mike is a 6ft 2 big built man, strong, muscular, iniquity haired, stubbly face and played football ( soccer ) a few times a week. He was 29 when I first saw him but I never made any move on him until i was 18, at this fourth dimension he was 33. He had the perfect butt for a man, business firm ( probably off all the football he plays ) his acrobatic strong implements of war always carrying boastfully heavy objective when he was working in garage. mike was the kind of guy you would take hime to your female parent, sweet, saucy, amusing, sort. My mother always spoke to him and still does sometimes. He is the perfect man, the perfect gentleman's gentleman. For 4 twelvemonth, every Nox I lay on my bed thinking about how I 'd love to feel his body on top of mine and how it would feel to have his warm embrace on my always cold skin. We never spoke, he barely knew i was even alive.
However now I was 18 years old, he now 33, I knew something could pass off and neither of us would get into trouble. It was April 2011, I plucked up the braveness and added him on a very popular social web site. He accepted within mo, we started chatting. Nothing seedy just about kinfolk lifetime, the local anaesthetic neighborhood chit-chat and general chit chat. We exchanged mobile numbers, talked day and Night for a week. null dirty, all pure innocent texts. I dreamed every dark what it would be like to share a bed with him, have his coat of arms wrapped around me while I slept. I never dreamed of what would bump the following Thursday. mike invited me to go over his house, he lived alone in a 3 narrative, 4 sleeping accommodation, plot way with a pond table. I jumped at the luck like a heroic little missy wanting more ice emollient. That Thursday came, I prepared myself. I knew I had intimate intentions but I was n't sure enough about him. I was n't going to leave it for opportunity. hour before I was expected to sour up at the man that made my underwear wet every dawn I saw him on the way to school since I was a young teenage female child. Preparing myself for the night ahead, I turned the shower bath on, I always have it as hot as my stale skin can strike it, the steam quickly filled the elbow room, I could barely see my hand infront of my cheek. I stripped off, out of my waistcoat top and shorts ( it was a very hot spring this year ) when naked I grabbed a new razor from the cupboard. I sat down in the shower and quickly lathered myself up with my older brothers shaving foam. Which didnt take long, as I am 5ft 6 young lady, toned second joint but not very skinny, just enough to grab on to. My tanned soundbox now covered in thick white shaving foam i started from my ankles, shaving every inch making for certain there was not a bingle hair on either of my legs. I gradually worked my way to my cunt. I spread my legs further and started to work away the stubble that had formed there over the last hebdomad. When I was finished I was so suave and soft. I could n't stay fresh my digit off it. I started to become wet at the thought of mike knowing that I had shaved my pussy just for him to savor. I licked my digit, everyone always say how good I taste and I know they are right wing. I do taste good. Sweet like all the fruit succus that I drink. I put my finger's breadth back to my twat and started rubbing furiously on my clitoris. My pussy was so wet now, within minutes I was moaning as the hot weewee was not falling down onto my tummy. I climaxed with an almighty moan and my juice flowed out of me now mixed in wtih the hot soapy water running from the residue of my dead body. I quickly finished my exhibitioner using shower gel that smells of flowers and washing my long bemire blonde whisker with Katie cost Shampoo & Conditioner which makes my haircloth smell of strawberry mark. Within a few hours, I had a face of shuffling up, My fuzz was blow dryed and straightened, I even baught some new aphrodisiac undies for the occaision, lightlessness lace bra with frenchies. I stood infront of the mirror with them on building up my confidence, knowing that as soon as microphone saw me in these he would n't be able-bodied to keep his rough workers deal off me. I slipped on my new dress, which had little flowers on and my sandels. I looked innocent, girly but my thoughts and intention were not.
Within minutes of being at his house, we were chatting, laughing and he invited me to play kitty upstairs, for the first time in my life I was shy around a man. Mike flirted with me for hr, and I knew that as I bent over the pool table he either checked out my arse or looked down my garb. fountainhead thats what I wanted him to do, everytime he winked at me my gasp were getting wetter from the juice flowing out of my hardly legal tight little puss. We made silly little bets that I could n't beat him and little trick about how I cheated when he left the room for more drinks. We drank and played until midnight when I finally beat him we stopped. He asked me to blame out a moving picture from his boastfully collection of the back rampart in his biz room. I did the typical girl thing and option a scary film ; Hannibal was my pick ( I know guys its not exactly scary but I do n't wish anything with rakehell, fury or gore ). He gave me the choice ; watch it on his 60inch tv in his chamber or his 50inch tv downstairs in the aliveness room. I chose the bedroom, what a silly question.
I sat on the Rex size bed like the impeccant young noblewoman he thought I was, I knew what his intentions were but did he get laid mine ? We watched about 10 minutes of the film until he turned so quickly to me and kissed my little pouty lips. His tongue forced its way into my rima oris and he grabbed the back of my head ; he was being so rough and I was n't used to that. The early manus on the front of my piddling dress pulling it towards him. almost girls would panic in this situation but I wanted it so much and him being rough made the juice menstruation from my tight slit more. My tongue met his, we played around which each others tongues for a little while until his deal started wondering down my dress, feeling my smooth tanned toned bare legs. The pugnacious skin of his helping hand was making my ramification prickle even More than my twat. As we kissed and his hand was wondering above my knees towards the center of my thighs, my helping hand were wrapped around his cervix. I could n't trust this, I had dreamed about this moment since I was 14 class old and it was finally happening. I started to voice my legs slowly, inviting his hand up further between my thighs. Mike let his paw watch my invitation, his crude finger confidential information by this time were centimeter from my soaked through Negroid lace frenchies. By this metre I was lay flat on my back, him laying on his side inclination over my small body under his voiceless muscles. His sass making his way down my cervix as his finger were rubbed against my shaven slit which was under the lace his fingers touched. His sassing met my breast, he moved his hand to release my 34D cup breasts over the top of lace bra I chose out just for him. His rim met my laborious perk up nipples.
Sucking on my perked niggling tit like there was no tomorrow, the sensation nearly tipped me over the edge. My paw were grabbing on to the belt of his jeans, I wanted him more than ever. The touch of his mouth on my minor breasts was sending me over the top and I could feel that his finger's breadth were now soaking wet from my juicy snatch that he had been teasing for about 10 minutes now. After biting and sucking on both of my nipple, they were red raw, one of the bite marks was bleeding a little he moved up so his face was near mine. Looking into my eyes as his manus moved my frenchies out of the way for his big fingers. `` Wow you 're so wet '' he said quietly to me as his fingers lightly grazed over my now swollen clit and over to the ingress. I lay there feeling one of his big fingers push into my tight cunt. I gasped into his mouth as we kissed passionately. Unexpectantly it was met by a moment finger's breadth. My stage were spreading full trying to commidate the big fingers in my miserly fix. He slowly worked his fingerbreadth in and out of me then picked up the pase to fast and hard, whilst his thumb grazed over my little swollen clit. I could see the sound of the large finger pushing and pulling out of my soaking wet pussy. It was all too much and I started to cum whilst kissing him, our tongues frantically playing with each other in each others mouths. My organic structure stiffened as my stage raised off the bed I was nearly screaming but his oral cavity muffled the noise.
Panting after the blind blowing orgasm I wanted for so long, mike removed my dress, I was laying there on his big bed a he kneed over me in my little sinister frenchies and D cup breast hanging over my bra. I quickly took my bra off and threw it over the over face of the room. His head moved down, I knew what he was about to do. He kissed along the top of the ignominious wet lace, then rolled them down and over my base. microphone stripped off to just his crocked perfectly whiteness Boxer shorts, getting in between of my cattle ranch legs, he slowly placed his lips onto my thighs and kissed up til he reached my pussy. He started lapping at it fiercely, sucking on my clit. Quickly I started to moan, grasping the headboard and my ramification now wrapped around his head. I felt like never letting go, my head felt like it was going to detonate I was screaming the post down, I pushed his head further into my pussy as his tongue stiffened and was now inside of me. Flinging my arms back towards the straits board to accommodate on my fist crashed into the wall. Wow, the pain on my paw was making the delight between my thighs even better. Within seconds I was screaming the name of the amazing man who was making juice outpouring out of my tight slight Brigham Young puss, moaning so loudly that the neighbour actually banged on the paries. He drank every little bit of succus that flowed out of me.
My heart were still closed but I could palpate his breathing spell against my skin as he slowly moved up my organic structure. I lay there panting underneath him as I smiled, he kissed my lips, his mouth and Chin was covered in my sweet juice, I kissed it off him saying `` mmmm '' so he knew I enjoyed everything about the evening. He turned me on my incline, kissing my neck and back and cuddled tightly into me. I could find his big voiceless buldge pressing into me. I wanted microphone even more.


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