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Doubly Unexpected

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: got2say Posted on: 03 Oct 2004 1 comments
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I wasn't in Chris Ann's League ... or so I thought"Why don't you take off those hot jeans?" Chris Ann said with what seemed to be a sly smile. "You look like you're sweltering in this heat. No one is going to drop by this late. I'm going to slip into my bed clothes; I just can't take this damn humidity. Want to do the honors and brush my hair?" Not that I hadn't thought about getting out of my pants with Chris Ann or, more precisely, getting her out of hers, but she was my best friend's cousin and a few years older. She'd had a hard life; married at the end of high school because she was pregnant. Two kids now and divorced, living in a run down two family house. My buddies and I loved to hang out at her place though, drinking coffee or something stronger, and talking well past midnight. It didn't hurt that her skirts or shorts were usually micro-sized, her tops tight and revealing at least a bit of cleavage and often more than a hint of firm nipples. And that long, silky red hair really drove me wild. We never talked about it, but I'm sure we all fantasized about what it would be like to make love to her. There were always too many of us around to make any moves and besides there was Jack, who was her age, and for all practical purposes they were engaged. Luckily he worked nights so we had our weeknights with Chris Ann. I wondered if the guys ever drove home like I did with my fly unzipped and my cock in my hand. Only this night was my night. Mike was starting a new job on the third shift. A couple of the others had gone to Boston to a ballgame. It was awfully hot and I was sweltering. I decided I'd risk removing my jeans even though the couple times I'd watched her brush her hair---a hundred strokes a side each night---had got me more than a little hard. It wasn't likely that a little pre-cum would show on my dark gray boxer briefs. Good thing I hadn't worn regular boxers or I would have had to worry about my stiffening cock peaking out the fly. A little thrill---something to masturbate to later---that was all I could expect. I wasn't in her league---or so I thought. "The kids are sound asleep," she said in a soft voice as she came down the stairs. She did a mock twirl to show me her outfit, a silky tank top with spaghetti straps, cut deliciously low, and the skimpiest of bikini panties imaginable. Both were teal, perfect complements to those long, thick red tresses. "Not too elegant, but just the thing for this heat. Glad to see you've made yourself comfortable." She handed me the hairbrush and walked across the room to adjust the floor fan. Her legs were spread as she bent over from the waist, giving me a wonderful view of her firm, shapely buttocks and just a glimpse of her mound as the teal fabric stretched taut. "Why don't we do it on the floor," she said with a sly smile, handing me the hairbrush. If only, I thought, but tried to put it out of my mind so I wouldn't start to get hard and give away my fantasy. She grabbed a big pillow from the couch and plopped down on it, the soles of her feet touching, and her legs deliciously spread. I knelt beside her and began to slowly and deliberately brush her hair. After a short while, I let my free hand follow the brush and smooth her hair or reach beneath her tresses and lift them to the brush. Pretending to be intent on my work, I still managed to let my eyes wander to the beautiful breasts her low cut top revealed. Was it just my imagination or were her nipples hardening and straining against the silky fabric? My free hand just brushed against her cheek and she leaned towards my hand. "I'm getting so hot," she murmured. "I know. It's stifling tonight. Should I stop?" I asked though that was the last thing that I wanted to do. "Oh, I didn't mean that kind of hot," she replied with a smirk. "Don't you find this kind of erotic?" She raised her left hand to cup her breast and tug at her nipple between thumb and forefinger. I continued my slow, deliberate brushing, entranced by her boldness. The fingers of her right hand slipped under the elastic band of her panties; was I dreaming or was the fabric covering her crotch darkening from her wet, slick juices? "Don't stop," she commanded. She pulled her right hand from her crotch, her fingers glistening with her juices and brought them to her mouth. After the tiniest of licks, she pressed her fingers to my lips and deep into my mouth. I sucked her fingers hard, my senses stimulated to lust by the taste and smell of hot pussy. She leaned toward me, pressing her lips against mine and darting her tongue deep into my mouth as her hand slipped down my shorts and began to stroke my fully erect cock. Dropping the brush, my hands went to her shoulders, pushing the straps over her shoulders so that her top slid off her beautiful breasts. She pulled back a bit and cupped her hands beneath her breasts and lifted them. She traced the outline of her deep mauve areola, large as silver dollars, and lightly pinched her long, thick, hard nipples. "See how hot you've made me?" she teased. Lifting her right breast, she pressed it toward her mouth so that her tongue could flick at her stiff nipple. "There's another place I'd like to feel your mouth on me." She brought her spread legs together and lifted her butt off the pillow. Recovering my composure, I realized that this was a sign for me to slide her bikini panties over her hips and down her legs. She leaned back and spread her legs wide. Her bush of light read hair was neatly trimmed, leaving her swollen outer labia bare and smooth; her inner labia were large and peaked through her slit; a stream of her flowing juices slowly trickled toward her anus and her lovely butt cheeks. To say that I was stunned---well, that would be an understatement. Could this really be happening? Part of me wanted to ravish her, hump her in a fury of delight. But I wanted it to be slow, lasting, exquisite. I wanted her to know me as a lover separated from the other guys---separated from Jack. I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and slipped out of my boxer briefs, freeing my full erection. I took Chris Ann's right foot in both hands and massaged her arch as I licked and sucked on her lovely toes, all the while watching her lovely face and her hands caressing her breasts and tugging at her nipples. Her left foot pressed against my cock and I feared I would lose control when she gripped the head between her big and first toes. I pulled back a bit and began to stroke her legs from calf to her firm, smooth inner thighs. Hungry for the taste of her, I followed the same path with long firm licks with the flat of my tongue. When I reached her inner thighs, broad licks were followed by sucking kisses, and little nibbles with just the slightest brush of my teeth against her smooth skin. With the firm tip of my tongue, I traced the outer edge of her labia. Deeply inhaling the scent of her sex, I firmly dragged my lips from her left inner thigh, across her swollen labia, to the other thigh. Back and forth again and again ... wanting her know I would take the time to get her hotter and hotter, drive her wilder and wilder, making her yearn for my full attention to her slit and clit. My lips grasped first her left, then her right, labia, tugging them, letting my teeth rake lightly against them, sucking them deep into my mouth. Chris Ann reached down with both hands to spread her lips wide, giving me a full view of her glistening slit and her engorged clit. I dipped the tip of my tongue into the pool of her juices at her vagina and began to paint her slit from bottom to top, circling but not touching her clit. I then began to alternate firm, lapping licks with the flat of my tongue with hard flicks with stiffened tip just to the right of her clit. Chris Ann guided me, telling me what felt good, by her soft moans and the thrusting of her hips toward my face. Reaching with my left arm over her thigh, I slid my hand under her to stroke the curve of her arched back down to the top of her butt crack. She gasped as two fingers of my right hand entered her slick, hot vagina. My lips surrounded her clit, sucking hard around its perimeter, my tongue lightly flicking the tip of her clit. The more she tried to clamp down on my fingers, the more I spread them, stretching her opening as I rhythmically stroked my fingers in and out. Following her cues, my mouth continued to search for the licks, flicks, sucks, laps, and nibbles that would drive her over the edge. She moaned deeply as I inserted a third finger. On and on until my jaw and my fingers ached. Her hips thrust hard against me, the walls of her cunt clamped down on my fingers, her staccato moans told me she was riding the wave of orgasm. "Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" she commanded. Slowing a bit, going more gently, I let her come down from the high so we could climb to another crescendo. Mouth, tongue, fingers working, creating, I used my thumb of my right hand to rub hard the flesh slick with her juices between her cunt and anus. I let my thumb lightly press her puckered asshole at the end of each stroke, looking for a sign from her. It came when she thrust her hips toward me, forcing the tip of my thumb up her ass. "Deeper," she moaned. Her wish was my command. My thumb thrust deeper into her butt in sync with my fingers in her cunt, and my lapping licks up and down her slit. She tightened and loosened her sphincter muscle to match my rhythm. Within a minute she went over the top again, her orgasm causing her to buck, shudder and moan. She released her hold on her labia, pulled back, and flipped over onto her knees, offering me a view of her firm, shapely buttocks and her two portals. "Make love to my butt," she stammered, slipping two of her fingers into her cunt. Eager to comply, I knead her buttocks and spread them so I can lick her ass crack, nibble and suck at each cheek, swirl my tongue around her butt hole and dart it past her tight sphincter muscle. "Your cock ... your cock," was all she could manage to get out between her panting breaths. In the heat of the night we were drenched in sweat. I leaned back, gently pulling her hand from her pussy and inserting my fingers so I can lube my eager cock with her slippery wetness. She reinserted her fingers, continued stroking and pressed her butt back invitingly to meet my cock. I'm just about to press forward, experience nirvana, when ... "Mommy, Mommy, I'm sick," came a teary voice from the top of the stairs. Chris Ann swirled around, her eyes wide in shock, and we both scrambled to snatch up our clothes. "Wait there. Mommy's coming," she called up the stairs, then mouthed to me, "Oh, shit ... I'm sorry." By the time I've rushed to the bathroom, dressed, and washed her nectar from my face and washed my hands, Chris Ann is in the kitchen, with the three year-old on her lap, a cold compress on her forehead. She's seemed to be a combination of nervous and embarrassed. "Got a call in to the doctor. Thanks so much ... sounds silly ... Hey, another time," she manages to get out, blushing a bit. Just my luck, I thought as I pulled out of the driveway. Despite my aching jaw, I was able to smile---"another time." Sounded like a promise ....