Last summer, two weeks after splitting with Anna, she called. Needed me to install software on her friend Isabelle’s computer. I said yes. Knew Isa vaguely—cute, 34, single three months. Saturday afternoon, lost her number, just showed up at her place.
Rang the bell. No answer. Rang again. Door finally opens. Isa, sleepy, in a thin white nightie. Straps hugging her shoulders, hem mid-thigh, molding her curves. Those tits—huge, perfect swells pressing the fabric. Fuck, I stared.
The Awakening: From Tech Help to Teasing Tension
‘Sorry, lost your number. Came straight here. Can come back?’
‘Nah, napping. Got all night. Come in.’
Quick house tour. Her bedroom PC. She chats close, legs crossed tight. Half hour in, first step done. 15-20 minute wait. Coffee, talk celibacy.
‘You? Legs itching after three months?’
‘Anna and me? Still friends. Sex dried up.’
‘Two weeks for you? Lucky. My guy’s married—with kids. Tease.’
Back to work. Hour wait after next step. She offers dinner. Ties hair up, face sharper, hotter. Chatting, I turn—her legs uncross, recross fast. No panties. Bare pussy flash. My cock twitches. Ideas swirl.
‘Few minutes to next break,’ I grin.
She stands behind me. Hands on neck. Massaging. Feels fucking good.
‘Mmm, back hurts. Perfect.’
‘Lie on bed. On stomach.’
‘Wanna fuck?’
‘Funny. Just relax.’
On her bed, shirt off. Her hands glide low, up. Soft. Then—her tits brush my back. Skin on skin. Warm, heavy. I peek, say nothing. She grinds them slow, hands roaming.
‘Eyes closed?’
‘Pillow blocks view. But damn, wish eyes in back.’
‘Massage technique, perv.’
Fifteen minutes. I’m rock hard, shorts tented huge.
‘Oof, that boner.’
‘Your nipples poke too.’
‘Three months no touch. Easy to harden.’
Twenty minutes left. Legs rubbing. Her hand slips under shorts, thigh only. I tickle ribs. She squirms, ‘accidentally’ straddles me. Kisses deep.
The Act and Secret: Raw Passion and Our Dirty Pact
‘You chased. Secret?’
‘Promise.’ Kiss back, hike nightie. Grip ass. Pull straps down. Nightie off. Naked perfection—firm tits, pink nipples, trimmed bush.
Groping everywhere. Bite nipples. She yanks shorts, strokes cock slow. Wet kisses: mouth, neck.
‘Gorgeous body, Isa.’
‘Mmm, big cock for me.’
Finger her pussy—drenched. Slides in easy. She jerks me perfect pace. Sighs leak.
‘Lick me.’
Down. Musky scent, hot. Clit swollen. Suck, nibble, blow. She pumps fist faster.
‘Fuck yes! Eat that pussy! Ohhh!’
Up to tits. She flips me, descends. Tongue on shaft, eyes locked. Sucks deep. Then—tittyfuck. Cock between those melons. Lick tip. Best ever.
No warning. Straddles, sinks down. Pussy engulfs me. Tight, scorching.
‘Hot cunt!’
‘Yesss! Harder! Fuck me!’
Bouncing wild. Feeds tit to mouth. Up-down frenzy.
Doggy now. Slam deep. Hand on tit, fingers clit. Pace brutal.
‘Gonna cum! Fill me! Ohhh fuck yes!’
Explode together. Pump ropes inside. She quakes.
‘God, best fuck in ages.’ Kiss.
‘Yeah.’ Panting.
‘Our secret. Just fixed PC.’
‘Promise. Next excuse soon.’
Pause over. But damn, that thrill. Forbidden rush. No one knows.