It’s about to be a new year. What better time for a hot story? Okay, maybe all times are good for hot stories. Just check out this one:
The party seemed to go on for an eternity. Every time I tried to get close to Tanner someone would interfere, usually Dad, and I had to wonder if he knew what I was up to. No, he’d be way more pissed off at me. If anything it was more like he was trying to impress Tanner, show off his big screen TV, the hot tub, the expensive landscaping. Tanner looked as bored with it as I felt. Finally I told Dad that the caterer didn’t have enough wine for everyone and he stormed off to deal with them, leaving me and Tanner alone on the patio.
“Are you having a good time?” I asked, shifting my hips so he had a nice view of my curvy bottom.
“It’s always good to get together with friends,” he said. He sipped his drink, not paying much attention to me. Irritating.
I moved closer to him, running my hand up his arm. That got his attention.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I said. “There’s no one else for me to talk to. If only it wasn’t so loud… would you like to come upstairs and see my bedroom?”
His eyes narrowed. “Is that your attempt at subtle propositioning?”
My back straightened. He was fast. For a few seconds I wasn’t sure if I should brush it off as an accident or just go for it. Luckily I’ve never been one for holding back.
“Come on, you’ll have a good time,” I said. I was practically salivating. He was just so good looking. If I’d met him at a club, I would have jumped him by now.
He swallowed the rest of his drink. Holy god, this was really happening. I took his hand and led him down through the house to the back staircase, where no one would see us sneaking up to my room.
I flicked on the light. “Do you like it?”
He shrugged. I supposed my bedroom wasn’t all that impressive, but he could at least pretend.
I shut the door and leaned in to kiss him, pressing my body up against his. Our tongues danced around each other while my hands wrapped around his waist and kept him close. Either he was carrying several rolls of quarters in his pocket or he liked what I was doing.
My pussy was on fire. I liked the way he slid his hand up underneath my skirt and squeezed my ass—I was only wearing a thong, so there was nothing to get in his way. Then the other hand moved around and unzipped my dress enough for it to slip down my shoulders and expose my milky white breasts with their pink nipples. His thumb brushed over one and a shiver ran up my spine.
I heard the purr of him unzipping his fly and when I looked down I was staring at a monster cock the size of which I’d never seen before. I heard stories about them coming this big but I never thought they were real.
“You want to impress me,” he said. “Then get on your knees and show me.”
I never dropped so fast in my life.
The rest will be out next year! I can’t wait. Have a great New Years’ Eve!