My last story was pure fantasy and for those of you who have followed Peter, Sharon and their extended family I would like to thank you for your encouraging comments and appreciation. Please keep them coming it helps me tailor the stories to your tastes.
This story however, is another true tale. For the obvious reason of making the thing readable, I've truncated the time line slightly and used a little poetic licence to make the scenes more exciting, but essentially what happened in this story is very much real and still provides me with plenty of wank thoughts all these years later.
So let me set the scene.....
The year is 1989. I had recently moved house as the previous one was way too big for a newly divorced late twenties guy on his own. The time was the period between Christmas and New Year a dead spot, especially back then when money was tight as the country reeled from crazy interest rates.
I met my girlfriend that late summer. Lynn's was a force of nature. She had recently returned from the USA where she had been a nanny to an ex-pat British family. She was full of confidence and loud, god was she loud, but she was funny and charming and I had fallen madly in love with her. Lynn was 19 to my 29.
I knew from the start she was too young, but she genuinely loved guys older than herself. Physically she was stunning. She stood five feet eight inches tall and a size 10/12. Anyone who met her was immediately drawn to her incredible head of long curly mid-brown hair that tumbled in a riot of waves over her shoulders and framed a pretty face with generous cupid bow lips and twinkling green eyes.
Perhaps the most obvious thing about Lynn was her tits, a massive 34EE that reminded me of a dead heat in a Zeppelin race. She had a narrow waist, flared hips and long, I mean long, legs. The only thing that spoilt her was her voice. She was loud and raucous and spoke at a million miles an hour with a strong Manchester accent.
Story apart, I've bumped into her a number of times over the last forty five years or so and apart from getting older, she hasn't changed one bit. She is still the same loud ditzy girl she always was despite being as smart as a Saville Row suit.
Anyway back to the story. We had met in my local pub, where at the time she was working as a barmaid. We had got chatting a couple of times and as all the fellas, both single and married, were trying to get into her pants, I thought I had no chance. That was until one afternoon when she finished work as the pubs still closed at three then, and announced she was going to walk down the lane with me as she lived just near where I did.
We set off and she linked me. The conversation flowed easily, and too soon we arrived at my garden gate.
"Well this is me," I said.
"Well that's rude, you could invite me in for a coffee," she mockingly scowled in return.
"Lynns, would you like a coffee?" I sniggered back.
"You know, I'd lurvvve a coffee." she smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
We went in my house and I put the kettle on and went to find Lynns.
I found her wandering around my lounge, picking things up and looking at them then carefully placing them down. She then stood in front of the full width French doors that opened onto the sunken patio and back garden. "You have a lovely house," she said, "You must have a good job?"
"I do," I replied a bit surprised at her directness. I was to learn that was Lynn. She had a thought and it by-passed the usual control centres in her brain and came straight out of her mouth. It was one of her most endearing qualities and also one of her most maddening faults.
"I'll go get that coffee," I said and left her framed by the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows causing her hair to turn into a flaming mane of fire.
I returned with two mugs of coffee and I sat in one of the big oversized armchairs. Lynn with not one hint of self consciousness walked over to me and sat sideways on my lap. I took a deep breath at the boldness of her.
"Comfy?" I asked.
"Hmmmm, yes thanks," she said with a cheeky grin, "You're not complaining are you?"
"No, no, not at all. It's well just a bit.... unexpected?"
"You invited me in for a 'coffee', what else did you think would happen?" she mused, bending her head to look under my eyelashes.
"Well I didn't think we would get to second base so quickly," I replied, "but I'm not complaining one little bit. It's been a few months since I had a woman here, well not since I kicked the wife out last year, so guess I'm a little out of practice." (I left out the number of people I'd seen at their houses though, so not entirely a lie).
"Well, we had best get you back into lessons hadn't we? As there is only you and me here and I'm horny as fuck, why don't we make a start?"
With that she took my coffee mug off me and put it on the side table, then taking my face in both hands kissed me with her soft, full, cupid lips.
It was a gentle lips only kiss, but the one that followed was anything but. As she came for a second kiss, I reached up behind her head and drew her onto my open mouth and snaked my tongue into hers. She sighed as if to say, 'that's better'. I put every trick I knew into the next few minutes, swirling the tip of my tongue on hers, gently biting her lips, licking the inside of her top lip, sucking on her tongue.
She broke away and said "Jesus where did you learn to kiss like that?" Diving back in for more.
I ran my hand up her back and then down to her peach of an arse taking her buttock in my palm and squeezing it gently. I continued my hand down her thigh and as far down her leg as I could reach, before using just my finger tips to trail patterns over her tight three quarter pants and back up her outer thigh.
Her hand trailed over my chest as she felt my muscles under my shirt. I'm not massive, but I did inherit my father's barrel chest. I had a denim shirt on that press-studs instead of buttons and she took great delight in popping three of them open so that she could palm my bare skin covered in a light mat of hair.
Lynn sighed and uncrossed her legs spreading her thighs slightly, just enough to create a gap and an open invitation. That was an invitation I couldn't ignore and still kissing passionately, I slipped my hand up her inner thigh until I found her secret place at the top in the gap between the gates to heaven.
Lynn moaned gently as I applied pressure to her mound. I could feel the heat of her, through her Capri pants. I gently worked my way to the button holding the waistband closed and deftly undid it. She sighed again indicating that I should continue.
By now Lynn had my nipple hard between her fingers and was pinching and rolling it causing me to moan softly. "You like?" she whispered.
"Huh-huh," I replied. "Very much yes."
"Thought so," she said around a mouthful of tongue. "I love mine played with too."
I took the hint and pushed up her dark blue T shirt to find what I already suspected that she had no bra on. Her nipples were flat, always were. They were, however, amazingly responsive and as I touched them they started to harden and rise like bullets from her chest.
"Oh god that feels good," she moaned as I took one in my mouth. I suckled her, licked and kissed the hot flesh of her solid breast. Her head drop forward as she rested her forehead on the top of my head. "Oh fuck, I've not had them sucked for months and the last time was a girl."
I broke away and exclaimed, "What? Say that again."
"I said the last person to suck my tits was my girlfriend. We did it for a bet in a club in town to win a cocktail each. A girl can't have too many pornstars can she?"
"Wow!!!" I gasped, "You bi then?"
It was clumsy I know, but luckily Lynns was an open book.
"A little I guess. Are any of us completely straight. I don't know many girls who are," she observed.
"Mmmmm, think you and I could have some fun Lynn. Oh and the answer to your next question is yes, I am."
"Oooooh now that sounds interesting," she replied and lunged back in to kiss me again.
WE didn't have full sex that afternoon as she wasn't on the pill and I had no condoms, hated the things and still do today. We did everything else we could though.
I had slipped my hand in her pants and massaged her clit until she came noisily, she never did anything quietly, flooding my hand with her juices. She called me a dirty bastard as I licked my hand clean, but with a big grin on her face.
She sucked me off, not once but twice and fingered my arse, which I absolutely loved, the first girl ever to do so.
After an hour and a half of mutual masturbation and two cold coffees later we stood inside my front door kissing good bye.
"Do I take it this means a repeat date is on the cards then?" I asked.
"Oh yes Peter, most definitely. We can't leave it there and I want that cock inside me next time. I need to go to the doctor's and get put on the pill. Before then though, be a love and bye some condoms."
"A bit early I know, but am I ok assuming we are now an item?" I asked warily.
"Finger fuck me like that again and I'll let you know." She giggled.
I slapped her arse and she shivered in mock surprise. "Peter, you know your way around a woman's body, not like a lot of these round here. I'll give you a chance and let's see how it goes, OK?" She said.
With one final kiss she was gone and all I had was a phone number, a promise to meet in the pub on the Friday night and a semi, which I took in hand leaning against the door and beat until I sprayed my cum all over the floor.
And that was just the start. Several months went by until the evening between Christmas and New Year that I picked her up from her work in central Manchester and putting the car in gear headed off for the motorway and one of the best nights of my life. |
