Sectera
09-13-2009, 06:26 PM
(This is completely fiction.. I just felt I wanted to give it a try..)
It all happened completely unexpectedly and for a while, I wasn't quite sure if it were true or not.. Every time I think back on that night I still to this day wonder if it were a dream or not. The night was - for lack of a better word - entirely perfect. Alas, enough vague reminiscing, allow me to tell you what happened.
I'm 19 and my name is Gregg. I'm about 5 foot 8 inches, and the same height in my pants, if you knock off 5 foot, anyway. It was just a regular autumn night for me and the weather was terrible. I had only just finished work, it was around 10:15pm, I wasn't too sure as I didn't think to check the time, the only thing on my mind was getting home. Stepping out into the cool night air I felt immediately relieved. The breeze fluttered through my shoulder-length brown hair and I removed the tie around my neck, unbuttoning my shirt a little too, feeling the wind tickle my bare chest. Setting off into the night, I began to walk home. The journey only takes about half an hour, and I enjoy walking, so I didn't mind. Unfortunately, around ten minutes into the journey I felt a sudden cold feeling tap me on the chest, it was starting to rain. I quickened my pace, hurrying to get home. To my dismay, the heavens continued to open and soon the rain was pouring down, soaking me to my very bone. By the time I arrived at my front door I was shivering in the cold night. Fumbling my keys from my pocket, I unlocked my door and stepped inside, locking it again behind me.
Now usually the first thing I do when I get home is flop down onto the sofa with a cup of tea and a light snack and watch some television. After a while I'll usually boot up my laptop and get some work done, eventually followed by masturbating to a good porn scene or a piece of erotic fiction, then go to bed. However, considering I was freezing cold and drenched, I figured this time I'd take a bath. Dragging myself upstairs and into the bathroom, I removed my heavy, soggy clothes and turned the taps on, filling the bath with warm water. As soon as I climbed in I felt my muscles relax. I didn't bother washing myself - I had taken a shower before work, so I just lay there for a good ten to fifteen minutes, letting the warm water take the aches and pains out from my body.
Eventually - as which always happens when I become too relaxed - my mind began to drift wildly. It didn't take long for me to settle on naughty thoughts. I figured hell, why wait for later? I slid my hand down to my cock and began to softly stroke it. I closed my eyes and felt the blood run into it, my mind flicking between people I know, imagining some of the co-workers and friends I had the hots for. Just as I was about to get things going, I had to stop abruptly. Echoing from downstairs I heard a faint knocking on my door. I wasn't completely hard yet, so I figured I'd be okay.. I dived out of the bath, throwing my bathrobe around me and tieing it as I hurried down the stairs. Another knock on the door, to which I yelled I was coming. I ran to my front door, unlocked and opened it, expecting to see the parcel delivery man with an important package for me. To my surprise, it was something better.
Stood outside my door stood my 20-year-old close friend, Vicky. I'm guessing she had just come from work, but then I realised she was crying. It had been hard to see at first because of the rain, but also more because of the fact the rain had made her white top quite noticeably see through. I couldn't help but stare for a moment. Her figure was amazing. She'd been a late bloomer - she hadn't even started developing breasts until she was 16 but now that was totally different. My eyes followed her curves closely. She had a very pretty face, topped off with long, ginger hair which trailed around halfway down her back. Her slender shoulders held very light, feminine arms, which in turn connected to slender hands bearing long fingers. Her breasts had sure grown in the past four years, they had to be at least a D cup now. Her wet shirt clung to them and I could clearly see her nipples pointing through. At this moment in time, a blind man could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I felt my cock twitch a little at that thought, but forced myself to suppress it. Her waist was thin, then widened out to a wonderful pair of hips. If she'd had turned around, I knew my eyes would have been gazing at her wonderful, round bottom. Her legs were just as beautiful as the rest of he, athletic and slim. At the very bottom of her figure were here feet, small and cute. They fit her perfectly.
She flung herself into my arms, crying heavily, telling me how her and her boyfriend of three years had split up. I confess, I was only half-listening, I was too entranced by the feeling of her voluptuous breasts pressing against me. How many times had I longed to hold them in my hands, play with them, kiss them? I did not know. I tried to shake off these thoughts, now was not the time, but again I felt my cock twitch a little. Vicky pulled away from me and stared deep into my eyes, at that moment I couldn't help myself, just-broken-up or not, I leaned forward and kissed her lips softly, then pulled away to observe her reaction. She stood there motionless as I felt a sudden pang of guilt. I opened my mouth to apologise, but I never got round to it. She kissed me back.
As she pulled away I realised the door was still open and anybody in the street could see us - not that we were doing anything (yet, I hoped. This time I didn't scold myself for thinking such a thing.) I closed and re-locked the door and was about to lead her into the front room, but Vicky didn't give me the chance. She pushed me against the wall, pressing her breasts against me again (although this time I could tell she was choosing to do it) and slid her tongue into my mouth. I ran my tongue across hers, feeling its softness against mine. She pulled away and confessed that every time she had been having sex with Peter, her ex boyfriend, she had been imagining it was me. I felt my cock growing hard at her words, and she felt it too.. As she'd pinned me against the wall my gown had undone and she could easily see me. I couldn't help thinking thank god I had shaved this morning.
Vicky looked at me with joy in her eyes. I could tell that she - like me - had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Vicky raised her hands to her shirt and began to unbutton it slowly and teasingly. As I had thought earlier, she wasn't wearing a bra and all. She grinned at me sheepishly and let out a little giggle, finishing unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to the floor. I couldn't help myself, now it was my turn to pin her against the wall, kissing her passionately, moving downwards, kissing and biting her neck and shoulder, then down to her perfect breasts. I circled her nipple with my tongue, feeling her shiver in pleasure as her hand came up, running her fingers through my hair. I sucked her nipple gently, feeling it already hard from the rain. I smelt the aroma of her sweet perfume fill my nostrils. It smelt like sweet morning flowers and it suited her quite well.
I felt a sudden tightening on my cock, which was now raging hard and poking out of my dressing gown. Vicky had slid her hand down and had wrapped her fingers round it, slowly starting to stroke me. I untied my dressing down and let it fall, joining her shirt on the floor, and carried on using my mouth on her breasts. Her fingers stroking my hard cock, I'd imagined this so many times, but it felt better than I could have ever imagined.
She pushed my head away and smiled at me teasingly. She began to kiss down my chest slowly and lightly as I grew only more excited with anticipation. She knelt onto her knees and took my hard cock in both her hands, gently stroking it, bringing it to her mouth and flicking her tongue over the tip of it. I smiled at her and ran my fingers through her hair, gently pushing her head closer to my cock. By now lust had completely overtaken her and she pushed my cock deep into her mouth. I couldn't help myself, I moaned loudly, feeling her warm, wet tongue slide over my shaft. She smiled up at me, I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was. I smiled back at her and began to gently thrust. Her technique was impressive, she was taking me completely into her mouth and holding me there, then she'd change tactic, letting me literally fuck her mouth. I moaned her name loudly, feeling my balls tighten up as I was getting close. She must have felt it too, as she took me out of her mouth and placed me between her amazing breasts.
Definitely a D, I thought, as I cupped them in my hands and squeezed them around my cock. I began sliding slowly between her breasts, punching her nipples, making her moan gently. Her soft breasts felt amazing around my hard cock, soft and warm. She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in with each thrust. I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to hold on much longer.. I whispered to her that I was going to cum, wondering if she would let me. She smiled up at me eagerly and I knew what that meant. I began pumping quicker, moaning louder now a wave of pleasure taking over my body. Vicky began massaging my balls gently, still sucking on my head. I couldn't help myself - I moaned loudly, my warm load shooting out from my cock, splashing onto her face and breasts. I lay back against the wall panting with pleasure as she licked what was left off the head of my cock, still smiling at me.
(If there's a positive response I'll write a part two :) Any criticisms and comments are greatly appreciated)
It all happened completely unexpectedly and for a while, I wasn't quite sure if it were true or not.. Every time I think back on that night I still to this day wonder if it were a dream or not. The night was - for lack of a better word - entirely perfect. Alas, enough vague reminiscing, allow me to tell you what happened.
I'm 19 and my name is Gregg. I'm about 5 foot 8 inches, and the same height in my pants, if you knock off 5 foot, anyway. It was just a regular autumn night for me and the weather was terrible. I had only just finished work, it was around 10:15pm, I wasn't too sure as I didn't think to check the time, the only thing on my mind was getting home. Stepping out into the cool night air I felt immediately relieved. The breeze fluttered through my shoulder-length brown hair and I removed the tie around my neck, unbuttoning my shirt a little too, feeling the wind tickle my bare chest. Setting off into the night, I began to walk home. The journey only takes about half an hour, and I enjoy walking, so I didn't mind. Unfortunately, around ten minutes into the journey I felt a sudden cold feeling tap me on the chest, it was starting to rain. I quickened my pace, hurrying to get home. To my dismay, the heavens continued to open and soon the rain was pouring down, soaking me to my very bone. By the time I arrived at my front door I was shivering in the cold night. Fumbling my keys from my pocket, I unlocked my door and stepped inside, locking it again behind me.
Now usually the first thing I do when I get home is flop down onto the sofa with a cup of tea and a light snack and watch some television. After a while I'll usually boot up my laptop and get some work done, eventually followed by masturbating to a good porn scene or a piece of erotic fiction, then go to bed. However, considering I was freezing cold and drenched, I figured this time I'd take a bath. Dragging myself upstairs and into the bathroom, I removed my heavy, soggy clothes and turned the taps on, filling the bath with warm water. As soon as I climbed in I felt my muscles relax. I didn't bother washing myself - I had taken a shower before work, so I just lay there for a good ten to fifteen minutes, letting the warm water take the aches and pains out from my body.
Eventually - as which always happens when I become too relaxed - my mind began to drift wildly. It didn't take long for me to settle on naughty thoughts. I figured hell, why wait for later? I slid my hand down to my cock and began to softly stroke it. I closed my eyes and felt the blood run into it, my mind flicking between people I know, imagining some of the co-workers and friends I had the hots for. Just as I was about to get things going, I had to stop abruptly. Echoing from downstairs I heard a faint knocking on my door. I wasn't completely hard yet, so I figured I'd be okay.. I dived out of the bath, throwing my bathrobe around me and tieing it as I hurried down the stairs. Another knock on the door, to which I yelled I was coming. I ran to my front door, unlocked and opened it, expecting to see the parcel delivery man with an important package for me. To my surprise, it was something better.
Stood outside my door stood my 20-year-old close friend, Vicky. I'm guessing she had just come from work, but then I realised she was crying. It had been hard to see at first because of the rain, but also more because of the fact the rain had made her white top quite noticeably see through. I couldn't help but stare for a moment. Her figure was amazing. She'd been a late bloomer - she hadn't even started developing breasts until she was 16 but now that was totally different. My eyes followed her curves closely. She had a very pretty face, topped off with long, ginger hair which trailed around halfway down her back. Her slender shoulders held very light, feminine arms, which in turn connected to slender hands bearing long fingers. Her breasts had sure grown in the past four years, they had to be at least a D cup now. Her wet shirt clung to them and I could clearly see her nipples pointing through. At this moment in time, a blind man could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. I felt my cock twitch a little at that thought, but forced myself to suppress it. Her waist was thin, then widened out to a wonderful pair of hips. If she'd had turned around, I knew my eyes would have been gazing at her wonderful, round bottom. Her legs were just as beautiful as the rest of he, athletic and slim. At the very bottom of her figure were here feet, small and cute. They fit her perfectly.
She flung herself into my arms, crying heavily, telling me how her and her boyfriend of three years had split up. I confess, I was only half-listening, I was too entranced by the feeling of her voluptuous breasts pressing against me. How many times had I longed to hold them in my hands, play with them, kiss them? I did not know. I tried to shake off these thoughts, now was not the time, but again I felt my cock twitch a little. Vicky pulled away from me and stared deep into my eyes, at that moment I couldn't help myself, just-broken-up or not, I leaned forward and kissed her lips softly, then pulled away to observe her reaction. She stood there motionless as I felt a sudden pang of guilt. I opened my mouth to apologise, but I never got round to it. She kissed me back.
As she pulled away I realised the door was still open and anybody in the street could see us - not that we were doing anything (yet, I hoped. This time I didn't scold myself for thinking such a thing.) I closed and re-locked the door and was about to lead her into the front room, but Vicky didn't give me the chance. She pushed me against the wall, pressing her breasts against me again (although this time I could tell she was choosing to do it) and slid her tongue into my mouth. I ran my tongue across hers, feeling its softness against mine. She pulled away and confessed that every time she had been having sex with Peter, her ex boyfriend, she had been imagining it was me. I felt my cock growing hard at her words, and she felt it too.. As she'd pinned me against the wall my gown had undone and she could easily see me. I couldn't help thinking thank god I had shaved this morning.
Vicky looked at me with joy in her eyes. I could tell that she - like me - had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Vicky raised her hands to her shirt and began to unbutton it slowly and teasingly. As I had thought earlier, she wasn't wearing a bra and all. She grinned at me sheepishly and let out a little giggle, finishing unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to the floor. I couldn't help myself, now it was my turn to pin her against the wall, kissing her passionately, moving downwards, kissing and biting her neck and shoulder, then down to her perfect breasts. I circled her nipple with my tongue, feeling her shiver in pleasure as her hand came up, running her fingers through my hair. I sucked her nipple gently, feeling it already hard from the rain. I smelt the aroma of her sweet perfume fill my nostrils. It smelt like sweet morning flowers and it suited her quite well.
I felt a sudden tightening on my cock, which was now raging hard and poking out of my dressing gown. Vicky had slid her hand down and had wrapped her fingers round it, slowly starting to stroke me. I untied my dressing down and let it fall, joining her shirt on the floor, and carried on using my mouth on her breasts. Her fingers stroking my hard cock, I'd imagined this so many times, but it felt better than I could have ever imagined.
She pushed my head away and smiled at me teasingly. She began to kiss down my chest slowly and lightly as I grew only more excited with anticipation. She knelt onto her knees and took my hard cock in both her hands, gently stroking it, bringing it to her mouth and flicking her tongue over the tip of it. I smiled at her and ran my fingers through her hair, gently pushing her head closer to my cock. By now lust had completely overtaken her and she pushed my cock deep into her mouth. I couldn't help myself, I moaned loudly, feeling her warm, wet tongue slide over my shaft. She smiled up at me, I could tell she was enjoying this just as much as I was. I smiled back at her and began to gently thrust. Her technique was impressive, she was taking me completely into her mouth and holding me there, then she'd change tactic, letting me literally fuck her mouth. I moaned her name loudly, feeling my balls tighten up as I was getting close. She must have felt it too, as she took me out of her mouth and placed me between her amazing breasts.
Definitely a D, I thought, as I cupped them in my hands and squeezed them around my cock. I began sliding slowly between her breasts, punching her nipples, making her moan gently. Her soft breasts felt amazing around my hard cock, soft and warm. She opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in with each thrust. I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to hold on much longer.. I whispered to her that I was going to cum, wondering if she would let me. She smiled up at me eagerly and I knew what that meant. I began pumping quicker, moaning louder now a wave of pleasure taking over my body. Vicky began massaging my balls gently, still sucking on my head. I couldn't help myself - I moaned loudly, my warm load shooting out from my cock, splashing onto her face and breasts. I lay back against the wall panting with pleasure as she licked what was left off the head of my cock, still smiling at me.
(If there's a positive response I'll write a part two :) Any criticisms and comments are greatly appreciated)