Sunday, December 22, 2013

White Jeans 2

“What are you doing?” Kendra said as I started driving back towards the restaurant we'd just left.
“I'm gonna go see what that asshole's problem is.”
“No! Please, don't do that!”
I kept driving.
“Really... Wil... don't go back there. Let's just go to your place.”
“No! It pisses me off that he treated you like that.”
“I know, but... please, don't.”

We were back at the restaurant parking lot and I started to open the car door when Kendra grabbed my arm. “I'm serious. Don't get into a fight over it. He didn't touch me... he just creeped me out... I'm fine.  Please don't.”
I sat there squeezing the steering wheel and tried to calm down but my blood was up. I mean, it's one thing to hit on a good looking girl, I thought, but that was way out of line. Kendra's such a sweetheart... how can some jerk talk to her like that.

Finally I turned and looked at her.
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yes! Really. If you want to do something for me please take me back to your place. Don't get in some stupid fight that won't solve anything anyway.”

After a couple minutes I pulled out of the lot and back on the street towards my place.
“Thanks baby,” Kendra said, “you'll be happy you decided to go home.”
“Yeah?” I said.
“I'm pretty sure, yeah,” she said.
We smiled at each other.


I opened her car door and we walked to the front door of the apartment building. There was that click of her high heels on the sidewalk again. I felt my dick stiffen. I followed her up the stairs staying far enough behind her that I was looking straight at her gorgeous ass right in front of me-- watching it move perfectly as she went up the stairs in her heels. I was dead certain she wasn't wearing any panties under those skin tight pants.

As we entered the apartment it was all I could do to keep from tossing her on the floor.
“Do you mind if I go...ah?” she waved in the direction of the bedroom and bathroom.
“Go right ahead,” I said, “you want a beer or a glass of wine?”
“White wine if you have some.”
“OK, not sure how good it is, but a glass will be waiting for you.”
She picked up the shopping bags she'd left in the living room, went in the bedroom, and closed the door behind her.

She was gone almost twenty minutes. The anticipation was killing me. I played almost an entire album while I waited. I drank a beer. I got a boner lost it and got it back again and lost it once more and she still hadn't come back into the living room.

When Kendra finally came back she was still wearing the white jeans and the open-back slides with the 4 inch heels. But now, instead of the top she'd had on before, she was wearing her new red halter top. Sure, Kendra had the greatest ass and legs I'd ever seen but she was also stacked. I found out later in our relationship that she wore a 36D bra-- but all I knew at this point in time was that my 19 year old girlfriend had an absolutely killer rack. The halter top showed lots of cleavage and plenty of side boob. My hard-on was back with one purpose in mind.

She had gotten her hair back to the way it looked, no doubt, when she left her parents' house hours ago. She had redone her makeup, her lipstick was fresh, and her perfume was pleasantly filling the room.
“Here's your wine,” I said, “if it's too warm I can pour you another glass.”
“I'm sorry, I know I took too long.”
“Yes, Kendra, you did take too long. But what I'm looking at was well worth the wait.”
She took a sip of her wine as we stood facing each other. As she put the wine glass down on an end table I saw the lipstick smudge from her full lower lip on the rim of the glass. I wanted some of that lipstick on my cock right now.

She turned to me. We hugged. Then we kissed and I could taste the wine on her tongue. We kissed some more. Then I took her to the couch. We kissed more. I told her we had four hours before I needed to go to work.
She said, “Four hours with no place we need to be?”
I nodded.
Her eyes twinkled.  The Kendra from before the incident was all the way back.
We talked a bit.


“Take off that top,” I said.
She stuck out her beautiful lower lip in a pout.
“Don't you like it? I thought you'd like it or I wouldn't have bought it.”
“I like it fine,” I said, “and when we go out somewhere you should wear it. It looks great on you.
Now, take it off.”

She reached behind her neck and untied the string. Then, she pulled the band below her breasts away from her and lifted the halter over her tits and then up over her head,
“I probably messed up my hair now, thanks to you,” she said, still acting faux pouty.
"Don't worry, doll.  Your hair is gonna get plenty messed up."
She was wearing a small silver pendant on a long silver chain necklace. She had put it on so that the chain made a loop around her neck, snug as a choker, and then the second loop allowed the pendant to rest just between her full, firm, natural tits.

With the index finger of my right hand I touched the pendant. I told her I liked how it looked with a tight loop around her neck and then the pendant drawing the eyes to her breasts. She smiled and said, very softly, “Good. I really hope you like.... um... everything tonight.”
I kissed her as I held her left breast in my right hand. Then I left her mouth and tongued and sucked her tits. First one then the other. Then I pushed them together and ran my tongue back and forth across her erect nipples.
“Beautiful baby, beautiful,” I said.
I rolled the nipple of her left tit between my thumb and index finger. I tugged it and squeezed it. She whimpered softly and drew in breath abruptly when I pinched it hard.
“If I fuck you right now I'll cum too fast and leave you high and dry... you're just so fucking hot... we have time to go three or four times tonight... so unzip me and get on it, babydoll... you suck cock so good baby... get on that dick...”

Kendra slid off the couch to the floor and crawled in between my legs. She reached up, unzipped my blue jeans, and then undid my belt buckle and opened up my pants. I had gone without underwear knowing she'd be blowing me right after dinner so my stiff cock was right in front of her face. She grasped it with her right hand and stroked it. She was wearing silver rings on her middle finger and pinkie. Her fingernails matched her toenails and lipstick. Her lips parted as she positioned herself to suck me off. She gripped my dick down at the root and took three or four moves halfway down the shaft and back with her mouth to warm up.  Then she slipped her right hand down to my balls, grasped my right leg with her left hand and slid my whole cock through her pretty lips turning her head to the right as she went. As she pulled back off of it she turned her head to the left. She set a nice, slow, pace as she effortlessly took more than seven inches of hard dick time after time-- each time with the same mesmerizing head turn.

I was in a trance watching this beauty-queen-teen, parade-float-princess blow me like a seasoned pro. She went after it for at least ten minutes and I still hadn't blown my load. She picked up her pace.  She was slobbering, drool escaping her mouth as she blew me.  Now she was moaning.   From time to time she'd pull off, strands of spit keeping her connected to my hard cock.  She'd take a few panting breaths and then, staring right at me, she'd plunge that thick dick back between her pretty lips.  Kendra was going after that hard cock so fast, taking it so deep, that I was shocked I hadn't shot down her throat already when I felt that rumble that signaled that this big-titted blonde was gonna get a mouthful of cum real soon.

I put my hands in that wild, thick hair and pulled her on my cock until her chin pushed into my balls. I looked down and saw her bare back widening into her perfectly proportioned hips. I saw her ass in those tight, white pants, and beyond that, toes down in the carpet, I saw her sexy heels. I leaned back, looked at all that beauty and released.  I came down her throat time after time after time. When I finally let go of her head she pulled off, coughing and gasping and gobs of thick white cum rolled like lava over her lower lip and onto her bare tits.

We were both breathing heavily.
“Kendra,” I said.
She looked at me but didn't speak.
“You're gonna get fucked tonight, babydoll.”
She smiled slightly as she used her fingers to get the jizz off her chin and both titties.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Kendra's White Jeans

It was a warm late Spring evening in the South.  Not hot and humid like July and August, but warm, and I had the windows open to let a cross breeze into my second floor apartment.  I was reading a trade magazine and waiting for Kendra.  I knew I'd recognize the sound of her two-seater sports car as she pulled into a spot below my open window. 

We'd been going out for about five months.  She lived with her parents in the country about an hour east of the city and never complained that she was the one that drove back and forth all the time.  She liked coming to the city.  She knew that if I came out to see her there was nothing to do in the small town near her home.  And, frankly, Kendra liked that we spent hours in my apartment fucking whenever she came to town.  I liked that part too.

Kendra was nineteen.  She was nearly eight years younger than me.  In fact, her parents were only eleven or twelve years older than me.  She was the hottest thing I'd ever nailed and she had a submissive streak a mile wide.  I wasn't in love, at least not yet, but if I went a couple of days without bangin' her I was in a bad mood.

I heard the distinctive sound of her little roadster. As I got up to look out the window I heard her grind a gear putting the stick shift into reverse.  She backed into a spot right in front.  The driver's side door popped open and Kendra swung her long legs out together like a trained fashion model.  She was wearing skin tight white jeans and slides with a four inch heel.  She stood up and didn't look towards the window.  I stood back to take it all in.  Her blonde hair was in a style not unlike Farrah's-- it was, after all, the late 70's-- lots of hair was the fashion.  And on her it was incredible.  She had on big aviator sunglasses and a print top that was a bit too large, gauzy and loose to suit me.  She stepped to the back of the car and then over to the passenger side. She opened the door and leaned over to get some shopping bags off the front seat.  As she bent at the waist her ass was a thing of exquisite beauty in those new, tight white jeans.  She closed up the car and started towards the door of my apartment building.  I turned from the window but could hear the sound of her high heels on the sidewalk.  A guy can get a hard on just hearing that sound.

I was waiting for her as she got to the last steps.
"Hey babe."
"Hey Wil." Kendra said.
She had a soft drawl and a smooth, warm, low voice.
"What's in the bags?"
"Oh, I just picked up a couple things this afternoon."
We kissed and I followed her into my apartment.
My cock twitched just from seeing and smelling her.

"I like the new outfit," I said.
"What about this top?"
"Not my favorite part, but everything else is perfect," I said.
"I can change," she said.
She dug through the new stuff in one of the shopping bags and pulled out a red halter top that didn't look much bigger than a bikini top.
"This better?"
"Yeah, it's better... but not for tonight.  Let's go get something to eat."
She laughed.
"You're not in a hurry to have dinner, you're in a hurry to get back here.  I know you Mr. Wilson."
She was so adorable I considered doing her on the floor right then.  But that had happened a few times already and I didn't want to get too predictable.


We took her car to the restaurant.  It was place that had a younger clientele.  Decent food and a bar scene that got crowded as the night went on.  But it was early and the place was only half full.  We talked and ate and talked some more.  She knew that I had to leave the apartment at about midnight to go to work as the overnight guy at the highest rated station in the market.  If we got back to my place by 7:30 it gave us plenty of time to play.  Kendra was just as eager as I was to get back to the apartment.

As we were leaving I decided I should use the restroom.  I knew she'd want to use the only bathroom in my one-bedroom place to freshen up when we got home and everything would work better if I just relaxed in the living room and waited for her entrance.  Always planning ahead, I was.

Kendra waited just inside the entrance of the restaurant while I went to the men's room. 
"Don't go away, I'll be right back," I said.  She grinned.  Her blue eyes were dancing.
When I came back less than five minutes later Kendra was standing where I had left her but facing her was a guy I'd never seen.  The guy was standing very close to her.  She was holding her purse in front of her and didn't look particularly happy as she spoke to him. 
"OK, I'm ready," I said as I took her left arm at the elbow.
The guy looked at me.  I didn't know him but I knew I didn't like him.  He had me by about two inches and twenty pounds.  There was a second or two where I don't think he knew what to say or do.  Then he stepped back and we left.  I noticed that neither he nor Kendra said anything as we went out the door.

As I opened her door for her I said, "Did you know that guy?"
She sat down and swung her legs into the car.
"I've never seen him before in my life," she said.
The happy mood she'd been in at dinner was gone.
I got in and started the engine.  I put the car in first and pulled out of the lot onto the street.  The apartment was just five minutes away.
"You okay, babe?
After a minute Kendra said, "There are a lot of creeps out there."
"What the hell did he say to you?"
She waved off the question.
"Look Kendra, you were in a great mood tonight.  I don't want some asshole screwing up our night.  What did that jerk say?"

She sighed.

"He walked in just as you were going into the bathroom.  At first I figured he thought I was the hostess.  But then he looked at me a little too long, you know, and then sort of looked me over real slow... it was so creepy... like a big drooling animal... so I looked away from him and started to walk to the lady's room but  he stepped in front of me and said, 'I don't need a menu, girl. I know what I'm eatin' tonight.'"

I pulled the car over and, when traffic cleared, I made a U-turn.

No Limit

Apparently it is possible to drive 55...

or is she 56?