0 comments/ 22527 views/ 1 favorites A Nice Pair Vol. 01 By: monkeyjoe3 1) Paula, the exhibitionist I'd been seeing Paula, a fellow college student, for four or five months, and our sex life was getting better and better. Talking about it together, it became obvious that we were both really keen to try new things, and gradually we introduced new positions, a little bondage and roleplay, masturbating in front of each other, sex toys and so on, but especially at her house it was always a little awkward to disappear upstairs, we were very aware of her parents being around. But for her eighteenth birthday, they brought her a car, and when she quickly passed her test, that really added a new dimension to our sex life! One evening when I was round at her parents, hoping we'd be able to nip upstairs to her room after dinner, she surprised me by saying that we were going to go out for a drink later on. I was quite happy with that, but intrigued when she told me to stay downstairs whilst she went up and changed. Hearing her footsteps on the stairs a few minutes later, I excused myself from her parents, and walked into the hallway. Paula was standing halfway up the stairs, wearing a long overcoat and her knee high boots - it was pretty cold outside. "Ready?" I smiled up at her. To answer me, she reached up and pulled down the zip of the coat. My jaw dropped as I realised that she was totally naked underneath it. And I mean totally, she'd even shaved her pussy, which was something we'd talked about but not done yet. "Yep, ready!" she smiled back, doing the zip up and coming down to meet me. "Come on, you're talking me for a drink!" I guess I stood, staring, open mouthed, as she leant her head into the living room and said bye to her parents and brushed past me to open the front door. She tossed me the keys. "You're driving," she said, and eased into the passenger seat. Trembling slightly, I got in and turned the engine on. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I thought we might drive around for a while," she smiled at me, a twinkle in her eye, as she pulled the zipper down just enough for me to see her gorgeous cleavage. The further I drove, the more she revealed, and it wasn't long before the coat was totally open. Paula undid her seat belt, spread her legs, and squeezed her tits together. It was all I could do to concentrate on the road. "God, don't you think this is liberating?" she asked, a hand dipping between her thighs. "Turns me on so much to think that someone might see me as we go past." My erection was becoming uncomfortable, and I adjusted my position, before reaching over to touch her. She slapped my hand lightly. "Uh, uh - you might get to touch later, but for now you're just taking me for a drive!" I glanced down. Her hand was rubbing against her pussy, and I could see her juices on her thighs. She started talking about what she might like to happen. "Just imagine," she said, "if we got pulled over by the police. They'd lean in and see me like this, and maybe they'd say that we'll be forgiven if I let them fuck me. How do you think you'd feel, watching a couple of policemen fuck me over the bonnet of my car? God, it would get me so horny I'd have to fuck you straight after." I was unbelievably excited. I loved it when she talked dirty, and she was talking about one of our favourite fantasies, group sex. I wanted to touch her, kiss her, lick her, fuck her, but I knew this was her night, she was going to choose where and when. And her choice was that she was going to come, quickly. I saw her fingers sliding over her clitoris, and her breathing get shorter and louder. Her tits heaved up and down as her climax arrived in a rush, her nipples erect, her face flushed, her hand soaking. She looked over at me, smiling. "And now I think I deserve that drink!" I drove into the car park of the next pub, stopped in a dark corner, and leant to kiss her. She moved my hand from her thigh, though, and opened the door. "First, a drink!" She was such a tease. I adjusted my erection as she did her coat up, and we walked into the pub, just a regular young couple going for a drink. I ordered at the bar, and went to see where she'd found a seat. "You are outrageous!" I whispered. "But in a good way, of course. Don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life!" She laughed. "I think that guy over there likes it too," she whispered back, nodding in the direction of a middle aged man at the bar. "I just gave him a bit of a show!" I pulled my chair nearer hers. "Maybe I should help the show?" I asked, and slid my hand up her thigh. She gasped. My hand must have been cold from carrying the drinks. "Mmm, you feel so smooth," I said as my hand reached her groin. "When did you shave your pussy?" "This morning, before college," she answered. "Do you like it?" "It feels beautiful. But I really want to lick it first, you know, before I decide totally." I slid a finger between her hot cunt lips, making her gasp again, and we both glanced over at the guy at the bar. "He knows what we're doing," I whispered. "Yeah," she replied, eyes fiery with lust. "Do you want to get out of here? Come on, back to the car." We stood up, and brushed our clothes down. Smiling at our audience, we headed quickly out, and back to the car. I jumped in and quickly drove off to one of our favourite spots, a nature reserve with a large, dark car park. As we reached the entrance, Paula pushed the car seat back as far as it would go, and took her coat totally off, throwing it in the back seat. I parked the car, and within seconds was kneeling between her legs. "Wow, it's so smooth down here!" I called, happily lapping my tongue on her engorged clitoris. "Don't stop, don't stop!" she called, grinding herself against my face. I'd never seen or felt her so wet, and it was only seconds before she was coming again, gasping, writhing. "Now fuck me, I need you inside me," she begged, and I was only to happy, quickly wriggling my jeans down as she tore my t-shirt off, and easing my cock into her juicy hole. "Aargh," we both groaned in unison, both getting what we'd wanted all night. I wasn't going to last long before coming, I could tell, so I bent to take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard, which I knew usually encouraged her own orgasm. "Baby, I'm gonna cum again!" she cried, and that was it for me, my cock erupted, twitching, filling her with my come, as she bucked and writhed under me. We kissed, calming down, and lay there, still, for a few minutes, before parting, laughing, and putting clothes on again. It was the best sex I'd ever had at that point, and still, even now, the memories of that evening are fresh and wonderful. * 2) Tricia – the quickie in her dad's house I was 22 when I met Tricia, and she was 18 - we were both working a few shifts a week in a pizza restaurant. She was gorgeous, tiny but with a big personality. It took me about a month or so to ask her out for a drink, and I slowly found out more about her. She lived with her mum, and her dad lived in Birmingham, a couple of hours drive away, with her younger brothers. She'd been brought up in a strict Catholic household, which if anything had got stricter after her parents divorce, but she was starting to rebel against it, and seemed delighted that I was as sexually adventurous as she wanted to be. We'd been going out together for a couple of months, when she asked if I wanted to come with her to see her dad and brothers. I was a bit unsure, from what I'd heard he was unlikely to be very keen on any guys his daughter was seeing, but eventually she persuaded me. Driving up, though, she told me that we'd have to sleep in separate rooms that night, and be careful to avoid touching or kissing in her dad's sight. I sighed. It was a hot summer's day, and she was wearing a short skirt and vest top, showing plenty of bare skin. I wanted lots of touching! When we got there, her dad greeted us at the door and shook my hand, warmly. We went straight through to the back garden, where the boys were playing football, and partly to show my willingness to be friendly, I joined in, as did her dad, whilst Tricia got some cold drinks. A few minutes later I was pretty hot and a little sweaty, still dressed in my jeans. Tricia called out to ask if I'd brought any shorts with me, and when I nodded, she said I should go and get changed into them. It was an excellent idea, I thought, and excused myself from the game. I went through into the house, where Tricia was standing with my bag. "Come on," she said, "you can get changed upstairs." I followed her up to what I guessed was the spare bedroom, which overlooked the back garden. Kicking my shoes off, I quickly slid my jeans down my legs and rummaged through my bag for the shorts. Meantime, Tricia was leaning on the windowsill, looking out as the rest of her family ran around, laughing. I slid up behind her. "Are you sure there's to be no touching?" I asked, hands wandering around her front and fondling her tits through her top. "No touching, those are the house rules," she said, although she didn't make any attempt to stop me breaking them. "Really sure?" I asked again, my hand sliding down to free my erection from my boxer shorts and slip between her legs. "Does this count as touching?" "Mmm, yeah, I think it does," she said quietly. "You can't, you'll get me too turned on and I won't be able to do anything about it." "Well we'll just have to be quick, won't we," I whispered in her ear, expecting her to laugh and tell me to stop. She didn't, instead just biting her lip and pushing her arse against my stiff cock. Fuck, I was horny. I quickly slid my hands up her thighs, and before she could protest yanked her knickers down. She gasped a little, perhaps appalled but more turned on by my aggression. I pulled her skirt up around her waist, and pushed my cock against her arse. She wriggled against it, and I reached round to rub my hand on her pussy. "No," she said quietly, "my dad....he might see us." I had to agree that he might, we were standing at the window looking out at where he was, but I could feel the wetness of her pussy, and I wanted this badly. I pulled my cock closer to her, rubbing its head on her lips, and pushed it into her, just a little. She groaned. "Joe, no." Her body language said otherwise, though, and I felt her pushing back at me, trying to get me deeper. I thrust harder. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby, and I don't care who sees," I whispered in her ear. "I want to come in you, fill you up, make you come too. I need this." She'd totally given in now, and was fucking me as much as I was her. I reached round to rub her clit, aware of how turned on I was, thinking it wasn't going to be long before I was going to come, knowing we didn't have much time. I whispered to her, telling her what a naughty girl she was, fucking a guy in her dad's home, but loving every second of it. She was gasping now, I don't think she would have stopped even if her dad had walked in the room. "Yeah, yeah," she panted, "I want you to come, come in me, I'm so close." I gave a final big thrust, and held my cock deep in her whilst my balls tingled and my thick jets of come exploded into her. Fucking hell, it felt amazing, and it sent her over the edge too, I could feel her cunt walls contracting against me as her orgasm hit her. "Jesus, that was good," I said, withdrawing myself from her and turning her round to face me. We kissed. "What are you two up to?" her dad shouted up from the garden. Tricia jumped. "Just coming, dad!" she called back. "Almost literally," she added to me, under her breath. I quickly pulled on my shorts and followed her downstairs, and we rejoined the game. It was an hour or so later, when her dad had gone inside to get some more drinks, that she leant over to me and reminded me that her knickers were still on the floor upstairs. "Hope he doesn't go in there and find them," she said. If he did, he never said anything to her about it. A Nice Pair Vol. 02 1) Becky – September 11th 2001 It had been my 25th birthday at the weekend, and after a heavy weekend of partying I was really looking forward to going to Rome with Becky for a five day break. We flew out on Monday 10th September, around lunchtime, and got to the apartment we'd rented in late afternoon. The apartment was pretty dingy, in the middle of a block, it had dirty windows and very little in the way of natural light. But it was very centrally placed, and having braved the buses and traffic we were quite grateful that you couldn't hear much external noise. We went out for a drink and some food, deciding that the next day would be the time to start sightseeing. Rome was sparkling on that Tuesday morning, bright sunlight, clear blue skies, pleasantly warm. We were thrilled by the Coliseum, the Trevi Fountain and the Parthenon, and although it was really busy, that only added to the atmosphere. It was a great city to wander around in. We had a long lunch and were strolling back towards the apartment for a siesta when I saw a crowd gathered outside what looked like a music and hi-fi store. Thinking that there might be gig tickets on sale, or a public appearance by some famous Italian pop star, I wandered over, leaving Becky to look in another shoe shop. The shop window was filled with televisions, all showing that shocking image of the plane crashing into the World Trade Centre. There were, I guess, about twenty people there, watching, mesmerised by the scene unfolding before them. I couldn't take my eyes off the screens, even when they cut to a TV studio and I couldn't understand the discussion. Becky came to join me, and I whispered to her, explaining what little I knew - at that stage it could have been an accident as far as I was aware, although that instinctively seemed unlikely. We decided to continue back to our apartment, and see if we could find an English language programme on the television. We managed to find CNN, on a very fuzzy signal, and with Italian commentary over it, although it wasn't difficult to understand what had happened by now. We sat, almost in silence, in our dark, quiet room for maybe an hour, before Becky said she wanted to go and lie down. I left her to it, and kept watching. It was perhaps another half an hour before I walked quietly into the bedroom, slipped my jeans off and slid into bed next to her. She was drowsy, but wriggled her body against mine as I made myself comfortable. The terrible events of the day were playing over in my head as I reached round to cuddle her, wanting to feel the warmth of her body. Becky moaned gently as my hand slid under her t-shirt and ran over her stomach, and I was suddenly aware of my erection, which was pushing into her arse through my boxer shorts. I pulled her closer. Becky turned to me, and our lips met. A kiss, soft at first, then our lips parting, tongues touching. My hand slid up her side and covered her breast, the nipple hard to touch. Her hand slid down, brushing across my cock. I pushed her t-shirt up as she struggled to push my boxers down, and as I bent to devour her nipple with my mouth I helped her by easing them over my stiff cock, and pushing them down and off. As her hand grasped around my thick rod, I pushed mine into her knickers, palm over her pubic hair, finger on her clitoris, feeling her desire, hearing her growl with pleasure. I pushed her knickers down, and she lifted her hip so that I could pull them off. Quickly now, I rolled away so that she could roll onto her back. She opened her legs, and I moved between them, kissing her hard on the lips again. I reached down and grasped my cock, rubbing the tip against her wet pussy lips, and pushed the tip into her cunt. She reached around, pulling me into her. We fucked, hard, fast, gloriously. It can only have been seconds before we were both coming at once, gasping for breath, my cock twitching and filling her as her cunt muscles contracted around it, our movements slowly decreasing until we were still. Lying there like that, a little sweaty, my cock shrinking but still inside her, seeing her eyes shining in the gloomy light, was a feeling I'd never felt before. The room was silent and dark. The days shocking events were in the forefront of my mind - how, why, who? - and for all I knew the world could have ended outside. I guess it was because we were in a strange city, when really all you want when stuff like this is happening is to be at home with the people you love, that the intensity of our lovemaking was that much higher than normal. It could have been the last time. At least that's what it felt like then. * 2) Becky – Glastonbury 1999 Becky and I hadn't known each other long before Glastonbury, but I invited her to come along with me and my friends Andy and Lisa anyway. She loved her music almost as much as I did, and I was confident she'd cope even if it was as muddy as it had been the previous two years. As it turned out, the weather was as good as we could have hoped for, and the four of us sat around our tent on the Thursday night well pleased that we'd finally arrived, and looking forward to the start of the festival proper the next day. Now I have to be honest, I don't remember much about the Friday. As I recall, Andy and I spent most of the day listening to indie rock bands in the New Bands tent, being occasionally joined by the girls, who were more into their dance music and wandering the markets. We drunk far too much cider for our own good, but I'm sure we enjoyed it. For Becky, certainly, Saturday was the big day - she'd got hold of some e's and was intending to dance her head off to Underworld and Orbital. Having seen Underworld the year before, and Orbital being the band who'd turned me on to dance music way back in about 1995, I was more than happy to accompany her! We sat down outside our tent at about six to plan the evening. The first part of the plan involved cider and whizz. At the time these were my two favourite drugs, and a visit to the cider bus was a regular part of my Glastonbury itinery. We ambled down to join the throng, and washed down the wraps with a couple of pints. We had a bite to eat before the amphetamines took hold, and before we knew it, it was time to head to the main stage. Underworld were just stunning. The album was good, but live they were fantastic. We made it quite close to the front, the atmosphere was electric, the whizz was kicking in, the girl dancing next to me looked great - I wondered if it could get any better than this. It was about to. We extracted ourselves from the crush, avoiding the Manic Street Preachers fans on their way to see the headliners, and headed towards the second stage for Orbital's set, stopping to wash down an e with another pint of cider. I was really looking forward to these - one of my favourite live acts, and a Glastonbury essential. I wasn't disappointed either - I'm sure the ecstasy had something to do with the hairs sticking up on the back of my neck, but I'm sure the band had something to do with it as well. Halfway through the set, Becky led me by the hand to where the crowd was slightly thinner, and we kissed, deeply, passionately, wonderfully. Her eyes were shining brightly, her long blonde hair felt electric as I held her head to mine, and I remember feeling slightly giddy as we kissed, swaying slightly with the effects of the cider and the music. Our lips parted, and we broke, smiling, panting slightly. "Wanna come back to mine?" she grinned wickedly, beckoning me further out of the crowd. I followed, ecstasy lust overcoming my desire to see the end of Orbital's set. Hell, we could hear them from our tent anyway! Becky slalomed her way through the crowd with me close behind, as always admiring her rear, clad in a short denim skirt and black tights to ward off the chill of the evening. Heavy walking boots, a red t-shirt and black fleece completed her outfit - not your conventional evening wear for a good looking woman, but appropriate for where we were, and still, to me, extraordinarily sexy. It wasn't too far to the tent, but I guess it would have taken at least twenty minutes because of the crowd. Becky bent to undo the tent zip, and we both pretty much fell inside onto a pile of sleeping bags. "Right, a beer, I think!" she ordered, undoing her boot laces and kicking them off. I found our stack of cans of lager, cracked one open and handed it to her as I took off my own boots. "Dance music in a field!" Becky shook her head in wonder. "Takes me back to 1990 again!" She handed me the can, and lay down on her back. Pulling her skirt up, she wriggled her tights down and pulled them off before sitting up again and taking the drink off me. "Enjoy the view?" she asked, smiling. To answer, I leant over and kissed her, my hand tracing up her calf and along her inner thigh. She threw her head back, and groaned lightly. "God, I always get so hot on e!" She wasn't the only one. I took the can out of her hand and put it outside the tent, and leant in for another kiss. This time she fell back with me so that we were both lying down, her on her back and me on my side. Her legs felt smooth and soft to my touch, her lips melting into mine. My hand travelled upwards, her legs parting to allow it to rest on her knickers, feeling her warmth. I could feel my hard cock straining to be let loose from my jeans, and eased my leg over hers so she could feel it on her thigh too. "Come on," she said. "Quick, before the others get back." I knelt up between her legs, and undid my jeans. In the meantime, she was reaching up to pull her knickers down, and off. I slid my jeans and boxer shorts off too, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Becky was only seconds behind me in getting completely naked. We resumed our positions, and I slid my hand over her mound of soft pubic hair, quickly locating her clitoris and giving it a gentle rub. She was wet, really wet. I wasted no time in rolling between her legs and easing my cock up to the entrance of her pussy, and then gently slid inside her. Whether it was the buzz from the e's, or whether it was the surreal sounds from outside the tent (a combination of fireworks, various sound systems, a constant tramping of feet as people walked past, the crackle of bonfires, laughter and voices) or whether it was because subconsciously we realised that the tent flaps were wide open, but once I'd slid into her, we just stayed still, almost totally still. We kissed, gently, and I stroked her hair. She ran her fingertips down my back. I squeezed my buttock muscles, causing my cock to twitch inside her, and felt her pussy contract around me in return. But basically, we stayed still, just enjoying the feeling of closeness, togetherness, in amongst this huge crowd. I don't know how long we stayed like that - it could have been ten minutes, it could have been half an hour, but it was a truly beautiful time, and I was hardly aware of it passing. Becky broke the silence. "I'm so close to cumming, so close." I was almost unaware that I was too, and her voice brought me back into focus. "Yeah," I answered, and seemingly instantly my cock was erupting, twitching, my spunk bursting out and filling her warm pussy. She was biting her lip, concentrating on her own orgasm, and I felt her shaking underneath me as it finally hit her. The look in her eyes was something I don't think I could ever forget, a mixture of love, lust, excitement and tiredness caught up in the dim light. I could feel my cock shrinking in her, the moment had passed, and I realised that we needed to sort the tent out - Andy and Lisa could be back at any minute. I slipped out from between her legs, kissed her lips gently once more, and we reclaimed our clothes. It was one of the slowest, quietest fucks I've ever had, and it happened in the middle of one of the maddest, noisiest environments. That's Glastonbury for you....