To this point my entire plan was to take her and coerce her into doing whatever I wanted. Apparently that wasn’t an issue. Tugging at my hand as she started up the walk. I’m standing there processing what just went on. I asked her to wait just a moment as I had to secure the soft top on the wrangler.
Her response:
“honey I’m not going to stand out here where the everyone can see; as I can’t bare to be in these cloths any longer… I’ll leave the door open Just follow the trail to my room. Take off your shoes when you get inside. The door locks on it’s own. Be a dear, and pick everything up as you go. If my mother finds them I’ll be in deep shit. Please be quiet With the top. OH! and hurry. Because If I have to start without you; You’ll find my door locked and your out of luck.”
Well with just a few snaps and a tug the top popped into place. Just under a three minutes later I‘m following her. Leaving the Velcro off, I did use the couplers to secure it from the wind. I’ll be damned if I have to sit on a wet seat and burn out the radio and amps for a piece of ass. Hot as she is. She isn’t worth over a grand in cleaning bills and replaced electronics due to the rain that will be here in a few hours. Wait?!?! Did she say mother? This is her parents house? And what was she saying about making a lot of noise if her parents are home?
In the open doorway, a boot. Huh. That came off easier than I thought. Guess keeping them on for a while is out of the question. A few feet further down the hall her skirt. A dropped blouse turning the corner; and at the top of the stair the other boot. At the bottom of the stair. A camisole? Was she wearing this? Guess that’s why her bra wasn’t showing, lies a few feet later. The bra, pink lace. Size? Yes 32C of course I checked. I just had to know. Also pointing through a door.. The light inside is a soft glow in red. As she’s just bending over and reaching for what? Her head turned, and with it so does her body. Her flirty smile is melting and I sagged against the door frame. Now this is a vision!!
“That was fast. Did you ignore the top?
Stacy is straight legging. Bending at the waist. Absolutely, she has an all over tan. Her breast are caught in just the right angle so I can see both of them perfectly no sag at all. Just there, suspended. Her nipples are a rose like color with darker areola spanning into silver dollar circumference . Her hair now down and free, a tangle of loose curls. (Oh to have had a camera ready) she’s flat foot on the left but her right leg bent and I can see the prominent arch of her foot. It leaves a small gap at her knee. She has on a pink lace trim garter and stockings. Tan colored, seamed and reinforced. Why didn’t I see the pink rose pattern earlier? This vision will be forever burned into my brain.
“ Enjoying the view? If you are looking for my panties you won’t find any. Mother has always said that they restrictive and can cause a lady certain problems.” Pausing and holding the pose just a short moment longer. She found what she is looking for; a pink satin kimono that she slips over her shoulders, and stands. Hiding something wrapped in terrycloth behind her she began moving toward me
“That was fast. I didn’t have time to prepare. Make yourself comfortable. But leave your cloths on. That’s my job. I’ll be right back.”
As she brushes past she kisses me again. Lightly, at first. But a second is with far greater passion. Her teeth grab and pull at my lower lip as she turns to leave. Oh My GOD. I have just stepped into a real waking fantasy!
Her room is large. The decor is soft reds and pinks aside from the gold trimmed white bedroom set. A dresser, arm ware, bed stand, dressing table and four post queen bed. This room is straight out of turn of the century south. Only the picture collages showing faces and places she knows, a few trophies (dance and cheer) and a few 1st place ribbons from equine events. Her high school diploma is dated may 2005. And a plaque beside it placing her as Skeet shooting, 2nd place 16yo division dated Aug, 2003. These are only tells of her true age.
Out of place for the room is a floor to ceiling mirror spanning almost a full third of a wall. The bed is centered against it indicating it’s head. And a picket style footboard at the bottom. I sink into its soft pillows and come to a rest. My head stops almost inch from the heavy seamless lead-glass. Pink and red sashes are tied in streamers on all four posts. I barely hear water running through the wall.
Stacy is back. She’s in pink 6 inch heels. The straps crisscross themselves and are tied just below the knee. She is holding a champagne bucket with a chilled bottle in the one hand and two flutes in the other. “I’m filling the hot tub. It won’t take long. It’ll shut off automatically. Care for a little wine?”
“Umm Stacy? Who else lives here?” I stand to greet her as I ask. Bt this point I am feeling a little unnerved.
“This is my parents home. I occupy the basement with a roommate across the hall. We pay rent. So it’s not a charity situation. The two floors in between us are completely sound proofed. So don’t worry about mother hearing. My father is in Europe for the next month on business. With her she hands me a ¾ full glass. Pours her own. Then we silently toast and touch glasses.
After a healthy sip I then asked.
“With HER /> “Yes of course; how do you think I got into this? I just finished with the hose and garter when I heard you in the hall” She disrobes and strikes pose reminiscent of Rita Hayworth or Betty Paige. She reveals a herring bone corset; matching to the garter belt. In this light she is magnificent!!
“If I’m to undress you. Why should I do all the work?.”
Our next kiss is heated and went on for a timeless moment.
Even at twenty this woman bleeds sexuality
“You are full of surprises Stacy! How long have you really been planning this? Isn’t your mother upset?”
“I’ve been watching you for a long time now. When you come into the bar. Who you talk to. More importantly, who you don’t talk to. Britt, and a few others had a bet going for about two months as to when; but I finally worked up the courage. it’s about time I guess. I told mother when I first saw you last year this was going to happen. And like I said. We have her blessing. I don’t take random men home. As for what makes her angry? This place is like a museum. Anything out of place up on the main floor and she goes />
Another long and passionate kiss. Her hands to unbutton my shirt, as mine start to work blindly at the ties at the small of her back. Our kiss brakes and she pulls away..
“Maybe I should have gone with a bra instead. Please be careful this is generations old. Feel, real silk hose.”
Instead of reaching down for only a feel, I picked her up. I carried her to the bed and placed her near the edge, I go for a shoe. Lifting her leg high. The tie came loose and it slipped from her foot. I started massaging and kneading slowly up her leg. After close to five minutes I’m at the crest of her thigh. Her clean shaven pussy was visibly moist and I brush it gently as I reach for the strap that holds the hose in place. Audibly she moans and her juice started to seep out as it spread showing her engorged inner folds. Sitting up and plead with me to hurry. I unhinge the other legging and brush against her labia again. She moaned again louder. So I dipped a finger through the folds. I can feel it pulsating and pulling me in. I pump my hand a few times and she started to wiggle. Somehow, she’s managed to get her tits out of their cups and was pulling and pinching her nipples.
I then brought my finger out and up to her face where I spread the wetness along her lower lip, and leaned over her to kiss and lick it off. We share her liquid as our kiss intertwined and became more heated. My fingers now tickling again at her cunt. I more ravenously teas her as the moaning becoming louder into my kiss. I broke away “No, not yet little one. I’m not done unwrapping my present. She sighed with disappointment mixed with excitement of more to come.
I then rolled down the other stalking to the shoe strap and massaged the bare skin with one hand. The other untied the shoe and slipped it off. Followed by more kneading. When both her smooth I myself am more excited so this leg may have taken little more than half the time of the first. Lifting her leg high in front of me I tickled her toes with my goatee. Then with only a tad more force than was needed I twisted her at the ankle forcing her to flip over. Her response was not expected. “I like spankings from time to time” she said “But so far you’ve been soft so lets keep in that way for a while ok?”
Unbuttoning the garter and then I reached for the strings on the corset. I am amazed at just how quickly a woman can get into these vintage garments. No zippers. Her ties are undone with a pull. Then she rolled back over and begged me to stop.
“My turn!” she licks her lips with lust in her eyes. Stood, reached for her glass, and finished it. She pushed be back to make room. The corset is loose and now sags. Thus allowing her pert breasts to become fully visible over the fabric. Another image that will forever be etched into my memory. As she finished with my shirt buttons and pushed my shirt down, she went to the floor.
Her tits bounced as she hit her knees. Looking up at me she blushed slightly and had look of puzzlement in her eye. Realizing what I saw as I was looking down she smiled and then said. “They are real. I gained a little weight lately. But I guess you like them.” With that she went for my belt buckle. My pants boxer briefs and shirt hit the floor all at once.
As if in a trance induced by a looking into the eye of an asp she asks me how big I thought I was.
“when I’m hard it’s just over 9 inches long and 2 ½ to 3 around” as I was finishing she took my semi erect cock onto her mouth. Just the head at first but she hurried till her nose was resting against my skin. Her technique was amazing. Not fully hard I was still over 8 inches long and it took her no time at all to fit the rest of me inside. I then felt her swallow once. Then again as I expanded inside her. She bobbed a few times more then slid off of me till just my head was in her mouth. She started breathing heavily on my wet dick; tongued it around some and then tried to plunge it back in again. She didn’t quite make it before she coughed and had to spit me out..
She looked beautiful even as she flushed again, looked up at me sadly and said. “It’s too big now. I’ll either gag or pass out if I try that again.” but went back to fitting in what she could. Sucking, swirling and moving her mouth in time with her hand on what she couldn’t fit for more than 5 minutes. Her other hand she delicately used to coax my feet apart till they wouldn’t move any longer because of my cloths. Then started caressing my balls, and asshole using only her fingertips. It was the most amazing blowjob I’d ever had in my life. Her talent was making my legs shake and I told her I was getting ready to cum. That’s when she abruptly stopped and stood again.
“Your sack is heavy. I bet you have a lot in there. I had better stop. These things are over 100 years old. It I get cum on them my mother will murder me!” She started to turn; but I stopped her.
Flat footed. she is a full head shorter than I am. So I picked her up by her waist. And went to kiss her. She stopped me with her fingertips. Grabbed my flute off her hope chest, and drained it. Swishing a bit before swallowing again “to clean my pallet.” she smiled shyly. Then said “I didn’t want to kiss you with cock breath.” My cock pressing against her satin covered tummy. I raised her up a bit more and my cock comes to rest in her long ways in her slit. The wet heat of her pussy lips surrounded it in a perfect fit. It felt amazing as I held her in my arms.
I then took over and kissed her. Our lips locked and her hips started to move. She became more entwined with me. Wrapping her legs around mine; she pulled so that we were closer than I thought possible. I could even feel her clit as hard as the end of a finger grinding and pulsating on the base of my cock. Strong as I am; I could not hold this position for much longer. She then went absolutely ridged. I pulled my head away from hers and watcher her face as she had her first orgasm of the evening. Her face looked as if she may be in pain. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. That being the only sign of pure bliss.
As she calmed down and started to move. Her breath was starting to push out. She looked at me and moaned again. “Oh WOW! that was awesome. I’ve never cum like that without a cock in me” She slipped into a very soft girlish voice that didn’t match with to the woman’s frame I was holding. “Put me down. I need to get this off and, you inside me.”
story by: Yikes_Run!!
Tags: blowjob erotica romance true story older male / female sex story
Author: Yikes_Run!!
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