Time for another bundle, a smaller one this time of some of my more recent stories. Here’s a sexy snippet:
I tried to smile at him. God, he was gorgeous. He was only wearing a t-shirt that was so tight it was almost form-fitting. I could swear it was possible to count his abs through the fabric. My hand reached out to touch him before I could stop it and I pretended like there was a fly I had to shoo out.
“I’m afraid my parents aren’t home,” I said. By some miracle, I was able to keep my voice steady.
“Oh really? That’s a shame.” His tone was dry, almost amused, as if we both knew that wasn’t the reason he was standing in my doorway. And maybe we did. He brushed past me as he walked inside uninvited. My pussy twitched, aching with need like never before.
“I was having some trouble with some flooding out by my pool,” he said. “I was wondering if you had some sod I could borrow.”
“Actually we do. My stepmother had some landscaping done last spring and there’s some left over in the shed. I’m sure she’d be happy to let you have it.”
He seemed quite glad to hear it and I led him out back, feeling his eyes crawling over my ass in the tight, tiny shorts covering it. I bent down to grab a bag for him, making sure to give him a good look.
I turned to him. “How many do you need?”
“Three should do it.”
He asked if I was sure I could carry the thirty pound bag in my arms, which I was. Then he picked up two more and his muscles bulged as he hefted it up. My pussy ached so bad I thought it was going to cramp. If I didn’t do something about this soon, I was going to lose it.
We went through my back yard to his and I have to admit I was breathing heavily by the time we got there, although Mr. Harper didn’t seem effected in the least. The flood damage wasn’t too bad, but I could see why he wouldn’t want it to get any worse. He had some nice landscaping.
I put my bag down. “Do you want any help?”
His eyes fell on me. A shiver ran up my spine.
“I know how girls hate to be dirty,” he said.
I stood up, brushing off the dust on my pants. “Some girls like it a lot.”
And before I knew it he was on me, his lips on mine, his hands holding me tight. My leg went around his and I yanked his shirt out of his pants so I could touch his smooth, soft skin.
He pulled my shirt off fast enough to rip the seam under my arm. As if it mattered. I unhooked my bra and dropped it as he lifted me into his arms and carried me over to the deck by the pool.
The wooden slats poking my ass were as uncomfortable as hell, but I was beyond caring. I unzipped his jeans and reached in for his cock, pulling out a meaty behemoth that I thought was too big to be real. But the way it throbbed in my hand certainly felt real.
“I’ve been waiting for this ever since I first laid eyes on you,” he said.
“But I… I’ve never done this before.”
He smiled as if it was a joke, but then saw that I was dead serious. “It’s not hard. Just use your tongue to explore every inch of it. Do what comes natural to you.”
My heart was ricocheting loudly in my chest. I slid my tongue around the tip and slurped up the drips of pre-cum leaking out. I moved up the shaft to his balls. I kissed the round sac and sucked on them until he swayed on his feet. I took it in my hand and stroked it up and down while I went back down to the head. It was fun to think up all the new things I could do to him.
If you want three stories chock full of this and more, then look for it next week!