Not quite how I thought it would turn out, but no complaints! [m/f] | 2016

Back in my 20's I had a wild time. My ex (Corrine) was living with her BFF (Karly) and they had both been my FWB's for some time, although it was becoming clear that the arrangement was in its twilight days - in fact Corrine now had a BF so it was just Karly now. They had a mutual friend (Kaz) who I had a bit of a soft spot for, but she was in a long term 'relationship'. I use quotes because we all knew that this guy was just using her; for example he had this female friend who had 'issues' which meant that he had to spend a few nights a week at her place. But Kaz didn't want to face the truth, even though she would complain that he wasn't there for her (and she never got enough either). All up I'd known them for about 5 years at this point and it speaks volumes that I'd only met this guy once in all that time, despite knowing Kaz very well. Anyway, I felt genuinely sorry for her and being quite attractive, developed a bit of a 'thing' for her.

So it's Corrine's birthday and she's having a big dinner at a local restaurant and then back to her place for more partying. After learning that Kaz would be there alone (no surprises) I decided that I was going to try to get her into bed. Or something along those lines. I got the suspicion that she was eventually beginning to face up to facts and was tiring of her BF's absence. A case in point, Karly told me that she had drunkenly made out with a guy at a party at their apartment a few weeks earlier. I was going to give Kaz a lift home and make my move then, so I limited myself to a few drinks for the night and waited for the party to wind down.

And then my hopes were dashed completely in one phone call. Kaz announced that her BF was on his way to pick her up to take her home. I was shattered. I contemplated offering her a lift regardless, even propositioning her out-right, but in the end decided it would be futile. When she left I confided in Karly, also adding that with the hours of anticipation building up, I was incredibly horny. She was pretty tired and wasted so she sent me on my way with just her sympathy. I drove home, which was only 5 minutes away, and prepared for a solo session...

The phone rang. It was Corrine, and she cut straight to the chase. "Heather wants to fuck you. If you're interested she'll wait until you get here so you can share her joint." Never in a million years did I think Heather would ever be an option!

Heather was an old friend of the other three, though she lived on the other side of town so I didn't know her as well as the others. She was probably a little over 5', average build, dark hair with a nice enough face, but what really made an impression were her breasts! I have no idea what size they were, but they were pretty big for such a small girl, but not so ridiculously large that they were actually unattractive. From what I'd heard of her, she was a 'good girl' and I'd heard stories of her declining to partake in some relatively tame hijinks years earlier. And I'd heard that Karly's ex was obsessed with her boobs and tried on several occasions, unsuccessfully, to get her to show them. So in truth, as much as I loved boobs, I never really gave Heather another thought (except for one night which I would later learn was an opportunity missed). Until now.

I was back up there in record time (on my motorcycle this time) and knocked gently on the apartment door, only to find it was actually open. It opened directly into the lounge room and I saw at once that the lights were off, though copious amounts of light from outside lit the room in a dull glow. I could also see that the balcony doors were wide open, and the curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze. I closed the door and walked to the balcony, stopping to place my helmet on the table, seeing Heather drawing on her joint. From her vantage point on the 8th floor overlooking the street, she had obviously seen me arrive. She turned around and without saying anything, handed the joint to me. I generally don't partake but on this occasion I took a few draws. I stood next to her, leaning on the railing and taking in the night view. After a few minutes she asked "Are you sure you want to do this?" I was about to answer and then though better of it, instead moving behind her. I clasped my hands around her waist and then pushed my hard cock into her ass. "I think that's a yes" she cooed, turning to me and smiling, as I declined her offer to finish her joint.

Now that this opportunity had presented itself, I wanted to take it slowly and bask in the anticipation. She wore a black singlet top, her breasts stretching it to its limits within what was most likely a black lace bra. As always, she wore a knee-length skirt but instead of her usual black Doc Martins she was barefoot. I asked her if she would remove her bra and put her singlet top back on, for me, and she complied with a giggle, walking to the bathroom. While she did that I removed my own boots, leaving me in a shirt and blue jeans.

She returned looking somewhat triumphant, dangling her bra from her upheld hand. Naturally her boobs sat a little lower without the support of a bra, but in her tight top they still looked impossibly firm. "Now what?" she asked, finally dropping her bra on the floor. I took her hand and led her back out to the balcony, positioning her as I'd first seen her, leaning on the rail and looking out. This time as I moved behind her, I clasped her waist and as I pressed into her, my hands slid up her body and started to caress her tits. She gave a heavy sigh and reached one arm behind my neck to play with my hair, the other pushing its way between our bodies, to find my hard cock. This high up we were never going to be seen by anyone else, but she still insisted on ushering me inside.

From that point even my patience was being tested and it wasn't long before we were naked. I asked her to remove her top for me, and the sight of those magnificent tits bouncing free of her singlet was almost too much to bear! Similarly she asked me to remove my shirt, and then it was my turn again; though this time I pulled down on her skirt myself as she stepped out of it, to remain in a pair of dark coloured panties. She undid my jeans and pulled them down, my erection straining to get free of my underwear. Instead of waiting her turn, she immediately started rubbing it and then, without much ceremony, reached in and pulled it free! She then started kissing my chest and my stomach, agonizingly close to my cock, brushing it occasionally with her cheek. I didn't know how I was going to last more than a few minutes.

I sat on the rug and brought her down gently with me from her kneeling position. I started to remove her panties and when I turned back to face her, our mouths came together in a lustful kiss. I gently pushed her onto her back, again taking in the sight of her glorious rack, but began to kiss her stomach and slide myself down her body to position myself between her legs. With my arms I caressed her ass and her legs, kissing inside each thigh alternately, getting closer and closer to her pussy. She wasn't shaven but she obviously did some landscaping down there - I've never minded either way. Finally I pushed her legs apart and darted my tongue around her pussy and over her clit. If I was going to disappoint her by blowing my load straight away, the least I could do was make her cum a few times first. She moaned deeply and then relaxed her body, completely submitting now to my greedy tongue. I worked away until she started to buck, and then moan some more, until she finally came all over my face.

I tried to keep the focus on her, rather than me, but when she wasn't in the throes of orgasm, she just wanted my cock. I told her that I was pretty wound up, and afraid that it wasn't going to take much to blow. She indicated that she wanted me to fuck her, but not so keen on me coming in her, so we had to be careful. She suggested that she bring me to the edge a few times, in the hope that I could then last a little longer. She was pretty good with her mouth, so I had to tell her to keep it slow. From there we alternated from 69 to me playing with and sucking her tits. It all felt so, so good but I could tell she really wanted to fuck now so I lay her on her back and spread her legs - this was the only position I felt I had enough control over my impending orgasm. We started out slow but each time she bucked and squeezed her pussy I felt that much further from having control and that much closer to losing it. I increased the pace and she reciprocated but I would soon be past the point of no return and I told her as much. "I'm so close!" she yelled, and then "Just fuck me!" I asked her if she was sure, and with her consent I blew my load, filling her little pussy with my hot, steaming cum as she groaned in ecstasy, cumming herself. We ground together for a few moments longer until I pulled out and collapsed on the rug beside her, panting.

When the euphoria had subsided we cleaned ourselves up and returned to the rug. Heather put her panties on but when she went to put her singlet top on, I stopped her, wanting to savor the sight that I had never dared to dream about. We chatted for another half hour or so, and then it was time for her to get to bed (she was crashing on the couch). Still topless, I gave her one long, last, lustful kiss, one long, last, lustful look at her tits, grabbed my helmet, and walked out the door.

Naturally I had to give Corrine & Karly all the details the next day, although I have no doubt they got at least some from Heather before she left that morning. Karly in particular thought it was all very hot, and in fact had me describe it all again when we got together a few days later. She exclaimed that her ex (who I'd met years before) would be insanely jealous, and mused whether she should tell him! I had wondered whether Heather was interested in a repeat performance, and indications from Corrine & Karly were a 'definite maybe'. I did see her a few times after that, but we never discussed it, and then Karly started a relationship and I lost touch with Heather as that chapter of my life was closed (for quite a few years anyway).

In hindsight, I doubt that a night with Kaz would have been any better, or even as good as, that night with Heather. Of course, I'll always wonder, because it's still fun to wonder occasionally!