A few weeks ago, one morning before I got up, Dad had risen early and left for work just after 7:00 am to attend an important meeting. I’d heard him moving around downstairs but as I didn’t have any lectures, I had put his breakfast things out on the kitchen table the previous evening, so that all he had to do was pour his cereal add milk, sugar, boil the kettle, and make his toast.

I stayed in bed for another hour or so, then got out of bed to go downstairs to tidy up, wearing my light blue cotton pyjamas under a white towelling robe. I still felt sleepy, a little bleary in fact. I sat at the breakfast room table, sipping fresh brewed coffee as I waited to become fully awake. I hadn’t showered, my hair was a wild mess, but I had cleaned my teeth, I smelled warm and musky, and if I could use a word to describe a smell as a shape, it was softly round, a bit beddy. It’s at times like that, when I’m warm and unthinkingly pliant, in what could be considered ‘sleepy hamster mode’ that I feel at almost my most sexually aware.

I finished my coffee, and brewed another pot, then spent some time in the kitchen, putting the breakfast China into the dishwasher. The doorbell rang, I wasn’t expecting anybody but without thinking I padded to the door and answered it.

“Hello Lucy, I hope I’m not disturbing you, is your dad home?”

It was Gordon, he had been an acquaintance of my fathers for a long time, they did a little business together occasionally, making substantial amounts of money. He sometimes visited in the evening, when he would sit in the lounge, and they would discuss financial opportunities. Dad didn’t particularly like him, but he was a good businessman, and Gordon certainly knew his way around the money markets.

When he visited in the past, I didn’t pay very much attention to him, usually lying on the floor, or on one of the sofas, either watching TV or listening to music on my headphones. He would cast the odd look over at me now and again, particularly if I was lying over the beanbag, and my bottom was peeping out from under my dress. Knowing that, I very often twisted around on my tummy, moving my legs apart, or one of my knees up toward my hip, revealing quite an expanse of my knickers, as they stretched over my nice round bum.

He wasn’t like some of the men who called in to see dad, a lot of them were plain and simple dirty old men, who liked to look up a young girl’s skirts, hoping to catch a glimpse of panties, enjoy a bit of bare flesh. I usually tantalised them a bit, bending over, or crouching down with my knees apart. One or two offered me presents, in some cases money for a more private meeting. It was a surprise how many offered to introduce me to fashion photographers, or heads of model agencies, sometimes film directors, but I never took any of them up on it. I just enjoyed the feeling of power as I saw them get hard, and subsequently frustrated by me showing just a little, but nowhere near as much of what they wanted to see. Gordon wasn’t like them, yes, he watched and looked, but I never actually minded him doing that. Somehow, I knew what he wanted, yet I didn’t consciously try to provide him with it, making what he did see genuinely unintended, and so all the more enjoyable for him.

However, I’ll admit that it was always thrilling when I caught him looking, my dad was usually too focused to notice anything, his attention on the projections and yield reports that Gordon brought along. Apart from that, he was used to seeing me relaxed and sprawling about the place anyway.

“No, I’m afraid not Gordon, he went to work early this morning, some sort of meeting I think.”

“Oh, that’s a shame, I have some documents for him to review. Could I leave them with you, so he gets them later?”

“Yes, of course, its lucky for you I’m off today.”

“Not really, you mentioned it last Friday when I was here.”

I was still so muddleheaded that I didn’t pick up on the meaning of what he had said. Though I had a faint recollection of my teasing him, mostly in the usual way, but I did turn over onto my behind, and open my knees to put my feet flat on the floor, in preparation to stand up. My skirt had slipped into my lap, exposing my plump vulva pressing against the cotton gusset of my panties, like two small, curved yet smooth mini bananas pressed side by side in my crotch under the soft clingy material, straining and bulging in delicious invitation. I’m I remember his eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open in undisguised astonishment for an unguarded moment or two.

“I’ve just brewed a fresh pot of coffee, would you like a cup?”

“I was hoping you might ask Lucy, that incredible smell of fresh ground beans was making me thirsty.”

I turned to one side as he stepped in through the door. Closing it behind him, we made our way through the lobby to the hallway leading to the kitchen. I saw him place the document wallet on the hall stand as we went through, arriving in the kitchen in front of the worktop where the filter machine, now fully brewed, was waiting for our attention.

He took up a position standing beside me, I reached up to the cupboard and took a clean mug down for Escort his coffee. My robe opened a bit at the chest, revealing my thin cotton pyjama jacket, and the swell of my breasts underneath it. His eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of them, and the additional revelation of the curve of my thighs under my pyjama bottoms as the robe pulled up at the back. His nostrils widened as he took in the natural pheromone laden body odour I was emitting.

“How do you like your coffee, black, or with creamer?”

“Black please.”

“Sugar?”

“Just one please.”

I poured the coffee, and handed him the mug, his fingers brushed mine as he took it from me. He smiled at my touch. He was a bit older than dad, perhaps late 30’s, tallish, around 6′, well built, but plain, unremarkable, light brown hair, fair skin, blue eyes. His most attractive features were his hands, don’t ask me why, but they looked good, well shaped, strong looking. He was married of course, but that has never bothered me. I’m not out to break couples up, I just like to enjoy a little sex, with someone who has a faint inkling of what they’re doing, and married men generally do.

He stepped closer to me, sipping his coffee as he leaned towards me, smiling in that undefinable way, which drew attention to his eyes.

“We’ll Lucy, here we are then.”

“Yes, I suppose we are.”

“I’ve always wanted to spend some time alone with you Lucy, I’ve long admired you, your figure, your attractiveness. You are a very desirable young girl you know.”

“Thank you, it’s kind of you to mention it.”

“Well, in truth, I think you are a juicy little morsel, in a schoolgirlish sort of way.”

“I’m not a schoolgirl anymore, I’m at university now Gordon.”

“Yes, but that hasn’t stopped me wanting you, dreaming of your body, wondering how you feel.”

“Good heavens, really? How long have you felt like this Gordon?”

“Not easy to answer Lucy, but how long have you lived here?”

“That seems a bit pervy, but interesting, do go on.”

“It isn’t intended to be like that, though I’m really interested in you. In fact I’ve thought about nothing else but you, though I’ve made myself wait until you turned 18.”

“But you know it’s 16 here?”

“I know, but I thought it better to be well over that, just to be sure.”

I was still a little bit drowsy and not completely alert to where his intentions lay. He moved closer still, and his voice softened to a low whisper. I felt a rising excitement as I sensed his presence, he was clean, well groomed, and I liked the fact that he didn’t overdo the aftershave as unfortunately so many men do, he just had a faint hint of really expensive cologne which blended perfectly with the natural scent of his skin.

“I suppose because he started early today, your dad will be home before he usually does this afternoon?”

“No, he won’t be here until his normal time this evening, around 7:00pm, he’s got a lot of work to do.”

“Good, we’ve got plenty of time then.”

“Time for what?”

“For this.”

He reached forwards, cupping my cheek, and kissed me firmly on the lips, he was quite good, and I felt a familiar stirring in my bottom, tightening of my stomach coupled with a sharp itchy tingling in my crotch.

“For that?”

“Mmm, yes, shall we go on?”

I was feeling relaxed comfortable, yet excited and I turned towards him tipping my head back as he kissed me again, slowly, passionately and his tongue sneaked in between my lips, exploring my teeth, and cheeks before sliding over my tongue and probing deep into my mouth.

His breath was sweet and warm, I could hear him breathing in as he inhaled my natural body smell, driving his desire for me to new heights. He pressed his body close to me, hugging me tightly, and I could feel his stiffness against my tummy.

Stepping back, he undid the belt of my robe, and pulled it apart. I shivered in anticipation as my nipples pressed against the light cotton of my jacket. Pausing briefly, he slowly unbuttoned the front of my pyjama top, parting it and allowing my bosoms to pop out, the soft curves belying the firmness of the flesh, the springiness of my nipples, and the robust upward tilt of my round juicy breasts.

I sighed as he placed his hands on them, stroking, kneading, caressing my nipples, sending waves of contentment through my eagerly waiting body. Quickly he stepped back, and undid his flies, pulling the waistband of his underpants down, allowing his surprisingly large penis to burst out into my line of sight, it was a magnificent specimen. It looked almost 7″ long, thick, stiff, pale coloured, his bulbous end was light pink with a purplish rim, it was throbbing energetically, I could see he was desperate to bury himself inside me, to penetrate me to his full length, and in turn I was suddenly anxious, hungry to feel his powerful entry.

Reaching down, I gripped his shaft, feeling his body heat in the palm of my hand, his penis nodding vigorously and purposefully along with his heartbeat. He took the shoulders of my robe and jacket, dragging his fingers over my skin, slipping them both off in a smooth motion. Escort Bayan Pressing himself close to me, he pushed his hands onto the top of my cotton pyjama trousers, pulling them down until they passed over my knees, falling to my ankles in a crumpled heap on the floor along with my robe and jacket. Resting his hands on the soft brushed cotton flannel of my heavyweight blue panties, the feeling of his fingers moving against the skin of my bottom through the texture of the material, was absolutely exquisite.

His face close to my breasts, he pushed his lips over each nipple in turn, running his tongue around my aureole, tasting my skin, and enjoying the texture of my nipples on his taste buds.

Feeling the slight pulse of moisture into the gusset of my knickers, I continued to squeeze and stroke his penis, my fingers slowly straying around to his scrotum, as I massaged his balls through the soft elastic skin of his sac.

Taking my shoulders in his hands he turned me side on to him, and sat on one of the kitchen chairs, pulling me onto his lap. Placing one hand in between my shoulder blades, he rested the other in the waist of my panties, before sliding it up and over my lower stomach, pausing briefly at my navel, then progressing up between my breasts, his fingers softly dragging over my skin, sending a shiver up my spine.

Placing his hand on the junction of my collarbones for a few seconds, then moving it to my throat, softly gripping it, and pushing his thumb under my jaw, exposing the sensitive skin of my neck to his warm tender kisses. As I sat there, I could feel his penis brushing against the back of my thighs, slipping in between them, the top of his helmet rubbing against the gusset of my panties. Warm, stiff and slightly moist, and contrasting with the rough woollen material of his trousers. That dual feeling awakened a powerful desire within me, and he must have smelled my wet excitement as he sensed my strengthening of mood.

“You want it badly don’t you? How would you like it, now, here on the kitchen table, or shall we go to your bedroom.”

“My bedroom, but hurry, I can’t wait much longer for you to take me, and take me hard.”

Picking me up, he cradled me in his arms, and headed down the hall for the stairs. I lay close to his body, his cock still poking out of his flies, tapping against the small of my back as he walked purposefully up the stairs.

“Which way is it?”

“Turn right at the top, and along the landing, mines the last door on the left.”

Striding easily along the landing, he reached my bedroom door, it was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open with his foot. Walking to the side of my big comfortable bed, he gently laid me down onto the sheets, pulling the thick fluffy duvet to one side.

Stepping back, his eyes swept over my almost naked body, drawing in a sharp breath.

“God, you’re even better looking and appealing than I thought you’d be.”

“Make the most of it Gordon. Today you get as much as you like, but when you’ve had enough, that’s it.”

He studied me gravely as he considered my words, weighing them in his mind, but slowly succumbing to the temptation I was presenting him with. I knew when he kissed me downstairs in the kitchen, that he was going to take me to bed, and that I was going to let him.

Reaching to his collar, he undid his tie, draping it over the back of one of my plush bedroom chairs, taking off his jacket he hung that over the back of chair as well. Followed by his shirt, shoes, trousers, socks and underpants until he stood there, naked by my bedside. He was a reasonable figure of a man, light hair in his chest, and a light curly pubic tuft. Now he was totally visible, I saw his penis was bigger than I had at first thought, he had a heavy set of testicles, within a fairly loose but well-developed scrotum, they were moving around slightly inside, as his body prepared for sex with me.

Reaching down, he pulled his foreskin back, allowing his rim to flare, and precum to ooze out of his urethra. Looking at me, he smiled warmly and licked his lips before getting onto the bed and lying alongside me. Pausing for a few moments, he gently stroked the flat of my tummy, gradually moving his hand down to the waistband of my blue cotton panties, his fingers creeping underneath and onto the pad of fatty tissue over my pubis.

He seemed surprised to find there was no hair there, I depilate my mound electronically, I sugar between my legs and around my bottom, I remove almost all of my body hair, from my armpits, and legs so my skin feels smooth, soft and clean to the touch.

“I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it’s here, I can hardly believe it.”

“That feels nice, are you going to pull my knickers off now?”

“Of course, as long as you’re not frightened, I promise I’ll be gentle with you and hopefully I won’t hurt you too much.”

I giggled at his words, and the assumption that he’d made.

“What’s so funny, Lucy, I’m trying to make this memorable for you?”

“It’s nothing, but surely you don’t think I’m a virgin, do you? If that’s your belief, then I’m afraid you’re going to be a Bayan Escort bit disappointed.”

“You’re not a virgin?”

“Heavens no, I gifted that to someone special quite a long time ago.”

“But you’re so young?”

“Don’t overthink it, it was something I really wanted to do, and the man concerned didn’t really have much of a chance once I decided that it was what I wanted to give him.”

“How old were you?”

“I won’t tell you that, it’s for me to remember and to cherish, a secret memory that I’ve decided not to share with anyone else.”

For him however, it didn’t matter, he had passed the point of no return, and he wasn’t going to stop now, what was to happen for him was inevitable. Sitting up, he took the elastic waist of my knickers and pulled them away from my hips, I lifted my bottom, and bent my knees up, feeling the feathery sensations as the light cotton eased over my thighs, then my calves, before jerking over my heels as they came off completely.

Turning towards me, he looked at my bare skin, the plump pad of my mons pubis, prominent and inviting, he gently kissed it, tongue flicking out and probing the edge of my cleft, touching my clitoral hood, as my clitoris slowly engorged and peeped out underneath it. His fingers probed in between my upper legs, feeling the tight firm flesh of my major labia, I’m very well formed in that area, and I responded to his touch, with a growing warm wetness, that coated his fingertips in a shiny film of lubricant.

Rolling over and in between my thighs, he pushed his face deep into my groin, parting my outer lips, and running his tongue up and down my small labia, tasting my increasing flow of vaginal fluid as my entrance and vaginal canal dilated in readiness.

“Oh god Lucy, you taste divine.”

“I know, how else would I taste?”

Pressing his face closer he pushed his tongue under my stiffly protruding clitoris, sending me wild with the searing sensation. He knew his way around a girl’s genitals, more so than most men, who quite frankly don’t have a clue. Cupping the back of his head in my hands, I tilted my hips back and pushed his face deep into my vulva, wetting his lips and lower cheeks.

Skilled enough to know not to carry on too long, he lifted his head, and kissed his way over my pubic mound, and up the centre of my lower belly, moving on and up to my neck, before kissing me, his tongue intruding roughly into my mouth, tasting of me, rich, salty and with a hint of buttery fish sauce.

The sensation of his body hair brushing against my breasts was almost overwhelming, and I ached for satisfaction, as his penis finally touched my groin. Holding his weight on his knees and elbows, hesitating briefly as his helmet encountered my firm curved major labia, separating the two parts, and pushing against the soft wet inner lips. Wriggling his hips he slowly introduced his tip inside my vestibule, turning slightly from side to side until my labia opened and allowed him initial entry, I felt a sharp stab of pain as I began stretching wide to accommodate him.

A gentle push inwards until he came up against my inner vaginal muscle, I felt a bit more pain and discomfort as he remorselessly penetrated me, my canal widening to accommodate the thick rounded head of his cock. He waited to maintain his pressure, until with a sweet moment of surrender, I relaxed, and my inner muscles around my vaginal channel popped open, allowing him to sink into me slowly, filling me, making me complete.

Holding himself there, gently moving his hips from side to side as he pushed in as deep as possible, he paused to allow my body to naturally adjust to his intrusion, my vaginal walls softly forming around his thick firm shaft, closing gently around his penis. Looking into my eyes, he smiled as I winced with the sharp pain of him stretching me and he saw the sweat on my brow as I struggled to accommodate him.

He was big, but not the biggest I’ve had, my daddy is quite a lot bigger than him. Carefully I adjusted my hips, tilting them back, changing his angle so that he was pushing in straight, rather than downwards. I drew my knees up, and pressed them against the sides of his hips, lifting my legs so that my calves and heels rested over the back of his thighs. Relaxing and getting used to his presence within me, I smiled back at him, and gave a slight nod to let him know I was ready for his onslaught. Closing his eyes, he started to thrust, slowly at first as I began to feel his girth moving within me.

Now, my bed is a large comfortable vintage king-sized double, it’s quite old with a solid wooden frame, coil springs attached to metal supports, wire mesh covered, with big wooden foot and headboard. The mattress is thick, and coil sprung as well. Fortunately, dads house is detached with significant gardens around it, so we have almost complete privacy from our neighbours. So, when Gordon started his pelvic thrusts the bed made an awful lot of loud noise, startling him, as it squeaked and rattled in time with our movements. I have to say that it adds to the experience for me, the regular squeaking and rhythmic twanging of the springs, together with the banging of the headboard against my bedroom wall, is somehow stimulating, and that accompanied with the sploshing noise of his penis moving in and out my wet vagina sounds absolutely electrifying, to me there is nothing more enthralling.

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