She ran from her car to the covered porch of the house. It was raining, the hard rain that no one likes, and likes driving in even less. It started up after she was almost to the house, so she figured she might as well finish the trip. Besides, she hadn't seen Paul since she left the High School they both attended during her Sophomore year. She had just graduated the month before, and like most High School grads, she didn't have much going on that summer. She happened along his profile while browsing for new and interesting people to meet and hang out with. "Hang out with" usually ended up breaking down to having sex. Its not her fault though, I did the same thing, and who wouldn't. She isn't a stick figure; at the time, she wore a lot of 36DD bras that were cute, but a bit too small, which may have aided in them coming off so easily. Her lips are smooth and full, which makes covering her teeth while she puts pressure on your cock a natural talent, one shes very proud of. Above her lips, just past her perfectly cute nose, at the perfect point on her face, those amazing eyes. Beautifully green and gazing, almost through you, with the look of only wanting all the cum you have, while her head bobs up and down. Its a site to see.
She got to the front door and knocked. She hoped it was loud enough to be heard over the pounding rain and thunder. She wasn't very comfortable just standing on the porch in this neighborhood. The house was nice enough, but you could tell it was the house the Freshman College guys rented just to get out of mom and dads basement. The fact that she was wearing her blue dress didn't make her any more comfortable. Man, the blue dress. It fit snug to her curves, but not tight enough to look trashy. It was a light blue color with spaghetti straps that held the front to the back. While it wasn't terribly low cut, it showed just enough cleavage to leave her tits to the imagination. Her favorite part about about the blue dress? Cut just above the knee by about an inch, she didn't have to wear panties with it.
Now standing on the porch she realized that when the wind blew, her nipples were getting visible, even through the new Victoria's Secret bra she had on. Sure that he must not be home, she turned to leave.
"Hey babe," said a voice standing behind her at the door, "c'mon in."
She turned to see Paul standing in the doorway with an arm outstretched, welcoming her into the house.
" I didn't think you were going to be here."
"And miss out on seeing an old friend? Never," said Paul as he shut the door.
She noticed the wry smile on his face and instantly thought back to how nice he had been to her at school. He was quiet, but always friendly, and always good for a hug.
"Cant an old friend get a hug?" Paul said.
"Couldn't you always?" she replied.
And that easily, before she knew it, it was happening. When they hugged Paul cupped her ass in his hands and pulled her close. She shivered when his semi-hard cock pressed against her; it was all he needed.
"You're not wearing panties."
"Don't feel special, I never do with this dress," she replied.
Even as she was saying it, his hands were lifting her dress so that he could feel her ass in his bare hands. He traced the lines from her ass to her hips and pulled her closer, and again she shivered when she felt his semi-hard, tho definitely harder, cock press against her. They kissed, slow pecks at first, adjusting to each others kissing style. After only a moment, he not so gently bit her lip. She bit back, and that's when he slipped his tongue in. They went back an forth kissing faster, her breath getting shorter, her pulse faster.
"Take off my pants," he said,in an authoritative tone.
Someone else taking control was her weakness. She had started undoing his button down fly before he finished uttering the phrase. She pulled his pants down to his ankles, his boxers came with them. She looked up and was actually a little disappointed with what she saw. Paul's cock was a little smaller than average, certainly not the biggest she had sucked off. However, if you gave her the choice between a hard, warm cock, or a plastic toy, the cock would win every time, even if it was a little small. She Swallowed the whole thing without a second thought.
His hands were behind her head, pulling his cock all the way inside her. She enjoyed the control, and the fact that she wasn't gagging every time. Her lips wrapped her teeth and she started applying pressure.
"Oh DAMN, who taught you that?" he said, not really wanting a reply.
He kept pulling is cock in and out until he was fucking her mouth more than she was giving him head. All her spit and slobber was running down her chin.
"Get up and pull out those titties for me."
"Okay," was all she could say.
She stood up and stepped back. Grabbing the bottom of her dress she pulled it up over her head. Tossing it to the side, she reached behind her back and undid her bra clasp in such a quick single motion that she had obviously been demanded to do it before, and had complied just as quickly.
"Your pussy looks wet," Paul said coarsely.
When he looked, he saw that it was glimmering from being soaked in her own juices. Her Labia were loose and hanging open, a sure sign that her pussy was ready for a good fuck. He pulled his shirt off over his head and stepped out of his pants piled at his feet. Grabbing her around waist and pulling her in, his cock almost slipped into her pussy because she was so wet. Her bigger than a 36DD bra tits pressed against him and he kissed her neck while again cupping her ass.
