Just Do It!

I’d gone down to this funky little grocery store in my neighbourhood to get some smokes and Zig-Zags. The rolling paper display was empty, so I waited around while the store owner’s wife went into the back to get some more. In walked Liz, a quite attractive friend of Jean (see my Muddy Waters story and the second of my spring break camping stories). Liz had hated me from the moment she laid eyes on me and it had only gotten worse as Jean and my’s admittedly weird relationship carried on. I think she thought I was bad influence on Jean. Hey, maybe she was right!

Liz glared daggers at me as she got a shopping basket and started getting some stuff. The owner’s wife came back and handed me a pack of Zig-Zags. As I paid, Liz came by and told me to wait for her outside, pointedly refusing to look in my face. I was curious as to what she was up to, so stood on the sidewalk outside the store. About five or 10 minutes later, Liz came out with a couple of full shopping bags.

She looked around quickly (this was early afternoon on a day off, so Lower Lonsdale was quite quiet), and said, “Jean told me your pussy licking is great. Tom (Liz’s boyfriend) has a late class at UBC today so we can be alone. If you go down on me, I’ll jerk you off. I’m not screwing you or sucking your dick.” Trying to act nonchalant, I said sure. She told me to let her get a head-start and then to follow her to their basement suite.

A few minutes later, Liz went down a side street and turned into an older house. I followed and found their door open. Liz was putting stuff away and left me to stand there while she finished. Then she motioned me inside and went into their bedroom, telling me she’d be back in a minute. She came out again, jeans removed but still in semi-transparent panties and holding a towel. “Take off your pants and get your cock out,” she said with zero emotion. “Remember, no sex or lovey-dovey shit!” She put the towel on the couch while I took off my jeans and underwear, and she sat with her shapely thighs spread. “Just do it,” she sad, cool as could be.

I slowly kissed my way up her legs and, skipping her cunt for now, licked her lower belly. Liz’s eyes were closed and she seemed to be getting turned on in spite of herself. Through her skimpy panties I could make out a decent bush, trimmed a bit, and light brown. I started running my tongue up and down her still-covered labia. Her subtle pussy aroma was quite intoxicating. After a minute or two of this, she raised her hips and I peeled off the panties. I buried my face in her snatch, eating her like a madman and Liz pulled my head tighter against her. Humping her cunt hard, she came with a cut-off groan/grunt.

“That felt good. Trade you places,” she said. I sat down and Liz knelt in front of me. She took my cock in hand, muttering about how thick it was, and began a gentle, methodical stroke. My cock was dripping pre-cum and the slick fluid lubed my curved shaft as Liz jacked away. I was hoping she’d do something hot, but no way. She stroked relentlessly and I was helpless against her hand-work. At least she was looking closely at my cockhead. I warned her I was about to cum and started to squeeze my balls hard. Liz sped up her stroke, almost to a painful level, and my ejaculation boiled over.

Moaning in ecstatic pleasure, I blew a thick, hot multi-wad cumshot that Liz directed over my belly and chest. After I finished shooting, she got up and told me to wipe myself and then leave. I used the towel to clean my cum off my skin, pubes, and chest hair, and put my underwear and jeans back on. I politely dropped the cumrag in the kitchen sink as I took my leave.

I couldn’t help but notice that when Liz or the pair of them saw me at pubs or parties after this, they’d generally leave within a few minutes. That was fine with me and, like the dink I could be in those days, I made sure to tell Jean all about the experience.