After I graduated I rented a room from a gruff house builder called Jimmy. He was a good guy was Jimmy, in his mid-30s. Despite his relatively young age he'd been working 20 years already. Early on as a kid he never finished school and he was too temperamental to handle for any of the bosses at the jobs he did, so he set out on his own. By 19 he had his own small company employing high school drop-outs to clear hard rubble from building sites. By 21 he was employing licensed pros to help expand into roofing, then demolition, then building. With no education but a sense for numbers and a notorious temper for anyone who ripped him off, Jimmy developed a hardworking and honest business that by age 25 allowed him to design, build and own his own home.
As for me, my family lived further up the coast near college, I didn't know too many people in the city. I first rented a room from Jimmy as temporary accommodation while I grunted away in a summer job for his rubble company one college break. Half way through those holidays my father grabbed my bicep and snorted. He said that rather than serve coffee in the local shop, I needed toughening up in hard labor. He saw Jimmy's ad and applied for me. It was the roughest month of my life, I really did learn what hard work was. Jimmy told me straight that I'd gone from a wimp to a good worker over those four weeks and I'd never felt so proud.
A couple of years later we ran into each other in a coffee shop in the city. He was overseeing the fitting of a store next door, I had just come out of a final job interview with a design firm. Perhaps with one eye on his own future interests he offered to put me up until I found my own place in the city. I ended up staying 3 years.
Jimmy never married, but he always had good company, the most important of which was Sara M. Sara was younger, my age. She had small features but was strong. She had long, styled dark brown hair and a beautiful face, kind of Natalie Portman-ish; delicate but not fragile. She had a perceptive cleverness and she was polite with it. There was a look Sara had, as if she knew what you were going to say and do before you did it, but she let you finish anyway, not interrupting. It's fair to say that Sara stood tall, even though she wasn't. It helped that she was happy all the time, not much seemed to get her down. She was a nice person to have around.
Rarely did I see Sara in pants, it was always dresses or skirts. She was sexy in a young-professional-woman sort of way during the week, but on weekends those dresses and skirts were so short that her ass was covered most times by bare wisps of thread. I can't imagine I would have felt comfortable if she was my girl. The way guys stared lustfully at so much inner thigh, me included, I would go stir crazy if she was my girlfriend.
I really don't know how Jimmy and Sara met, she just started turning up more than the other girls until the other ones stopped coming. She stayed over on weekends but on weekdays she was kicked back to her own place. I never quite knew whose rule it was, but I suspect it was mutual. Sara was in a blue chip management consultancy, not long out of their graduate program. She worked as hard as Jimmy.
As for me, I never had too many girls. I wasn't very good at opening lines. I needed someone to introduce me. I needed time to warm up. I usually lost my chance before my charm had started its motor. So when I was able to get onto a date, or into a girl's bed, I had to make it stick. In consequence I spent longer than I should have with some incompatible matches, compromising and procrastinating for fear of being alone. Inevitably the end would come, much later than it should have.
There was one, though. Julie. She was nice. I felt natural around her, I was myself. Her mum let her stay over in my room and it was the first time that sex was a regular part of life for me. Most times Julie was the instigator. It was like my sperm gave her energy, her demand for it almost outstripped supply.
I thought we were going really well but then her dad got sick in Canada. She moved over there to be with him. I tried to keep up the long distance thing, flying over a few times. But we couldn't keep it up. Eventually she drifted into other arms. I rang once on a Sunday morning and heard a sleepy voice behind tell her to get back into bed. She said later she had 'physical needs'. Such is life.
So when the weekend that changed my life rolled around I was well and truly single, and perhaps a little too strung out for good judgement - though it would be more accurate to say I was emotionally starved of female company than I was in need of dropping a physical load. I had the internet, right? In body I could do it myself, but it would have been nice to be with a real woman for once, not imaginary.
At the time the weather was glorious but Jimmy had a rotten summer flu. He was sick in bed, there was no chance he was going to come out of his room. I'd seen him like this before, he was the type to crawl into bed and sleep the sickness off. Even if he needed the bathroom he had his own en-suite in there.
On Friday night Sara had come over straight from work to look after him. Her white shirt and formal skirt were more conservative than normal, but still she looked smoking hot.
After trying her best to play nurse Sara decided to sleep on the sofa to avoid catching Jimmy's flu. She dragged out a spare quilt and came into the living room. I was watching Chef on cable on-demand. I filled her in on the back story of the first 20 minutes, it's not a complicated film.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" she asked, though we both knew it was more her place than mine, she was the one sleeping with the owner.
"Take one of the spare rooms, it would be more comfortable," I suggested politely.
"Nah. I like it here."
I was on the carpet leaning on one of the single sofas as Sara settled in. After a time she started to do stretches and bend-overs sitting on the long sofa. It looked in the light of the TV that she was grimacing.
"Are you okay?"
"My back hurts. I'm not sure if it's just my back or the start of Jimmy's flu."
"Can I help? Get some medicine?"
"No. No, don't worry."
A little while later though she said, "Actually yes". She asked me to come over to her sofa and turn around. "Sit here."
She lightly ran her hand up and down my spine.
"Just rub my back like that. Don't do it hard, guys always push too hard. Just lightly like that. Got it?"
"Yeah", I said, a bit excited. As innocent as it was, laying hands on Sara in any capacity was boner-inducing.
She crawled down and lay face down on the soft clean carpet, her head on her arms folded in front. She closed her eyes. I completely forgot the movie. My only interest in it was the flickering light it gave, showing me the glory of what I was doing with that beautiful woman. That and the funky salsa music.
I ran my hand lightly up and down her spine on the outside of her soft light-blue pyjamas.
"Like that?"
"Yes," she quietly purred. I did it some more, being careful to keep her pyjama top flat and not get caught on the bump of her bra strap. I felt excited yet terrified. What if Jimmy knew I had hands on his woman? I couldn't imagine it would go well, he had a wild temper. Unexpectedly Sara unfolded her hands to reach behind and lift her top up her back until it was bunched under her arms and around her neck. She flicked the clasp on her bra before folding her arms up again and laying her head back on them.
Holy shit.
I was painfully hard. Sara had just given me her naked back to feel up. I tried as hard as I could to massage her the way she wanted, lightly and up and down the middle, but it was difficult to keep restraint. I couldn't help but run my hands around her waist, and over her shoulder blades, under her bunched-up pajamas to the nape of her neck. I squeezed with all the gentleness I could muster and Sara groaned that it felt wonderful.
I didn't completely abandon her aching spine but my departures became wider and longer. I expected I would hit a boundary and be slapped into line but Sara aaahed and writhed at my touch which emboldened me.
I wanted to say 'you feel nice', but didn't. I worried my voice would break the spell. Nice wasn't the right word, anyway. Her body was spectacular; a tiny waist with elegant shoulders and a delicious curve to her back. She was sensually smooth.
"It feels nice," she said and I almost laughed.
I ran my nails down her spine and swung around to her side. I really really wanted to run my hands along the side of her squashed breasts but dared not. Instead I skirted the hem of her pajama bottoms, testing her reaction to pushing the elastic down. Sara's breathing was heavy, almost like she was asleep. She didn't flinch at all to incursions into the borderlands of her pants.
I tried to make it as natural and accidental as I could, sweeping high up her neck then low on her back, my hand in and under the loose elastic. As each sweep made it further inside there could be no mistaking my intention. Sara must have realized what was going on. So I went for it, down into her bottoms looking for her panties.
I didn't find any.
There was no underwear under her pajama bottoms. It wasn't at all what I expected. I accidentally held all her bare ass in my hand. I moved away as quickly as I could without letting on how shocked I was. My heart was racing. If she told Jimmy I felt up the bare skin of her backside...a shiver of fear went down my spine.
"Don't stop," I heard her moan sleepily.
Oh, I thought. Was it really okay? Could I actually do what I just did, again? Or was she setting me up for a beating, for her own twisted pleasure? I instinctively looked at the door to check, even though there was little chance Jimmy could be up.
Taking a big chance, I went back into her pants, stretching them. I did my best to stay gentle as I ran my hands over her small shapely rear and the top of her thighs, still pretending to massage. I made the occasional run along her back and shoulders but I just couldn't stay away from her bottom half for long. It was unbelievable that I was even there with Sara, let alone with hands on her like that.
I ran my fingers lightly down onto the inside of her thigh. I could sense how deliciously close I was to her heat. I went up and down her inside leg, getting higher each time. Without any push-back, I was getting bolder and bolder. I was fondling her ass, not massaging it anymore. I ran my finger down between her legs. I could feel her folds, I had reached her pussy. I felt a hint of wetness, my head spinning.
Sudden movement shocked me away from there. Sara's whole front half lifted, I moved my hand out of her pants and braced for the worst. Surely she was about to rip my head off?
I was stunned to see her lift the blue pajama top off and over her head, and the bra straps down her arms, laying back in the same way as before completely topless. For longer than was cool, I froze. Surely this had to be a sign of permission? I took a big chance; to be wrong may be deadly, but to be right would be heavenly. I pulled at the hem of her bottoms, pulling them down over her ass. Sara lifted her hips to make it easier to drag them away. I went over her knees and her ankles, and off. Wow. I was fully dressed (in sleeping kit) and Jimmy's stunning girlfriend was stark naked face down on our living room floor. In the light of the TV she was everything a woman should be; shapely, clean, sexy. Her perfect naked curves and the sheer beauty of her face in profile reminded me of those artistic porn photos you see, usually in black and white, laying in half-light. Was I actually asleep in front of my computer, dreaming?
I pinched myself. Ouch. It was real.
For the longest time I drank her beauty with my eyes before I dared reach out with my hands, lightly touching everywhere, from her ankles to massaging her head through her hair. But it was all a tease for myself, I had my heart set fiercely on the darkness between those perfect thighs. I couldn't help it. All my touch was circling toward there. When I again ran my finger at the very top of her inside thighs, they parted ever so slightly.
I gasped when I felt her pussy properly. Not just because it was leaking wet, or that it was hot and soft. What shocked me to the touch was Sara was completely and utterly bare. I had no idea. I hadn't even dreamed such a thing. I cupped her mound. She had completely shaved her pussy, as smooth as the rest of her. I almost came in my pants, fighting to hold my sperm inside.
I dipped a finger inside her. There was little resistance. Sara's arms stretched out in front of her and she groaned. I twisted and flicked her insides and she gripped the carpet and shook. I put a second and third finger in and wiggled, searching and learning the shape and size of her insides. It was tight in there, but not so much that it was uncomfortable; she could stretch to fit me. After a period of consolidation I used those fingers to fuck her like I would with my cock. She lifted her hips to give better entry.
This time I would say it, "Sara you've got a great cunt."
She turned back to look at me. A hand went to my thigh, then to my cock on the outside of my pants. I knew it was wrong but my hormones had taken over. Forgive me Jimmy, I thought, as I pulled them down and placed her hand onto my raw penis. I fingered her as she tugged me. I flipped her over to see that bare mound and tits for the first time with my own eyes.
"Oh, shit," I couldn't help but say. How could someone so beautiful, with such a dynamite ass and pussy, also have such splendid tits? It wasn't fair to other girls. They weren't big but they stood straight up even though she was on her back. I wanted to ask if they were natural, but didn't.
There was no messing around. Sara shuffled over and positioned herself in front of me, on her back with her thighs open. It was an invitation, one that said 'quick, before I change my mind'. She literally reached out for my cock and pulled it to her hole, rubbing me up and down herself to get wet, then pulling my hips to hers. Her mouth was open and her eyes pierced mine. She gasped as my cock pushed her open. Her head went back as I hit full depth. She reached up to scramble my top over my head so we were both naked.
"I like it naked," she panted as I slid in and out.
She didn't say how to have sex with her, but her eyes told me to do what I could.
What an experience. Apart from the sheer beauty and sexuality of the spectacular nude beneath me, it was completely and outrageously wrong. Sara was Jimmy's steady. They'd been together for almost two years. I'd known them all of that time. The fact that this was the first time I'd seen those breasts or had any idea she was shaved is a true indication of the intimacy we'd shared over those two years - absolutely none. Yet there I was with my bare cock in her bare pussy, fucking like high school kids on the living room floor.
I wanted to talk. I wanted to say how amazed I was to be inside someone so beautiful. I wanted to ask if she was sure she wanted to do this? Wouldn't she feel guilty later? How could we face Jimmy after doing this? But I said nothing. I leaned down to latch my mouth on those stunning breasts. How could they be so tight? I could feel her cunt slide and slop and fill with air as I pumped it. Her nails dug into my ass. We flipped and she rode me, her hips as enthusiastic as any girl I'd known. Who knew Sara would respond so amazingly to cock? It was a huge surprise.
She pressed her tits to my chest and kissed like she was pashing me, pushing into my jaw and invading with her tongue. I held her ass, in rhythm with her grinding. Was it me that excited her, or did she masturbate herself to that orgasm? I've never had a girl do that, not a real one. And Sara, she squirted. Her hips shuddered on my cock like an electric shock was zapping through them. Her lips went to my ear.
"Cum. Please. Cum."
How could I not? I didn't even ask if she was on the pill, I just lost it. Rope after rope of semen splattered Sara's insides.
"Oh god," she said kissing my lips hard. Her cum kept on past mine. Finally we came to rest with her body on mine, out of breath. My half-hard cock was still in her, sperm and air gurgling. I held her fabulous ass tightly.
"That was...that felt good," she said kissing my face with delicate small pecks. "I've always wondered what it would be like with you. Thank you."
"Your back feels better?" I teased.
She laughed and lifted herself. As my cock dropped out, a trail of semen poured from her bare flaps. She knelt over me with her hand between her legs holding it in.
"That was a big cum," she said.
"You or me?"
"You! I could feel it. How much did you put in me? A whole carton?"
"You've got brilliant tits," I said, changing topic. "Can I have them."
I dragged her down and put one in my mouth. Sara held herself over me, taking her wet hand from her pussy and rubbing in on the carpet. Silently she watched as I tattooed her breast with a hickey, right above the nipple. Looking at how huge it was afterward I wanted to ask what Jimmy would say, but held off.
"Can I have my actual massage now?" was all she asked.
I laughed. "Sure."
Sara lay in the original position and I massaged her all over with my hands and lips, long enough for me to get hard again. She giggled at my prowess as I pushed into her pussy again, from behind this time. Having cum already, that second fuck was a long, slamming affair. Physically we connected well, I seemed to be able to sense when she needed more of something, or was ready for a change of position. We turned and twisted, we sat on the sofa in all sorts of contortions and even lay her on the coffee table as I knelt between her thighs - though not for long, it was cold on her back. It was remarkable she could stay wet and fuck so enthusiastically for that long.
"Last weekend I was away, and the weekend before was my period. I haven't had it for 3 weeks," was her explanation. "3 weeks is long time...for me anyway."
I was dreading her asking me when my last one was. The answer would be embarrassing. Luckily she didn't.
In the end I couldn't help it, I fell asleep laying behind that beautiful woman on the carpet, one hand around on a breast, my softening cock falling out of her pussy along with more of my semen. I was blissfully tired.
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I woke in half light, sore from having slept on the floor. I was covered by Jimmy's spare quilt that Sara had brought down.
Sara. Where was she?
I turned to see her squatted next to me putting on her bra. The light was low but she looked naked otherwise.
"Where are you going?" I asked
"Shhh, sleep. I'm not meant to be out here naked with you, remember? I'm going back into Jimmy's room."
"It's still early. Stay a bit longer. Please." I reached out to touch her thigh. Sara hesitated. I took the opportunity to shuffle closer and push my hand to the top of her inside leg. I pushed sideways, asking her to open for me. Sara sighed and opened one leg, giving me her clitoris.
"I may not have this again," I said.
"You can't," she whispered
"So don't go yet. Just a few minutes more. It's still not proper light." I shuffled next to Sara as she sat with her legs under her, my finger creeping down, drawing wetness from her slit. I pulled the quilt off me, showing the outline of my morning wood.
Sara reached out and held it, slowly tugging in sync with my two-finger forays into her vagina.
"We can't do this," she moaned. "Jimmy would kill us both."
"It's still early. And we already did it. Just a little bit longer..."
Sara was squeezing my cock hard, perhaps surprised I was so ready for her.
"You have to be quick, okay?" she moaned in a way I could sense I had won.
"I will be," I promised.
"You are really really bad," she said moving one leg over and holding my cock vertical. With just the smallest of grimaces she put my erection on target and sunk her vagina around it. She wasn't so wet as it pushed in but after she lifted and dropped a few times her juices flowed.
"Oh my god," she whispered pushing all the way and holding, savoring it. "How can you feel so good?"
"Why? Jimmy's cock is...not so..."
"He's not very big," she shrugged.
"Wow."
"You better not let him know I said that."
"I think there are bigger things that might piss him off than that,"
Sara smiled. "Yes."
She lifted and dropped on my hard-on a few times.
"Your cock is great, though," she panted. "So...good."
"I love your cunt, too."
Sara looked me in the eye lustfully then thrust. She put my hand on her ass, wordlessly saying 'fuck me'. I pushed up as hard as she pushed down.
"You gotta be quick. Cum. Please," she moaned. "Quickly. It's...dangerous. Jimmy."
Her hips were frenetic. I reached around with one hand and un-clipped her bra, pulling it off and tossing it away. I forced her down to mouth her nipple as her hips twisted on my cock.
Again I branded her, this time high on the cleavage, then again at the nipple of her other breast. The pain of me bruising her tits sent her over the edge. She screamed worryingly loudly. So ferociously was she attacking my cock with her cunt, I feared she would break it. At the third hickey, in the middle on her cleavage side, her dam broke. Liquid poured onto me, a complete gush of fluid soaked us and the carpet below.
She began kissing my mouth, saying "Oh my god" over and over as the last flicks of orgasm shot through her.
"You need to cum," she said, kissing my face in thanks. "Come on. Quickly. Do it in me."
I ran my hand over her back and held her ass as she lay on me kissing gratefully. My cock was hard up her still, a mixture of good sleep and good sex keeping me as stiff as I could be.
I rolled us over, me on top, kissing her lips and face and neck as I slowly ground my cock on her insides.
"Cum in me," she said again. "We need to hurry."
I wasn't at all in a hurry. I wasn't sure I'd ever have the chance to be in this woman again, and I told her.
"If I promise we can do it again one day, will you hurry?"
Wow. Just the thought of Jimmy's girlfriend committing her shaved pussy to me again almost made me drop my load.
"You promise?"
She held out her pinky. It was a promise.
I held her tight and humped her from above. Her lips were at my ear saying "cum in me" over again. It was too much. I lost it. I didn't have as much to give as that first one the night before, but it felt just as good. I yelled "aaah" in my quietest voice as semen left me and settled into Sara. She smiled and kissed me through to the end.
"I love it," she said through the kiss. "Now get off before we get caught."
"Come have a shower with me."
"No way."
"Come on, he'll still be asleep," I tried to convince her, my cock shrinking and slipping from her. I picked up and knelt between her open legs. I could see my white goo drip from her slit and trickle down her skin. The daylight had become significantly brighter.
"Can I take a photo?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"No," she said calmly. "Pass me my clothes?"
I shook my head. "My job is to undress you, not dress you."
Sara sat up, not a roll of fat on her stomach. Her body was like nothing I'd seen. Not in real life, anyway. I told her, and she thanked me.
It was a shame to see her pack herself into her bra and her top, then her pajama bottoms again. She held them at her thighs for a moment, taking tissues to wipe away a drip of my semen that had fallen out. I stood behind and lightly squeezed her bare ass until she pulled her pants fully up. Sara turned and kissed me.
"Thank you. It was nice," she said genuinely. She took my soft cock and held it. "But you better put this away now."
"We can fuck again, right?" I checked.
She nodded. "If you want. And if we don't get caught."
Sara dropped to her knees and put all of my sex-dirtied soft cock into her mouth, sucking the gunk from me until my hardness started to stir again - which Sara took as a signal to stop. She stood, took her quilt, opened the door and tracked down the hall and around the corner toward Jimmy's room.
I took a deep breath and gathered my own clothes. I floated out into the kitchen for coffee in the nude. What a score! Never in my dreams could I have asked for the night I just had. I sensed I would feel rotten later that it was Jimmy's girl I'd done it with but just for that moment I was too euphoric to think of anything other than the stunning creature walking down the hall with my sperm in her. And that she'd said we could do it again. Wow.
Being Saturday I had nothing to do, no plans at all. I jumped into the shower to avoid getting dressed, to let the feeling of being naked with Sara linger as long as possible. I'd only been under the water for a few moments when I heard a light knock on the door and it opened. For a moment my heart leaped, I worried Jimmy had come down to my end of the house to throttle me. Then Sara poked her head around the door.
"What are you doing?" I asked, still half-worried.
"The bastard told me he was sick and to get out and leave him alone."
"He's not a very good patient," I said. I'd seen him grumpy when he was ill before.
"Is the invitation to shower still on?"
I opened the glass door in a hurry. In the light of the TV at night, Sara was a beautiful woman with a sensual body. In the half-light of morning she was a stunning nude. In the bright lights of a well-lit bathroom, she was flawless. In light this good, if there were any quirks to her nudity it would be on plain show. She was one-hundred percent gorgeous.
"Why are you not a model?" I asked as she stood by her pajamas on the floor, letting me drink her in.
"I was," she smiled. "When I was young."
"Nude?"
She shook her head. "No. Swimwear. Lingerie. Shoes."
"Shoes?"
"They liked my ankles," she explained, putting one foot forward.
I held my hand out and pulled her into my shower. It was delightful to have her like this again so unexpectedly soon. We held each other and kissed with the intimacy of two people who had just mated. I was still euphoric that this beautiful woman was carrying my semen.
"Are you on the pill?"
Sara smiled. "Isn't it a bit late to ask that?"
"Are you?"
She shook her head. "Jimmy wants to use a condom every time. He doesn't trust me to take the medicine regularly so I gave up. Didn't seem much point to keep going if he was going to use a condom all his days."
"But..." My eyes had gone wide.
"You worry about getting me pregnant?"
"Yes! Don't you?"
"I guess. A little. But it feels good in there. It's been forever since I felt a guy cum in me. It's wonderful. It's completely sexy when it drips out after, like I've done something completely naughty."
"You have!" I said, eyes still wide.
Sara held me and kissed me. She reached between and played with my balls, squeezed my cock. "You don't want to cum in me again?"
"I do," I said, surprising myself in a stark moment of clarity. Somehow getting Sara pregnant sounded outrageously erotic. It was if some base instinct kicked in over common sense. That she was openly fertile was terrifyingly sexual.
Despite all the sex we already had, I was hard again. Sara wordlessly turned and assumed the position; hands on the tiles, ass pointing back at me. I obliged her. Knowing my cock was bare inside her unprotected cunt made this fuck different. Every stroke inside her took on more significance. I wasn't just sticking myself into a beautiful piece of pussy, I was biologically coupling with her. It was a uniquely erotic experience, I was lifting her feet off the tiles with the thrusts I gave her.
"I'm going to cum."
"Do it in me," she confirmed.
"Are you sure?"
"Do it in me. Please."
Her face and breasts squashed against the tiles as steam covered her outsides and sperm covered her insides. It was the first time that I'd cum and she hadn't, but I couldn't do anything about it. I had more sex in the last 12 hours than the last 12 months. I was done. My cock went immediately soft and fell out.
"I'm sorry, I can bring you off with my hand if you like."
Sara turned and looked at me warmly, arms over my shoulders and around my neck.
"Just kiss me," she said.
It was a long shower. We washed each other, massaged shampoo and conditioner into each other's hair. Jokingly she shampooed my pubic hair as well. I couldn't very well do hers.
"How long have you been shaved? I can't believe you've done it, I would never have guessed."
"Jimmy likes it. He shaved me on our first date."
"First date?"
"Not first date, first date. The first date that we had sex."
"How many dates was that?"
"Not many," she grinned, kissing me.
"I think you like sex more than other girls..."
"I hope it's not obvious."
"It is now, yes, but I had no idea before this weekend. Your skirts are short, I guess, but you don't come across as a nympho, more like it's just the fashion. And I would never have picked you as shaved. Not in a million years."
"You can't tell I'm don't wear pants outside? It's the thing I worry most about, that people I know will see under the dresses Jimmy gives me to wear."
"I can honestly say I had no idea. I never saw anything."
"Good. I'm careful to hide my sexuality."
"Why hide it? You're beautiful."
"Oh come on. Can you imagine? I don't wear pants. I swallow cum. This is not shaved you know, this is permanent. Jimmy paid for a laser treatment. This is completely permanent. I'm going to be bare down there forever. Can you imagine if guys knew all that? That I like cock? Do you think I would get any rest from the guys I know? I need to keep it just between myself and my boyfriend, otherwise things would get crazy."
"Then why me?"
"I don't know. I shouldn't have. You started massaging and...well...it felt...I had always wondered what it would be like..." Sara didn't finish, instead she sucked my neck and ears as I fondled her ass with one hand and tweaked on her nipple.
Sara jumped. "Oh, that hickey hurts."
"What are you going to tell Jimmy?"
She shrugged. "I went to a party Thursday night. I'll tell him I passed out drunk and the girls there thought it would be a joke if they put hickeys on my tits then redressed me. Imagine how confused I would be later when I got home."
"That happens? To people?"
"Sure. Sometimes. Usually on the neck, though."
"Can I put some more then?" I nodded to her breasts. Sara nodded back. I leaned down and put three more big ones, fingering her as I did it. It drove Sara wild, she could hardly stand with the effect of her breasts and pussy attacked at once. I knelt to suck a hickey on the bare skin near her clit.
"Not there...that's...too much," she tried to stop me, but with my fingers gouging her insides she lost her fight. By the time we turned the water off we were wrinkled with steam and Sara's mound and thighs were full of fresh bruises from my mouth.
"Holy shit," she said, having toweled the mirror to see the state of her body.
"Some party," I commented.
"Top I might be able to get away with," she contemplated, lightly touching the purple on her breasts. "But these ones down here, I can't show Jimmy them. I guess it's sex in the dark this week."
I held her from behind, pretending to start one on her neck.
"No," Sara laughed and twisted. "Absolutely not."
"Huh?" I feigned. "I can suck a hickey on your cunt, I can get you pregnant, but no hickey on your neck?"
Sara groaned, then turned to give me a peck on the lips. She wrapped her towel around and picked up her pajamas and bra.
"Get me some breakfast," I was ordered and Sara dashed out and shut the door behind her. I frowned at the mirror. Could she really be pregnant? Surely she wouldn't want to have a baby, not with me.
I dried, went to my room and dressed. Sara found me in the kitchen. She was wearing a t-shirt and a loose mini. I lifted the skirt at front to see bare pussy.
"You didn't believe me?"
"Wow," I accidentally said out loud.
"Well, you're not meant to know. Keep it to yourself."
"But...your dresses are always so short, someone must have seen that you're shaved...lasered...bare?"
"You never did," she shrugged.
"Yeah, but...out in the wind or going up the escalator or something? Someone must have seen."
Sara shrugged. "No one that knows me, at least I don't think. But I'm not going to care if a stranger sees, right?"
I sighed. What kind of logic was that? I don't think I could be so blasé about all this if Sara was my girl, showing her bare pussy to strangers in public so carelessly would send me wild with envy.
I made her a super light omelet and had corn flakes with sultanas myself. We ate on different sides of the island bench but I couldn't keep my mind off the thought of the bare pussy on the stool over there. And my sperm up inside it.
"So what are you going to do today? Jimmy doesn't look like he's going anywhere."
"I know. And I blew off my friends, they've gone to the north coast," she pouted.
For a while we sat in awkward silence. Sometimes it was simpler to ease into the body of a stranger than a conversation. Not that Sara was a stranger exactly, but you know what I mean.
"Do you want to take me to a movie and finger me?" Sara flat out asked. "I haven't done that since high school."
"Sure," I laughed. What a woman.
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We went to the movies that day. Only partially hidden up back, Sara sat in a position to allow me access. My fingers spent the whole time inside her pussy. I can't imagine the mess on the seat afterward, twice she squirted. She loved a man's hands almost as much as she loved cock. From there we went to the back seat of my car in the underground car park for another hour. I don't think I'll ever forget how it felt holding her nakedness in my lap as she humped me, terrified we would be caught.
We talked about what would happen if she got pregnant, but somehow that just made us both horny, increasing the chances of the problem. Oh, and just as a weird aside, after debating it possible or not, she fucked the gear-stick of my car. She crawled naked into the front, put a leg either side facing me and took it all inside. The whole thing. She fucked it so much I was surprised it didn't develop balls and cum. I've never seen anything so decadent, and I guess I never will. Even if I sell that car one say, I'll be keeping that gear-stick. You'd never expect someone so beautiful, so classy, would take a gear-stick up herself. I still shake my head in disbelief. I wish I had a video.
In the days and weeks afterward Jimmy got healthy, and their relationship went back into normal mode. They were as affectionate in front of me as they had ever been, as if nothing had happened. I might have thought our dalliance all a dream if it wasn't for the brief moments when we happened to find ourselves alone. It would never be planned, it would either happen or it wouldn't.
If I was waiting outside the bathroom door as she finished, and no one was around, Sara would smile and kiss me before walking back to her man. If she came out to the kitchen to help me cook as her Jimmy watched football, my hand would drift up under her dress to confirm she was wearing no panties. If time allowed it would stay there, perhaps even play inside her wet parts. If Jimmy was obviously indisposed, like we could hear him in the shower, her top may come up and her bra with it. I didn't give her hickeys again but she had sensitive breasts, the kissing was enough for Sara to muffle groans. One time when she came out at midnight for a glass of water, she went back to bed with sperm in her stomach. And if Jimmy passed out drunk, it usually meant we played Russian roulette with Sara's pregnancy again. One time we actually did it with him in the room he was so out of it.
But she wasn't mine. Our forays were unplanned and uncertain. If nothing else, putting myself in places to accidentally run into Sara for a few brief moments each weekend was stopping me from having my own normal social life. Getting Jimmy plastered so I could have uninhibited sex with his girlfriend was expensive and randomly successful, even if it was spectacular when it worked.
I knew I would never meet a girl like Sara for myself, not someone that good looking who had such a craving for sex. But taking the scraps of her when they came along was torment. When I had an offer to go to the west coast on an internal job transfer I took it. I tried not to think of it as running away, I convinced myself it was a move forward, not an escape. Jimmy wondered if he'd done something wrong, I sensed he felt I was abandoning him. How could I explain it was Sara that was the problem? I couldn't. I caught a bus, taking my time to travel across country - making myself feel every mile of the distance I was putting between us.
I heard from other people that Sara moved in but it didn't last, that she had fallen pregnant but gotten rid of it; Jimmy never forgave her, he didn't like women doing that. It definitely wasn't mine, by the way, it was too much later for that to be a possibility. In a way I was disappointed, it would have been nice to be the first man to successfully mate Sara, to give her her first pregnancy. She was a special woman. It's fair to say I couldn't get that girl out of my head, even after all that time.
As for me, my family lived further up the coast near college, I didn't know too many people in the city. I first rented a room from Jimmy as temporary accommodation while I grunted away in a summer job for his rubble company one college break. Half way through those holidays my father grabbed my bicep and snorted. He said that rather than serve coffee in the local shop, I needed toughening up in hard labor. He saw Jimmy's ad and applied for me. It was the roughest month of my life, I really did learn what hard work was. Jimmy told me straight that I'd gone from a wimp to a good worker over those four weeks and I'd never felt so proud.
A couple of years later we ran into each other in a coffee shop in the city. He was overseeing the fitting of a store next door, I had just come out of a final job interview with a design firm. Perhaps with one eye on his own future interests he offered to put me up until I found my own place in the city. I ended up staying 3 years.
Jimmy never married, but he always had good company, the most important of which was Sara M. Sara was younger, my age. She had small features but was strong. She had long, styled dark brown hair and a beautiful face, kind of Natalie Portman-ish; delicate but not fragile. She had a perceptive cleverness and she was polite with it. There was a look Sara had, as if she knew what you were going to say and do before you did it, but she let you finish anyway, not interrupting. It's fair to say that Sara stood tall, even though she wasn't. It helped that she was happy all the time, not much seemed to get her down. She was a nice person to have around.
Rarely did I see Sara in pants, it was always dresses or skirts. She was sexy in a young-professional-woman sort of way during the week, but on weekends those dresses and skirts were so short that her ass was covered most times by bare wisps of thread. I can't imagine I would have felt comfortable if she was my girl. The way guys stared lustfully at so much inner thigh, me included, I would go stir crazy if she was my girlfriend.
I really don't know how Jimmy and Sara met, she just started turning up more than the other girls until the other ones stopped coming. She stayed over on weekends but on weekdays she was kicked back to her own place. I never quite knew whose rule it was, but I suspect it was mutual. Sara was in a blue chip management consultancy, not long out of their graduate program. She worked as hard as Jimmy.
As for me, I never had too many girls. I wasn't very good at opening lines. I needed someone to introduce me. I needed time to warm up. I usually lost my chance before my charm had started its motor. So when I was able to get onto a date, or into a girl's bed, I had to make it stick. In consequence I spent longer than I should have with some incompatible matches, compromising and procrastinating for fear of being alone. Inevitably the end would come, much later than it should have.
There was one, though. Julie. She was nice. I felt natural around her, I was myself. Her mum let her stay over in my room and it was the first time that sex was a regular part of life for me. Most times Julie was the instigator. It was like my sperm gave her energy, her demand for it almost outstripped supply.
I thought we were going really well but then her dad got sick in Canada. She moved over there to be with him. I tried to keep up the long distance thing, flying over a few times. But we couldn't keep it up. Eventually she drifted into other arms. I rang once on a Sunday morning and heard a sleepy voice behind tell her to get back into bed. She said later she had 'physical needs'. Such is life.
So when the weekend that changed my life rolled around I was well and truly single, and perhaps a little too strung out for good judgement - though it would be more accurate to say I was emotionally starved of female company than I was in need of dropping a physical load. I had the internet, right? In body I could do it myself, but it would have been nice to be with a real woman for once, not imaginary.
At the time the weather was glorious but Jimmy had a rotten summer flu. He was sick in bed, there was no chance he was going to come out of his room. I'd seen him like this before, he was the type to crawl into bed and sleep the sickness off. Even if he needed the bathroom he had his own en-suite in there.
On Friday night Sara had come over straight from work to look after him. Her white shirt and formal skirt were more conservative than normal, but still she looked smoking hot.
After trying her best to play nurse Sara decided to sleep on the sofa to avoid catching Jimmy's flu. She dragged out a spare quilt and came into the living room. I was watching Chef on cable on-demand. I filled her in on the back story of the first 20 minutes, it's not a complicated film.
"Can I sleep here tonight?" she asked, though we both knew it was more her place than mine, she was the one sleeping with the owner.
"Take one of the spare rooms, it would be more comfortable," I suggested politely.
"Nah. I like it here."
I was on the carpet leaning on one of the single sofas as Sara settled in. After a time she started to do stretches and bend-overs sitting on the long sofa. It looked in the light of the TV that she was grimacing.
"Are you okay?"
"My back hurts. I'm not sure if it's just my back or the start of Jimmy's flu."
"Can I help? Get some medicine?"
"No. No, don't worry."
A little while later though she said, "Actually yes". She asked me to come over to her sofa and turn around. "Sit here."
She lightly ran her hand up and down my spine.
"Just rub my back like that. Don't do it hard, guys always push too hard. Just lightly like that. Got it?"
"Yeah", I said, a bit excited. As innocent as it was, laying hands on Sara in any capacity was boner-inducing.
She crawled down and lay face down on the soft clean carpet, her head on her arms folded in front. She closed her eyes. I completely forgot the movie. My only interest in it was the flickering light it gave, showing me the glory of what I was doing with that beautiful woman. That and the funky salsa music.
I ran my hand lightly up and down her spine on the outside of her soft light-blue pyjamas.
"Like that?"
"Yes," she quietly purred. I did it some more, being careful to keep her pyjama top flat and not get caught on the bump of her bra strap. I felt excited yet terrified. What if Jimmy knew I had hands on his woman? I couldn't imagine it would go well, he had a wild temper. Unexpectedly Sara unfolded her hands to reach behind and lift her top up her back until it was bunched under her arms and around her neck. She flicked the clasp on her bra before folding her arms up again and laying her head back on them.
Holy shit.
I was painfully hard. Sara had just given me her naked back to feel up. I tried as hard as I could to massage her the way she wanted, lightly and up and down the middle, but it was difficult to keep restraint. I couldn't help but run my hands around her waist, and over her shoulder blades, under her bunched-up pajamas to the nape of her neck. I squeezed with all the gentleness I could muster and Sara groaned that it felt wonderful.
I didn't completely abandon her aching spine but my departures became wider and longer. I expected I would hit a boundary and be slapped into line but Sara aaahed and writhed at my touch which emboldened me.
I wanted to say 'you feel nice', but didn't. I worried my voice would break the spell. Nice wasn't the right word, anyway. Her body was spectacular; a tiny waist with elegant shoulders and a delicious curve to her back. She was sensually smooth.
"It feels nice," she said and I almost laughed.
I ran my nails down her spine and swung around to her side. I really really wanted to run my hands along the side of her squashed breasts but dared not. Instead I skirted the hem of her pajama bottoms, testing her reaction to pushing the elastic down. Sara's breathing was heavy, almost like she was asleep. She didn't flinch at all to incursions into the borderlands of her pants.
I tried to make it as natural and accidental as I could, sweeping high up her neck then low on her back, my hand in and under the loose elastic. As each sweep made it further inside there could be no mistaking my intention. Sara must have realized what was going on. So I went for it, down into her bottoms looking for her panties.
I didn't find any.
There was no underwear under her pajama bottoms. It wasn't at all what I expected. I accidentally held all her bare ass in my hand. I moved away as quickly as I could without letting on how shocked I was. My heart was racing. If she told Jimmy I felt up the bare skin of her backside...a shiver of fear went down my spine.
"Don't stop," I heard her moan sleepily.
Oh, I thought. Was it really okay? Could I actually do what I just did, again? Or was she setting me up for a beating, for her own twisted pleasure? I instinctively looked at the door to check, even though there was little chance Jimmy could be up.
Taking a big chance, I went back into her pants, stretching them. I did my best to stay gentle as I ran my hands over her small shapely rear and the top of her thighs, still pretending to massage. I made the occasional run along her back and shoulders but I just couldn't stay away from her bottom half for long. It was unbelievable that I was even there with Sara, let alone with hands on her like that.
I ran my fingers lightly down onto the inside of her thigh. I could sense how deliciously close I was to her heat. I went up and down her inside leg, getting higher each time. Without any push-back, I was getting bolder and bolder. I was fondling her ass, not massaging it anymore. I ran my finger down between her legs. I could feel her folds, I had reached her pussy. I felt a hint of wetness, my head spinning.
Sudden movement shocked me away from there. Sara's whole front half lifted, I moved my hand out of her pants and braced for the worst. Surely she was about to rip my head off?
I was stunned to see her lift the blue pajama top off and over her head, and the bra straps down her arms, laying back in the same way as before completely topless. For longer than was cool, I froze. Surely this had to be a sign of permission? I took a big chance; to be wrong may be deadly, but to be right would be heavenly. I pulled at the hem of her bottoms, pulling them down over her ass. Sara lifted her hips to make it easier to drag them away. I went over her knees and her ankles, and off. Wow. I was fully dressed (in sleeping kit) and Jimmy's stunning girlfriend was stark naked face down on our living room floor. In the light of the TV she was everything a woman should be; shapely, clean, sexy. Her perfect naked curves and the sheer beauty of her face in profile reminded me of those artistic porn photos you see, usually in black and white, laying in half-light. Was I actually asleep in front of my computer, dreaming?
I pinched myself. Ouch. It was real.
For the longest time I drank her beauty with my eyes before I dared reach out with my hands, lightly touching everywhere, from her ankles to massaging her head through her hair. But it was all a tease for myself, I had my heart set fiercely on the darkness between those perfect thighs. I couldn't help it. All my touch was circling toward there. When I again ran my finger at the very top of her inside thighs, they parted ever so slightly.
I gasped when I felt her pussy properly. Not just because it was leaking wet, or that it was hot and soft. What shocked me to the touch was Sara was completely and utterly bare. I had no idea. I hadn't even dreamed such a thing. I cupped her mound. She had completely shaved her pussy, as smooth as the rest of her. I almost came in my pants, fighting to hold my sperm inside.
I dipped a finger inside her. There was little resistance. Sara's arms stretched out in front of her and she groaned. I twisted and flicked her insides and she gripped the carpet and shook. I put a second and third finger in and wiggled, searching and learning the shape and size of her insides. It was tight in there, but not so much that it was uncomfortable; she could stretch to fit me. After a period of consolidation I used those fingers to fuck her like I would with my cock. She lifted her hips to give better entry.
This time I would say it, "Sara you've got a great cunt."
She turned back to look at me. A hand went to my thigh, then to my cock on the outside of my pants. I knew it was wrong but my hormones had taken over. Forgive me Jimmy, I thought, as I pulled them down and placed her hand onto my raw penis. I fingered her as she tugged me. I flipped her over to see that bare mound and tits for the first time with my own eyes.
"Oh, shit," I couldn't help but say. How could someone so beautiful, with such a dynamite ass and pussy, also have such splendid tits? It wasn't fair to other girls. They weren't big but they stood straight up even though she was on her back. I wanted to ask if they were natural, but didn't.
There was no messing around. Sara shuffled over and positioned herself in front of me, on her back with her thighs open. It was an invitation, one that said 'quick, before I change my mind'. She literally reached out for my cock and pulled it to her hole, rubbing me up and down herself to get wet, then pulling my hips to hers. Her mouth was open and her eyes pierced mine. She gasped as my cock pushed her open. Her head went back as I hit full depth. She reached up to scramble my top over my head so we were both naked.
"I like it naked," she panted as I slid in and out.
She didn't say how to have sex with her, but her eyes told me to do what I could.
What an experience. Apart from the sheer beauty and sexuality of the spectacular nude beneath me, it was completely and outrageously wrong. Sara was Jimmy's steady. They'd been together for almost two years. I'd known them all of that time. The fact that this was the first time I'd seen those breasts or had any idea she was shaved is a true indication of the intimacy we'd shared over those two years - absolutely none. Yet there I was with my bare cock in her bare pussy, fucking like high school kids on the living room floor.
I wanted to talk. I wanted to say how amazed I was to be inside someone so beautiful. I wanted to ask if she was sure she wanted to do this? Wouldn't she feel guilty later? How could we face Jimmy after doing this? But I said nothing. I leaned down to latch my mouth on those stunning breasts. How could they be so tight? I could feel her cunt slide and slop and fill with air as I pumped it. Her nails dug into my ass. We flipped and she rode me, her hips as enthusiastic as any girl I'd known. Who knew Sara would respond so amazingly to cock? It was a huge surprise.
She pressed her tits to my chest and kissed like she was pashing me, pushing into my jaw and invading with her tongue. I held her ass, in rhythm with her grinding. Was it me that excited her, or did she masturbate herself to that orgasm? I've never had a girl do that, not a real one. And Sara, she squirted. Her hips shuddered on my cock like an electric shock was zapping through them. Her lips went to my ear.
"Cum. Please. Cum."
How could I not? I didn't even ask if she was on the pill, I just lost it. Rope after rope of semen splattered Sara's insides.
"Oh god," she said kissing my lips hard. Her cum kept on past mine. Finally we came to rest with her body on mine, out of breath. My half-hard cock was still in her, sperm and air gurgling. I held her fabulous ass tightly.
"That was...that felt good," she said kissing my face with delicate small pecks. "I've always wondered what it would be like with you. Thank you."
"Your back feels better?" I teased.
She laughed and lifted herself. As my cock dropped out, a trail of semen poured from her bare flaps. She knelt over me with her hand between her legs holding it in.
"That was a big cum," she said.
"You or me?"
"You! I could feel it. How much did you put in me? A whole carton?"
"You've got brilliant tits," I said, changing topic. "Can I have them."
I dragged her down and put one in my mouth. Sara held herself over me, taking her wet hand from her pussy and rubbing in on the carpet. Silently she watched as I tattooed her breast with a hickey, right above the nipple. Looking at how huge it was afterward I wanted to ask what Jimmy would say, but held off.
"Can I have my actual massage now?" was all she asked.
I laughed. "Sure."
Sara lay in the original position and I massaged her all over with my hands and lips, long enough for me to get hard again. She giggled at my prowess as I pushed into her pussy again, from behind this time. Having cum already, that second fuck was a long, slamming affair. Physically we connected well, I seemed to be able to sense when she needed more of something, or was ready for a change of position. We turned and twisted, we sat on the sofa in all sorts of contortions and even lay her on the coffee table as I knelt between her thighs - though not for long, it was cold on her back. It was remarkable she could stay wet and fuck so enthusiastically for that long.
"Last weekend I was away, and the weekend before was my period. I haven't had it for 3 weeks," was her explanation. "3 weeks is long time...for me anyway."
I was dreading her asking me when my last one was. The answer would be embarrassing. Luckily she didn't.
In the end I couldn't help it, I fell asleep laying behind that beautiful woman on the carpet, one hand around on a breast, my softening cock falling out of her pussy along with more of my semen. I was blissfully tired.
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I woke in half light, sore from having slept on the floor. I was covered by Jimmy's spare quilt that Sara had brought down.
Sara. Where was she?
I turned to see her squatted next to me putting on her bra. The light was low but she looked naked otherwise.
"Where are you going?" I asked
"Shhh, sleep. I'm not meant to be out here naked with you, remember? I'm going back into Jimmy's room."
"It's still early. Stay a bit longer. Please." I reached out to touch her thigh. Sara hesitated. I took the opportunity to shuffle closer and push my hand to the top of her inside leg. I pushed sideways, asking her to open for me. Sara sighed and opened one leg, giving me her clitoris.
"I may not have this again," I said.
"You can't," she whispered
"So don't go yet. Just a few minutes more. It's still not proper light." I shuffled next to Sara as she sat with her legs under her, my finger creeping down, drawing wetness from her slit. I pulled the quilt off me, showing the outline of my morning wood.
Sara reached out and held it, slowly tugging in sync with my two-finger forays into her vagina.
"We can't do this," she moaned. "Jimmy would kill us both."
"It's still early. And we already did it. Just a little bit longer..."
Sara was squeezing my cock hard, perhaps surprised I was so ready for her.
"You have to be quick, okay?" she moaned in a way I could sense I had won.
"I will be," I promised.
"You are really really bad," she said moving one leg over and holding my cock vertical. With just the smallest of grimaces she put my erection on target and sunk her vagina around it. She wasn't so wet as it pushed in but after she lifted and dropped a few times her juices flowed.
"Oh my god," she whispered pushing all the way and holding, savoring it. "How can you feel so good?"
"Why? Jimmy's cock is...not so..."
"He's not very big," she shrugged.
"Wow."
"You better not let him know I said that."
"I think there are bigger things that might piss him off than that,"
Sara smiled. "Yes."
She lifted and dropped on my hard-on a few times.
"Your cock is great, though," she panted. "So...good."
"I love your cunt, too."
Sara looked me in the eye lustfully then thrust. She put my hand on her ass, wordlessly saying 'fuck me'. I pushed up as hard as she pushed down.
"You gotta be quick. Cum. Please," she moaned. "Quickly. It's...dangerous. Jimmy."
Her hips were frenetic. I reached around with one hand and un-clipped her bra, pulling it off and tossing it away. I forced her down to mouth her nipple as her hips twisted on my cock.
Again I branded her, this time high on the cleavage, then again at the nipple of her other breast. The pain of me bruising her tits sent her over the edge. She screamed worryingly loudly. So ferociously was she attacking my cock with her cunt, I feared she would break it. At the third hickey, in the middle on her cleavage side, her dam broke. Liquid poured onto me, a complete gush of fluid soaked us and the carpet below.
She began kissing my mouth, saying "Oh my god" over and over as the last flicks of orgasm shot through her.
"You need to cum," she said, kissing my face in thanks. "Come on. Quickly. Do it in me."
I ran my hand over her back and held her ass as she lay on me kissing gratefully. My cock was hard up her still, a mixture of good sleep and good sex keeping me as stiff as I could be.
I rolled us over, me on top, kissing her lips and face and neck as I slowly ground my cock on her insides.
"Cum in me," she said again. "We need to hurry."
I wasn't at all in a hurry. I wasn't sure I'd ever have the chance to be in this woman again, and I told her.
"If I promise we can do it again one day, will you hurry?"
Wow. Just the thought of Jimmy's girlfriend committing her shaved pussy to me again almost made me drop my load.
"You promise?"
She held out her pinky. It was a promise.
I held her tight and humped her from above. Her lips were at my ear saying "cum in me" over again. It was too much. I lost it. I didn't have as much to give as that first one the night before, but it felt just as good. I yelled "aaah" in my quietest voice as semen left me and settled into Sara. She smiled and kissed me through to the end.
"I love it," she said through the kiss. "Now get off before we get caught."
"Come have a shower with me."
"No way."
"Come on, he'll still be asleep," I tried to convince her, my cock shrinking and slipping from her. I picked up and knelt between her open legs. I could see my white goo drip from her slit and trickle down her skin. The daylight had become significantly brighter.
"Can I take a photo?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"No," she said calmly. "Pass me my clothes?"
I shook my head. "My job is to undress you, not dress you."
Sara sat up, not a roll of fat on her stomach. Her body was like nothing I'd seen. Not in real life, anyway. I told her, and she thanked me.
It was a shame to see her pack herself into her bra and her top, then her pajama bottoms again. She held them at her thighs for a moment, taking tissues to wipe away a drip of my semen that had fallen out. I stood behind and lightly squeezed her bare ass until she pulled her pants fully up. Sara turned and kissed me.
"Thank you. It was nice," she said genuinely. She took my soft cock and held it. "But you better put this away now."
"We can fuck again, right?" I checked.
She nodded. "If you want. And if we don't get caught."
Sara dropped to her knees and put all of my sex-dirtied soft cock into her mouth, sucking the gunk from me until my hardness started to stir again - which Sara took as a signal to stop. She stood, took her quilt, opened the door and tracked down the hall and around the corner toward Jimmy's room.
I took a deep breath and gathered my own clothes. I floated out into the kitchen for coffee in the nude. What a score! Never in my dreams could I have asked for the night I just had. I sensed I would feel rotten later that it was Jimmy's girl I'd done it with but just for that moment I was too euphoric to think of anything other than the stunning creature walking down the hall with my sperm in her. And that she'd said we could do it again. Wow.
Being Saturday I had nothing to do, no plans at all. I jumped into the shower to avoid getting dressed, to let the feeling of being naked with Sara linger as long as possible. I'd only been under the water for a few moments when I heard a light knock on the door and it opened. For a moment my heart leaped, I worried Jimmy had come down to my end of the house to throttle me. Then Sara poked her head around the door.
"What are you doing?" I asked, still half-worried.
"The bastard told me he was sick and to get out and leave him alone."
"He's not a very good patient," I said. I'd seen him grumpy when he was ill before.
"Is the invitation to shower still on?"
I opened the glass door in a hurry. In the light of the TV at night, Sara was a beautiful woman with a sensual body. In the half-light of morning she was a stunning nude. In the bright lights of a well-lit bathroom, she was flawless. In light this good, if there were any quirks to her nudity it would be on plain show. She was one-hundred percent gorgeous.
"Why are you not a model?" I asked as she stood by her pajamas on the floor, letting me drink her in.
"I was," she smiled. "When I was young."
"Nude?"
She shook her head. "No. Swimwear. Lingerie. Shoes."
"Shoes?"
"They liked my ankles," she explained, putting one foot forward.
I held my hand out and pulled her into my shower. It was delightful to have her like this again so unexpectedly soon. We held each other and kissed with the intimacy of two people who had just mated. I was still euphoric that this beautiful woman was carrying my semen.
"Are you on the pill?"
Sara smiled. "Isn't it a bit late to ask that?"
"Are you?"
She shook her head. "Jimmy wants to use a condom every time. He doesn't trust me to take the medicine regularly so I gave up. Didn't seem much point to keep going if he was going to use a condom all his days."
"But..." My eyes had gone wide.
"You worry about getting me pregnant?"
"Yes! Don't you?"
"I guess. A little. But it feels good in there. It's been forever since I felt a guy cum in me. It's wonderful. It's completely sexy when it drips out after, like I've done something completely naughty."
"You have!" I said, eyes still wide.
Sara held me and kissed me. She reached between and played with my balls, squeezed my cock. "You don't want to cum in me again?"
"I do," I said, surprising myself in a stark moment of clarity. Somehow getting Sara pregnant sounded outrageously erotic. It was if some base instinct kicked in over common sense. That she was openly fertile was terrifyingly sexual.
Despite all the sex we already had, I was hard again. Sara wordlessly turned and assumed the position; hands on the tiles, ass pointing back at me. I obliged her. Knowing my cock was bare inside her unprotected cunt made this fuck different. Every stroke inside her took on more significance. I wasn't just sticking myself into a beautiful piece of pussy, I was biologically coupling with her. It was a uniquely erotic experience, I was lifting her feet off the tiles with the thrusts I gave her.
"I'm going to cum."
"Do it in me," she confirmed.
"Are you sure?"
"Do it in me. Please."
Her face and breasts squashed against the tiles as steam covered her outsides and sperm covered her insides. It was the first time that I'd cum and she hadn't, but I couldn't do anything about it. I had more sex in the last 12 hours than the last 12 months. I was done. My cock went immediately soft and fell out.
"I'm sorry, I can bring you off with my hand if you like."
Sara turned and looked at me warmly, arms over my shoulders and around my neck.
"Just kiss me," she said.
It was a long shower. We washed each other, massaged shampoo and conditioner into each other's hair. Jokingly she shampooed my pubic hair as well. I couldn't very well do hers.
"How long have you been shaved? I can't believe you've done it, I would never have guessed."
"Jimmy likes it. He shaved me on our first date."
"First date?"
"Not first date, first date. The first date that we had sex."
"How many dates was that?"
"Not many," she grinned, kissing me.
"I think you like sex more than other girls..."
"I hope it's not obvious."
"It is now, yes, but I had no idea before this weekend. Your skirts are short, I guess, but you don't come across as a nympho, more like it's just the fashion. And I would never have picked you as shaved. Not in a million years."
"You can't tell I'm don't wear pants outside? It's the thing I worry most about, that people I know will see under the dresses Jimmy gives me to wear."
"I can honestly say I had no idea. I never saw anything."
"Good. I'm careful to hide my sexuality."
"Why hide it? You're beautiful."
"Oh come on. Can you imagine? I don't wear pants. I swallow cum. This is not shaved you know, this is permanent. Jimmy paid for a laser treatment. This is completely permanent. I'm going to be bare down there forever. Can you imagine if guys knew all that? That I like cock? Do you think I would get any rest from the guys I know? I need to keep it just between myself and my boyfriend, otherwise things would get crazy."
"Then why me?"
"I don't know. I shouldn't have. You started massaging and...well...it felt...I had always wondered what it would be like..." Sara didn't finish, instead she sucked my neck and ears as I fondled her ass with one hand and tweaked on her nipple.
Sara jumped. "Oh, that hickey hurts."
"What are you going to tell Jimmy?"
She shrugged. "I went to a party Thursday night. I'll tell him I passed out drunk and the girls there thought it would be a joke if they put hickeys on my tits then redressed me. Imagine how confused I would be later when I got home."
"That happens? To people?"
"Sure. Sometimes. Usually on the neck, though."
"Can I put some more then?" I nodded to her breasts. Sara nodded back. I leaned down and put three more big ones, fingering her as I did it. It drove Sara wild, she could hardly stand with the effect of her breasts and pussy attacked at once. I knelt to suck a hickey on the bare skin near her clit.
"Not there...that's...too much," she tried to stop me, but with my fingers gouging her insides she lost her fight. By the time we turned the water off we were wrinkled with steam and Sara's mound and thighs were full of fresh bruises from my mouth.
"Holy shit," she said, having toweled the mirror to see the state of her body.
"Some party," I commented.
"Top I might be able to get away with," she contemplated, lightly touching the purple on her breasts. "But these ones down here, I can't show Jimmy them. I guess it's sex in the dark this week."
I held her from behind, pretending to start one on her neck.
"No," Sara laughed and twisted. "Absolutely not."
"Huh?" I feigned. "I can suck a hickey on your cunt, I can get you pregnant, but no hickey on your neck?"
Sara groaned, then turned to give me a peck on the lips. She wrapped her towel around and picked up her pajamas and bra.
"Get me some breakfast," I was ordered and Sara dashed out and shut the door behind her. I frowned at the mirror. Could she really be pregnant? Surely she wouldn't want to have a baby, not with me.
I dried, went to my room and dressed. Sara found me in the kitchen. She was wearing a t-shirt and a loose mini. I lifted the skirt at front to see bare pussy.
"You didn't believe me?"
"Wow," I accidentally said out loud.
"Well, you're not meant to know. Keep it to yourself."
"But...your dresses are always so short, someone must have seen that you're shaved...lasered...bare?"
"You never did," she shrugged.
"Yeah, but...out in the wind or going up the escalator or something? Someone must have seen."
Sara shrugged. "No one that knows me, at least I don't think. But I'm not going to care if a stranger sees, right?"
I sighed. What kind of logic was that? I don't think I could be so blasé about all this if Sara was my girl, showing her bare pussy to strangers in public so carelessly would send me wild with envy.
I made her a super light omelet and had corn flakes with sultanas myself. We ate on different sides of the island bench but I couldn't keep my mind off the thought of the bare pussy on the stool over there. And my sperm up inside it.
"So what are you going to do today? Jimmy doesn't look like he's going anywhere."
"I know. And I blew off my friends, they've gone to the north coast," she pouted.
For a while we sat in awkward silence. Sometimes it was simpler to ease into the body of a stranger than a conversation. Not that Sara was a stranger exactly, but you know what I mean.
"Do you want to take me to a movie and finger me?" Sara flat out asked. "I haven't done that since high school."
"Sure," I laughed. What a woman.
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We went to the movies that day. Only partially hidden up back, Sara sat in a position to allow me access. My fingers spent the whole time inside her pussy. I can't imagine the mess on the seat afterward, twice she squirted. She loved a man's hands almost as much as she loved cock. From there we went to the back seat of my car in the underground car park for another hour. I don't think I'll ever forget how it felt holding her nakedness in my lap as she humped me, terrified we would be caught.
We talked about what would happen if she got pregnant, but somehow that just made us both horny, increasing the chances of the problem. Oh, and just as a weird aside, after debating it possible or not, she fucked the gear-stick of my car. She crawled naked into the front, put a leg either side facing me and took it all inside. The whole thing. She fucked it so much I was surprised it didn't develop balls and cum. I've never seen anything so decadent, and I guess I never will. Even if I sell that car one say, I'll be keeping that gear-stick. You'd never expect someone so beautiful, so classy, would take a gear-stick up herself. I still shake my head in disbelief. I wish I had a video.
In the days and weeks afterward Jimmy got healthy, and their relationship went back into normal mode. They were as affectionate in front of me as they had ever been, as if nothing had happened. I might have thought our dalliance all a dream if it wasn't for the brief moments when we happened to find ourselves alone. It would never be planned, it would either happen or it wouldn't.
If I was waiting outside the bathroom door as she finished, and no one was around, Sara would smile and kiss me before walking back to her man. If she came out to the kitchen to help me cook as her Jimmy watched football, my hand would drift up under her dress to confirm she was wearing no panties. If time allowed it would stay there, perhaps even play inside her wet parts. If Jimmy was obviously indisposed, like we could hear him in the shower, her top may come up and her bra with it. I didn't give her hickeys again but she had sensitive breasts, the kissing was enough for Sara to muffle groans. One time when she came out at midnight for a glass of water, she went back to bed with sperm in her stomach. And if Jimmy passed out drunk, it usually meant we played Russian roulette with Sara's pregnancy again. One time we actually did it with him in the room he was so out of it.
But she wasn't mine. Our forays were unplanned and uncertain. If nothing else, putting myself in places to accidentally run into Sara for a few brief moments each weekend was stopping me from having my own normal social life. Getting Jimmy plastered so I could have uninhibited sex with his girlfriend was expensive and randomly successful, even if it was spectacular when it worked.
I knew I would never meet a girl like Sara for myself, not someone that good looking who had such a craving for sex. But taking the scraps of her when they came along was torment. When I had an offer to go to the west coast on an internal job transfer I took it. I tried not to think of it as running away, I convinced myself it was a move forward, not an escape. Jimmy wondered if he'd done something wrong, I sensed he felt I was abandoning him. How could I explain it was Sara that was the problem? I couldn't. I caught a bus, taking my time to travel across country - making myself feel every mile of the distance I was putting between us.
I heard from other people that Sara moved in but it didn't last, that she had fallen pregnant but gotten rid of it; Jimmy never forgave her, he didn't like women doing that. It definitely wasn't mine, by the way, it was too much later for that to be a possibility. In a way I was disappointed, it would have been nice to be the first man to successfully mate Sara, to give her her first pregnancy. She was a special woman. It's fair to say I couldn't get that girl out of my head, even after all that time.
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