As suspected the rest of the weekend wasn’t very exciting or noteworthy. It wasn’t a bad weekend, though. The wife and I did some riding on the bike, and generally had an enjoyable time together. We didn’t have sex because she’s finishing up shark week (we hope to make up for that at the beach), so between that and the tension, on my part at least, Saturday at L’s, I’m pretty horned up! Let’s see if I can get you that way too, with the following imagining, pure fictional, of how things could have gone Saturday had B not stayed home.
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When I get to L’s, she’s out in the back yard doing busy work. I go back there with her and set down the bag I’d picked up from her friends; it’s a bra and a pair of panties she left at the lake the last time she and B went, staying at a friend of theirs cabin. The friend, who lives closer to me than to L, had picked them up for L and set them on her porch for me to get.
“Here are your things from Barbara,” I say.
“Oh, good! Thanks for picking those up for me.”
I grin mischievously at L and say “They smell clean and fresh, darn it.” L laughs and says that she probably hadn’t even worn them, that they were extras “just in case.”
I’m helping her set a plastic table cloth on the picnic table and enjoying the view whenever she bends forward. “I really like that shirt!” I say, pointedly staring at her cleavage.
“Thank you,” she says, laughing.
Once the table cloth is secured, we stand over by the Tiki bar and continue talking. B is inside sleeping as he does before going to work his late shift. L takes an appraising look at me and says “I really like that shirt; v-neck suits you. I’ve really got a cute brother!”
I blush and thank her, while considering what suggestive, risqué thing I can say back, and then decide against it. I don’t want to come off as pushing for something; it’s better to wait and just let things happen as they may.
“I told B that we’re going to the next town over and that you’re taking me out to eat. Oh, and I also want to go to Victoria’s Secret, which in that same mall area.”
“Okay, sounds good,” I say. I can think of some things that would be fun at VS, but again I don’t say anything out loud. We talk a little more, and I jokingly fondle her bra and panties while we talk and that gets a laugh from L. I love being able to make her laugh. Then we take everything inside, being quiet to not wake B up (he’s still got an hour to sleep before having to get ready for work) and leave for dinner.
We hold hands on the drive, as we often do, and continue to talk. Every now and then I’ll disengage my hand from hers when I need both hands for driving, then place it on her upper leg until she puts her hand back in mine. I’m encouraged that she doesn’t seem to mind, and move it just a little higher up her thigh; not too high, just a little to try to set a tone.
L notices my dashboard camera, which I got just a few weeks ago, and asks about how it works. I take it out of the stand and point it at her, still recording, and she mugs it up a bit as we laugh. I put the camera back in the case so it’s recording the traffic in front of me. After a few more minutes of talking, I see that we’re approaching some truck traffic on the highway we’re on.
I grin at her and say “I dare you to flash those truck drivers as we pass.” I’d told her about the wife flashing on our last trip, and she said she’d done that with B years ago. She turns towards the window, looking as if she’s thinking about it, then says she better not. “It would be my luck that I know them,” she laughs; she used to work as a dispatcher for a trucking company, so it’s not as farfetched as it sounds.
“Oh, well,” I admit, “it was just an excuse for me to see them anyway.”
She smiles and says “Oh, I don’t mind showing you.” We’ve passed the trucks and there are no other vehicles nearby, and she casually lifts her shirt and bra, pushing her shoulders together to make the best presentation. L doesn’t do quick flashes, and I have plenty of time to look at them as I keep glancing at the road; I’m a good multi-tasker.
I reach towards her, wondering if she’ll stop me. It thrills me that as my hand gets closer she leans towards me. I stroke her nipple and it hardens quickly, so I pinch it lightly while cupping her boob. After a few seconds I do the same to the other, which she has turned towards me to make it easier. We’re approaching other traffic now, so she leans back and puts herself back together while I take the wheel in both hands. We grin at each other but don’t say anything, and I’m hard as a rock.
A few minutes later we get near the mall area and I ask if she wants to eat first or go to VS. She says she’s starving, so I turn into P.F. Chang’s and go in. It’s a little early for dinner on a Saturday, so we get a good table as soon as we walk in. We both order a beer and after a few minutes looking at the menu make our food orders. Dinner is uneventful, and almost an hour later we’re done and on our way out.
VS isn’t very far, and it’s a nice evening without being too hot and muggy, so we decide to walk over there instead of driving. We hold hands on the way, and since I’d left my ring at home (accidentally; I took it off while mowing the lawn before heading down to L’s and forgot to put it back on) it would be easy to mistake us for a couple. I hold the door open for her when we get to the store and enter after her.
L has a lot of VS clothing already, and has her sizing chart memorized, so knows exactly what sizes she needs. I hope that she will announce that she needs to try something on so that I can offer to come with and help, but she picks out a few things and is ready to leave. We continue walking around the mall (it’s an outdoor mall, but with a lot of shops), still holding hands and talking and laughing together. From time to time we get closer together and put our arms around each other, and one time I put my hand on her ass to gauge her reaction; she snuggles a little closer, then we part a bit and go back to holding hands.
We talk about going to see a movie, and again I start getting ideas of what could happen in a dark theater, sitting close and snuggling. But there really isn’t a movie on that we want to watch, and we decide to head on back home. By this time, B has already sent a text to L saying he was leaving.
The drive back home is mostly the same, without the flashing episode. I consider asking for another show, but decide again not to push too hard. One notable difference is that when I put my hand on her thigh she simply covers my hand with hers, and it seems to me that she moves it slight upwards as we drive. By the time we get home, it’s up to about the mid-thigh area, just below the hemline of her shorts. I’m turning onto her street as I stretch out my pinky and get it just under the shorts, brushing lightly against her skin inches away from her lady bits, and then remove it.
We get inside and L sets her package down and says she’s going to pee. I walk into their bedroom with her, and sit on the edge of the bed looking into their bathroom as she makes her way to the toilet. She’s looking at me and we continue talking while she pulls her pants and panties down and sits. My heart is pounding even though I haven’t seen anything really. She finishes up and stands, taking her time about pulling everything back up; I’m looking pointedly at her legs and where they meet, grinning like a loon. She laughs and calls me a pervert, but shakes her hips a little as she does.
Everything is back in place as she leaves the bathroom and stands in front of me while I still sit on the edge of the bed. I hold out my hand to her, and she takes mine in hers and I tug her gently towards me until she’s standing just in front of me, between my legs. I put my hand on the small of her back, just above the swell of her ass, and lean up to kiss her. She leans towards me and our lips meet and I move my hand down to cup her ass. It’s not the hurried, lustful kisses that we’ve shared when we had little time and had to rush; this is tender and passionate, and we have all the time in the world (or so it seems.)
She places her hands first on my shoulders, and then moves them to cup my face as we continue kissing. My hands have gone from massaging her ass to under her shirt and moving up. I unsnap her bra and push my hands up and arms out, lifting her shirt in one easy motion up over her head, breaking our kiss momentarily. I pull her closer and nuzzle her breasts, licking, sucking and lightly biting her nipples as she writhes sexily against me. She reaches down and rubs my hard cock through my shorts, and I unbutton her shorts and push them down, leaving her panties on.
She steps out of her shorts then reaches down and pulls my t-shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside. She pulls me up and unbuttons my shorts and pushes them and my boxer-briefs down, letting my cock bounce free. We’re still kissing as she strokes me, and my fingers are under her panties playing with her wet pussy and rubbing her clit. She pushes me back onto the bed, where I sit watching as she removes her panties then leans down to take me into her mouth. I’m already producing a large amount of pre-cum, which she laps up hungrily. I scoot back slowly and swing my legs up onto the bed, lying back as she crawls up with me; she never breaks contact and continues sucking me and she swings around so that she is just above me.
I grab her around the hips with both arms and pull myself up, burying my face in her pussy and lapping up her juices. I run my tongue from her slit up to her asshole, where I probe gently before moving back to her lips and clit. I suck and lick as she does the same to me, but soon have to get her to stop before I cum. She turns towards me and rides my face, grinding her mound against my mouth and tongue while I reach up and grope her tits. Her legs are trembling, and soon she shudders to an orgasm and her juices really flow over me.
She lifts herself off my face when it gets to be too much, and scoots down my body. My cock is sticking up at just the right angle that as she comes face to face with me and we begin kissing again (she loves the taste of her juices on my face), with a quick wiggle of her ass the head of my cock slides into her pussy. She rocks back and forth gently, teasing me with her movements and not putting more than the first inch into her until I push upwards and bury myself in her cunt. Her gasp and moan of pleasure is almost enough to make me cum right then and there, but I’m able to hold off.
All teasing done, she sits down and starts riding me in earnest, grinding side to side on the down stroke and lifting up to drop down again. I slide my hands around her ass and stroke her hard, wet clit, then push my middle finger gently into her butthole. She’s squeezing my dick and my finger really hard now, and another orgasm rips through her which causes me to cum immediately. I can feel what seems to be a quart of cum spurting into her vagina and she moans and grinds against me. Finally spent, she lays down on top of me and I pull my finger out of her ass as she pulls forward. My cock slides out of her hole with a wet plop, and I feel my sperm drip onto my groin and stomach as it oozes out of her.
L nuzzles my neck and I turn towards her and we kiss again; we’re both sweating and panting hard, and we giggle into each other’s mouth in post-orgasmic bliss. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she mutters, still nuzzling me. “Maybe, but I’m glad we did,” I answer, grinning. We both start giggling again, and she rolls off me and gets up to get a towel. She wipes her pussy and ass, cleaning off the residue, then comes back to me and cleans the puddle of sperm off my stomach, dick and balls.
When she’s gotten the most of it up, she leans over a little further and sucks my cock back into her mouth, licking and cleaning the last of our combined juices. “Mmm,” she purrs, sending a delicious vibration through me. Whether she planned it or not, I quickly begin to grow in her mouth until I’m back at full mast.
I pull her up and lay her down on the bed, then hover over her between her legs. I slide my dick between her pussy lips, letting the head butt against her clit. She’s still soaking wet and the feeling is indescribably good as I slide into her again and her vagina walls grip my cock. I start slow, loving the feeling of her legs wrapped about my hips as I fuck her.
I sit up and put her heels on my shoulders and push forward, putting my hands on either side of her, until her ass rises up just a bit. I pull out slowly until just the tip is in, and then push forward hard, slamming back into her. Her eyes close and she groans in pleasure as I repeat that several times; pull out slow, then slam back into her. Finally she looks at me and pants “Fuck me, Rob!” I’m a good brother, and I comply willingly; I rock the bed as I pound her faster and harder, our bellies slapping together with a sharp smack.
I move one hand down between us and rub her clit as we fuck, and she spasms and moans through another orgasm. A few minutes later I’m still pounding her as she cums again, and by the time her third one hits her I’m ready to cum as well. At my moans she urges me on. “Come on, brother; cum on me! Cum on my face!”
Right at the edge, I pull out and scoot up, stroking my cock furiously. L raises up just as I start to cum, and my first shot lands on her nose and lips; she licks up what she can reach with her tongue as my next spurts leave a trail from her chin to her belly button. Spent, I lean down and kiss her, tasting my cum on her lips and in her mouth; I lower myself on her and smear my cum between our bodies, reveling in the messiness of it.
We clean up with the towel and lay together, holding each other and talking. It starts getting a bit chilly, and I consider pulling a sheet up over us, but decide against it when I realize how close we both are to dozing off. I still have hours before the wife will be getting home from her game, but I can’t take the chance that I won’t wake up too late to get to the pickup point on time. Besides, as unlikely as it is I’ll sleep that long, if B were to come home and find us snuggled in bed like this, naked, it would be very bad.
I ask L if I can take a quick shower, and she says of course I can. She gets me a towel and wash cloth, then gets in the shower with me. We wash each other, touching and playing while we kiss, but not really with any intent of another round of sex. We just enjoy the closeness and intimacy of being together.
We finish showering and get dried off, and I get dressed. L puts on her night shirt and panties that she normally sleeps in, and we go into the living room. There’s still time, so we sit and watch TV together, snuggling on the couch. After another hour or so, it’s time for me to leave. L gives me a Diet Coke for the ride, and we share one last tender kiss at her door before I leave.
“This really can’t happen again, Rob,” she says.
“I know,” I agree.
“But you never know,” she adds, grinning mischievously.
I smile back at her, and say “We’ll just have to play it by ear.”
“Exactly!” she says, and hugs me. “I love you, brother. Drive safe.”
“I love you too, sissy,” I reply. It’s a long drive back home, but I’m grinning the whole way.
