A Visitor's Pleasure - part one
That look she gave me, right when she arrived...
It made me feel excited and embarrassed at the same time, but I could not avoid her gaze. At first I thought I could not interpret it, but then I quickly realized, I knew exactly what it meant. She was getting turned on by looking at me, and at the same time it got me horny to look back at her. It was as if I was saying: “It’s all good, babe, you’re getting me hot too.”
I had to remind myself that this was my husband’s childhood friend that was visiting us. His little sister he never had. But she was quite a beauty too: slim and athletic, though wonderfully curvy, a gorgeous face, lovely hair, and her incredible looking skin… Her long legs and exposed midriff were so inviting to touch.
“I’m Evelyn!” she said, and greeted me European style with a kiss on each cheek.
“Come on in,” I said, regaining my composure. “I've been excited to meet you.”
I didn’t know what to expect when Evelyn announced she was coming to visit me. We had been close friends since grade school, and eventually she was the one I lost my virginity to. That was only three weeks before our move to a different town, so our relationship ended right then. Eventually, although we remained friends, our contact became sporadic, until we hadn’t heard from each other for years.
And now she was walking through our front door, full of her infectious cheerfulness and self-confidence, saying hello to my wife Jane, then running across the room to jump up and wrap her arms and legs around me. I couldn’t hide the instant erection pressing against my jeans and into her belly, which she was squeezing against me tightly.
“Patrick, how are you doing? You’re looking so good! Let me take a good look at you!”
And with that she started stroking the muscles on my upper arm, but aiming towards my chest hair sticking out from under my shirt. I had to pull away, or else I felt I would jump her bones right there in front of Jane. Grabbing her bags, I started leading her towards the guest room.
“Did you have a good flight? Are you hungry, or would you like to join us for a glass of wine?”
Sitting by our patio table I couldn’t keep my mind from drifting. Not that my attention was needed anyway, as Patrick and Evelyn were busy catching up on things, and reminiscing their past. Yet, as I was sipping on my wine, I could not forget that look Evelyn greeted me with. Just simply thinking about it made my pussy tingle.
Even now, I must have been staring at her, lost in my thoughts, dreams, and admittedly nasty fantasies involving this goddess of a woman. I had considered trying sex with a girl on many occasions, but in the end I never got turned on very much… that is, until now. I simply could not get that thought out of my mind.
Occasionally she would catch me staring at her, which at first I found embarrassing, but then she gave me another one of those “I want your sexy body!” looks, followed by a smile that said: “Or whatever, but you seem to be as fun-loving as I am.”
It was great seeing Evelyn again. Her easy-going way, as if she was walking on clouds, made me feel liberated from inhibitions myself. She kept talking about people we knew, people she hooked up with, relationships she’s had, and once again about other people who had hooked up with people we knew. It included a lot of sex, though without ever being indiscreet or gossipy. If anything, it suggested that Evelyn herself was a major slut, and quite proud of it.
Occasionally I got worried that she would mention what we had done as teens, telling in her where’s-the-problem way, how I fucked her for the first time. I hadn’t told Jane anything about it. Not that I wanted to keep it a secret, but I didn’t see a reason to go into the details either. Sitting here with Evelyn, however, I felt that any moment the shoe could drop, and the night would turn out unpleasant and full of tension. But in the end the opposite happened.
It wasn’t late, but Evelyn announced that she was sleepy and wanted to retire. She thanked us profusely, paying particular attention to Jane, as she wished her a good night.
As soon as Evelyn had gone to her room, Jane pulled me into our bedroom, and said with a husky voice that she wanted me to fuck her. Hard. Now! I was relieved that she was not upset or suspicious, and also glad that I could channel my excitement from my sexy childhood friend into the proper venue, that is the pussy of my wife. Amazingly, she had been so close to cumming, that it only took a few strokes inside her before she erupted in a powerful orgasm. When she noticed that I was on the edge myself, she took my throbbing member into her mouth, and let me fill it with my seed. Finally she gave me a long kiss, snowballing the last amount into my own mouth.
“What got you so horny, dear?” I asked, to which she just winked, throwing the same question back at me.
Those few minutes of highly intensive sex with Patrick was exactly what I needed, or so I thought, as I was drifting asleep. When I awoke the next morning, I knew that it wasn’t true. Sure, it was good to let out that horny pressure, but the original cause remained unattended. I kept thinking about Evelyn…
Patrick was still asleep, and I got up to go to the bathroom. The door was open, and I didn’t even think anyone was going to be in there, but to my luck, I saw Evelyn standing there in all her naked beauty, about to get into the shower.
Normally there would have been a moment of shock, followed by a quick retreat under many apologies, but none of this happened this time. Instead, there was the same look that got my pussy flowing, so I stood once again staring at her, mesmerized.
Evelyn flashed a sweet smile, walked over to me slowly, then taking me by the hand led me to the shower. As if under her spell, I followed. I didn’t care that I was still wearing my silk pajamas, nor about the fact that the door stood wide open. She turned on the water, and the two of us started kissing as it hit us.
The soaked silk clung to my body, turning transparent against my erect nipples and trimmed pussy hair. Evelyn planted kisses all over my face, while caressing my back, my tits, my hips, my butt, my thighs… Like a Hindu goddess with multiple arms, she was everywhere on my body.
I returned her kisses, feeling her large boobs, her soft skin, her firm butt… I was about to melt. That’s when I felt her fingers on my holes. Her middle finger was sliding in-and-out of my gushing pussy, while her thumb was pressing against my anus. I gasped for air, and was rewarded with her tongue in my mouth. Full of passionate hunger I pressed down against her thumb, which entered my butt. By now another finger had joined fucking my pussy, and I could not contain myself any longer. I don’t know if I actually made noise, but it felt like a screaming orgasm had left my body.
I found myself in Evelyn’s arms, still under the water showering down on us.
“Did that feel nice, dear?” she asked. “Seems like you really needed that.”
“Oh yes,” I said, still a bit disoriented, though feeling wonderfully relieved. “Let me make it up to you, please?”
“Do you want to lick me...” Evelyn asked, turning off the water, and sitting onto the edge of the tub, spreading her legs.
I didn’t have to be asked twice. Still in my dripping pajama I knelt down in front of her, and hoped I would do a good job providing oral service. It was literally my first time doing this.
Can't wait;)
So good.........