sophieloves
running silent
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I knocked at your door one dark afternoon when you hadn't expected any visitors. The stormy sky was just venting its first heavy drops - enough to darken my hair and make it cling to my neck, just as it made the thin fabric of my pink, short cotton vest dress cling to my breasts and nipples, almost transluscent in places. I stood there in the doorway, looking wet and wanton, smiling and asking if I could come in then, or if you intended to keep me stood on the doorstep like that, getting drenched and shivery. I could feel the heat of your gaze on me, taking in this unexpected yet very welcome sight.
you placed a hand in front of your cock, trying to hide the instant erection seeing me in that short, wet, clingy dress had caused. You licked your lips then drew me inside, saying I'd surprised you. We went and sat down on your sofa, and your eyes rolled over my small feet, bare legs, and up to the shadowed v at the hem of my dress. I shivered, more from delight than the cold, but you sprang to your feet offering to get me a towel. You got me one from the bathroom, and I took it from you, blotting some of the wet from my hair. This caused the hem of my dress to lift even more, and your cock got even harder at the hint of thong revealed. I shivered again...
"Here," you said, "you really ought to get out of that. Let me help dry you. And you stood behind me, taking the towel, softly rubbing my neck and shoulders with it, aware of every inch of my flesh, my scent - the moist sweet scent of my pussy. Your hand gently brushed one of my erect nipples, making me catch my breath, and soon you pulled down the shoulder straps either side freeing my girlish breasts. You pressed yourself into me, and I was deliciously aware of your cock against me, its heat, its throbbing pressure. You cupped a breast in one hand, playing with its nipple, and I leaned back into your bare chest. Your mouth on my hair and neck, you breathed deeply, and while still playing with my nipple your other hand pulled my dress up exposing my little lace thong. Fingers found the v of my thighs, slipped under the edge of the material, found my creamy heat...
I parted my legs a little as your fingers investigated my slit, rubbing gently at my clit - I moaned...
Suddenly, you turned me round to face you, then your lips found my nipples and taunted them with your tongue and teeth. You pulled my dress right off over my head, then kissed me deep and slow, before kissing slowly down my smooth belly to the small triangle of cloth covering my pubic hair. Your tongue slipped into the top of my panties, finding my small shaped triangle, then continued down, one hand on my ass, the other pulling the flimsy material down and off. As I stepped out of them, my legs parted enough for your tongue to find my smooth little slit, and to taste what your fingers had already found. You used your fingers then to pull me open a little, and your hot tongue got to work, driving me wild on your mouth.
My legs were shaking, and my pulse racing! Your tongue was driving me crazy, sliding and pushing and probing and soothing.... oooooooooohhhhhhhh
You sat back onto the sofa, dropping your jeans and freeing your cock in one smooth movement. All you had on was your opened white shirt, and I stood there in awe of your shiny taut cock, already oozing its clear fluids.
"Soph," you spoke real low, "come here. I need you." and you pulled me onto your lap, so I straddled your erection, my pussy lips just touching the tip of your quivering cock. My smooth thighs felt like cool cream on your own, and your hands found their own music on my hips, back, bottom.
"Now, Soph, now" you growled, and I pushed my tight wet sex down, slowly, so slowly, onto you. Your fingers found my ass, teasing my hole, just dipping in and then reaching further, touching my opening pussy as I swallowed your cock into me. My face was flushed with sex and you found it even hornier that I was so fucking hot for this, something you'd fantasised over but never spoken of... yet here I was, taking your big cock up my pink, sweet cunt... you groaned and dragged my hips down onto you, impaling me on your thickness, and your head swam as I rode you, sweating, calling out your name, slamming back down as far as i could, needing to feel you buried balls-deep in me, needing to feel them hit my ass. You held my cheeks, lifting and pulling me back in a fucking rhythm that was all about lust, nothing about finesse, and you just wanted to shoot up me and feel me cum on your cock.
My hands were on your chest, pinching your nipples, then finding your mouth - I pushed two fingers between your lips and was rewarded by your sucking them like you might a cock as I rode yours. It was too much for me, the thought of you sucking cock as I rode your own, and I bucked like only a young wet girl can on a naked thick cock, cumming so hard on you that it triggered your own cum... my pussy walls milked you, making you cry out in pleasure as your balls emptied their load up me, then you nuzzled into my breasts as our breathing tore up the room, trying to regain some calm, your cock still up me, our juices leaking out all over us....
you placed a hand in front of your cock, trying to hide the instant erection seeing me in that short, wet, clingy dress had caused. You licked your lips then drew me inside, saying I'd surprised you. We went and sat down on your sofa, and your eyes rolled over my small feet, bare legs, and up to the shadowed v at the hem of my dress. I shivered, more from delight than the cold, but you sprang to your feet offering to get me a towel. You got me one from the bathroom, and I took it from you, blotting some of the wet from my hair. This caused the hem of my dress to lift even more, and your cock got even harder at the hint of thong revealed. I shivered again...
"Here," you said, "you really ought to get out of that. Let me help dry you. And you stood behind me, taking the towel, softly rubbing my neck and shoulders with it, aware of every inch of my flesh, my scent - the moist sweet scent of my pussy. Your hand gently brushed one of my erect nipples, making me catch my breath, and soon you pulled down the shoulder straps either side freeing my girlish breasts. You pressed yourself into me, and I was deliciously aware of your cock against me, its heat, its throbbing pressure. You cupped a breast in one hand, playing with its nipple, and I leaned back into your bare chest. Your mouth on my hair and neck, you breathed deeply, and while still playing with my nipple your other hand pulled my dress up exposing my little lace thong. Fingers found the v of my thighs, slipped under the edge of the material, found my creamy heat...
I parted my legs a little as your fingers investigated my slit, rubbing gently at my clit - I moaned...
Suddenly, you turned me round to face you, then your lips found my nipples and taunted them with your tongue and teeth. You pulled my dress right off over my head, then kissed me deep and slow, before kissing slowly down my smooth belly to the small triangle of cloth covering my pubic hair. Your tongue slipped into the top of my panties, finding my small shaped triangle, then continued down, one hand on my ass, the other pulling the flimsy material down and off. As I stepped out of them, my legs parted enough for your tongue to find my smooth little slit, and to taste what your fingers had already found. You used your fingers then to pull me open a little, and your hot tongue got to work, driving me wild on your mouth.
My legs were shaking, and my pulse racing! Your tongue was driving me crazy, sliding and pushing and probing and soothing.... oooooooooohhhhhhhh
You sat back onto the sofa, dropping your jeans and freeing your cock in one smooth movement. All you had on was your opened white shirt, and I stood there in awe of your shiny taut cock, already oozing its clear fluids.
"Soph," you spoke real low, "come here. I need you." and you pulled me onto your lap, so I straddled your erection, my pussy lips just touching the tip of your quivering cock. My smooth thighs felt like cool cream on your own, and your hands found their own music on my hips, back, bottom.
"Now, Soph, now" you growled, and I pushed my tight wet sex down, slowly, so slowly, onto you. Your fingers found my ass, teasing my hole, just dipping in and then reaching further, touching my opening pussy as I swallowed your cock into me. My face was flushed with sex and you found it even hornier that I was so fucking hot for this, something you'd fantasised over but never spoken of... yet here I was, taking your big cock up my pink, sweet cunt... you groaned and dragged my hips down onto you, impaling me on your thickness, and your head swam as I rode you, sweating, calling out your name, slamming back down as far as i could, needing to feel you buried balls-deep in me, needing to feel them hit my ass. You held my cheeks, lifting and pulling me back in a fucking rhythm that was all about lust, nothing about finesse, and you just wanted to shoot up me and feel me cum on your cock.
My hands were on your chest, pinching your nipples, then finding your mouth - I pushed two fingers between your lips and was rewarded by your sucking them like you might a cock as I rode yours. It was too much for me, the thought of you sucking cock as I rode your own, and I bucked like only a young wet girl can on a naked thick cock, cumming so hard on you that it triggered your own cum... my pussy walls milked you, making you cry out in pleasure as your balls emptied their load up me, then you nuzzled into my breasts as our breathing tore up the room, trying to regain some calm, your cock still up me, our juices leaking out all over us....
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