He wasn’t the best looking bloke I had ever seen but his coyness & delicate shyness turned me on & he was kind of cute in a juvenile way! Ok he had only come to fit the shower probably his first job unsupervised & perhaps his plumbing skills could have been better. But this meek young lad barely out of school was a prize to behold. I mean nicely so. He was polite his mother had clearly taught him good manners. He watched his Ps & Qs & so did I. Though I hoped beneath the nice boy lurked a man.
He was slow too really methodical with is work. Every thing he did was checked & rechecked. Mostly he wasnt aware I was watching him & I did some odd stuff just to catch a glimpse. Sorted laundry in the adjacent room rearranged the airing cupboard cleaned the paintwork all these mindless chores gave me a few minutes to watch him to loose myself to imagine his firmness while all the time I got hotter & wetter. Me at my age – peeping through the door to catch the sight of this delightful young man & my children at school! What a sight he was though & such vivid images just drove me crazy. I was like a crazy horny teenager though I liked the way this subtle voyeurism made me feel.
As he bent down to rummage in his tool box I could see the definition in the muscles in his back & arms. I could tell though that his thighs were firm & likely strong enough to fuck me standing up for the longest of times. What a horny thought that was. I was fed up with unsatisfactory sex. And while I wasn’t averse to seeking out satisfaction elsewhere if the opportunity arose I rarely did. Instead I had learned to rely upon my imagination my touch & my dildo. Okay so I can touch myself to orgasm better than almost anyone but the cold plastic dildo did little to satisfy my need for warm firm cock inside of me.Thats what woke me in the small hours on a regular basis in a total frenzy.
He cleaned up after himself & as I sat on my bed peeping through the door even watching him wash his hands moistened my already soaking pussy. Sitting sideway on my bed looking at him my hands caressed my breasts. He couldn’t see me. As he did his work my imagination reeked havoc & as temptation got the better of me I allowed my hand to pull my pants aside slipping my finger gently along my pulsating lips tracing a gentle line up & allowing my finger to rest easily on my swollen clitoris. I didnt even have to move it the throbbing intensified my finger still on the delicious swelling. I could feel the juice begin to drip down onto my ass.
My finger began to move making gentle vertical small strokes so lightly over my clitoris. Teasing myself feeling the swelling increase – I was becoming more & more excited until I pulled my pants off lay back a little opened my lips & began to stroke myself more frenetically. He worked moving across the bathroom to get his tools. I knew it was only a matter of time before he caught a glimpse. Then it happened. He blushed fumbled with his work & tried to carry on but I knew that by now he would be hard. Watching him trying not to watch me while I worked myself what a trip that was. But he was stubborn & even when I began to whimper he ignored me.
It was one of those days……a day when the pulsating in my cunt & the wetness in my pants – overtook all else. No matter how hard I tried…I just couldn’t distract myself. And on days like that….there was only one thing to quench my thirst…..a uncomplicated fuck.
I drove round the town…prowling for prey. I watched couples hold hands in the high street…..groups of guys congregating outside the bars.
Then there were the man types – rushing around in their sharp suits with their cell phones stuck to their ear. I wasn’t sure that day….just what type to go for….so I carried on cruising.
I drank coffee in coffee shops – watching the waiters in their tight black pants & all the while my pussy throbbed. I sat in the park for a while & considered the rough but kind of sweet – guy mowing the lawn.
Ah….so much choice… I’ve always quite enjoyed teasing myself on days like these….kind of delaying gratification….working out my strategy & allowing my filthy thoughts alone to almost bring me to orgasm.
I took a stroll up the high street – looking in shop windows & enjoying the need in my cunt. As I approached the brow of the hill….I saw a guy smoking outside a bar. …Id found him…and one way or another – I was going to have him. Our eyes locked. I always like to be the dominant one…make the moves….orchestrate the encounter. I asked him for a light – he obliged. And before I had the chance to ask if he wanted a drink…he asked me.
Amber loved sex. With men and women both, she was a true sex fanatic and she took her sexual adventures very seriously…in a fun sort of way. And she was expecting today to be fun and very adventurous.
Amber and her friend Christine were interviewing guys that they could experience a hot and steamy foursome with. Most people didn’t realize that finding just the right partners wasn’t as easy as going to a local bar and bringing someone home. Experience was a necessity and having partners that weren’t shy and didn’t mind taking instructions was a big plus. And Amber wanted this to be very hot not only for herself and the guys involved, but for Christine especially.
Christine had never had a foursome before and she was so excited that Amber could imagine that her pussy was already wet with anticipation. She could tell as soon as these two guys walked into the room, Christine had made her choice and she was more then ready to begin. After some preliminary conversation, Amber and Christine began to explain some of the basics that they wanted and Doug and Jay were more then happy to oblige. And it became obvious very quickly that these horny studs were just as eager to begin as the girls were.
They examined the ladies curvy butts giving them a few smacks just to get things started on a good note. And things definitely heated up quickly after that. While Amber and Christine spread their shapely legs, Doug and Jay licked, fingered and teased their sweet pussies through their panty hose until they were ripping the silky nylon so they could get a real taste of those sweet juices.
Jillian couldn’t believe her luck when she saw the sexy, tall blonde workman that showed up at her house to fix her phone lines. Keeping her eyes off his tight ass in his body hugging jeans was impossible. And watching his muscles ripple under his t-shirt while he worked had her pussy getting hot and wet. Yes, she knew that in some circles she would be called a MILF, a cougar, but she didn’t mind. She was a mature woman with very real and basic needs. And at the moment, she really needed this stiff to fuck her hard and long.
He was finishing up and explaining to her what he had to do to her wiring when she couldn’t seem to stop herself from making a pass at him. Much to Jillian’s delight, he didn’t need a second invitation and in seconds they were ripping each others clothes off and his hands were everywhere on her aching body at once. He slipped two fingers in her dripping wet pussy as he slid his tongue in her mouth and Jillian thought she was going to orgasm at the erotic feel of his fingers and tongue sliding into her slit and mouth in perfect rhythm.
But Jillian wanted, needed, so much more and she dropped to her knees and took his hard, throbbing cock between her hands as she licked the head and circled it with her tongue. His moans coaxed and encouraged her and she slid his manhood deep into her mouth slowly, sucking hard and deep.