True story ...
It was the first weekend after a crazy Halloween party that my girlfriend and I split up. Apparently she hadn't liked me scheming on her pretty room mate / cousin. I can't understand why! So, on the rebound - went to the bar to meet up with a few friends. This small southern town can't support two bars which made it convenient; all your friends were guaranteed to be at the same place.
It was a good night - busy and lots of ladies. One of my friends Ray and I held up the bar. Other friends would come and go while we drank our beers. After a trip to the rest room I returned to find my 'ol friend Ray chatting up a girl with the best combination of a curvy ass and blue denim ever assembled. She had a mane of wavy brown hair half way down her back. She looked so good I felt a rush going from my balls, up my spine to my head. She had her back to me as I approached and it was tough to pull my eyes off her fine shape.
Ray is a good guy and many wouldn't do what he did. He coaxed me in and introduced me to Donna. When she turned I saw that she was indeed a pretty girl - nice hazel eyes and full lips. My peripheral vision was telling me that she was fine everywhere. It was tough to not gawk and look her up and down immediately. I waited until we chatted a bit until I stole a few glances south. I've never seen such a sexy look in an otherwise plain button down shirt. She had perfect size tits - small, with a subtle jiggle that suggested bralessness. A couple of undone buttons revealed smooth tender skin. I didn't want to hijack my friends shot at an awesome babe and remained reserved, but as we talked it seemed like Donna and I connected seamlessly. Ray went with it.
The night moved on. Another round of drinks flowed. Friends would stop by but the body language of Donna and I suggested we weren't available for chit chat. I learned that she was a ballet dancer with a company up north and had temporarily moved back home. Hmm, that explained the lithe, tight body and perky tits! She was 30 years old, 5 older than me. I thought it was a bit odd that such a babe was out solo. She told me that her car was in the shop and she had arrived with a girlfriend who had left earlier. So Donna was fishing for a ride home. It was a jolt to hear that she lived in the same town home development that I did.
All the planets had lined up. We hadn't had any sexualized interaction, just some good chemistry and apparent mutual attraction. It wasn't late - before midnight - and I am smart enough to know that there is no way anything was going to get any better by hanging around any longer. It just took a simple suggestion, and we left. We found my car and started the 15 minute ride home. The ride had the expected tension, but again, nothing sexually charged. She was asking if I did any gardening? Boring. Is this going to end talking about gardens? I managed some banter about potted trees that I have at my office.
I parked in front of her townhouse - which was on a different street but practically a stones throw from the rear of my townhouse unit. She invited me in, but first she first wanted to show me her garden behind the house. I should have nixed that garden talk at the bud. We went through the front gate, around the side to a fence enclosed back yard. An oak tree partially shielded the otherwise bright moonlight cutting through the midnight air. Under the oak tree was a worn wicker chair that had been demoted to the outdoors. It had a large round back. There was a sliding door to the rear of the house. I saw a few garden tools but no sign of a garden.
The crickets played a chorus as she talked about planting a garden, and needing fertilizer or something like that. As she spoke she lowered herself into the chair. She sat back and had her rump on the front edge of the seat cushion. Her legs were spread enough to beckon but not enough to seem overly provocative. By chance, moonlight filtered through the branches illuminating the soft denim which had molded around her most feminine curve of all. She rested one elbow on the armrest with her finger tips grazing her lips. The tempo of her words slowed and she asked in a soft voice "Could help her get a garden started - did I had any seed?
Now there's some sexual tension! Impromptu wit isn't my best attribute especially when my cock is rapidly drawing blood from my brain. The best I could muster was something like - "Well, I have some seed."
She's sitting so comfortable with her figure framed in the large wicker chair back and I'm just standing there. I'm calculating the next move of this seductress dance. I walk toward her, take her hands, pull her up from the chair and give her a deep kiss. Since she moved things forward fairly quickly, my hands pause for only a moment on her hips and then explore up her back and then downward to feel that perfect combination of ass and denim.
She's returning the kiss, but her hands stay around my shoulders. I gently caress her ass savoring the perfect shape. I begin working her ass with increasing vigor until it's a hard squeeze and I'm grinding her lower abdomen onto my cock. I lift her upward. My cock is engorged now and it is the only point of contact on her lower body. I feel the fold of her pussy as I firmly grind her onto my cock. It is intoxicating to be wrapped in her perfect female form. She's moaning as she kisses back.
There is no doubt we're going to fuck. We met just two hours ago and and I know it's going to be nasty. I'm considering a firm surface to pin her against but there's too much landscaping in the way to lean into the house, too rough of bark on the tree and the glass door could break. She breaks the kiss and leads me to the door and slides it open. It's her bedroom. The bed is just a few feet way. How convenient?
The door is left open. Our lips re-engage. I start unbuttoning her shirt. After a couple of buttons two perfect tits are revealed. I'm a A/B cup kind of guy and these twin girls are a prize. Two very hard nipples. Braille for "awesome tits".
I rapidly finish the buttons, yank off her shirt off and pitch it to the floor. I wrap an arm around the back of her thin waist so I can squeeze and manhandle her front and rear as I simultaneously run both hands from her mid section upward toward her chest. Perfect shape. Perfect woman. I move my hands up and down squeezing her and exploring more terrain upward and downward each time. I cup her lower breasts, then back down to squeeze her abs - seems my hands can nearly encircle her mid-section - then back up to feel more breast. Back down and then slide a few fingertips under her belt line. She moans and squirms. Back up to glance her nipple. She lets out a low moan. Sensitive nipples.
