Mike is a 6ft 2 big built man, strong, powerful, black 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 relocation on him until i was 18, at this fourth dimension he was 33. He had the stark arse for a man, firm ( probably off all the football he plays ) his athletic stiff arms always carrying large ponderous object when he was working in garage. Mike was the kind of guy you would take hime to your female parent, sweetness, ache, funny story, sort. My mother always spoke to him and still does sometimes. He is the perfect man, the perfect gentleman's gentleman. For 4 years, every night I lay on my bed thinking about how I 'd love to find his body on top of mine and how it would palpate to stimulate his tender embrace on my always cold cutis. We never spoke, he barely knew i was even alive.
However now I was 18 eld old, he now 33, I knew something could materialize and neither of us would get into trouble. It was April 2011, I plucked up the courage and added him on a very popular social network site. He accepted within minute, we started chatting. Nothing seedy just about kinsfolk spirit, the topical anesthetic locality chin-wag and worldwide check chat. We exchanged Mobile River numbers, talked day and night for a hebdomad. nil dirty, all pure innocent school text. I dreamed every night what it would be like to part a bed with him, throw his arm wrapped around me while I slept. I never dreamed of what would go on the following Thursday. Mike invited me to go over his sign of the zodiac, he lived alone in a 3 narration, 4 sleeping room, game room with a consortium table. I jumped at the chance like a desperate footling miss wanting Thomas More ice cream. That thursday came, I prepared myself. I knew I had intimate design but I was n't sure about him. I was n't going to forget it for opportunity. Hours before I was expected to turn up at the man that made my underwear wet every morning I saw him on the way to shoal since I was a Pres Young teenage missy. Preparing myself for the night ahead, I turned the shower on, I always have it as hot as my frigid cutis can take it, the steam quickly filled the room, I could barely see my hand infront of my nerve. I stripped off, out of my singlet top and shorts ( it was a very hot outpouring this yr ) when raw I grabbed a new razor from the cupboard. I sat down in the shower bath and quickly lathered myself up with my sometime brothers shaving foam. Which didnt take long, as I am 5ft 6 Whitney Young lady, toned thighs but not very skinny, just enough to grab on to. My bronze body now covered in dense white shaving froth i started from my ankles, shaving every inch making sure there was not a single hair on either of my wooden leg. I gradually worked my way to my pussy. I spread my legs further and started to bring away the stubble that had formed there over the finis workweek. When I was finished I was so smooth and soft. I could n't go on my fingers off it. I started to suit wet at the thought of Mike knowing that I had shaved my slit just for him to enjoy. I licked my fingers, everyone always say how serious I taste and I know they are right. I do taste good. sugariness like all the fruit juice that I drink. I put my fingers back to my pussycat and started rubbing furiously on my clit. My snatch was so wet now, within hour I was moaning as the hot piddle was not falling down onto my tummy. I climaxed with an almighty groan and my juice flowed out of me now mixed in wtih the hot soapy water running from the relaxation of my body. I quickly finished my shower using shower gels that smells of blossom and washing my long sordid blond tomentum with Katie damage Shampoo & Conditioner which makes my pilus look of strawberries. Within a few hr, I had a face of shuffling up, My hair was blow dryed and straightened, I even baught some new aphrodisiac undies for the occaision, Shirley Temple Black 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 to keep his rough worker manpower off me. I slipped on my new dress, which had little flower on and my sandels. I looked barren, girly but my sentiment and intentions were not.
Within minutes of being at his house, we were chatting, laughing and he invited me to trifle pool upstairs, for the initiative clock time in my life I was shy around a man. mike flirted with me for minute, and I knew that as I bent over the pool table he either checked out my derriere or looked down my dress. Well thats what I wanted him to do, everytime he winked at me my pants were getting wetter from the juices flowing out of my barely sound tight little twat. We made silly little stakes that I could n't beat him and little put-on about how I cheated when he left the room for More beverage. We drank and played until midnight when I finally beat him we stopped. He asked me to pick out a movie from his expectant collection of the cover wall in his game room. I did the distinctive girl matter and choice a scarey film ; Hannibal was my choice ( I know guys its not exactly scarey but I do n't like anything with blood, vehemence or gore ). He gave me the choice ; watch over it on his 60inch tv in his bedroom or his 50inch tv downstairs in the support room. I chose the bedroom, what a silly question.
I sat on the king size bed like the innocent Loretta Young lady he thought I was, I knew what his intentions were but did he acknowledge mine ? We watched about 10 minutes of the film until he turned so quickly to me and kissed my petty pouty lips. His tongue forced its way into my sassing and he grabbed the back of my drumhead ; he was being so rough and I was n't used to that. The other hand on the front of my little preen pulling it towards him. Most daughter would panic in this situation but I wanted it so practically and him being rough made the juice flow from my sozzled pussy more. My tongue met his, we played around which each others tongues for a small while until his manus started wondering down my dress, feeling my smooth tanned toned bare legs. The boisterous skin of his hand was making my branch prickle even more than my twat. As we kissed and his hand was wondering above my knee towards the midsection of my second joint, my hands were wrapped around his neck. I could n't believe this, I had dreamed about this moment since I was 14 years old and it was finally happening. I started to part my legs slowly, inviting his hand up further between my thighs. Mike let his hand follow my invitation, his rough digit pourboire by this time were centimeters from my soaked through shameful lace frenchies. By this clip I was lay monotone on my cover, him laying on his position leaning over my small body under his knockout muscles. His brim making his way down my neck opening as his finger were rubbed against my shaven pussy which was under the lacing his fingerbreadth touched. His backtalk met my dresser, he moved his hand to unloosen my 34D cup breasts over the top of lacing bra I chose out just for him. His mouth met my strong percolate mamilla.
Sucking on my perked little pap like there was no tomorrow, the champion nearly tipped me over the bound. My hand were grabbing on to the belt of his jeans, I wanted him more than ever. The touch of his lips on my small breasts was sending me over the top and I could feel that his digit were now soaking wet from my juicy cunt that he had been teasing for about 10 minutes now. After biting and sucking on both of my pap, they were red raw, one of the insect bite home run was bleeding a piffling he moved up so his face was near mine. Looking into my eyes as his helping hand 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 entrance. I lay there feeling one of his big finger's breadth push into my tight pussy. I gasped into his mouthpiece as we kissed passionately. Unexpectantly it was met by a secondly fingerbreadth. My leg were spreading broad trying to commidate the big finger's breadth in my close jam. He slowly worked his finger 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 try the sound of the large digit pushing and pulling out of my soaking wet pussycat. It was all too much and I started to cum whilst kissing him, our tongues frantically playing with each early in each others mouths. My body stiffened as my stage raised off the bed I was nearly screaming but his oral cavity muffled the haphazardness.
Panting after the blind blowing sexual climax I wanted for so long, Mike removed my attire, I was laying there on his big bed a he kneed over me in my trivial bleak frenchies and D cup breast hanging over my bra. I quickly took my bra off and threw it over the ended face of the way. His head moved down, I knew what he was about to do. He kissed along the top of the melanize wet lacing, then rolled them down and over my feet. microphone stripped off to just his wet perfectly egg white boxer boxers, getting in between of my scatter legs, he slowly placed his lip onto my thigh and kissed up til he reached my cunt. He started lapping at it fiercely, sucking on my clit. Quickly I started to moan, grasping the headboard and my wooden leg now wrapped around his head. I felt like never letting go, my head felt like it was going to break loose I was screaming the place down, I pushed his read/write head further into my slit as his clapper stiffened and was now inside of me. Flinging my subdivision back towards the point board to hold on my clenched fist crashed into the rampart. Wow, the pain on my hand was making the pleasure between my second joint even better. Within seconds I was screaming the name of the awe-inspiring man who was making juice flush out of my pissed little young pussy, moaning so loudly that the neighbour actually banged on the wall. He drank every little bit of juice that flowed out of me.
My eyes were still closed but I could feel his hint against my skin as he slowly moved up my soundbox. I lay there panting underneath him as I smiled, he kissed my mouth, his back talk and chin was covered in my sugariness juice, I kissed it off him saying `` mmmm '' so he knew I enjoyed everything about the evening. He turned me on my slope, kissing my neck and back and cuddled tightly into me. I could find his big hard buldge pressing into me. I wanted microphone even more.


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