and he shuffled out of the booth. 

Deb and Alicia were both quiet as Ben slid out of the booth. Alicia studied Deb, noting the look of happiness on her face as she watched Ben leave the café.

"Deb, you've got that look. You look so happy and that's a worry, Who is this guy? I'm worried about you. Please, tell me you're not going to get hurt," said Alicia with a note of concern.

"Why do you say that?" Deb responded, the smile gone.

"Deb... it's been a long time since... well, I can see the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. You've only known him for what a week? what do you know about him? You're so vulnerable, I worry about you girl," she said.

Deb sat quietly for a moment. "You're right, I can't fool you. I wasn't looking for this and yes, I am going to get hurt but in the end it's a necessary step. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why, but I've fallen in love with him: really in love with him. Yes he's just 18, here on holidays for a week, and he's going home tomorrow. Great choice Deb! Once he's gone I will break down in tears, I will be broken hearted but this time I know it's coming, I'm prepared and I will recover. It'll take six or seven weeks like you do from any broken heart but then I'll be back to normal. Unlike with Mickey.

"Alicia, you're my best ever friend, I can talk with you. Don't ask me how but we just click. He's so, so, I don't know just so wonderful to me. He talks with me, he's kind and considerate, he thinks of me first, he makes me laugh - god knows the last time I laughed, I just feel comfortable around him, he plays with me and dare I say it, he's a wonderful lover.

"Look, yesterday we were doing the dishes, yes he also helps in the kitchen. Then he started getting a bit frisky. He flicked my ass with the tea towel and I grabbed a handful of soap suds and rubbed it on his face; then ran. He chased me, I ran round the kitchen table, we're both laughing and he's making all sorts of threats to me, we dodged from one side to the other then I took off squealing with laughter as I ran through the house. I threw myself on the bed laughing in total and complete happiness as he flopped on top of me. Our faces were inches apart as we laughed with each other. We were still laughing as he kissed me. Then the kiss became passionate.

"Look, we had kissed before but... this time it was different. I can't describe it but there was something more. Maybe I just wanted more. Our clothes just disappeared and when he mounted me I just wanted to make this the best sex he had ever had. He put the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy but I didn't let him have it straight away. I reached down between us and took his cock in my hand. I could hear him moan quietly as I ran the head of his cock through the soft lips of my pussy; up and down the length of my slit coating him with my love juices, and there was plenty of it.

"When I let him push inside me I only let him push the head of his cock in. I slowly moved my hips back and forth, up and down doing everything I could to fuck the head of his cock. While I was doing that I took his balls in my hand and gently played with them. I could feel him squirming, I knew I had him and then I let him push the rest of his cock into me. He moaned in relief, passion as he filled me. I did everything I could to make love to that pole. As he pushed in I ground my clit into his pelvic bones as he withdrew I massaged the head of his cock and fondled his balls. It was hot and I gave my all to him, purely for his pleasure. And the groan of pleasure, god I'm cummmiiinngg, I'mmmm cummmming he groaned as his sperm filled my cunt. Spasm after spasm, I thought he would never stop. Then his cumming took hold of me and I came just as hard on his cock. It was beautiful.

"That was yesterday. Early this morning he was working under the car, just tightening things up. I had made coffee so I went to the garage to tell him. His head was under the car, his legs sticking out. So I kneeled down beside him and ran my hand up his shorts. 'Fuck' he blurted out as I took his balls in my hand. Then I reached up and pulled the front of his shorts down. There can't have been any blood flowing to his brain because it was all rushing to his cock, it was hard. God you should have heard the groan of passion as I took the head in my mouth, I almost came there and then myself. He didn't have a chance, it was so sexy. I gave his cock a working over with my mouth and played with his balls with my hands. I don't think he was quiet throughout. It was only minutes but he started really going off. When he came I was in heaven. His hips were bucking, he kept telling me how beautiful it was and when he came in my mouth it was so powerful, there was so much of it. God... it was just... oh, fuck I loved every minute, I loved him.

"See, it wasn't that I did it, it was that I felt comfortable enough to just do it. Do you see the difference?

"Anyway, I just got up and said casually 'oh, I just came to tell you your coffee is ready. 

"We didn't get to drink that coffee. He stormed through the house, picked me up, took me through to the bedroom then fucked my brains out.

"Anyway, a couple of hours or so ago he finished the car. He was showing it off to me when he opened the back door, climbed in and beckoned for me to sit in the back seat. As soon as I was there he put an arm around me and kissed me. His hands went to my boobs and he slowly manoeuvred me on to my back. My clothes disappeared - he's good at doing that - then his fingers went exploring, he's good at doing that too. 

"I've never had sex in the back seat of a car before. It's so different, so intimate, so... I don't know, just close. I was wedged in between the seat and back rest, my head up against the door. When he covered me there was nothing else, the world didn't exist. When he pushed into me I was already hot for him and he slipped into me with one long thrust. God it was so good. As he rode me I could hear his breathing mixed with the squeak of the springs and the constant noises as the leather stretched. It was so heavenly his lips on mine, the feel of his body between my thighs, the feel of his smooth skin, I could have stayed under him forever. When I came it was for both of us. Not an explosion, more like the overflowing of lava from a volcano, I was so hot and my love juices just kept flowing and when I could feel him cumming inside me I just felt like a woman, a real woman and dare I say it, at that moment his woman. 

"Then the most amazing thing happened. As I came on his cock I saw a picture of Mickey in my mind; he smiled, gave me a thumbs up, waved then turned and walked away and disappeared. It was surreal, I was still having love tremors with Ben but I knew Mickey approved and wanted me to get on with my life. 

"See, that's what it's been like. He's made love to me everywhere; in bed, on the couch, on the floor, in the shower, bent over the sink, on the table you name it, we've done it. Jesus, we've even christened the sand hill next to my house. And it's more than just fucking, he goes down on me. Mickey never did oral but this guy, god the things he does with his tongue has me screaming, begging him to bring me off. When I orgasm... the tremors, they just keep coming... he stays in me, my pussy clutching at his lovely cock... 5 minutes, 10 minutes, who knows... my body twitches like a fish out of water. I had never had anything like it before but now, it happens all the time. I've cum so much my stomach muscles are actually sore. It's not just sex, it's the whole package; the heart, the mind and the pussy. Alicia he's just so different. He's always telling me how beautiful I am, how pretty my face is, how fabulous my boobs are and how he loves playing with them and my ass. When was the last time you had someone massage your feet? He does mine every night, he massages my neck and shoulders, massages my scalp he's all over me and I can't do a thing about it. So yeah babe, I'm in love and I'm going to get hurt, hurt bad, but it's worth it."

"So have you told him," Alicia asked knowing the answer.

"Yeah, right, like I can do that. He's an 18 year old guy who meets an older woman while on holidays. She lets him have sex on the first night they meet and gives him as much sex as he wants; anything, anywhere. So how do you think he would react if I said I love you huh? All he wants to do, like any guy, is to go back to school and brag about fucking some slut he met," she said wistfully.

"Christ Deb, don't be so fucking hard on yourself," Alicia said. 

"Yeah, he's not like that really but you know guys, the moment you mention the 'L' word then they freak out. He's given me plenty, brought me back to the world of the living, I can't do that to him."

"Oh Deb," Alicia said to her and placed a hand over hers. They looked at each other in silence. 

That evening when they made love they both knew it was their last night together. it was long, slow and tender. When she came the waves of pleasure continued longer than they had before. As he fell asleep she lay beside him in the half-light looking at his features. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with emotion and tears streamed down her face. Tears and emotions that she had denied for a year washed over her. 

She didn't sleep. In the early morning light he came to her again. This time there was an edge to their love making. He had an urgency, she could feel the tension as he pounded into her; something that he hadn't done before. Instinctively she knew. 

"Oh god, don't say it, please don't say it," she thought, her mind in turmoil.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming babe," he moaned as he pounded her cunt and she held him to her, her own body shuddering in climax. She felt his cock pumping her full of his sperm then he slowly let his body cover hers. She was mentally pleading with god when her world shattered.

"I love you," he said softly.

Fighting back the tears she played a role. The only role she could believe. "Oh, what a sweet thing to say," she said quietly. "But honey, let's face it, we are different ages, you're on holidays, you meet an older lady who lets you have sex - did you know that the average couple in a relationship have sex two to three times a week - well we must have had three or four months' worth in a week, and it was beautiful but you're going home and you've got your life to lead. I'll never forget you but honey I think you're living in the moment. In a week or two it will be different, I'll just be a fond holiday memory but thank you baby," she almost cried.

He kissed her neck. "I hear what you say but whatever you want to think, I love you. It's not puppy love, it's not sex love, there's only a few years difference in our ages so who cares, I really love you babe," he said as they held each other tightly. 

It was awkward and they both struggled as he gathered his clothes. She was crying as he kissed her goodbye and walked up the beach for the last time. He wiped away his own tears.

Two months later Ben opened his emails. His heart rate picked up as it always did when he had an email from her. It had been a few weeks since her last.

"Ben I've debated whether to send you this email. I've already deleted it three times but you have a right to know. I'm pregnant. Now I don't want you to think this is a demand for money or anything else; it's not. I never told you I wasn't on the pill so you have no responsibility for my condition. I've got everything under control. I don't want or need anything from you and I'm financially stable. It's just that the last thing you would every want is someone knocking on your door in 18 years' time saying 'I'm your son or daughter. I couldn't do that to you or our child. 

"Ben, you've left me with the most wonderful gift, the most wonderful reason to get on with living and I will be forever thankful. I couldn't be happier. I will let you know when the birthday is and if you ever want to meet him or her then that would be nice I think. 

Deb had a sinking feeling as over the next few days she had no response from Ben. She was disappointed but even though she knew he would ultimately remember her as a holiday fling she had at least expected some acknowledgement from him. At other times she realised just how hard that might be for an 18 year old guy. No matter, she was happy and in love with that little person growing inside her.

Saturday: it was calm, the sun was making a late appearance in the change of seasons. Deb was lazily skimming rocks over the flat water as she had done when she was a child. Her attention was momentarily distracted as she watched a small plane flying up the beach. She stood and watched as it grew larger, a sign flapping behind it. Then her eyes goggled wide, heart in her mouth as she read the words "I told you I love you." She was trembling with emotion as she turned around, the heat building behind her eyes. When she saw him the tears started to run down her cheeks.

"You didn't have to come," she said as he came closer.

"I don't need any help, I have it under control," she said but he still just walked calmly towards her. She wanted to run to him, throw herself into his arms but couldn't move.

"I made one mistake," he said as he closed the gap and stopped a foot in front of her.

"I should never have left you alone. I will never make that mistake again."

She was crying tears of joy as his hands went round her. She tilted her face to him. She didn't have to wait as his lips crushed hers.

"Am I allowed to be this happy?" she cried.

"Ha, even happier if you want to get married," he said.

"I do, I will, I whatever," she said laughing through her tears of joy.



Stormy Weather



The storm had appeared from nowhere. One minute the summer sky had been a perfect sea of blue, with the odd cotton wool cloud idly making its way across, and James had been sunning himself in the back garden, half reading, half dozing. Then, all of a sudden, the eastern horizon had turned ominously dark. Literally within a matter of minutes the whole sky was covered by a huge black cloud, like an invading alien mother ship from a sci-fi movie.

When the first rain came, it was a few huge drops, like mini water bombs, landing about a foot apart on the patio. With their appearance, James picked up the bottle of wine from the garden table and took himself inside. He was enjoying an afternoon in his own company, losing himself in a murder mystery with the help of a bottle of merlot. He was a bit put out that he'd lost his spot in the sun, but was really enjoying the book and was happy enough to continue it on the sofa.

He sat and listened to the rain getter faster and, if it were possible, heavier, and the thunder rolling in from the distance. Like the cloud, its progress was remarkably swift, and now it was close and preceded by shocks of lightning. It was no more than fifteen minutes since the dark cloud had first appeared on the horizon. He was just thinking he was so glad he wasn't one of the poor saps who were out in this when there was a knock on the door.

As he made his way to the door he had decided the most likely caller would be a delivery guy. Who else would be out in this foul weather? So he was absolutely dumbstruck to find an incredibly hot girl on his doorstep. She was just stunning. Even as she stood there, totally drenched to the skin, she still looked amazing. Like a model on some exotic photo shoot who had just emerged from the sea. Of course the fact that she was wearing just a thin cotton summer dress that was wet through and so clung to every wonderful contour of her awesome body helped. But it was her big beautiful brown eyes, luscious full lips and flawless olive skin that had struck James when he first laid eyes on her.

He figured she was around the same age as his daughter Amy, which would make her about eighteen. She was slim, about five foot seven, and had large, round, firm looking breasts, which James quickly realised he should probably stop staring at.

"Oh...Hi.... can I help you?" he asked.

"Hi Mr Rogers....is Amy in?" she asked in a remarkably cheerily tone, considering her bedraggled state. 

"Er no...no, she's gone to London for the day with her mother. They won't be back until much later tonight, I'm afraid."

She must be a school friend of Amy's. He didn't recognise her, but then he hadn't really seen any of them for a couple of years. His daughter caught up with her friends in coffee bars, restaurants and pubs nowadays, rather than in each other's bedrooms. 

"Oh yes. I do remember her mentioning that now. I was cycling into town and thought I'd drop by on my way. You probably don't remember me. I'm Daisy. I used to come round here to see Amy quite a bit."

"Daisy. Yes of course I remember you. Do come in, out of the rain. Come on, come in. And there's no need for the 'Mr Rogers'. I think you're grown up enough by now to call me James." He ushered her into the hallway. "Well I must say you look a bit different from the last time I saw you!"

She had been a skinny little thing when she used to come over for sleepovers. She had always had those beautiful big brown eyes though. Her mother was Spanish or Portuguese and a good looking woman, he remembered, even though they had only met briefly a few times at school events. Daisy had had the body of a young girl when he last saw her. She had grown up and out since then. He could see every curve of her body as she stood there in that wet dress, and she was all woman now.

She must have seen him staring at her, for she held her arms out at her sides, looked down at her wet clothes and laughed. 

"I got caught out by that pesky storm! When I set off on my bike it was a beautiful sunny day. Halfway here it started to spit but I thought it would just be a light shower so kept going, and before I knew it I was in the middle of a monsoon. I'm just so glad I didn't have much further to go. That lightning was getting too close for comfort."

As if to emphasise her point, the sky around the house was lit up by a flash of lighting, followed instantly by a huge thunder clap that seemed to explode right over the house. Daisy flinched. "I was really quite scared!"

They stood for a second in silence. James wasn't sure what to say or do exactly. Rain was beating against the windows and was making an almighty racket on the glass roof of the garden room at the back of the house. Finally he said, "Well there's no sign of the rain letting up just yet, but these sorts of storms don't normally last too long. You're welcome to stay here until the it passes. I would run you back home now in the car but I've had a few glasses of red, so I'm afraid that's out of the question. So why not sit it out here? Did you put your bike somewhere dry?"

"Yes, under the large tree next to the garage. Thank you so much for letting me wait here. Are you sure I'm not disturbing you?"

The only disturbance she was causing was in his pants. She was standing there like the hands-down winner of a Miss Wet T-Shirt competition. Her dress was virtually see-through in places, and the outline of her bra and panties were quite visible. She was soaked to the skin, and was shivering a little, and her pert nipples were starting to stand out through the fabric of her dress.

"Look, I'm sure Amy wouldn't mind, why don't you pop up to her room and grab the towelling robe that's hanging on the back of her bedroom door?"

"Oh thank you, yes that would be wonderful. Is there anywhere I could get these wet things dry, do you think?"

"Um, let's see. Well, yes, I guess we can pop your dress in the tumble drier if you like. Then it'll all be dry by the time the rain stops. Yes, good idea, otherwise you're going to catch a cold."

"Thank you, that's really kind. If you're sure that's ok?"

"Of course it is. Oh, and feel free to grab a towel from the bathroom to dry your hair."

James felt a bit strange helping this young woman he hardly knew strip off her clothes in his house, but he had raised two daughters and he told himself it was really no different from helping Amy or Nic out. And anyway, he was starting to feel uncomfortable ogling her in her wet clothes, so the sooner she had something rather less revealing on the better.

"Oh you're such a sweetie, that really is so kind of you," Daisy beamed at him.

"Don't be silly. How about I get you a nice hot drink to warm you up while we're at it? Hot chocolate? Tea? Coffee?"

Daisy glanced over at the half drunk bottle of merlot on the side table. "Could I be really cheeky and ask for a glass of what you're having?"

James couldn't see why not. She was old enough to drink legally, and it would be a little rude to sit there sipping his wine without offering her some. So while Daisy ran upstairs to Amy's room, James grabbed a glass from the cabinet. As he did so he smiled to himself. Funny old game this, getting used to your kids and their friends becoming adults.

He poured her a glass of wine, and topped his own up. He peered out of the window at that dark sky, trying to work out how long the storm was going to last. Daisy seemed like a lovely girl but he wasn't sure how long the small talk would last before it got a bit strained. 

She appeared in the living room doorway. "Here you go then, for the tumble drier," she said, handing him her wet dress. She was wrapped up in Amy's white towelling robe. She was a little taller than Amy, so the robe didn't cover as much of her legs as he had expected. It finished several inches above her knees, leaving an expanse of smooth tanned thighs exposed. If anything it was shorter than the dress she had just swapped it for. But at least it wasn't see-through!

"Make yourself at home Daisy, I'll get the drier going," he said and motioned towards a table next to the sofa where he'd left her wine.

In the utility room James opened up the tumble drier. As he went to put her dress in, he noticed that there were some other pieces of clothing in with it. Wondering what they could be, he pulled them out. My God, she'd given him her bra and panties as well! On second thoughts that seemed entirely reasonable. They were probably soaked too and needed drying. He felt them.Yes they were quite damp. He stopped for a moment, looked over his shoulder, and then threw the dress in the drier but kept hold of the underwear. They were a matching set, white and lacy. 

Curious, he looked at the label on the bra. It read '34C'. He had no idea what he was expecting her size to be, but now he knew, and he felt a bit like a naughty schoolboy for looking. The bra went into the drier. He stood there with just the skimpy panties in his hand. He had no size label to check, so why was he still holding them? He stood doing nothing for a few moments. He knew what he wanted to do, and knew it was wrong, very wrong, but he did it anyway. He held the tiny garment up in front of him with both hands and pulled the waistband. He was looking at the panties imagining that Amy was still wearing them. Then he turned them in his hands, and looked at the gusset. 

God this was so wrong!! But he rubbed his thumb across the patch of fabric that had been covering her slit. It was wet, and not just damp like the rest of the material, but sticky to his touch. He... and he couldn't believe he was doing this... but he held it up to his nose and sniffed. He could smell her pussy. Oh Lord!! It smelled so fucking sweet!! He touched it to his nose again and inhaled deeply. His cock was swelling in his pants, he thought for a second about rubbing it a little, but came to his senses, threw the panties into the drier and turned it on. He no longer felt like a naughty schoolboy, but a dirty old man, a pervert. What would that friend of his daughter's sitting in his living room think if she knew what he'd just done?!! He hurried back to find her sitting on the sofa, holding her glass of wine and smiling at him.

"Cheers," she said as she raised her glass towards him, "And thank you so much again. You're so very kind."

So very filthy you mean, he thought as he sat down in the chair opposite her and picked up his own glass.

He quickly thought of some questions he could ask her while they waited for the storm to end. They'd already done the weather, obviously, and he was desperate to avoid uncomfortable silences. He assumed she'd have much the same sorts of things going on in her life as Amy did at the moment, so he had decided to play safe with the obvious subject. 

"So, are you off to uni in September too, then?" He'd be on safe ground here for a while.

"Yes, it's all very scary."

"You'll be fine. What are you studying, and where?"

"Archaeology at Bristol."

"Archaeology? You'll be digging up fossils even older than me then!!" He cringed the moment he made the painful joke.

"You're not old" she protested, "Anyway, a lot of girls my age think more mature men are much sexier than boys. I certainly do."

So much for playing safe! He was struggling to concentrate as it was. A thought kept running through his head that he couldn't shake. She was naked under that robe. What's more, he reckoned she knew that he knew she was naked. She had handed him her bra and panties. Unless....unless she had had a spare set in her bag that she had changed into. But if that was the case, why give him the wet ones to dry? Why not just keep them for when she got home? And now.. now she was talking about men his age being sexy. His cock wouldn't behave itself as he contemplated...no, don't even think about it.

"So why archaeology?" It was an attempt to get things back on track.

"Well I've always loved history. And I prefer to be hands on rather than stuck in a book, so it seemed the obvious choice."

Her reply caused him to look at her hands. Long slender fingers with long nails painted in a glossy pink varnish. He imagined those fingers peeling off those panties only moments ago, pulling them down those slender legs with their smooth olive skin. God he had to stop thinking like this!

His mind racing with lurid thoughts, the best he could muster by way of conversation was, "It's a filthy business though, all that scrabbling around in the dirt."

"Oh I don't mind a bit of dirt. In fact I love getting dirty, the dirtier the better!"

Did he imagine it or did she just smile straight at him and lick her lips? His mind was playing tricks with him.

And then she said it.

"So, did you like my panties?"

He almost spat his wine all over the carpet. "I'm...I'm sorry, what?..." His mind was racing. Had she seen him holding them up? Or even worse, sniffing them for Christ's sake!!

"My panties. I put my bra and panties in with my dress. Didn't you see them?" 

"Oh. Yes, yes I did. I put them in the drier too. I hope that's ok. I'm ashamed to say I don't know much about laundry, what goes where." He felt he had recovered that pretty well.

"Yes, they'll be fine. So, did you have a look at them?"

She had seen him! She must have done, and now she was having a bit of fun at his expense. Teasing the dirty old man.

"Well...yes... I mean I had a look at what I was putting in the drier, yes."

"And...did you like them?" She was smiling broadly at him. She was really enjoying watching him squirm, clearly.

"They were very pretty, very nice."

"Sexy?"

His mouth was becoming dry. "Yes, I guess so." Trying to sound nonchalant was a pointless exercise, but he gave it a go anyhow. Down in his pants, his cock was starting to thicken. Did she really seem okay with the thought of him checking out her lingerie?

"Did you smell them?" Still smiling that big beautiful smile, eyes sparkling as she looked him straight in the face.

"I....I...um." He had no idea what was going on. Was she flirting with him, or was she just a teenage girl well aware of her sexual appeal who liked having some fun making men like him suffer? 

"I'd be a little upset if I thought I'd given you a pair of my best white panties that I'd cycled over here in, and that you hadn't even had a little sniff of them." His cock twitched and grew again.

Ok, this was either her coming on to him, or setting a little trap for him to fall into head first. It must have been the wine that convinced him that diving into a trap like that was a good idea.

"Well yes, I did have a little sniff." He looked at the floor as he said it, not wanting to be looking at her when the laughing and name-calling started.

"Good...and did they smell nice?"

He raised his head to look at her. She was staring at him intently, he knew that look. She wasn't taunting him, she was flirting with him.

"Very nice....they smelled...delicious."

She giggled and clapped her hands, "Mmmm...'delicious'...I like that!! I was feeling quite horny when I slipped them off, so they should be!"

With that she crossed her legs. The belt on the robe was starting to loosen. When she had first come downstairs everything had been wrapped up tight beneath it, now he was getting glimpses of upper thigh, of cleavage, and as she crossed those gorgeous legs, he was sure he caught sight of some ass cheek. 

"I'm not sure you should be telling me this," cautioned James, whilst at the same time a voice inside his head was screaming out to ask her to tell him everything about the moment she peeled those panties off.

"Well the thing is James, I haven't been entirely truthful with you." Her big brown eyes looked imploringly at him, her mouth set in a sweet little pout. She looked like a little girl who knew she''d been naughty and is now craving forgiveness.

"Truthful about what?"

"About coming here today." She picked up her glass and took a large sip before continuing, "I knew Amy had gone to London for the day. That's why I came over. I wanted to see you." He was glad to see that she was blushing a little. He had started to think he was the only one finding this situation embarrassing in any way.

"To...see....me?" James repeated, faltering. He still hadn't dismissed the possibility that he was being made the subject of a practical joke, but her face was convincing him otherwise.

"Yes.To see you." Daisy finished off her glass. 

"But why? I haven't seen you in over two years. Why on earth would you come to see me? Is it something to do with Amy? Is she in some sort of trouble?"

"No it's nothing to do with Amy. It's about me," she sounded hesitant, her earlier bravado seemingly having deserted her. "Any chance of a top up?"

"Yes of course." He got up and walked to the kitchen to get a bottle from the wine rack. He noted that the storm seemed to be receding. It was still raining but not as violently, and the thunder was a distant rumble.

He returned to the living room where Daisy was curled up on the sofa, her legs tucked up beneath her now. He handed her the wine and sat down next to her. He guessed she was in need of some moral support.

"So what's this all about?" he asked, smiling reassuringly.

She took another big sip of wine. He was going to have to keep an eye on how much she was drinking.

"Ok. It goes like this. I am off to uni in a few weeks. A whole new world, a hundred and fifty miles from home. Fending for myself."

"Yes?" He couldn't really see where this was going.

"Up until now, I've had sex with two guys. Both of them my own age. It's been nice, but not spectacular. They have been enthusiastic but didn't really have much of a clue what they were doing I don't think."

Ok, so now he had an inkling where this might be headed. He still wasn't sure, but his cock was stirring again at the prospect.

"I've never.... I've never cum with a cock inside me. I came once when I was with one of the guys but that was me playing with myself after he'd finished. I'm not sure he even noticed."

"What's all this got to do with you going to uni?"

"Before I go.....before I start meeting lots more guys my age who want to fuck me... I want to understand what great sex is like. So I know what I'm doing even if they don't. I love sex too much to waste the next three years having crap sex. I want it to be mind blowing every time." She was starting to feel her confidence coming back after her brief wobble. No doubt helped by the booze.

"Yeah I think I get that. But before I lose the plot completely, where do I come into all this?"

"I figured I need to sleep with an older, experienced man. To get him to show me how great sex should be." Daisy's confidence was growing rapidly. "And, well, I've always had a crush on you, from when I used to stay over." With that she sat up, unfolding her legs from underneath her. Smiling at him she adjusted the robe, loosening it. He could definitely see the curve of her breasts now, and the very top of her thighs.

"So I thought 'Who better?' You are someone I fancy, and who I trust implicitly to be kind and sensitive."

He did like to think he was a good, honest guy. Albeit one who sniffed eighteen year old girl's panties when doing the laundry!

"So how about it James? You fancy getting to feel my tight, wet pussy? To taste it, to slip your cock in there?"

She turned her body towards him, lifting one foot up on to the sofa, her knee bent, the other foot still on the floor. She parted her legs and as she did so, the robe fell away and he found himself staring straight at her at her pussy. It was totally smooth, the lips full but neat, the same soft olive tan as the rest of her skin. He watched as she slowly slid a hand down between her legs, her fingers covering her pussy, hiding it from view. But only momentarily, as she spread her fingers and as she did so, they pulled apart her labia, opening herself up for him to see her wet, soft pinkness.




Stormy Weather



His cock was growing, stretching, thickening, as she deliberately slipped her middle finger inside herself, up to the knuckle. She pulled it out slowly, almost all the way, then slid it back in again. She repeated this a few times then pulled her finger out completely, lifted it to her lips and popped it in her mouth, sucking it clean. All the while she was staring straight at him.

"Mmmm....it tastes sooo good. Would you like to share?" She dipped her finger back in, wiggled it about a little to coat it well, and held her hand up, offering her finger to him. "I spend hours playing with myself, I have such dirty thoughts, but you know, I've never had a man lick me down there."

James leant forward and took her extended finger in his mouth, sucking gently, slowly, savouring the moment. He had been telling himself ever since she had arrived that his thoughts were wrong, that she was an innocent friend of his daughters and that she would be disgusted if she had the slightest idea what he was thinking. But no, it turns out quite the opposite; she turned up specifically to seduce him. And who was he to turn her down? Especially as she tasted so fucking good!!

"Nice?" she asked. She didn't seem too sure, "I've never had anyone taste me before."

"You taste delicious, absolutely scrumptious, I can't wait to taste more," he said. He realised that until now, she had been the one taking the initiative. But she was here for his experience, and he needed to start taking more control. "And we'll get to that soon enough, young lady, but let's take our time, there's absolutely no need to rush."

She giggled at this. "That's exactly what I want James, no rushing. All the sex I've ever had has been rushed."

He leant over and kissed her full on the lips, taking her quite by surprise. His tongue snaked its way around her mouth, he bit gently on her lower lip and sucked on her soft tongue. His hand stroked the insides of her splayed thighs, teasing her by stroking really close to her pussy without actually touching it. 

When they came up for air she was panting. "Oh my God! I've never been kissed like that before! That was amazing! And your hand touching me. I've never felt so turned on in my life!!"

He smiled and got up, took a sip of wine and offered her some. "I'm just going to pull the curtains. This room is only overlooked by the back garden, but it's important to feel comfortable and relax." He strode over and closed the curtains. The house had a big back garden and in truth there was no need to close them, it was just a ploy to make her wait a little, to build a bit more anticipation. He had this gorgeous creature all to himself for a few hours and he wanted to savour her like a fine wine. 

He walked up behind where she was sitting on the sofa, lifted her long hair to one side and started to nuzzle into her neck. He kissed her on er the nape, and nibbled on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She moaned and threw her head back. He reached round with his hands and pulled the robe apart, exposing her full breasts. He cupped them in his hands. They were round and firm in his hands as he stroked her nipples, pulling on them to make them nice and hard. He placed a finger on her lower lip and whispered in her ear for her to suck it. She took it in her mouth and made it nice and wet, then he returned his fingers to her nipple and ran circles around with his wet finger.

"Right, I think now's the time for me to taste that sweet pussy of yours properly," he whispered before standing up and walking around the front of the sofa. With the robe open now, her body was on display for him to admire. 

Those big firm breasts with their hard dark nipples sat up so proudly on her young chest. Her stomach was flat, firm but smooth and soft, her belly button pierced with a glimmering stud. Between her soft thighs, her pussy was round and plump, her lips pouting ever so slightly from the light fingering she had given it. He could see the nub of her small, neat clitoris at the top, and the glistening pinkness of her slit. On the very top of her left thigh was a small red heart tattoo. It would be covered by the skimpiest of briefs, he figured, so only lovers would ever get to see it.

He leant over and took one of those hard nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it and pulled back slowly, keeping it in his mouth, stretching it, then let it slip out of his mouth before immediately clamping his lips back upon it. He repeated the action, but this time his lips hovered tantalizingly over it, and she arched her back, pushing her breast up towards his mouth, eager for him to suck on it again. He obliged, only this time he used his teeth to gently chew and pull on her nipple. He moved across and gave the same treatment to her other breast, deliberately taking his time, making her wait every now and again for him to take her in his mouth.

As he sucked her nipples, his hand was again teasing the edges of her swollen, hot pussy, pressing with the lightest of touches along the outside of her sex, tracing its contours. She was moaning and stretching her legs wide, desperate to feel his fingers on her pussy. 

He stopped kissing her nipples, looked her straight in the eyes, and as he did so, ran a finger up the length of her slit, from her perineum right up to her clitoris. She gasped as he he did so, at which point he deep-kissed her open mouth. His finger ran up and down her wet slit a few more times, then on one upward stroke he paused and slowly slid his finger inside her. It slipped in easily as she was soaking wet. Another finger followed it and soon he was busy finger fucking her. He was kissing all over her breasts, her neck, her ears and her lips as did so. He kissed her on the lips and said, "Right Daisy, I think that it's time for you to feel a tongue in your pussy for the first time, are you ready?"

"Oh God yes," she panted, "you're making me so hot, I think I'll cum the moment I feel you licking me."

He kissed her again and moved his way down her lithe body, kissing and nibbling her as he went, until his mouth was above her vulva. He knew she would be feeling ultra sensitive there, waiting to feel his tongue. Instead of licking her, though, he opened his mouth and breathed out, knowing she would feel that breath so intensely on her clit. She did. She moaned and squirmed, pushing her hips up. He waited a second, then, slowly, ran his tongue up between her lips, the same way he had done with his finger a few minutes ago. He paused, then pushed his tongue gently inside her. He inhaled, smelling and tasting her sweet juices. He knew hearing it would be important to her, so he paused and said softly from between her legs, "Oh my, you taste un..be..lievable baby, just so, so delicious."

"Thank you," she murmured, and then, "please.... keep licking me. It feels so nice."

He thrust his tongue back inside her, the teasing over now as he aimed to make her cum all over his face. He placed his hands on her soft inner thighs and spread them as far as they would go, giving him total access to her wetness. With his tongue in as far as it would go, he wiggled it around, up and down, side to side. His tongue was in so deep, his nose was pressing up against her clit. He decided it was time to give that some proper attention, so, spreading her lips with his thumbs, stretching her clitoral hood, he began tracing small circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue. 

Her moaning was getting louder and he figured she was on the verge of climax. He circled her clit a few more times before flicking it with his tongue, gently at first but quickly moving to more urgent flicks of his tongue. Her hands gripped the back of his head, holding it in place, urging him not to stop. Her hips were grinding against him. He clamped his mouth around her swollen throbbing clit, sucking for all he was worth, as he thrust two fingers deep inside her, twisting and turning them, stretching her pussy. 

Her grip on his head tightened, her fingernails digging into his scalp, her legs were shaking, her hips bucking, He heard her yell out and felt a sudden warm wetness flooding over his hand and face. Her hips went rigid, pushing up into his face, and then she relaxed back into the cushions as the intensity subsided. 

"Oh God.... baby.... that was... just...the most amazing cum ever," she purred, "come up here and kiss me. I want to taste myself on your mouth."

He moved up alongside her, one hand gently massaging her between her legs, they lay and kissed, her tongue busy licking all of her cum juice from his mouth and face.

"Your tongue felt...incredible! Is it always going to be that amazing, or are you just super brilliant at it?" she asked between kisses.

"I've been told I'm ok at it," he said, smiling modestly, "I suspect it's because I love it so much. I guess if your man sees it just as something he has to do for you then he's never going to pay as much attention to what he's doing, or how it's making you feel."

"Ok, so I just need to remember to ask every guy on our first date if he loves eating pussy," she giggled.

"Yeah that could work," he laughed.

"Your turn," she said, "I want to say thank you for that, and I so want to taste your cock." Her hand reached down and searched for his hardness through his shorts. 

She slid to the floor and knelt on the carpet between his legs. Smiling at him, she let the robe fall back off her. Her full breasts simply bobbed slightly as she shrugged her shoulders back to push it off. He was sure he had never fucked a girl with such a flawless body. She unbuckled the belt on his shorts, undid the zipper and pulled them off his legs, making sure his boxers came off too. His cock caught on the boxers as they were being pulled down, and it slapped back against his stomach when it was released. 

"Nice... very nice!" she said as she ran her hands up along his thighs and up the sides of his erection. She held it in both hands and admired it briefly before saying, "I'm not as experienced as you, obviously, but based on your theory I should be ok. I am so dying to suck you and please you" She went to take him in her mouth, then stopped. Pointing to her breasts she said, "Oh, and boys do seem to like it quite a bit when I squeeze it between these." He almost came on the spot when she said that!

Daisy dipped her head down and licked at the pre-cum oozing from the end of his cock. "Mmmm tasty," she grinned, licking her lips in a playful way, "I'm going to enjoy this! Do you have any tips for me?"

"Well I've never sucked cock myself before," he joked, then added, "But I guess the same principles apply to fellatio as they do cunnilingus. The main thing is listen to your partner, try different things and see how they react, the noises they make, the way their body moves. Mix it up, so even if you find something they like, try other stuff then come back to that again in a little while, if you find two or three things they really seem to like, alternate between those. Think about everything you can use, your tongue, teeth, lips, fingernails. I'm clean shaven today, but if I had some stubble I would probably have rubbed that on your clit earlier."

"Mmmm that sounds interesting! Maybe I should come over in a few days then, when you've grown some?"

"Maybe you should. Thankfully you don't have stubble, but you do have long hair and lashes. Just think about all the different sensations you can create. Oh, and start off slow. Build the anticipation, increase the pace and intensity as you go. But just enjoy yourself, as I said, if you really like doing it, chances are it's going to feel great for your lover too."

"Hmmm yes that all makes perfect sense, really good advice, thank you," she said and then kissed him on his knob, staring straight into his eyes as she did so. Then she started kissing him all over his cock, down his shaft, all over his balls then back up again. When she reached his knob again, she gave the underside a little lick before taking him fully into her mouth for the very first time. The movement was a gentle but swift one, and he groaned as he felt her soft mouth envelop him for the first time. Oh my she was a natural, he thought. After a minute or so sucking on his cock, she took it out of her mouth and dribbled some of her saliva down on the it's tip. As it trickled down his shaft, she dribbled some more, then started wanking his now very slippery cock slowly, as she flicked her tongue around the tip. He felt her fingernails teasing his balls, then scraping lightly up his shaft and over his knob. He moaned loudly as she did that, and he guessed she would add that to her shortlist of things he particularly liked. Her teeth bit into his shaft, and she nibbled her way down to the base, where she then licked and sucked away at his balls, which were beginning to feel ready to burst. 

She seemed to settle on taking him deep in her mouth, using her fingernails on him and licking and sucking at his balls as the three things he liked most. She wasn't wrong, and as she switched between the three, and combined them when she could, his hands her grasping either at the sofa cushions or her head, depending on where she was and what she was doing. His hips were bucking as he thrust his groin against her as she sucked him and he was moaning wildly.

She paused and asked him, "How am I doing? Do you feel like coming yet?"

"I've been feeling like coming for ages baby, I'm holding back....with some difficulty I may add," he said breathlessly.

"Why are you holding back?"

"Well, unlike your younger boyfriends, I may take a while to recover after I cum, so if you want my cock inside you, it's best I keep my powder dry, as it were."

"Oh phew! I thought I wasn't doing it right," she smiled.

"You were perfect. Amazing," he exclaimed.

"So do you want to fuck me now then? I really want your cock inside me."

"I so want to fuck you."

"I've got some condoms in my bag. I brought them with me. A bit cheeky I know!"

"Condoms?" 

"Well duh! I don't want babies!"

"You don't need to worry about that," he laughed, "I had the snip years ago!"

"Really? Oh my goodness! Another first for me today then. A lovely bare cock inside me, no horrible rubbers!!" She was clearly delighted.

"So, do you have a favourite position."

"It's been nicest when I've been on top so far I think."

"A lot of women really like it that, in my experience, the cock goes in really deep, and they can control the pace, and angle."

"Let's do that then." And with that she climbed on top of him, knelt over his cock as he held it and guided it towards her pouting lips. When the position was right, she sank slowly down on his hardness, gasping as her buttocks pushed down onto his thighs and she had all of him inside her.

They kissed a long hard kiss as she sat there, her hands running through his hair, while his own hands roamed all over her young firm body, stroking her thighs, ass, back, arms, before finally coming to rest on her hips.

"Now the best way to enjoy this position is to be really selfish. Forget about my needs, just ride my cock in the way that makes you feel nicest."

"Are you sure?"

He kissed her between her breasts, "Just ride me."

Placing her hands on his shoulders she began to grind and gyrate her hips, whilst James entertained himself with her delectable breasts, bobbing up and down just inches from his face, kissing, biting, sucking and licking his way all around them. Once she had settled into a steady rhythm, he began to play with her ass cheeks. He slapped them a few times, and she giggled and whispered, "Again, do it again." She seemed to be building up to orgasm, so he reached round behind her, and with a little logistical difficulty, pushed his finger into her pussy to coat it in her juices, then withdrew it and ran it over her tight puckered asshole.

"Mmmm....that's naughty....and nice," she murmured softly.

He sucked his finger, giving it a good coating of saliva before returning it to her ass, this time pressing a little harder. It slipped in and he held it there for a second with just the fingertip inside her, then pushed again until it was in up to the knuckle. Her rhythm had picked up pace and she made no comment about his finger slipping in her arse, so he guessed she was really close to cumming. He wiggled his finger around inside her asshole as he sucked hard on a nipple. He felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders, felt her body tense, and then felt his balls being dowsed by her juices.

She was weak after her climax, her body limp, so he manoeuvred her around, keeping his cock inside her, so she was lying back on the sofa, one leg resting on the back of it. He positioned himself so that he had one leg kneeling on the sofa, the other stretched out with his foot on the carpet. Her other leg wrapped over his extended leg. She was recovering her senses.

"Mmmm.... thank you. That's first time I've come from being penetrated."

"Let's see if we can't do it again!" he grinned.

He began to thrust his hips back and forth, looking down to watch as his cock withdrew almost all the way, so that his knob was visible, before driving it back in again. He managed to reach a decent speed, while still maintaining these long strokes. With one arm resting on the back of the sofa, he was able to play with her clit with his free hand as well, rubbing it back and forth with his thumb.

Daisy was soon moaning again, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She was playing with her breasts, pulling at her own nipples. Sensing that she was on the brink for the third time, James increased the pressure on her clit, flicking and squeezing it with his fingers, then he grabbed hold of her hips with both hands to enable him to pile into her pussy with his cock at a frenzied pace. He knew he could only keep this sort of speed up for a short period of time, so was hoping he had timed it right. He had, and moments later she let go of her nipples and her hands were at her side, grasping at the sofa. He watched as a dark pink flush spread across her gorgeous writhing body, and as, after arching her back, she relaxed back into the cushions. 

He slowed the pace of his hips down to a gentle, almost lazy, stroke, just gliding in and out as he gazed at her beautiful form. Her eyes opened slowly, and looked up at him dreamily.

"That....was....the...best....the best...just...so...good," she breathed. A smile spread across her face. "Now I really want you to cum too, please?"

James knew what he wanted. "Can I come on your tits?"

The smile grew wider, "Oh yes, of course you can. I'd love that! Why don't you come up here and fuck them?"

He pulled his cock, covered in her cum juices, out of her pussy and straddled her, his cock slapping down on her chest between her breasts. Her hands came up and pushed her tits together, wrapping them around him. He dribbled saliva down into her cleavage and started to move his hips back and forward. He watched as his knob first disappeared into her softness and then appeared again as he thrust forward. He couldn't think of a time he had been so turned on, he was desperately holding back as he wanted the moment to last as long as possible, but he knew it wouldn't be long.

He tore his gaze away from his cock sliding between her breasts, to look at her face. She was staring straight at him, her eyes delighted at how he was struggling not to come. She blew him a big, full kiss as those beautiful eyes sparkled. It was enough to finish him, and he felt his balls tighten as they started to pump his cum out through his dick. He looked down to see the first spurt shoot out and hit her on the chin. The next few landed on her chest, before he grabbed hold of his jerking cock and aimed it's tip at one of her nipples, coating it in thick white goo. He had just enough left in him for the other nipple too, and then smeared that last glob of cum over her hard brown nipple with his knob.




Stormy Weather



Fully spent, he sat back and watched as she used her slender fingers with their long nails to spread his cum into the soft skin of her breasts, collecting some up in her fingers to taste. With his orgasm over, all energy left his body and he had an immediate urge to lie down. He slumped back to the other end of the sofa. She scampered over and cuddled up on top of him, her head resting on his chest.

"That was awesome. And now I could just lie here for hours."

"Well there's no hurry. I'm not going to throw you out just yet."

"Good. I'd like to rest a while if that's ok. Not up to the cycle back. I feel a bit weak for some reason!" she giggled.

"That's more than ok, he said, then, "Your clothes should be dry soon. I'll pop and check in a while."

"You can keep the panties if you like."

A memento, he thought. That was a lovely gesture on her part, but it made him feel a bit sad somehow, a reminder of this all-to-brief liaison. But then she continued, "They are my favourite panties though, so it might be just a loan. I may need to pop back to pick them up." She looked at him with a mischievous look in those big eyes. 

"Pop back?" He liked the idea of that.

"Well I've learned so much from you this afternoon, but I'm sure there's a lot more you can teach me. Like....like I've never had anyone do anything with my bum before. I liked that a lot...a real lot. I'd like to try more of that."

"Well I wouldn't like to think of you going off to uni unprepared."

"Cool, so you think we can fit in a few more tutorials before I go?"

"I'm sure we can!"

"Hey, I thought you said you took ages to recover!"

Her fingers had been playfully stroking his limp dick. Only now it was decidedly less limp. And as her fingernails trailed over it, it continued to thicken.

"Must be the effect you have on me."

"Well maybe I should stay a little longer, wait for the rain to stop."

"The storm passed some time ago."

"Mmmm.... I hadn't noticed for some reason," she said as kissed her way down his stomach towards his hardening cock.