Several years ago, when I was a single guy, working at an insurance company in Manchester, my sister came up from Boston to stay with me for a couple of days. She and her friend, Laney, were heading north to go skiing for a week, and had decided to spend a few days with me before hitting the slopes. I lived in a two bedroom apartment in Manchester. I slept in one of the bedrooms, but I always kept the spare ready in case my sister decided she needed a break from Boston. I figured I'd let the girls each have a bedroom to themselves, and I'd take the pullout in the living room.
I had told my sister to come up any time on the Friday before the ski trip, and that she and Laney could let themselves in with the spare key my sister had. I told her I had to work on Friday, but we could hook up back at my place, and go out to dinner.
When I arrived home on Friday evening my sister and Laney were hanging out, watching some TV. They greeted me with hugs when I came throught the door, but I was surprised to see how good Laney looked. She had been my sister's best friend since high school, and I always thought of her as an older sister.
They were both six years my senior. Laney had always been a little on the heavy side, but pretty nonetheless. Five foot three with straight, shoulder length blonde hair and spectacular green eyes. To my surprise, she had recently been working out, skiing, hiking, and had really began taking care of herself. She slimmed down, loosing about thirty five pounds, and was sporting quite an athletic body.
After exchanging initial pleasantries, I directed my attention to Laney, and said, "Wow, look at you, girl! What happened?" She smiled brightly and said, "I've been working out a little. Your sister's been motivating me, going to the gym with me. I owe it all to her.
" My sister rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, right! And because of that new body, we've had to go shopping for an entirely new wardrobe.
Never go shopping with Laney because it takes all day.
" Laney had on skin tight jeans, and a yellow sweater, which showed off her nearly perfect breasts. She, like my sister, was single. They both worked at the same law firm in Boston. We decided to go out to eat at a local restaurant, my treat.
It was cool being out with two attractive women dressed to the nines. We received a lot of looks and glances from people at the neighboring tables, and we had a blast eating, drinking, and laughing over old stories. About an hour into dinner, Laney excused herself to use the ladies room. You could sense the atmosphere in the restaurant shift as most of the men in the place gazed at Laney as she strode easily toward the restrooms. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
I was mesmerized by that sexy walk and how she carried herself. My Sister noticed. "Not a good idea, " she said firmly.
"Laney's been through a lot lately.
Bad breakup. She's just getting back on her feet emotionally.
Plus, my little brother and my best friend? I don't think so." "Right...no, I understand, " I muttered staring down at my steak tips. "I was just admiring her new look. I'd never think about it.
" I was lying through my teeth, of course. I would have liked nothing more than to just peel off those jeans and eat Laney's softness for four hours or so.
My sister was right, however, and I knew it. Why would Laney want to bother with me anyhow? She was way out of my league. We arrived back at my place at around 11:30 that evening, and settled in for a few lengthtails and some late night TV. We continued laughing and joking for several hours until we were all quite trashed and exhausted. Finally, my sister said, Im spent. See you guys in the morning. And she stumbled off to her bedroom and closed the door. Laney smiled at me and said, Hey, thanks a lot for a great night. I really had a blast. I smiled back at her and said, You guys are always welcome to stay with me anytime. Then there was this awkward silence as the two of us stared at each other. The smile kind of disappeared from her face and she averted her eyes in an uncomfortable manner. Finally she said, Well, I should get some sleep. I looked at her and nodded, Okay, goodnight. She rose from the couch and headed off to her bedroom. I converted the pullout couch into the bed, turned off the lights, stripped down, and slid between the sheets. But I couldnt get to sleep. My thoughts were of Laney and that tight little body, and how much I wanted to eat her and play her. I turned on the TV and found my favorite porn channel. My hand made its way to my throbbing thingy, and I started stroking slowly while watching the action on the screen.
My attention was fixed so intently on my masturbation session and on the TV, that I hadnt noticed I was being watched. Laney, wearing a t-shirt and cotton panties, was standing next to the bed, watching me go at it. Startled and embarrassed beyond belief, I immediately stopped what I was doing, and reached for the remote. Im sorry, I managed to blurt out.
I didnt know you were there. Its okay, Laney giggled mischievously, But it looks like you could use a little hand. She eased herself between the sheets and pressed her warm body next to mine. I wasnt about to refuse, but I said nervously, My sister would kill us. Your sister is so passed out. She wont hear a thing, she said. Her left hand began caressing my thigh as she ran her right hand through my hair.
She lowered her lips to mine and kissed me softly at first, then more passionately as our tongues met in earnest. She kissed me hungrily as she began to stroke my thingy. Her hair brushed my face and chest, and she smelled incredible. She got on top of me straddling my hips, still kissing me with a passion I had not experienced in years. My stiff length was now pressed against my belly, while Laney moved her panty covered softness up and down the length of my shaft. I could feel the warmth of her softness through the cotton fabric of her panties, now soaked with her juices. She moved her lips from mine, and began to nibble my left earlobe, sending chills down my side while maintaining her pelvic motion on my length. I slid my hands up underneath the back of her shirt and began to caress her shoulders and back, slowly making my way down to her panties. My ear was now completely engulfed in her mouth as she flicked her tongue in and out.
I slid my hands inside of her panties and grasped her tight soft place.
She was so soft and smooth. I moved my hands to her hips and began to roll her panties down in feverish anticipation of driving my aching length inside her softness.
But she had other plans. She grabbed my wrists, pulling my hands way from her panties, and whispered, Not yet. She slowly lifted her moistened crotch away from mine, and started kissing and toying my chest and nipples, gradually making her way down towards my stomach. Finally she positioned her head between my legs and gently began toying my balls. She moved her tongue up and down my shaft and toyed the pre-cum off the tip of my length.
Laney knew exactly what she was doing. All at once she took my throbbing thingy into her mouth enabling me to thrust my length deep inside of her throat. She backed it off a little, swirled her tongue around the tip, back out again, and down my shaft to my balls. She did this several times, but she also started fingering my sensitive place.
No one had ever played with my soft place before, so I didnt know what to expect.
She reached down to her wet softness with her right index finger and moistened it up.
She brought her soaked finger back up to my soft place, and before I knew it, she was inside me.
Her mouth was now bobbing up and down, sucking my swollen length for all it was worth, while pressing her finger inside my soft place, massaging my prostate. The orgasm, which ensued, was so strong and intense, I could hardly believe it. I felt a surge of pleasure, which overtook my entire body, causing me to ejaculate with such force, I thought the cum would never stop flowing. Each intense spasm of ejaculation was met equally by the suction of her hungry mouth, which was acting as a pump, sucking out my cum faster than I could deliver it. Not a drop was spilled as she sucked and swallowed in perfect rhythm with my convulsive ejaculation. Her finger maintained its rhythmic massage of my prostate until I was completely drained, both figuratively and literally.
She removed her finger from my soft place and grabbed my length at the base. She squeezed gently, working her grip up towards the tip, and as the last drops of cum emerged, she toyed it up.
As I lay there breathless, basking in the afterglow of the most intense, mind blowing orgasm I had ever experienced, she smiled at me and said, Were not done yet. Not by a long shot.
To be continued... |
