“Should you want to see mine” Part-6 Continues….
Though she’d undone her bra, she held it in front still covering her breasts. “Well? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!” She giggled seductively.
I had had the pleasure of actually playing with her boobs at the drive-in, and then again later while up at the lake, though I’d not actually gotten a really good look at them. Her tease was already sending signals down to my cock, which I’d felt had begun to stiffen.
Diane was a very tall statuesque dishwater blonde with green eyes. She didn’t have overly large breasts, but they were certainly full and enticing, though I still couldn’t see all that much of them as she stood there.
“My sister’s just down stairs,” I answered back foolishly.
“I know, I’ve already said hello,” she grinned lowering her arms. As she did so, her bra slid away revealing two very beautiful, very alluring breasts. Her nipples were a rosy pink, sweet puckered tight little areola surrounding what looked like tiny little strawberries on top of each. Already my mind was seeing them covered in sweet cream finishing out the desert. “She told me you where up here.”
The fact I had only put on a pair of cut-off sweatpants, no briefs, left little to the imagination as my prick continued to swell, soon tenting the front of my sweats quite noticeably. An observation that was hard to miss, which she didn’t, looking down and directly at my rapidly swelling member. One again she laughed.
“Well I’m glad to see you’re happy to see me, or at least…that is,” she smiled even more. “Though you’re sure being stand offish,” she added now looking back up into my eyes. “Would you prefer I redress?”
“No!” I answered immediately. Seeing her again after all this time had reawakened feelings I’d begun having about her, but even as I did, the nagging thought remained in the back of my mind with regards to Xaviertoo. Never before in my entire life had I been so confused about a given situation. Here, standing in front of me was a very beautiful woman who obviously had some sort of feelings and affections towards me. In seconds,
she would no doubt be naked, as I now knew that I would be too. And yet…downstairs in her room doing God knows what at the moment with Michelle and June, I still thought about Kris, my feelings for her just as strong as they’d ever been. But she had laid down a new set of rules, unbending as I saw them, a reminder that the two of us would never again share the one on one type of intimacy I had begun to hope for.
She smiled when I said that. Her hands suddenly undoing the button on her jeans, her zipper soon following as she tugged the waist of them down and away from her full sensual hips. I sat mesmerized, watching her bend over as she pushed them the rest of the way down. Her lovely young breasts dangling provocatively in front of my eyes as I followed them, nipples pointing at the floor now, even easier to see their erect length as she did so.
Once again she stood, now wearing nothing more than a bright red thong that pointed at her crotch like a homing beacon as I sat there staring at her. I could even see the outline of her pouty cunt lips pressing against the thin, tightly stretched material, and what appeared quite possibly as a small darkening spot near the bottom. Diane slipped her hand down the front of them coyly, moments later retrieving that same hand, licking and then sucking her fingers.
“Remember that party up at the lake?” She asked, now walking over, to sit on the end of the bed, though she soon scooted up on it, laying back, making herself comfortable as I sat there looking at her, beginning to drool at the mouth.
“How could I forget?” I replied back, still drinking her in, all thoughts of my sister and her friends downstairs suddenly disappearing.
We had gone to the lake with a group of friends, and had made a considerably large bonfire sitting around it for warmth. It had been a particularly cool night, and there had been plenty of blankets all around for everyone as we wrapped ourselves together in one, sitting side by side with several other of our friends nearby. She had given me my fifth, or perhaps sixth only ever hand job that I’d been given by a woman. All done in torturing, tantalizing secrecy there beneath the blanket as we sat before the fire.
Though we both had our suspicions we weren’t the only one’s fooling around in such a manner as the silence that fell amongst us all, had become readily apparent. Most sat kissing, though there were enough subtle hand movements within the blankets to suggest an orgy of pleasures taking place. I had again fondled and enjoyed her soft breasts without ever seeing them, had even enjoyed rubbing her crotch through her jeans, which she’d allowed as she stroked me. But it was as far as she’d permitted me to go that night, horny as she obviously was.
I watched now as she lay atop my bed, her hand once again snaking down beneath the small thin patch of material, stretching it upwards so that the thinnest of strips now split her rapidly appearing lips, causing them to flow out to either side of the bright thin red line that now cut them perfectly in two. She lay fingering herself, unabashedly, looking at me as she smiled coquettishly and spoke.
“After you came,” she smiled even more broadly, “And I got up to go wash off, and pee like I told you?” She continued. “I did something else too…that you never knew about,” she then hinted.
“Oh? What?” I wasn’t stupid, I now had an idea what she was alluding to, but I now wanted to hear her say it, tell me what she’d soon after done.
“I walked down to the lake, the moon just full enough to see by as I did,” she began, now clearly fingering herself as she spoke. I couldn’t help but look down at myself, the appearance of a small wet spot now forming upon the light gray sweatpants I was wearing. “I didn’t really have to pee,
” she said. “But I was fucking horny, as you well knew,” she again grinned. “And though I’d enjoyed the feel of your hands on my breasts, even rubbing my pussy through my jeans, it was only the third date we’d been on together,” she said reminiscing, looking as though she was reliving that moment in minute detail as she spoke, closing her eyes.
“Yeah, I know,” I said standing, my prick hard, stiff and straight, forcing me to stretch out the waistband of my sweats as I pulled them off, my cock now jutting fully out in front of me as I crossed over towards the bed, climbing in next to her. Even then, Diane didn’t open her eyes, though she smiled sensing the additional weight upon the bed, as I slid in beside her.
“I didn’t want you to think I was too easy,” she said, finally opening her eyes, spotting my rock hard prick immediately, her hand reaching over to grasp it, and then closing her eyes again. “So anyway…I squatted, had anyone been looking or seen me from back by the fire, they’d have thought I was actually peeing. But I wasn’t. I sat there fingering myself, I was so aroused, so horny, so excited, I couldn’t help it. At that moment,
I wanted more than anything for you to come looking for me, find me there the way I was, with my fingers working my pussy, just the way they are now,” she grinned opening her eyes, squeezing my cock and watching as a fat droplet of pre-pleasured juice emerged from the tip of it.
“I almost did,” I told her. “But even though you’d just jerked me off, I still had enough of an erection that I couldn’t easily get it back inside my jeans just yet,” I laughed. “And I did turn around, saw you down near the lake, squatting, and obviously to me, it did look like you were peeing, and I wasn’t about to embarrass you by coming down and disturbing you while you did that.”
I had reached over, my hand now going where it had never gone before. At least not directly. Diane even accommodated me, pulling her thong off to one side, revealing even more of her wet, succulent juicy split as my finger now probed, suddenly disappearing inside her. She gasped as I did that, one hand coming up to automatically touch and caress her own breast. I leaned over, now capturing her neglected tit between my lips, sucking it, yet speaking as I did so.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she responded, rolling over onto me as she said that. She reached down, I felt her hand once again locate my dick as she touched herself with it, rubbing it slickly up and down between her lips, masturbating her clit with it, teasing herself, moaning pleasurably as she did so. My head was a jumble of emotions, my thoughts careening wildly like a runaway freight train as she pleasured my prick against herself.
**
Time for me had stopped, though the knock on my door brought us both spiraling down from our pleasured highs back to the present. A single knock, followed quickly by two more. I looked up towards the door, saw Xavier Trying the knob, it was locked.
“Yeah?” I called out. “What is it?” I could hear the strained tone in her voice as she answered.
“Diane’s father just called, he’s on the way over to pick her up,” she said through the door. “He should be here any minute,” she warned us, sounding less than enthusiastic as she did so.
“Ok, thanks!” I answered back for the two of us, listening to the sound of her leaving heading back down the stairs.
Diane immediately scrambled out of bed putting her clothes on, as I did. “We’re heading back in the morning,” she informed me. “I don’t know what your plans are after graduation, or if you’ve even decided to go back to school, but should you want to come up and take a tour of the campus,