Amy Visits for the Summer
Part 1 of 3
By Humbert Humbert
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I finished with the last of the buttons on my dress shirt and
reached for the silk tie that I had been assured was the most
appropriate choice for the evening events. I made the familiar Windsor
knot, ensuring it formed a tight triangle against my shirt collar. With
one last adjustment, I glanced at my watch and called out, "Are you
almost ready? It's past 7:00. If we don't leave soon we'll be late!"
"Don't rush me!" came an irritated moan from the closet where
my
wife Sarah was putting the finishing touches on her own ensemble for
the evening. This was the last of her Firm's functions and, as she
frequently reminded me, a pivotal juncture in her becoming the first
woman Partner in her law firm. I admit, I'm not much for these
stuffed shirt parties, but owe it to her to attend, smile, mingle, and
function as the supportive husband.
The doorbell rang. "Can you answer that, I think it's Amy," Sarah
called out from the closet.
"Amy who?" I responded, tilting my head backward, then side to
side, making sure I hadn't missed any spots shaving.
"What do you mean, Amy who?" There was that irritated tone again.
"Amy the babysitter. You remember her!"
Amy, I thought to myself, I only know one Amy. "Amy? -- As in the Amy
who moved away two years ago?"
"Yes, that Amy. She's moved back here for the summer to stay with
her Mom. Good for us, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I suppose so. Beats that other babysitter -- Stacie."
"Tracy -- the other babysitter is Tracy."
"Whatever -- Hey do the kids know?"
"Yes, and they're so excited! They can't wait to see her."
Amy was our longstanding babysitter, the most reliable we ever had,
and the kids were absolutely crazy about her. Having lived a
few houses down from us for a number of years, we watched her grow up
until she practically became an extended member of the family. A truly
pleasant kid, Amy was the epitome of a tom-boy if ever I saw one.
Whenever I spotted her in the neighborhood she was always wearing a
uniform that consisted of beat up overalls, a baggy t-shirt, and matted
hair bound in a pony tail stuffed under a worn Dodgers's cap.
Most days she could be found carting a bat and glove on her way to the baseball
diamond. Rumor had it she played every position better than all the
boys in the neighborhood and if anybody made a comment like girls
should be playing with dolls instead of baseballs, they might just find
themselves on the wrong end of a wicked right hook.
I made my way down the stairs and past the living room, glancing in
to check if the boys were still glued to the TV, their usual
statue like positions these days.
"Guys, I think Amy's here."
Neither looked up from their seemingly comatose trance. I figured it
was a 50 / 50 chance my words had registered. As I moved into the hallway
the doorbell rang again. I turned on the porch light and unlatched
the lock.
As I opened the door I was stopped dead in my tracks. Two thoughts registered
immediately in my mind. The first... WOW the second... WHO is
this???
Standing in the doorway was a young girl, a woman really, probably 18 or
19 years old, and an absolute knockout. Figuring whoever she was, she
must have had the wrong house, I was half way through asking, "Can I help
you?" when she smiled, causing an overwhelming sense of dejavu to rush
over me.
"Amy? -- Is that you?" my voice a mixture of confusion and
disbelief.
She laughed. "Yes, it's me Mr. Jennings. Almost didn't remember me,
did you?"
"Uh, no.. I mean.. Yes, of course I remember you. Come in, and
the name is Mike -- not Mr. Jennings." I stepped aside using my free
hand to motion her towards the hallway. "Wow, you've grown up. The
boys are in watching TV. They can't wait to see you."
Grown up was an understatement. The Amy I remembered as a tom-boy had
transformed herself into a gorgeous young woman. Actually, a more
accurate statement would have been a gorgeous young 'hardbody', but it
seemed impossible to think of Amy in that way. I quickly ran the math in
my head, estimating the time she first moved in up the road, her age
when she moved away two summers ago, and determined she must now be
around 17, although she looked much older. As she walked past me I tried
to remain nonchalant, but quickly became absorbed with every
inch of her feminine curves.
The gangly legs I remembered had filled out into curvaceous thighs.
The non-existent bottom that was always concealed by the baggy
overalls was now a plump, round, perfectly shaped derriere. The
baggy tee-shirt had been replaced by a tight blouse with a dipping
neckline, holding tight a large, full bosom and cleavage. The hair
that always seemed matted and bound by the dusty baseball cap was now
a flowing mane of thick brown curls that stretched down to the middle
of her back.
From behind us I heard the boys racing in from the living room and Amy
was ready for them, crouching with outstretched arms. I guessed they
heard me mention her arrival after all.
"Hey Guys!" she called out enthusiastically, embracing them and
listening intently as they simultaneously blurted out details of their
day. Unlike myself, they didn't seem to notice a change. It was the
same ole Amy. Lucky kids I thought, imagining how much I would like to
be that close to that body.
The more I watched her, the more my imagination took on a life of its
own. With her attention focused on the boys, I was free to truly take
in just how much she had changed. Her facial features were now those
of a woman, no longer a girl. The pudgy cheeks were now sculptured
cheekbones. I traced downward with my eyes the profile of her full
breasts, now exposed as her arms stretched around each boy in a three
way hug.
I noticed how sensuous her mouth was as she smiled and spoke,
revealing perfectly straight white teeth previously hidden behind a
mouthful of metal braces. Her lips were moist and full and I could
almost imagine how they must feel, how they must taste during the
height of a passionate kiss.
What was I thinking! This was Amy for God's sake. The kid I watched
grow up! While I knew these thoughts weren't right, I was captivated
by her presence and found myself becoming involuntarily aroused as my
mind and eyes continued to wander.
Finally my sub-conscious took over and I heard myself speaking before
I had a chance to consider what I was about to ask. "Hey, where's my
hug?"
What did I just say, the words ringing in my own ears.
My saving grace was Amy has always been an affectionate girl, a hugger,
so my request shouldn't have seemed too out of the ordinary, as long as
I kept my wandering imagination in check. No matter, as I had already
blurted out the question and was now forced to live with the
consequences.
Smiling that gorgeous smile, she stood and turned to me giggling. "I'm
sorry, how are you?"
She stretched her long slender arms around my neck and moved towards me.
As she moved closer I could feel her large firm breasts press against my
chest. For a moment I thought I could even sense the shape and texture
of her nipples through the material of her bra, but was sure that was my
wanting imagination.
The fragrance she was wearing seemed to wash over my senses. The
combined sensations of her touch, her smell, her body moving close to
mine sent a shiver down my spine and my heart began to race as the blood
flowed quickly and uncontrollably to my loins. I was having a difficult
time controlling myself, not to mention concealing my obvious state of
arousal.
Amy raised herself up on her tip toes and pulled tighter around my
neck until our bodies came together in what would normally be a
friendly embrace between old friends. However, there was nothing
casual about my thoughts, or my desires, and before I had time to react I
felt, as I'm sure she did, my engorged erection brushing against her
upper thighs. I felt her twitch in my arms and pause as she registered
my obvious arousal and her embrace around my neck started to loosen as
she began to pull away. I was busted and I knew it.
My eyes closed with embarrassment as my mind raced with what would
happen next. Would she slap my face? Would she stand here in front
of the children and shout at me, point me out as the lecher I
obviously was, or would she just pretend to ignore it, only to leave
and never return again? How was I going to explain this to Sarah, to
the kids. Where would I get another babysitter for the Firm event, no
pun intended. I should have just moved to the living room and let her
follow, keeping my passions a secret. God, what was I thinking!
Then, as if the entire incident couldn't get more confusing, Amy stopped
pulling away and instead resumed our embrace, pulling tighter around my
neck. I shuddered as I felt her hips move closer, pressing her denim
clad thighs hard into my engorged cock.
I felt her rock ever so slightly from side to side against me, tracing
my entire length, not noticeable to the kids standing nearby, but
unmistakable to me. Her hair was against my cheek and I could almost
taste her skin. My hands moved downward to her lower back, pulling her
body tight against mine. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms tightly
around her and picked her up off the ground in a bear-hug type squeeze
leaving her legs dangling above the tiled floor.
"Hmmmm -- it's good to see you," I said casually, again as if
greeting an old friend. With her entire body now against mine, I
continued to gently rock her hips back and forth against my throbbing
erection. I was becoming so hard it was almost painful and the fact
that Amy continued to squeeze tight around my neck was even more of a
turn-on, as it was obvious I wasn't the only one enjoying this
impromptu moment of lust.
My mind raced with erotic fantasies of reaching down and grabbing her
gorgeous young buttocks, wrapping her thighs around me, and whisking
her off to engage in a flurry of savage lovemaking, but I was quick to
remind myself of the reality of the situation.
What were seconds seemed like minutes and I clearly didn't want to let
go. Finally, as I lowered her to the ground, I discretely positioned her
so that, for at least that moment, my erection eased between her legs as
she slid down the front of my suit pants. I tried to regain my composure
so as not to call attention to the children, or to Sarah, who was bound
to descend the stairs at any minute.
As she stepped away from me I glanced down and could see her large
round nipples were fully erect, far from hidden, even by the thick
material of her bra and top. She reached out and took my silk tie in
her fingers and ran the length of it slowly from top to bottom through
her hand. Her eyes followed down my shirt until she was staring at the
massive hard-on clearly outlined in the cotton trousers of my suit.
Looking up at me, her big brown eyes met with mine and I could see she
was blushing. She smiled and whispered "You ARE happy to see me --
aren't you Mike," pausing between each breath. I felt myself
blushing in return.
I turned away and pretended to fiddle with the latch on the door so
the kid's wouldn't notice my arousal. Amy turned and called to the
boys who, oblivious to what was happening, were engaged in some
scuffle of their own as small boys often are.
"C'mon guys, let's watch TV," her last words as she took each of
their hands in her own and disappeared into the living room. As I
stood there, my heart racing, my breathing irregular, I wasn't sure
what had really just happened. More importantly, I didn't realize
that this was only the beginning of the erotic torment that would
await me in the remainder of that summer. The summer Amy came home to
visit.
End of Part I
Amy Visits for the Summer
Part II of VIII
By Sundance
(Copyright, 1998)
The Firm function was just what I expected it would be; a
bunch of pompous, overpaid bandits who disguise themselves as
protectors of the law. Our evening was spent migrating from one power
group to the next, listening with a false sense of interest as they
each highlighted their most recent legal conquest.
None of it mattered, as my thoughts were anywhere but there. I was
still back at home, standing in the entryway, remembering every detail
of how Amy's form felt pressed against me. I could still sense the
ecstasy of her firm young thighs pressed hard against my raging
erection. I wanted her like I've wanted no woman, most likely
because I knew I couldn't have her. Face the facts Mike, she's 17
and you're 38. It would never work and the price would be too great
if you were discovered.
As we drove home Sarah couldn't stop talking about how exciting it
would be when she finally made Partner. She'd wanted this promotion
for some time and I had done my best to support her. As exciting and
prestigious as this job would be, the time and energy required to even
be considered had placed a drain on our marriage. While we seldom
fought, we almost never made love, and at best could be considered
compatible roommates. I had hoped once she finally became Partner we
would get back on track as a couple. Only time would tell.
We turned into the driveway and pressed the automatic garage door
opener.
"I wonder how Amy did with the kids tonight," Sarah's first
reference to anything other than the evening's events.
"I'm sure they did fine. The kids acted as if she'd never been
gone. They're really attached to her."
"Did you notice how much that girl has changed? I almost didn't
recognize her. She's all grown up."
"Yeah, she's changed a bit." Understatement of the decade.
"She's still the same sweet Amy though."
"Yeah, she's a good kid for sure. Don't you think Nelson is a
kiss-ass? Did you see the way he was butting up to Frank. Like he's
going to be up for Partner. I don't think so. If anything --"
Blah, blah, blah... her words carried on, melting into a distant hum
in my brain. God sometimes I wished she would just shut up about that
stupid law firm.
We exited the car and walked into the house, Sarah first, with me
following. Even before getting inside the house my heart began to
beat faster knowing any moment I was going to have to face Amy. We
entered the living area and she was just standing up from the couch,
her hair tossed about and her eyes groggy. She must have been asleep
when she heard the door open.
Sarah and Amy talked about how the boys did as they walked together up
the stairs to check on them. I moved to the wet bar and poured myself
a scotch. I needed something to calm my nerves. For all I knew, Amy
was telling Sarah everything, this being the first time they had been
alone since we left.
Several minutes passed and I poured myself another. What were they
saying up there? Just about that time they started making their way
down the stairs. Sarah was still smiling and they both were laughing
so I knew their conversation couldn't have been too serious.
I watched as Amy descended the staircase, her faded denim jeans
covering her firm thighs and hugging tightly around her crotch. There
was some high school expression for that point where you could make
out a woman's anatomy through a pair of tight blue jeans but I
couldn't remember what it was. Her fingertips were stuffed in her
pockets, leaving her with slightly shrugged shoulders, her long brown
hair was split across her neckline and traced down her chest. She
looked across to me, sensing my admiring gaze from my position behind
the bar and replied with that gorgeous smile I had been thinking about
all evening.
The first scotch I had downed had helped to calm my nerves. The
second, which I was finishing now, was helping me to feel downright
cheerful and I raised my glass in a pseudo toast, returning Amy's
smile. Obviously, we weren't on too bad of terms based on my earlier
actions. They reached the bottom of the stairs and Sarah passed me
on her way into the kitchen.
"How did they do?" I asked Amy who was still in the living room
area.
"They did great. They're great kids."
"How much do we owe you? Is five dollars an hour enough?" I asked,
thumbing through my wallet.
"Hey, no charge, it was so great to see them. You can pay me
next time."
Our conversation was interrupted as I heard Sarah call out from the
kitchen. "Mike, can you walk Amy home? It's pretty dark."
I turned and looked at Amy for some reaction, but she had turned away
from me. I was concerned about her feeling uncomfortable being alone
with me based on what had happened earlier. I waited for her to
respond, to look at me, give me some signal, but she ignored the
question and pretended to admire some of Sarah's figurines situated on
a nearby shelf.
What was I going to say? No Dear, I can't walk Amy home as I just
practically molested her in the entryway earlier this evening and she
might think I'll try it again. I downed the last of my scotch and placed
the glass quietly on the bar.
"Sure," I called back to Sarah, "Be back in a bit."
Amy and I made our way to the door and out into the cool night air.
It was a beautiful evening and the streets were illuminated by a
bright full moon. We reached the end of the driveway and she started
to go left towards her house.
"Amy, do you mind if we go this way? Take the long way around the
block. There's something I would like to talk to you about. Honest --
my intentions are gentlemanly. All I want to do is talk."
She paused, then shrugged her shoulders and started down the path I
suggested. We walked silently for a few moments until I finally
spoke.
"I'm sorry about earlier this evening. I got a bit carried away."
"You were funny," she replied smiling. "Do you always get that
excited when you hug somebody?" ending her question with a giggle.
Obviously she wasn't too offended.
"No, actually I don't and I was trying to conceal my excitement
when I hugged you but I guess I didn't do a very good job."
"Well, it would have been pretty tough to conceal that much
excitement." We continued to face straight ahead as we walked.
"I'm glad you weren't offended. It won't happen again. As
mentioned, I just got a little carried away."
"Well, I was partially to blame. I could have stopped it. You
just caught me so off guard and then when I felt -- well, you know --
felt you pressed against me like that -- I got a little excited
myself." This time her giggle was one of nervousness.
I did my best to ignore her comment of being excited, although it was
difficult, and I found myself with that familiar feeling of arousal that
now seemed to surface every time I was near her. We continued to walk in
silence until we were almost to the bend in the road that would return
us to her house. Finally she spoke again.
"Mike, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, anything."
"You don't think badly of me for not stopping you earlier, do
you? I mean, normally I would never let something like that happen.
The whole thing just caught me so off guard and because it was you,
somebody I knew, somebody I trusted, I just kind of went with it, you
know?"
"Of course I didn't think badly of you. If anything, I was the
one who took advantage of your trust, but I think you realize the
whole thing wasn't planned. I would never intentionally take
advantage of our friendship. Like I said, I write the whole thing off
to us both reacting to the unexpected. Ancient history as far as
I'm concerned."
"So we're still friends." she said, turning to me.
"Still friends."
"Good, because I need a good friend right now." She paused before
continuing, seeming to change the subject.
"I was worried you'd think I was some type of slut or something."
"That's ridiculous."
"I've only been with one guy in my life, my ex-boyfriend Rick.
We broke up over a month ago. He cheated on me with some bitch bimbo.
That's a lot of why I'm here for the summer, to get away from that
whole thing. I really miss him. The fun we used to have -- the
sex, but there was no way I was going to put up with him sleeping
around."
Her sentence trailed off as I heard her voice start to quiver and
could see her eyes begin to well up with tears. Great, I thought to
myself. I never could handle a woman crying. Then I thought of her
last comment. She missed the SEX! This Rick schmuck, whoever he was,
had access to that body and still found the need to cheat! I think a
lobotomy is in order.
We reached her door and she turned to face me. "Thanks for walking me
home. Can we stand here for a minute? I can't let my Mom see me
crying again."
"Sure, you say the word," I replied, placing a reassuring hand on her
shoulder.
"You know what? I could really use a hug right now."
Her words hung in the air as my mind rushed back to the last time I
hugged her in the entryway. I took it as a sign she trusted me, that
I wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
"Of course, what are friends for," and I reached out to her.
This time instead of putting her arms around my neck she laced them
around my waist. I felt the familiar sensation of her firm breasts
pressing into my chest and once again my breathing quickened.
"I can hear your heart beating," she mumbled, her cheek pressed tight
against my chest. "Are you nervous?"
I didn't respond. Instead, I did my best to maintain my composure,
but the feel of her body against mine was causing my mind to race with
memories from earlier that evening. I felt my cock climbing upward in
my trousers. I tried to ease my hips backward to avoid brushing
against her as I had before. She momentarily released one hand from
my back and wiped the tears from her eyes, then returned to our
embrace and it happened again. As she pulled me close there was no
mistaking my mood and, just like before, she didn't move away.
I started to suggest she go inside. I knew if I didn't I would find
myself in real trouble. Before I could suggest we part ways I felt
her hand run from behind me, up across my chest, and her fingers brush
against my lips.
I waited for her to speak, but she didn't. She only looked up at me
with those penetrating brown eyes. Then I felt her hand start to run
slowly down my chin, across my chest, and finally down my stomach.
There was no mistaking her destination and, while I knew I should stop
her, I couldn't bring myself to do it. She crossed over my belt
buckle and quickly found her way to my weak point. She gripped
tightly the shaft of my engorged cock and squeezed through the
material of my pants, running her fingers slowly up and down.
"My God you're thick," her only words as she continued to move her
hand in a rhythmical motion. I heard myself moan and did my best to
remain quiet so as not have her Mother hear us. I finally placed my
hand on her own, forcing her to pause.
"We should stop this now," I moaned. "Before we do something
we'll both regret."
"If you want me to stop, I will," she whispered back, moving her
hand back against the bulge in my trousers and resuming her up and
down movements. "But I don't think you really do." She smiled.
"Mike, I want to see it. Will you show it to me?"
"Here? I don't think so."
"Over there, under the tree. Nobody will see us over there.
Please?"
I glanced over to the mature Oak tree that was planted on the side of
Amy's Mother's front yard. It had large full branches that hung down
and I could envision us stepping behind them, thoroughly concealed
from anybody passing by. What was I thinking? I couldn't do this.
She was 17, a minor according to the law, and the babysitter of our
kids for Pete's sake. The irony was that all the things that made
this a taboo event also made it incredibly exciting.
Before I had time to respond she had taken me by the hand and was
leading me behind the tree. I found myself following, the scotch
still swirling in my head and no doubt releasing my inhibitions.
She pushed a hanging limb aside and led us inside the small cove
formed by the tree branches. Placing her hands on my shoulders she
guided me around and pushed me against the large trunk of the tree.
With a hungry look in her eyes she worked quickly to unbuckle my belt
and unsnap my trousers. I had to admit it, while I knew this was
wrong, I wanted desperately to be free, to feel the night air against
my exposed skin, to feel her eyes wash over me.
With my pants undone, she now moved more slowly, folding back the
lapels of my trousers. She reached inside the flap of my boxer shorts
and took a firm grip of my stiff cock. Using her free hand to lift
the band of my underwear, she made enough room to release me. I was
practically purple with passion and harder than I could remember being
in some time. Her eyes grew wide as she took me in her hand, gently
at first.
"My God Mike," she moaned, staring down at me. "You're so big, so
thick. You're much bigger than Rick."
I looked down at myself. Her small hand was wrapped tightly around
the base of my raging hard-on and she was loosening her grip only
enough to stroke my entire length. My own arms were wrapped behind me
holding on to the tree for support. I watched as her long red
fingernails dug gently into my skin, stroking slowly, then faster,
then slowly again. I started to release pre-cum and she quickly
took advantage, moving up to the head and taking the thick mixture in
her fingers, rubbing it around and down my length.
Looking first in her eyes, then to her shoulders, I was drawn to her
full breasts that heaved in the moonlight. Her nipples were fully
erect and piercing through her shirt. I released my hands from the
tree and moved them to just above the band of her tight jeans. I took
small handfuls of her shirt material in my fingers and pulled it free
from inside her pants. Slowly I rolled up her top and over her chest
until it was just under her chin. Her breasts, bound by a white lace
bra, were magnificent. Large, full, and young, not yet impacted by
the forces of gravity.
As she continued to stroke my cock, I reached around her back and found
the clasp of her bra. With the finesse that only an experienced lover
could bring, I unsnapped it with ease and pulled it forward, raising
the bra up and over to also rest below her chin.
"Oh yes," were her only words.
I could sense she felt the same freedom I felt when she finally released
the buttons on my trousers. I could now take in her breasts in all their
glory. Her nipples were brown, large, and stiff with pleasure. My hands
moved up and I squeezed them in my palms.
"Ohhhhhhh..yes!" she moaned, as the pace of her strokes around me
quickened.
I used my fingers to tug on her nipples, gently pulling, then releasing,
and then resuming my massage. I moved my mouth towards hers and she met
me with her tongue. Her lips were as sweet and as intoxicating as I
imagined and within moments we were consuming one another.
I ran my hands along her ribcage and down to her belt and began to
unfasten it. She grabbed my hands and paused from our passionate
kissing. "Mike, no -- we can't do that now --not here."
I moved my lips to her neck and ran then up to her ear. "That's not
what I had in mind," I whispered. "I only want to see you, to touch
you," and I returned my hands to her belt.
She allowed me to unfasten it, followed by the button and zipper that
held closed her tight denim blue jeans. I pulled the flaps back and slid
my hands inside the waistband of her panties, feeling her baby soft skin
against my fingertips.
Her jeans were tight and I needed her help to get them down. She
pulled and wiggled a bit until they were just below her hips before
returning her hands to my face and our passionate kissing. I picked
up where she left off, pulling her pants and panties down the
remainder of the way until they were just above her knees.
I guided her backwards and away from me so that I could look at her. The
moonlight was shining down on her through the tree branches, her large
firm breasts bare and heaving, her nipples hard and begging for
attention. My eyes worked down her stomach to her narrow naked hips,
across the triangle of hair, the gateway to the area that I so badly
wanted to explore. Her thighs were perfect, and the half-dressed appeal
brought on by her jeans and panties being half way off was almost too
much to handle.
She looked up at me as she ran her fingers across her nipples, then
down her stomach, and finally between her legs. "Do you like my body,
Mike?" she asked in the most innocent of voices.
"You can't imagine Amy," my only words as I reached forward with
one hand placing it on her lower back and pulling her towards me.
With the other I slid my fingers lightly against her pussy, which was
practically steaming in the humid summer air. Her back arched against
my hand and she dug her fingers into my arms for support. Her head
leaned back and her long brown hair dangled towards the ground as her
mouth opened, just as I slid my fingers back and forth across her
swollen clit.
Leaning forward, I took her hard nipple between my teeth and let my
tongue dance over it. "Ohhhhhhhhh", her moans were getting louder as
my fingers inserted in and withdrew from her hot box.
"I'm going to cum", she finally told me, as the pace and frenzy
of my touch increased.
She leaned forward and buried her mouth into my dress shirt to avoid
being heard. It was like the sound of somebody screaming into a pillow
for mercy, but I was relentless, alternating between penetration and
massage of her most sensuous point. Her knees began to quiver and I had
to tighten my grip around her back to help support her weight.
Finally, her orgasm subsiding, she grabbed my hand, forcing me to stop.
She was clearly out of breath and while she rested I continued to apply
gentle kisses to her cheek and neck. Finally, she took my face in her
hands and looked deep in my eyes.
"I want you so bad right now," she said with absolute seriousness,
running her hands down my chest slowly until she reached my cock. I felt
like I might explode and twitched as she grabbed me tight, forcing it
back into the flap of my boxers.
"Amy, you can't leave me like this."
"Oh, you're not going anywhere," were her words as she grabbed
the band of my underwear and dragged my pants down to my upper thighs
allowing the night air to wash over me. We stood facing one another,
half naked. "Oh baby," her only words as she looked down at me.
She began slowly, using one hand to span my entire length while the
other cupped and slightly squeezed my balls. Her mouth ran up my neck
and across my chin until she had my lower lip between her teeth. We
stood eye to eye as she released my lip and placed both hands around
me. Her hands were small and they could both lay end to end along the
length of my swollen member. I could tell my size and her dual hand
position was really turning her on and she began to pump faster. I
wouldn't be able to last much longer. Realizing, based on her age and
experience, she might not be ready for what would happen next, I knew I
should warn her.
"I think.... we..... better stop..... soon," I couldn't finish the
sentence.
"Whaaaat,"" she asked, smiling the most delicious smile, as if she
didn't know what I meant. Then.....
"I want you to cum on me Mike. I want you to cum ALL over me!"
she moaned, laying to rest any doubts about knowing where this was
headed.
My knees grew weak and I felt a boiling sensation in my balls. I
opened my eyes and looked down at her large exposed breasts, her fully
erect nipples, heaving so near to me. She moved closer, positioning
my cock close to her stomach, her breasts now jiggling with the motion
of her unrelenting pumping grip. I couldn't believe this was
happening.
"I'm cumming," the only words I could mutter. I reached forward and
took her waist in my hands for support as we both looked down just in
time to see me erupt across her chest. My cum ignited with a primal
force, jetting across her skin in wave after wave, seeming to almost
reach her neck before running down her chest like little rivers. She
didn't slow down until I started to go limp in her hands, only then
moving from long strokes to a circular motion, using the swollen head
to spread my juices across her tanned, flat stomach.
I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I leaned against the tree, my
eyes closed. I finally opened them when I felt her release me. She
was looking down at herself, no doubt wondering how she would redress
without drenching her clothes.
"Here, I have something for that," reaching into my pocket and
pulling out my handkerchief. She used it to remove the last of my
cum from her nipples and handed it back to me. She refastened her bra
and finished tucking her shirt back into her pants. In the mean time
I used the rag to clean myself up and tucked in my own shirt.
"You're a bad boy Mike," she said with a sinister grin. "I didn't
think you had this in you."
I just smiled. We made our way to the front of the house and I bid
her farewell, casually so as not to call attention to any neighbors.
She entered the house and I turned, making my way back home. As I
walked I tried to come to grips with everything that had happened
that night. One thing I was sure of.
The summer Amy came to visit would be one hot summer indeed.
End of Part II