This story was one that had been in my head for a while. It’s Katie again, this time in first-person present tense, describing her stay with her friend Ann and Ann’s father. The story opens up with Ann’s father creeping through the house, making his way downstairs, and trying not to wake his daughter or her friend the night after they arrive. Katie is listening to him, already thoroughly infatuated, and thinking about her plan.
She doesn’t wait long. Before you know it, she’s up and getting ready to head downstairs.
I get up and realize how excited I am. I stand in front of the mirror in my silk pajama top and look at myself. My hair doesn’t look too bad, it’s tousled but in a sexy kind of way. My breasts are pushing against the fabric; with it buttoned up you can only see the cleavage. I decide to unbutton all but one button. I look at the reflection and grin, perfect. I move around a bit, turn from side to side. Now they are more visible but not falling out. From either side you can see the gentle curves, the roundness and weight of them, but not the nipple. From the front you can see the inside of the curves, the pertness. I turn and look at myself over my shoulder. It’s a long pajama top, comes down to the top of my thighs. It’s my favorite thing to sleep in. If I sit down, it’s going to be a show. I pull it up a bit and look at the little boy shorts underwear I have on. It’s black lace and only covers half my ass cheeks. Satisfied with the overall look, I drop the top back down and head toward the bedroom door.
Katie’s stories are always interesting that way. They don’t have a lot of back story. Katie wants, she desires, she’s devours the men she finds attractive. It seems to be all she thinks about. She’s obsessed with older men, men in their fifties, strong men who take care of themselves. I often wonder if we will ever find out what her life is all about. So far, it’s all just snippets and little pieces of stories – in this story we learn that she doesn’t really talk to her family, that she’s glad to be away at college. So far, she seems to do one thing well and that is bring her and her chosen partner (she is always the pursuer, the temptress, never the pursued) to climax.
I move my hips in his grip and slide my muff along the length of his shaft. He moans. I lift my arms above my head, stretch my body and arch against him. He feels so good, his stiffness against me, his strong hands on my waist, his warm breath. I look at him and he is taking it all in, soaking in the view of my tender body. I grin and bite my lower lip as I slide off his legs and down to the floor. His eyes get wide. He looks like he can’t believe what’s about to happen, like it’s too good to be true. I flip my hair back over my head doing my best to look sexy, like a hot little vixen. I lick my lips and stare at it, the hot thick rod between his legs. I wrap my left hand around the base of it and point it at my face. I gently squeeze and tug on it until a little more of the clear liquid appears. I move my head toward it and watch him hold his breath in anticipation. I open my mouth, look up at him and grin before I lick the tip of his cock. He tastes salty. I lick him again, this time I running my tongue along his girth. I start at the base, above where my fingers are wrapped around him, and drag my tongue to the top. He moans and thrusts his hips. It feels so good to watch him enjoy it. I do it again before opening my mouth and slipping him between my lips.
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