Let me tell you about Sally Pt 1.

Sally was in the 6th form of a school near mine that I’d just left after some less than spectacular ‘A’ level results. I first met her when she was bridesmaid at my mate’s wedding. Silly boy had got his girlfriend pregnant and in those days there was no question about it. Also meant he had to get a job rather than go to uni, which was a pity because I’d jokingly offered to look after her whilst he was away.
I was knocked out by how gorgeous Sally looked that day; a voluptuous body, auburn, pre-Raphaelite tresses framed a beautiful face, with wicked looking ‘come to bed’ eyes and a lovely kissable mouth. The bridesmaid outfit showed off her nicely proportioned figure, the bodice accentuated her fabulous breasts and provided a lovely valley of a cleavage. Even covered by the material I could see that they were treasures, prominent nipples making their mark through the fabric, and I spent much of the afternoon and evening imagining what she would look like naked. We had a couple of short conversations, but as I wasn’t a great chatter-upper of beautiful girls, and didn’t fancy my chances of impressing such a goddess. I certainly wasn’t brave enough to ask her out.
A day or two later my newly wedded mate dropped a heavy hint that a phone call from me would probably be favourably looked on by a certain young lady who it seemed had expressed an interest in me to the bride the day after the ‘festivities’. My immediate thought was that she had been referring to some other young bloke at the wedding. Being the wimp I was back then, I was terrified of a crushing rejection. On the other hand – THOSE TITS! Anyway a call was made and a sweet voice on the other end indicated that a meeting in a day or two would be a lovely idea.

We met for a drink in a town centre pub. The conversation went well. We found we had quite a few mutual friends and some similar interests, though I didn’t know yet that one of my ‘special interests’ was one of hers as well. Arranged to meet again later in the week. I walked her to her bus, she lived the other side of town, nice kiss goodbye and as her ride home disappeared down the road I was in 7th heaven. Had quite a stiffie as well.

Later in the week she invited me round to her house. Her dad wouldn’t be there as he travelled a lot in his job but I could meet mum. Suffice it to say, her mum was fabulous. Made me feel very welcome. Probably in her mid to late 40s, very attractive (I could see where Sally had got her great looks from), smashing figure, the works. Never mind wanting to fuck the daughter, I wanted to fuck the mum as well, preferably in a threesome, and preferably right then and there, maybe over the kitchen table. Needless to say I never did get her naked on the end of my cock but it long remained a fantasy of mine. Sally was very open about her mum’s sex life, that she had a lover and had even referred to him, when asked to introduce ‘her husband’ at a rather staid event they were at that ‘He isn’t my husband, he’s just the man I sleep with.’ It became obvious to me that getting Sally into bed in her own bedroom wasn’t going to be as hard as I thought. I’d had hints from her in the week we’d been dating of possible sexual pleasures in the offing but I couldn’t think where we would be able to consummate the dirty deed. Certainly not likely at my parents’ house, and how often has a girl friend’s mum said it would be ok to sleep together at her house? In my life, once. And this was the time. She told us over a coffee sat round the kitchen table (that I still wanted to pleasure her mum on) that if we wanted to fuck that was fine, as Sally was 18, but she had to be on the pill first. And it would take a few weeks of taking it before it would be safe.
 
Seeing her naked in her bedroom, for the first time, albeit without being able to fuck her, yet, was fabulous. Her breasts, as she slipped her schoolgirl shirt off and unclasped her bra, were finally revealed in all their magnificence. Firm and round, large for her age, with pert erect nipples, they promised hours of fun. Her skirt dropped to the floor and she stood before me wearing just her white cotton panties. Her youthful bush peeped out from under the material. They were soon down by her ankles as she stepped out of them. She walked or rather she glided over to me and started to undo my shirt buttons, kissing my nipples as she slipped it off my shoulders, before reaching for the buckle on my belt. My trousers were down by my ankles soon after. My cock was straining against my y-fronts. She put her hand down inside them and grasped it whilst dropping to her knees as my penis broke free. ‘Nice cock’ she said as she started to kiss the shaft. I looked down at her and she returned my glance. Her big brown eyes were full of passion, lust, the lot,. ‘We cant fuck yet but there’s lots we can do if you like’. I liked.

In fact I ‘liked’ every inch of her voluptuous body, which I proceeded to lick, kiss, feel, rub, stroke, and probe with my fingers, lips and tongue. She had never had a boyfriend go down on her before, and as it was a favourite activity of mine, I spent quite a while with my mouth sucking on her cunt, my tongue flicking her stiff clit. She clearly loved this new experience and pushed my face ever harder into her pussy, hardly letting me up for air. Her virgin cunt smelled and tasted so good, her pubic hair brushing my cheeks as I lapped up the juice her sugar walls were producing.

After I had brought her off and the waves of excitement that accompanied her climax had subsided, we lay together like spoons. That way I could play with her tits with one hand whilst gently teasing her clit and pussy with the other. She could see I was a thoughtful lover. I hadn’t given a moments thought coming myself though I really wanted to have a tit-wank to finish off the evening. I would certainly get my reward in the coming months.

To be continued.