Summer Storm Ch. 02

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I sat there like a dazed idiot for several minutes after she had gone… slowly licking her slick off my fingers and inhaling her tantalizing scent… realizing I more than anything wanted to bury my face between her legs at the first opportunity. But finally I headed upstairs to my bedroom, stripping out of my T-shirt and cum stained sweats to step into a long hot shower and try to clear my head. What had happened with Kara in the den already seemed surreal, a wild dream that could not have possibly happened. Had this barely legal gorgeous little teenager really pushed my hand down to her pussy and let me get her off while she drove my cock crazy with her plush ass grinding against it? I’d had lap dances in expensive strip clubs that hadn’t been that hot, that… overwhelming.

I soaped myself slowly, replaying every moment of what had just happened in my head. Her high tight breasts capped by tiny hard nipples that she pressed against my hand, the sweet little whimpers she’d been unable to hold back while I stroked her slick wet clit…

Unsurprisingly, I soon found my cock rock hard dikmen escort again and for a mad moment considered going to her room. I shook my head instead and reached for the bottle of shower lotion and smoothed some over my rigid cock and began to stroke it once more, imaging going to her bed, drawing the covers away from her sleeping form, and waking her by gently licking her sweet little cunt. It was so damned tempting.

I tried to figure out what had prompted this little interlude. I was the closest thing she had to a father figure for pity’s sake. I was a little over twice her age and while I stayed in shape with a home gym and hiking and camping on the weekends when the weather was good I knew there were some lines starting around my eyes and a touch of silver beginning to show at my temples in my own dark hair. I must have seemed impossibly old to her. Then again, maybe she thought of me as someone safe to experiment with. She knew I loved her. Still, what was I thinking? I should have never let it happen. Her mother, Susan, would surely kill me if she ever emek escort found out. Susan was my friend, trusted me with the most precious thing in the world to her. Not to mention the awkward additional fact that we’d probably fucked a good dozen times ourselves years ago. And now here I was aching to shove my cock into her daughter’s tight little virgin pussy.

Wait. Virgin? Was she? Hell, I had no way of knowing. And yet… everything in me felt that she was. Not like I had any experience with virgins myself. I’d always liked the wild girls when I was younger, the sure things. Gave up my own V card to my best friend’s older sister when I was still in high school. And now, I was a frequent flier at the local fetish club and attended no shortage of private parties where there was inevitably sex on the menu. It’s not like I was desperate for female company… but I seldom got really close with a woman and if one I was seeing started seeming like she wanted that, I inevitably found an excuse to drop her. I liked my life the way it was and I sure as hell wasn’t lonely.

So eryaman escort why was fingering an eighteen year old I’d known most of her life suddenly the hottest experience of *my* life? Why had making her cum seemed like such a singular triumph? And, as much as I knew I wanted to fuck her, why did I suddenly have the undeniable thought in my head that more than anything I just wanted to make her cum every way I could think up until she *asked* me to finally put my dick in her tight little sheathe? Fuck, I’d be jerking off constantly but I didn’t care. I just…wanted to pleasure her… show her all the ways I could.

My hand was working my cock fast and hard now, my balls tightening up with my impending release as I imagined slipping my fingers into her slit and finding that sweet spot to gently finger fuck while I tongued her clit. How I wanted to hear her pant and whimper again. Wanted to feel her hips bucking against my face. Wanted her to tell me she was going to cum and feel her legs tremble when she did, her sweet messy pussy clenching around my fingers…

I couldn’t stifle my own loud grunt as my cum spurted out over my hand while I squeezed and jerked myself through my orgasm. I stood there with my forehead pressed against the tile wall while the hot water beat down on me, breathing harshly.

Fuck me but I was in trouble. Deep trouble.

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