I could just imagine her on the other end, her thick blonde hair with just the right amount of curl and bounce, her china-doll face with her slightly up-turned nose and piercing blue eyes whose corners would crinkle as she smiled. A flat stomach that led to a perfectly trimmed pussy, and an ass that had me constantly on high-alert. At my request, she almost always wore thongs - regardless of what she wore or where she was going. It also means short shorts, skirts and sundresses that leave just enough to the imagination to keep things titilating. I watched her perfectly tight ass bounce down the steps to the sidewalk below. And with the heat of the day, an air conditioned mall was an effortless choice.
As much as she loved hearing mine, her voice - her tone, her cadence, the way she said my name - made my heart skip. Beautiful, pert c-cup breasts with perfect nipples that begged to be sucked. " "That's actually why I was calling," she replied. It was summer in Boston - which means sweltering heat and humidity. Vanessa's waiting." And just like that, she spun on her heel's and headed down the front stoop.
And it turned me on to know I could connect with her that way. She was a nurse too (which, naturally only heightened the sexual intrigue). And her suspicions only grew as the marriage began falling further and further apart. She was a gorgeous equivalent of Randi - only brunette. I hadn't done anything with her, but I always had it in the back of my mind that she was very attractive, even while we had been dating. I had literally not seen her in person in over three years at that point. She was shaking, but her eyes and her smile gave away her excitement the most. As if reading my mind, she slowly turned - just enough for me to see the back of her dress setttle neatly and perfectly on her ass, with a slight crease that revealed that she most likely was wearing a thong, or perhaps nothing at all. Vanessa was younger than Randi by a few years - not quite 21 at the time.
She felt my dick against her hand and tried to squeeze it with her fingertips. Somewhere along the way, she had used her free hand to pick up a few things - women are amazing that way. I was happy to be there, nestled up against her body, the feel of her ass against my throbbing cock. We quickly made our way to a secluded spot in the back of the store. And as masculine as I felt at that moment with this beautiful girl ready to give herself to me, getting arrested was not something I wanted or could afford to deal with. I grabbed her by the hand and snuck out, leaving her cousin to fend for herself. When we finally reached her SUV, we barely made it inside. Our parking spot was in a corner of the garage, secluded and relatively dark, though not completely beyond visibility. She moaned louder as she hear my zipper run down the length, and finally gave an approving sigh as she felt my dick spring out from my boxers and land almost perfectly in line with her slit. " "Drive that dick into me." Fuck it felt good to be inside of her. Fuck the shit out of me." I kept sliding in and out of her. Eventually though, I succumbed to her dirty talking and hard fucking.She slowed her pace, letting me catch up and press my hand harder against her. I miss feeling you touching me." I said nothing as her back remained to me. Her firm skin was taught on her ass as she bent forward, giving me full access to her. I reached down and pulled it aside, slipping a finger in her now soaking pussy. I want to feel your big dick cum in my pussy." Her words rang inside my head. Every now and then, she'd hold that position, grinding her ass into me.I reached my other hand out and placed it just at her waist, wrapping my fingers around her hip bone and pressing with my fingertips along the edge of where her thong met her upper hip. I knew she loved this because she begged me to grab her like this whenever I was fucking her from behind. I slid my finger in deeper, touching her clit with my thumb as I plunged further into her. I wanted to run my tongue along her slit - but there was no time. My dick would move in rhythm to her movement, rubbing the walls of her pussy with the tip of my dick.When the phone rang, I wasn't expecting it to be her. Although our relationship had ended several years before, we had maintained a sort of friendship. Our relatively infrequent emails had gotten more frequent, and sometimes, rather explicit. Whatever motivation she had, it was clear she was looking for something more. Vanessa, not oblivious to our past OR present, just kept on chatting with her.
A voice I had heard a million times before, but at that moment, it nearly instantly turned me on. A slight hesitation, as if she knew she shouldn't be calling me. She loved the attention, and I loved giving it to her.
It's not like you've never seen any of my underwear before anyway!