Loading...I had just moved into the apartment by myself, a long story but this was for the first time for a long time. To start with the freedom seemed great and I enjoyed not having any body under my feet or messing up my living space. After a few months my feeling on this started to change. I began to realise how good it was to have someone around to talk with, gossip and generally weigh up the days news, on the other hand I really didn’t want to get back into some heavy relationship.
I was enjoying meeting up with a group of friends a couple of night a week and the ability to wander off at a moments notice was something I wasn’t ready to give up.
I soon came to the decision that it would be good to have a lodger of some sort. I had a spare room and I couldn’t see one person who was clean and tidy causing a problem.
From that decision I placed an advert in the next week’s local paper. I kept it quite open in the type of person wanted — mainly because I didn’t have a clear idea on that point and I thought that I would know the right person when they walked into the place. The ad appeared on the Thursday evening and that evening I received 5 enquiries of which 3 agreed to come and see the flat, on the Friday a further 3 enquiries led to 1 more appointment. I organised all the appointments for the Monday evening which gave me time to make sure everything was tidy for their visit and finished work early to get home for the first person.
The guy, Peter was his name, was nice enough and he seemed happy with the room he would have. I told him I would let him know. The second person was a disaster, she didn’t appear anything like I had imagined on the phone. When she sat on the settee and hoisted her feet on the coffee table — then started moaning about the men in her life I decided that she wasn’t the right person to share with. The third person was the guy who had phoned on the Friday and had come across as really interested in the flat — except he didn’t turn up. I tried phoning him on his mobile but there was no answer, by this time I was really pissed off.
The last appointment was for 8 and a few minutes before that there was a knock at the door. This was Sarah but for a moment I was taken aback, on the doorstep stood a small girl, or at least that was my first impression. The thing that grabbed me straight away was the smile that greeted me and the pale blue eyes that sparkled. I gathered my senses and invited her in. I offered to take her coat but she declined, instead just undoing a few buttons. We sat on the sofas opposite each other and then I could see that she probably wasn’t as young as I thought she was. That was confirmed as we sat talking — and how we talked! I was really taken with her which frightened me. Who wouldn’t want a gorgeous young girl sharing their flat, and she was lovely. Apart from those great eyes her hair was a light copper colour, wavy and fell 6 or 7 inches down her back, and her skin was a clear and untanned except for a few freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was small, probably no more than 5foot 3 but the more I spoke to her I could sense a steely resolve and independence that said she knew just what she wanted and didn’t put up with any mess in her life.
I was thinking that this was too good to be true and also getting frightened that I was really getting the hots for her — something that I really wanted to avoid. However, I should say that as I was over 20 years older (at 46) and slightly greying than her it was unlikely that she would be feeling the same way and she did mention a longish term friend. From that I thought I could keep my loins under control but thought it best that we both have a think about her lodging over night. We made arrangement to speak at 6 the following evening to see whether we both felt that this would be the right move.
From the moment I woke the following day I had the complete jitters – I just wished that I had got her to say she would take the room last night there and then. All day I was clock watching — 6 o’clock couldn’t come soon enough and I just had to pace around trying to keep myself busy. At 6 I phoned and I heard Sarah say hello. I said that I would like to offer her the room and hoped that she would take it — I really tried to stay cool but it’s unlikely that I sounded that way. Thankfully Sarah was as keen on the room as I was about her moving in, she admitted that she’d been feeing quite frantic all day hoping that I would still want her there. Thank god for that I thought.
We arranged her move in on the Saturday 2 weeks later and I agreed to paint the room and also gave me a chance to clear out a load of rubbish as well. When the Saturday came, Sarah was there early on with her boyfriend in tow. His name was Grant and seemed a nice enough lad. I gave them a hand moving boxes and cases into the flat which is up on the 3rd floor. Within half an hour everything was up and I left them to it. I was sat in the lounge catching up on some reading when Grant put his head around the door to say he was leaving and then Sarah came through asking if I could show her where she could put things in the kitchen. We soon sorted that out and then sat in the kitchen drinking a coffee and sorting out rules of the living space.
It became clear as Sarah started to relax as we talked that she had a wicked sense of humour and fun — not too dissimilar to myself. We talked about our lives a bit as well and she talked about her on-off relationship with Grant and that she hadn’t moved in with him because she wasn’t sure if that was what she wanted going forward. I thought that was Grant’s hard luck because the more I saw and heard from Sarah the more I felt myself just falling for. As we were talking I was mesmerised by her small hands as they cradled her coffee mug. Her smooth pale skin was flecked by light golden down which got thicker the further up her arm. At one point as I made the second cup I reached out for the sugar, jokingly Sarah caught my hand in hers to stop me from taking ‘the evil vice’ as she called it, I’m sure I felt an electric shock from her to me as her palm covered my fingers. I think I stopped breathing for that moment and Sarah, sensing that something was up — my temperature certainly was if not the blood pressure in my loins — pulled back coyly concentrated on her coffee as we both composed ourselves.
We split off to do our own thing then a while later she called me from her room asking if she could put up a picture on the wall. I offered to put a nail in an after a bit of hunting found a picture pin and hammer. I stood up on the bed and hit the pin into the wall then reached down to pick up the picture. This was on the bed the other side of Sarah who had sat down at my feet. The bounce of the soft bed however, made me unsteady and I ended up falling towards Sarah. I shot out my hands to stop me hitting her but instead missed the wall and my body slumped down onto hers and my hands were caught under me between our bodies. In particular my right hand was squashed to her chest and for the first time I realised that under the voluminous clothing she had been wearing there was a very nice figure under there, Sarah’s chest were full and firm. Then my face reddened as I remembered that Sarah was there and I wasn’t trying to get off, it may have only been a split second but with my hands resting where they were it felt like ages. I quickly rolled off and started to apologise, I was really embarrassed but then saw that Sarah’s face was creasing into a big grin and then a laugh.
“I’m so sorry — are you OK?”
“Yes of course — a nice way for us to get to know each other better!”
We both ended up laughing and giggling like school children — it had certainly broken the ice between the 2 of us and I realised that my new lodger was one hell of an attractive young lady; I was going to enjoy having her around.
The rest of the week was uneventful as we settled into working routines. Some evenings we would end up sat watching TV together or just chatting over tea or coffee, no more hand touches but I felt that there was a warm feeling between us. I wouldn’t see Sarah in the morning as I was off to work before she rose — Sarah worked at a local Solicitor in town just 15 minutes walk away and there were other times when she curled up in her own room but when we got together I felt like I was building a lovely friendship.
On the Friday evening things started to change and began when I went out to meet up with some friends down at the local pub. We’d had a few pints and had planned to go off to a local club that stayed open late, then a few friends dropped out of that trip and the remaining few of us decided to call it a night. As it was nearly 12 I crept back to apartment and quietly opened the door not wanting to waken Sarah. However, I could see that the night was on in the lounge and some small noises coming from there. I thought it was the TV and gently pushed the door open. I stopped in my tracks at that point and stopped the door opening further than a crack. I could see into the lounge and saw Sarah with Grant on the sofa. Sarah was laid back, her top open and her eyes closed. Grant had his back to me and was kneeling down between her legs. The quiet noise I could hear was Sarah emitting a gurgle of pleasure and Grant was lapping and humming — it didn’t take a huge amount of imagination to work out what he was doing and clearly Sarah was in raptures of delight. Her hands covered her breasts but I could see her nipples every so often pointing hard up to the ceiling. There was something else very hard as well between my legs and as I stood there totally engrossed in the vision in front of me my hand stroked my hardness down the front of my trousers. At that point I heard Sarah’s groans grow in volume and her breathing quicken. As she came in heavy pants I moved back from the door closing it to and then quietly crossed the hallway to my room. I lay back on my bed and visions of what I had just seen swirled through my mind. My cock stayed hard and I released it from my trousers. Pre-cum flowed from it’s tip and I rubbed it into the head, the feeling grew and then as I grabbed the hard pulsing erection and rapidly pumped until the deep down feeling of an eruption starting came. If I had wanted to I couldn’t have stopped it and seed spurted out up my chest and created a hot pool on my stomach. After a quick clean up I lay there and dozed.
I awoke with pressure in my bladder, I wasn’t aware of the time but I could hear no noise, to start with. Then I could hear some scuffling in the kitchen. I opened my bedroom door and a faint light came from the entrance to the kitchen. I peered into the room and saw Sarah there looking into the fridge. She stood to the side but her head turned away. With the light from the fridge behind her, her body was illuminated through the thin nightshirt she wore. Most noticeable were her breasts; they stood out proud and beautifully firm, through her shirt they were clearly visible and once again I could see the nipple of the nearest chest, the aureole covering the peak and the nipple stood proud again — I guess from the chill out of the fridge cabinet, I could feel my mouth fall open as I just stared.
Sarah must have sensed my presence since she turned to look back at the door. On seeing me she jumped dropping a carton of butter. Fortunately, in the split second of her turning I’d managed to change my stance, so that I didn’t look like the voyeur (but inside was starting to feel like).
“Oh my god! Christ you made me jump!”
“I’m sorry …I was on the way to the bathroom when I saw the light from the kitchen” I stumbled.
“I didn’t know you were in and after Grant left a while ago I thought I was alone here.”
“I crept in a little while ago — I didn’t want to disturb you ….Did you have a good evening?”
“Yes …good…how about you?”
“Yeah not bad… Hey I need that loo.”
With that I was off and by the time I came out Sarah was back in her room. The picture of those lovely breasts stayed in her mind and kept me awake for nearly an hour before I drifted off.
The following morning I rose late but Sarah came out of her room as I sorted out a breakfast. I assumed I had woken her.
“I sorry of I woke you.”
“No …it’s OK I was already awake — I needed to get up…. I’m meeting Grant for lunch.”
We chatted for a while, I noticed that she wore a dressing gown over her nightshirt this time. Had she been embarrassed that I’d caught her as I did last night, I couldn’t be sure? It turned out that Sarah was preoccupied, Grant had said that there was something he wanted to talk with her about and she was unsure about the content. Obviously her mind was rolling over and over the possibilities, her mind certainly wasn’t on the breakfast.
I decided to leave her to her thoughts and wandered off to shower. As I lathered I felt my body reacting to the sights I had seen and were now rolling about in my mind. I started to stiffen and I focused my thoughts on the image of Sarah with her head thrown back as she lay across the settee with Grant between her legs and the sounds of pleasure rattled around my head again. I built up the lather around my groin and my hand moved up and down my shaft, rolling back the foreskin and with each touch my cock head grew prouder and fiercer. As I saw Sarah, in my mind, arch her back and heard her cries of joy catch in her throat my sensations grew, the release button was pushed and sperm flew, pulse after pulse and then flowed over my hand. I rested under the water jets keeping them aimed at my neck and back gradually allowing my body to return to a more even calmer, state. If nothing more, Sarah had certainly added to my fantasy list, I had just had two of the best self-induced orgasms for a long, long while — something that was invigorating and left me with a bounce in my step for the rest of the day.
I didn’t see much more of Sarah for the rest of the weekend. All day Sunday I was out with friends, finishing up with a lazy drink down by the canal. I was in a good mood when I got home about 7 that evening. I was busy pressing my suit ready for work the next day when Sarah come in — she quickly called hello in to the room and then disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out she walked into the lounge and slumped onto the settee across from me. I could see that she had been crying, her eyes were red and her cheeks were far pinker than normal.
“Can I get you a drink of something? Tea, coffee …. Or something stronger?”
“I think something stronger …please.”
I had a bottle of white wine open in the fridge and poured out a couple of glasses.
“Thanks.”
I smiled, a smile of sympathy and I hope compassion, but said no more. I didn’t want to pry and if Sarah had something to say then I wanted her to say it in her own time. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Grant and I have split up …. He’s been offered a job in the States, New York …he leaves in a week’s time….”
“Oh … it that what he wanted to talk with you about yesterday?” Sarah nodded.
“I knew that he had been looking at these jobs but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly … if at all!”
“I know that you didn’t have plans to live together here but could you have considered that and moved with him?”
“I don’t think that was ever a real option and Grant clearly saw this as a new stage in his life …life after me,” with that the tears rolled down her pink cheeks. I had a clean hanky that I’d just ironed and passed it over to her. I sat down on the settee next to her.
“It has been a shock,” she murmured, “but I did see it coming. We’ve never been that close…we’d just fall together sometimes. It just means I’ll have to stop being so lazy, I can’t rely on him so I need to get out and about more.”
“Do you have other friends around here?” I knew that she’d moved from quite a distance away.
“Not really … only those at work.”
“Well you’re more than welcome to mix in with the group I hang around with — although you might find us a load of old fogies.”
With that Sarah leant over and rested her head on my shoulder.
“I don’t mind fogies … and I love oldies… thanks for listening. Thanks for being here …thanks for taking me in here.”
“The feeling’s mutual — I love having you here.” I reached up and cupped her face in my hand feeling the hot skin wet with tears. With that she turned her head and kissed me gently on the cheek. Then she was off to bed and left me alone in the lounge. I wonder how much she really likes oldies — I thought.
Through the week Sarah’s mood lifted and by Thursday she was as bright and happy as when she had first moved in. I invited her out with my crowd for the Friday evening. She asked what she should wear.
“Well the guys in the group are all dirty old men … apart from me of course .. so if you want to impress them .. as little as possible. But for the girls in the group you’d better make yourself look as unattractive as possible … very difficult I know … and completely cover up. Does that help?” Sarah smiled, “Ok just wear your jeans and stuff.”
“Stuff!! I don’t have any ‘stuff’.”
“Well whatever you have you look great in so just wear what ever you like … my friends will bowled over by you if you turn up just a sack or just your nightshirt.”
“Hmm, shall I wear that then? Is that what you want me to wear?” Sarah was looking at me with a fake coy look but it got me flustered, I don’t know why I had mentioned the nightshirt – it had just come out. I tried to recover the situation.
“Like I said I think you look great in anything, you looked great in you nightshirt too the other night.”
“Did you mind me being in just that light little thing in the kitchen?”
“No of course not .. you can wear it whenever you like, or wherever.. even down the pub!”
“Well perhaps not down the pub but if you don’t mind, I hate wearing dressing gowns.”
“Don’t you like mine then?”
“It’s OK as long as you don’t ask me to wear it. Don’t you wear it just for me either, I don’t want you to feel stuffed up in your own home just because I’m around.” I smiled, little did she know that I normally sleep in the buff and before Sarah moved in had wandered around the flat like that at times. I didn’t think I should go that far.. not yet anyway!
“Anyway, we’re meeting down at The Fox in the High Street at 8 tomorrow so you don’t have long to decide. Being straight for a minute, don’t worry about the guys they’ll love you whatever.”
With that we dropped the subject and ended up engrossed in a TV drama. As it finished Sarah was up and off to her bedroom. A moment later she was back — just wearing her night shirt!
“You said you don’t mind!” and with that she gave me twirl. The shirt swung around rising higher showing off her legs to the full. I just loved the paleness of her skin, alabaster look I think you’d call it, and her calves and thighs showed that she kept fit through running or dancing — they had muscular look about them but not with knots of muscles showing. Sarah’s legs were closely shaven below her knees but I could see the glistening of small golden hairs on the inside of her thighs.
“I don’t mind, I definitely don’t mind.” With that she disappeared into the bathroom leaving me to savour the picture of her legs in my mind. Sarah’s skin colouring is very pale which is something I love. To see the length of her legs with their clear translucent look was a joy and I could feel myself rising. This was becoming very interesting.
The next evening we managed to get down to the pub in time and met up with 7 of my friends. We were particularly rowdy that evening and a lot of it was due to Sarah — certain people showing off to her and she, in turn, responding loudly whilst enjoying probably too many drinks. Eventually I thought we ought to go or I’d have been carrying her and by about 11 we were home.
“Do you want a drink of anything?” I asked, I poured myself a whisky and sat down to watch the end of a film on the TV.
“No, I’m fine, I think I’ve had enough.” with that she flopped down on the settee opposite me.
“Thank you for inviting me, I really enjoyed myself.”
“We weren’t too old and fogeyish for you then?”
“I never though they would be, I told you I like old. And you and your friends aren’t really old, just more wise …maybe experienced …just all round more interesting. Like I said – I enjoyed your company.”
“Gosh, you’ll make me blush!” I joked.
“I know better ways to make you blush!”
“Dare I ask like what?”
“You’ll have to wait and see!” she responded with a smile.
Oh-oh I thought, where is this going? Sarah was certainly coming out of the shell she had subsided into after the episode with Liam. I could feel things becoming tighter in the trouser department and I subconsciously shifted to loosen things up. Sarah noticed and I could see a smirk rising on her pretty face.
At that point Sarah stood and walked out to her room. A couple of minutes later she returned in just her night shirt. It was one I hadn’t seen before, a little longer than others I had seen her in and was white with the words ‘The Fantastic Fogies’ across the front. Sarah sat down opposite me with her legs curled up under her. I just loved her legs and I couldn’t help but stare at them, almost as if I expected her night shirt to ride right up giving me a view of her thighs and pubes just through the effect of my stare.
“Do you like my new nightshirt?” she asked. “I had it done just for you.”
I recovered slightly, smiled and nodded.
“What about the words — cool eh?” At that she thrust her chest forward to that the twin peaks were tenting out at the front. The words were just above the level of her nipples which were clearly standing out proudly, pushing through the soft cotton material.
“What words?” I jokingly responded and instead looked straight at her nipples. I did it to show that she couldn’t embarrass me, something she was clearly trying to do. In response Sarah stood up in front of me, leaning forward so that her chest was just inches away from my nose, and started to jiggle her wares from side to side.
“These here.”
“Oh yes — I love those ‘words’.”
I was really getting flustered now. This was one really beautiful girl who was making me hornier than I’d ever been and my reply to her was difficult to get out. As she moved from side to side she stepped back a pace and then raised her arms into the air until they were gripped above her head. This caused the full length of legs to be on show and the flapping of the nightshirt every so often exposed a glimpse of light golden hair, hair from further up her legs than I had seen the previous evening. If I’m not mistaken I was having my first glimpse of Sarah’s pubic bush, she obviously was not a big shaver.
Then Sarah turned and lowered her arms. She faced away from me and started to step towards the door. I thought the show was over, but then almost as a last thought she looked over her shoulder at me with the wickedest of smiles. She then grasped the bottom of her nightie and threw it up over her back revealing the most delicious pair of cheeks I’d ever seen, so pert and with her pale skin they shimmered under the lounge lights. A quick as it had happened Sarah was off on her heels out of the room and then I heard her bedroom door slam shut.
I was hot and excited, my snake was trying to force itself out of my trousers and my blood was pumping in my head making my cheeks burn. I felt I had to cool down and aside from getting out for a walk a shower seemed the best option..
I quickly peeled off in the bathroom throwing my clothes into a heap in the corner. I set the shower at cool rather than cold and climbed in. I gradually found my temperature return to normal and so put the heat up. I grabbed the shower gel and filled my palm with it. I built up a lather over my body and especially between my legs around my balls, over my stomach and over my sensitive cock When I had stripped off I had noticed what a huge amount of pre cum I’d created and even after several minutes of showering I still had it dripping from me. Even in less intense and erotic situations I could flood out my boxers and tonight was an extreme.
With the soap as well as the pre-cum I stroked across my sensitive cock head. My reaction was almost instantaneous and I felt the lovely growth in my hands with a demand for more friction. I turned off the shower to stop the soap being washed away and completely disappearing although I didn’t really need it any more, I had all the lubrication I needed and I slowly worked up and down, I had the picture of Sarah right at the front of my mind and I was enjoying holding that moment.
My eyes closed and I worked away, then I became aware of movement in the room. Stood looking at me was Sarah. How do you have a look of shock and a smile on your face at the same time — somehow she did it.
“I need the loo … I’m bursting. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were in here.” Of course with the shower off I was quiet, but Oh God how did I forget to lock the door?
I struggled to cover myself but I had been well and truly caught, Sarah had seen everything.
“Don’t worry about me. You just carry on as if I wasn’t here.” Sarah cooed. Although her cheeks were reddening slightly it wasn’t half as much as mine were. “You don’t mind if I wee whilst you’re here do you? You can look the other way if you want – or not — I don’t mind!”
Without waiting for any response from me Sarah pulled up her nightshirt and slipped down onto the toilet seat. I had the quickest glimpse of those golden pubes, enough to see that they weren’t shaven but the lightness of the hair gave that almost invisible look. It was enough to make my body tremble, I’d held my breath without realising and quickly had to gasp air in and in that instance I came so close to an orgasm. Sarah had been looking down to the floor since sitting but now turned to look towards me.
“I assume that I’m the cause of that?” she said looking directly at my erection.
“Yes.” I answered hoarsely.
“Will you carry on? …. Please? … It’s so sexy to see what effect I’ve had — I want to see you cum…please….”
I recovered myself somewhat, the embarrassment factor was starting to go as I realised that my state was not frowned on, in fact Sarah was clearly enjoying my reaction to her and her body. I felt strong enough now to also make a demand.
“Turn your body this way more and open you legs — I want to see you pee.”
With that I started to move my hand up and down my shaft. Sarah did as I asked, also pulling her shirt up higher to just below her chest. At that moment her flood gates opened and a jet of water hit the side of the bowl. She leaned back slightly and her hands rested just at the base of her belly and inside the tope of her thighs, pulling to the side so that point where it came from her body was now more in view, her puffy pubis has slightly parted so that the lips too had given enough space for her urethra to have clearance. Droplets of her waters hung to her golden hair and I could make out the mound of her clitoris with the bright pink button glancing out at the bottom.
I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I could feel Sarah’s gaze fixed on me and it made me harder that I’ve ever known before. The precum was pouring from me and I caught it every few strokes to wipe over my tumescent purple head. Then the feeling came from deep down that this was it and it travelled up fast, catching my breath and then it flew. The first landed high onto the wall tiles above Sarah, the next hit her on her shirt just under the word … and then the third hit her right hand.
As the remaining drops fell into the shower, Sarah lifted her hand to her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to lick at the seed. It stuck to the pink snake as it disappeared back into her mouth. Sarah’s face was one big smile, although a very red face as well.
“Wow,” she mouthed “that was just so sexy, I could cum right now!”
“Go on then — I want to see…… please.” I added the last part as a teasing smile came on her face. I had expected her hands to travel down to her hot pussy but instead she grasped the bottom of her nightie and tugged it off over her head. For the first time I saw her breasts unfettered and in all their glory. Sarah is probably a C cup — not large — but they had a firmness I wasn’t used to so close up. They stood out proud and the nipples pointed out in a crimson colour against the milkiness of her skin. I could tell Sarah was proud of her assets and I made no secret of my agreement as well. My cock, which had deflated after its earlier exertions was quickly gaining stature again rising gracefully, filling out and the foreskin opening up to expose a swelling head.
Sarah stroked her lovely mounds between her palms and then pulled at each of the nipples causing them to swell even more. She groaned in delight at the sensual waves travelled through her. She then moved her right hand down to her cleft, slowly her elegant fingers washed over pale skin and knitted themselves through the golden thatch, to then flow over the clitoral mound. Sarah leant back further and parted her legs as far as was possible where she sat on the toilet seat. In response I lowered myself down almost level with her knees. My gaze up to her beautiful pussy included the view of her thigh and I gasped at the sight of the light wispy golden hair on a trail up the inside of her leg meeting with the slightly denser and longer hair covering her pudendum. I had to touch; my hand stole forward and brushed up the inside of the thigh.
Sarah continued in her forage and from where I was crouched I watched as her fingers delved into folds, pink with the flowing heat through her body. Her index and middle finger spread her labia and the clitoral bud stared back at me. In fact it was no longer a bud, it jutted proudly out, the size of a large peanut, demanding attention. Sarah ignored it and instead her middle finger slid down and then curled up into the love tunnel. She clearly found her g-spot quickly as her whole body tensed. Her finger continued to move and stroke up inside, then she brought her left hand, which had been kneading at her breasts, down to flicker onto her bud. Two fingers rolled over it and gradually stroked harder, all the time her right hand moved by the entrance to her vagina, the finger still hitting her sensitive skin.
I looked up at Sarah’s face to watch her delight as her fingers stoked her fire below. Her eyes were on me, at times just half slits but I felt I was looking deep into her soul. She gulped and groaned all in one breath, she was there. A louder groan came from her lips and I could feel her fingers moving more urgently, in particular her left hand danced like crazy at the top of her labia and over her bud, strumming it like a guitar string. Then the gasp came, all movement stopped and she arched her back.
“Oh fuck yes!” she cried, or at least they were the words, they were in reality strangled as she gasped for breath and as the sensations of organisms launched their way up her body. From my position I could see her whole pussy pulsing as if it were trying to swallow her whole hand. Sarah brought her legs tightly together as if she was trying to control the demon she’d just released, but I could still see the spasms around her fingers.
After a time Sarah came back to semi reality, the waves had subsided and she looked at me with a tired but ecstatic smile.
“Oh my God! Never ever, ever have I come so hard — look what you’ve done to me.” she said as she looked down her body and pulled her hands up and crossed over to the sides of her body as if to hug herself. “Looks like I’ve done something to you as well!” when she saw my hardness. I slowly stood and then reached out for her. I pulled Sarah up into an embrace gathering her in my arms and then as we looked at each other our lips locked and I felt her tongues stroking the tip of mine.
“Put the shower on.” she asked. We stood for a few moments letting the water bounce over us and refresh us while our tongues continued to explore. Then I felt Sarah’s hand moving between us and it took hold of my hardening cock. It didn’t move but I could feel the blood pulse beat where she held me. My only decision then was could I get us both out of the bath to the bedroom in time or did we join up there. I think the Sarah saw my thoughts going through my brain.
“I want you here.” she said.
I reached to hold her under her arm pits and lifted her up. Her arms locked around my shoulders and her legs wrapped around my back like twine. I had to take this opportunity to grasp both of her cheeks in my hands and let the tips of my fingers graze into her anal flower and along the crevice up to her soppy wet hole. I touched it for a moment enjoying the heat and the slickness but I knew there was something else that would enjoy it far more. My cock was being pushed down by Sarah’s body and so I needed to lift her up and then slide down onto my pole. Sarah managed to raise herself enough for me to position my swollen head at the entrance of her hot canal. As she came down I slid into her filling her up and she gasped as we hit bottom. We were both so wet we really did slide in the most awesome way.
Luckily Sarah was relatively light and I was happy to hold her there for a moment, to allow us to get used to the new feeling. I grasped my hands under her cheeks and leant back onto the wall. The water continued to splash down on us and my whole body was a mass of sensation. Sarah started to flex her pelvic muscles at this point and a by-product of that was that her clit rubbed around on my pelvic bone. The pleasure she got from started her to move more and the groans started to move up from her stomach. With those groans vibrating into my mouth I took it as a cue to lift her up slightly then dropped her back down, the feeling on the head of my penis was incredible and added to that I could feel the walls of her canal fluttering and grasping at my hard cock as it moved. I lifted her again this time until I was almost all the way out then let her slide back down. Sarah controlled the speed of her fall partly by her canal muscles, I could feel them grabbing at my cock like brake pads on the disk and where it closed further up my cock head sliced up like a knife. As the muscles folded over my rim I felt a flow of pleasure. I brought her up again and this time Sarah rocked hips by tightening her legs. It pushed her up away from me and then the reverse allowed her to slide back down. In this way we gradually got our movements into a rhythm and as we felt the other shake with pleasure at a certain point we made sure that was repeated on the next cycle. Initially our movements were slow but within a few minutes the speed of the withdrawal and re-entry was getting more frantic. Although still a smooth movement our breathing was more ragged and each pull out brought a moan from Sarah, each thrust in brought a long groan from both of us.
I could feel Sarah trying to catch her button on my pelvic bone so I for a moment I pulled her hips harder against me and worked her around in small circles. I could feel the hard button squashed between our bodies and the Sarah was gasping for air. Then her body started to shake, her orgasm started to run through her. With that I grabbed at her cheeks and pumped her whole body up and down on mine. My thighs and arms were screaming at me that they were tired but I closed my mind to that feeling, there were far better ones grabbing me deep down between my legs and that grew and grew as I moved up and down into Sarah’s vagina. Her own orgasm grew as well and she was no longer able to support her self properly. Then my steam train came racing out of the station careering through the tunnel to explode up into the caverns of Sarah’s soft, hot body. Her body still convulsed with pleasure and as I pumped deep into her contractions grabbed at my cock and grasped at the stream of seed.
We slid down onto the floor with our bodies connected deeply. Our lips came together again and we looked into each others eyes.
“Oh my god!” was all we could say.
We eventually managed to get to my bed and fell asleep wrapped in each others arms. I woke during the night to find that Sarah had turned and we were now spooned together. My cock was pressed up her vaginal valley, her lips curled over it and I could feel the heat of her body spreading down into me , through my groin and giving me a beautiful warm feeling as I drifted back to sleep. Early morning I was gently wakened by a hand moving around between my legs weighing up my testes and then folding around my cock moving back and forth. I could feel the blood starting to course into my member and as it swelled it pushed out from Sarah’s palm as it gained length and girth. I was looking down at Sarah now. She had slid down level with my hips and watched wide eyed as my body reacted to her touch. Then she leant forward and ran the tip of her tongue around the sensitive rim of my cock. My cock jumped with a start, then it was engulfed between her lips. She took a couple of inches into her mouth and I shivered as she ran her teeth along the veins that were filling along my length. Then applying suction Sarah moved her head up and down on my cock. It made me hard, I felt like I had a steel rod between my legs but I wanted something else and it didn’t include cumming in Sarah’s mouth. I reached down and pushed her by her shoulders onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. Two can play that game I thought.
I just had to stop for a second to take in the view to see the pale skin beneath the golden curls. Her mound looked sealed like a clam except for half way down one of her little flaps peeped out. As I pushed her legs further apart so the flower opened revealing the pinkness between the lips and the darkness at the entrance to her vaginal tunnel. I leant forward and ran my tongue up and then down this sexual valley. Sarah shivered above me. I ran the tip of my tongue out side her labia and over the clitoral hood and then back again. I caught her lips between my teeth playfully nipping them then went back with my tongue.
Sarah’s breathing was becoming more pronounced and he head was tilting back, eyes closed. I placed my middle finger at the entrance of her canal and gently slid in. I listened for Sarah to react as I touch her most sensitive point and it came quickly. A sharp intake of breathe and a murmur, or perhaps more like cats meow, gave me the point and I left my finger nudging backwards and forwards over this point. I returned with my tongue concentrating on washing over her hood. By now the bud had grown to its impressive size and I licked over and around it. Sarah now was moving her hips pushing upwards against my finger and tongue.
‘Oh yes, yes …ooooh yes!” she purred.
Then I felt her movement become ragged but forceful.
“Oh, oh ahhh, I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, oh!”
At that point her body movements stiffened and I felt the moisture level around my fingers rise and the orgasm rippled through her canal. I had stopped my movement and we held it there for a moment.
As Sarah’s breathing returned to normal her eyes opened and looked down at me.
“Now I want you in me.” A statement I wasn’t going to refuse.
I lay back up the bed and she moved towards me, pushing me onto my back she slid up my body, licking and probing me with her tongue. Eventually we came face to face and our mouths met sensually together. Then she reached behind her, taking hold of my engorged cock and guiding to the entrance of her pussy. Then slid back engulfing my sturdy rod, taking it all the way until our pubic bones clashed together. For a while she held it there moving gently sometimes up and down and other times in circles. I used the moment to explore her back running my fingers up the ridges of her spine and down to her coccyx. The skin was smooth and tight.
Gradually Sarah raised the pace pushing her body up so that she was sitting on me. Looking down my body I could see my cock embedded indo her pale body. As Sarah moved up I could see the moisture from our bodies as a slick on my hot tool, then my erection would disappear into her body again. The feeling was fantastic and now I could reach up and touch her beautiful breasts. My fingers played over them, circling the nipples, and then kneading them, tugging them so they stood harder than I’d seen them before.
Sarah, for her part, had a look of ecstasy on her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes closed. At that point she started to bounce from her knees, speeding up the pace and increasing the friction between pussy and cock. I wasn’t far off releasing my load.
“I’m nearly there,” I whispered.
“Me too …but I want you on top.”
In a sleek movement Sarah flattened herself out onto me managing to keep her pussy deeply impaled on my cock, and then we rolled. Luckily the bed was wide enough — that was something I would never skimp on, I always had to have a king-size.
Now I was on her and raising myself up on my arms I started to pump, coming out as far as I could and then in until we ground together. Sarah brought her legs up and crossed over my back and we slid together. Now we both started to groan as our orgasms mounted, I couldn’t stop now and my movement became a bit erratic. In a final piece of concentration I managed to pick up on Sarah’s rhythm and then picked the pace and force of my push. Each push was shorter and as our bodies met I ground onto her clitoris. Finally I exploded into her holding my self hard against her. My cock pulsed and pulsed, when I got to the third Sarah joined me in release, crying out and holding me as still as she could so that I could feel the waves of her orgasm flowing into me.
That was the first time that Sarah and I really got together and the first of many gorgeous couplings. She was a joy to have in the flat and we even discarded all pretence of covering up as we moved around the rooms. That led to some quick encounters especially if she made the mistake of bending over exposing those delicious cheeks and the puffy mound of her pussy. However, we both realised that with the age gap it wasn’t ever going to be a long term relationship. In the end Sarah moved back to her home town with the offer of a better job, but that wasn’t before she introduced me to Sheri, a very different sort of girl — but that’s for another story.