It was late one slightly balmy Friday evening in early December & I’d been playing cards with three mates from the supermarket that we all worked at. We were all 18, had all just finished high school and were feeling super excited to have a bit more freedom & to take on whatever the universe offered next.
My mates were leaving my house & we were standing in the street making some final arrangements about the coming weekend when we noticed a woman walking towards us. Like clowns at the carnival, our heads turned the required amount to triangulate all our wide eyed gaze at this woman who was wearing black high heels, a fur coat & seemingly only gold panties underneath her coat.
As she came closer I realised this woman was younger than I first thought, probably in her mid-twenties, with an athletic figure and she was so amazingly sexy that she instantly had my cock getting harder with every metre that she drew closer.
She was now just meters from my mates & I and we could now gaze somewhat open mouthed at her beautifully ample breasts that seductively swayed like a hypnotist’s watch with her every movement. We were all transfixed & occasionally this movement revealed her very firm suckable nipples that were perfectly positioned, just on the up, like an AFL goal umpire’s fingers signalling a goal & ready to be sampled.
Then the woman said in a very vivacious way, “Luke, do you remember me, I’m Claire?” And with those words I remembered that our families played together in the street when we were younger, though she was probably 6 or 7 years older than myself. Claire continued, “I remember you being so cute, with your surfer like long blonde hair, and you haven’t changed.” I replied, “Well, you’re so much different than I remember, you’re a woman now & wow, you’re stunning!”
I then asked, “What brings you back to Burgundy Street?” Claire replied that in a couple of days she was to get married in the city & now that she lived interstate she was once again staying at her grandmother’s, as she did many years ago during school holidays. Claire said, “Hey, if your friends are leaving, why don’t you come back to Nan’s bungalow for a drink & we can look through some old pics.” I looked at my mates, all with broad smiles and they began incessantly nodding & gesturing in unison towards me & saying, “Yeah, we’ll get going, you go mate, we’ll be fine.”
With my mates gone we quietly entered the bungalow being sure not to wake her grandmother. Claire cleared some clothes from a tub chair for me to sit down then passed me a cold beer saying, “Cheers, here’s to old times.”
Claire stood in front of me with the first of several photo albums & each time I was more focused on her luscious mouthwatering orbs that were within touching distance than receiving the album or reviewing the photos.
By now, Claire had noticed the bulge in my pants as my cock was now so hard you could have hung a weeks washing on it. As Claire moved to retrieve the next album I stood up to readjust my constricted member. With that, Claire gave me a sympathetic smile & said, “Let’s lie on the bed where it’s more comfortable.” I was no sooner laying down that Claire had ditched the albums, removed her heels & the fur coat to parade her gold bow-tied panties & her beautiful breasts that were now in full view & ripe to be suckled & worshipped.
Claire joined me on the bed, gave me a peck on the cheek then to my surprise yet absolute inner approval she swiftly removed my clothes, freeing my cock from its entrapment, saying “You too have grown up.” Then, without any cuddling preamble Claire swallowed my now rock hard cock balls deep. This salacious move had me throw my head back, eyes bulging & me gripping the sheets like I’m hanging from a cliff.
As Claire swallowed, teased & licked my cock and at times clutched my balls whilst broadly mouthing my gooch with a lustful vigour, I slowly untied her golden panties, peeled them from her beautifully pert bum then inhaled their fragrant scent before I dispatched them to the tub chair. Then without notice Claire flipped around 90 degrees like an MMA fighter to smother my face with her beautifully manicured and now incredibly wet pussy. Claire continued to orally assault my cock without skipping a beat and I certainly wasn’t about to tap-out. Occasionally, her gyrating hips would shimmy up, down & across, as if to paint my face with her bountiful juices that I eagerly savoured like a thirsty working dog.
It soon became apparent that as much as it was great to meet Claire again, and be amazed about how things got sexy so very swiftly, I realised I was merely an implement to ease her pre wedding tension & matrimonial jitters, and I was all-in. As such, I willingly accepted my subjugation to alternating between oral, vaginal & anal delights, changing positions and approach angles yet always at the direction or manipulation of Claire.
Claire spun around & was facing me as straddled my cock with a wily commanding smile that suggested, you’ll cum when I let you cum. Claire proceeded to expertly ride me with just the appropriate level of intensity to prolong my climax. Occasionally she would grind my cock in a deep circular motion to then teasingly rise again when she felt my body begin to quiver.
As for her own needs & as if to highlight a woman’s prowess for multitasking, Claire still had me teetering orgasmically and was now double clicking her mouse with so much vigour that it was not too long before she came loudly with the cry, “Oh, fuck yes,” squirting profusely over my chest & with one final contraction over my face to then collapse on top of me.
However, to Claire’s credit & impressive physical capacity she recovered quickly & renewed our super sexy session. After several minutes of kissing, licking, sucking & fucking in some sort of mix between wrestling & acrobatics, I was so very ready for my turn to cum. Claire sensed the moment then knelt in front of me between my now splayed legs. At this point, she told me to grasp my ankles in order to raise my arse off the bed whence she placed a folded pillow underneath.
In my youthful imagination I wondered what could be next to explore & to my slight surprise, Claire donned a latex glove from a nearby shelf then smeared it thoroughly with lubricant & rested that forearm against my now vulnerable arse. With Claire’s other hand she began to tentatively massage my cock and again breathed life into it with some slow, deep sucking for my cock to return to its former rigid state.
For several minutes Claire slowly & ever so gently massaged my cock as if to have me drift into some meditative trance, only stopping to randomly suck my balls or nibble my hard shaft. It was then in my slightly restful state did she re-introduce her lubricated gloved hand into the action & began by massaging my gooch then honed in on my sphincter. After several minutes & to my absolute surprise, Claire slowly inserted one finger into my arse and began to explore my inner sanctum. After possibly five minutes she then inserted a second finger which again had me hanging from my erogenous cliff.
Claire ground her fingers into my arse, slowly expanding my sphincter then began massaging a part of my anatomy that only years later I identified as my prostate. This movement & intense attention had my cock harder than I could ever imagine & me writhing in ecstasy to shoot numerous loads of cum across my chest and have me shaking all over. Claire then removed the glove & slowly sliver over my limp body towards my face like a serpent, taking the opportunity to savour any droplets of cum as she moved upwards licking her lips. This encounter culminated in a passionate deep kiss and for Claire to say, “Holy shit, I needed that!”
Over an hour had now passed & I was totally spent. So, upon Claire’s bidding & with my calls still tingling, I gathered my things. Claire hugged me, gave me a peck on my cheek and whispered her thanks into my ear for my servitude then she ruffled my hair in some congratulatory “good boy” manner & I was ushered on my way.
Walking home & feeling so much lighter than I had before, I looked to the starry heavens & gave thanks to the universe.
Back in my own bungalow, I undressed taking off my shorts to discover Claire’s gold bow-tie panties in the pocket of my shorts. This brought a broad smile to my face and gleeful fist pump to celebrate this youthful moment. In a slightly weird male way, I immediately realised that I had been used. I had been used & I LOVED IT!
The memento of Claire’s golden bow-tie panties took pride of place hanging from the rear-vision mirror of my car & according to my mates I had achieved LEGEND status that night. YES!!! 😉
