Stories | 2016

We were in our late teens, and had crushed on each other for years. She was a dirty blonde and a rich brat. She rode horses, and, as a result, she was trim: firm legs, tight ass, and perky tits. Her tits weren't huge, maybe 36B, but they were damn near perfect.

We arranged to stay together at her housekeepers apartment. It was a bit awkward, as I arrived with her brother and one of his best friends. I politely excused myself and went into the extra bedroom, where she was already in bed.

“Just sit back and relax”, I told her. “I want you to enjoy this”. I watched her eyes flutter as I caressed her warm thighs, goose bumps forming everywhere. I started to kiss her neck lightly, each kiss taking a bit more breath away. I kissed until I reached her breasts. I could feel her fingers lightly stroke my hair as she began to tremble as the chills ran down her spine. I massaged her nipple gently with the tip of my tongue. She goes from stroking my hair to grabbing my head. I move down from her breasts and continue kissing past her stomach. I finally make it to her sweet spot.