There's a significant difference between ‘alone’ and ‘lonely.’ Before the toxic relationship ended, I was lonely, lonely in a couple where neither party wanted to be with the other anymore. On the Friday that she went, at my insistence, I was alone, but a great weight had lifted. I cleaned the house, my house, from top to bottom over the weekend; changed the locks and packed up the remains of her things.
Monday could have been tough, telling the few people I was friendly with at work that I was, once again, single. Except it wasn't, there was a general air of acceptance and ‘it's been coming.’ One of the youngsters in our admin office just said, ‘Oh well, fancy a coffee later?’
And, without thinking, I said, ‘Sure, come over to mine if you like.’ I didn't give it a second thought until she rang the doorbell at 7:15.
Annie was quite pretty with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that she wore in a bob. She had a curvy, rounded figure, smallish tits, and a nicely rounded arse. ‘Come in, I didn't think you'd come,’ I stalled for time. She gave me a dirty smile, kicked off her shoes on the porch, and went in. ‘Living room's on the left, how do you have it?’
She turned towards me, repeated the dirty smile, and said, ‘Milky, hot, and sweet, please.’
When I returned with the coffee, she was kneeling in front of my hi-fi, looking at the albums. ‘Help yourself, it would be nice to have someone else's choice.’
‘You've only been on your own for a few days.’
'Yes, but she never went near the hi-fi, preferred her music on a tinny transistor.' Annie picked up an album, I put down the coffee, and set it playing. When I turned around, she was already comfortable on the sofa, legs tucked under her body. Now the dilemma, take a chair or join her on the sofa? Well, the speakers were set that way, so the sofa was the best place to listen from.
By track 2, she'd turned towards me and moved closer, track 3, she had her head on my shoulder, and before the side was finished, our lips were locked, and my hands were under her sweatshirt. Her tits may have been small, but they were perfectly soft and round. The record ended. The coffee was almost cold.
‘You know, what happens next depends on your response to the next thing I do.’
‘Try me,’ she said. The dirty smile got another airing.
I slipped my hand down her soft, rounded stomach, found and undid the button to her jeans, then slipped my hand inside them. ‘Thought that was it, unless you wanted to listen to the second side.’ She moved slightly to improve my access, and I slid my hand further inside her jeans, caressing her soft mound.
‘I'm too old for you,’ I said, massaging her through her underwear.
‘Five years is nothing, you'd sleep with a woman five years older than you, wouldn't you?’
‘Suppose so, but I wouldn't plan on much sleeping.’
‘I'd hope not.’ She grinned and started to move in time with my hand.
'But you're only just eighteen, you should be out with blokes of your own age.’
‘Silly, childish idiots, the lot of them. Look at the ones at work.’
‘Not my type. I reckon it's more comfortable upstairs.’
‘Thought you'd never ask.’
I followed her upstairs, my mind full of what I'd like to do to her, especially the round backside that was now at eye level. She chose the right bedroom. I closed the door behind me, then squeezed her waist as I went past to close the curtains and turn on one of the bedside lamps.
'Look, a lot of what I say is front. I'm not as experienced at this as you might think,' she said, blushing slightly.
‘Well, I'm rather out of practice.’
‘Just take things slowly, will you? I'm not the slut everyone at work thinks I am.’
‘And there was me planning what I'd like to do to that lovely arse of yours.’
‘You'll have to tell me, but first.’ She lifted her sweatshirt over her head and undid the pale blue bra beneath. I cradled her small, soft tits. She closed her eyes and sighed.
‘These are nice,’ I said, then bent forward to kiss them in turn.
‘Wish they were bigger, you men like big tits.’
‘Eyes, that's what does it for me. Oh, and shapely legs, and tits, of course. One girlfriend of mine always said that more than a handful of tit is a waste.’
‘She had small tits then.’
‘She meant my balls,’ we both laughed. ‘That's better, you've got a wicked smile. Now, I would like you to meet someone.’ I lifted my shirt over my head and, without breaking eye contact with Annie, I removed my jeans and boxers, kicking them off as they fell.
Annie's gaze fell to my swollen cock, and she reached out to cradle my balls. ‘Quite a handful,’ she said, then moved her hand to stroke me gently. ‘Can I say hello?’
‘I think you should, don't you?’
Annie fell to her knees, and I felt her tongue as she licked me gently, then her hot breath as she took my head into her mouth, and her lips closed onto my shaft. She started to move back and forth, sucking gently and taking me deeper into her mouth. Her hand returned to my balls, caressing me all the while. She looked up and started to move faster, sucking harder as she did.
‘That's it, more tongue, like that, fantastic.’
She swirled her tongue around me as she increased the pace and sucked me harder than I'd ever experienced before. Annie massaged my balls hard and I was soon close to the point of no return. I put one hand on her head, and she allowed me to pull her closer.
‘I'm coming,’ I managed to give her a few seconds' notice, then I exploded into her mouth. Annie gagged and spluttered then I felt her throat contract, and she gulped. She kept up the suction, emptying me. I felt her swallow again and then she looked up, eyes streaming. She sucked me hard as she released my softening member.
‘Bloody hell, you're good,’ was the best I could manage. She licked her lips and gave me that dirty smile. She stood slowly and removed her jeans and knickers. I pushed her back onto the bed, feet on the floor and eased her soft thighs apart. ‘My turn, if the lady has no objection,’ I said. Annie giggled as I spread her lips with one finger, working gently around the slot before licking gently all around.
She was already soaking wet, and her puffy pink lips started to swell more as I went to work with my tongue. I slipped one hand under her soft, round backside and worked it between her cheeks. She lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and my finger found its target. As I touched her rosebud, she squirmed and squealed. I started to lick her hard, going as deep as my tongue could go, all the while gently probing her secret hole with my finger. Suddenly, she gave way, and I was inside. She screamed as she came hard, writhing around under me and drenching me with her juices.
I paused then started to lick again, lapping up her juice. She writhed, moaning, then pushed the back of my head, insisting I go deeper. She yelped as I nibbled then threw her hands back and jerked her hips towards me, squeezing me with her soft thighs.
I came up for air. 'You liked that then? Shall we get more comfortable?' I stood and helped her to sit up. She lay back on the bed, arms raised, feet together in a Ruben-esque pose. Rubens would have struggled to do justice to the dirty grin and welcoming wetness of her swollen pink lips.
'Slowly, please, I'm not sure I can take that at once.'
I lowered myself onto the bed and eased into her, pausing when about half my length was inside her warming, silky comfort. As she relaxed and moved towards me, I slid further in then withdrew slightly. She raised her hips to match, so I drove deeper. Annie gasped as I started to stretch her willing flesh, slightly deeper with each stroke. She started to thrust harder towards me, so I went quicker and deeper, starting to drive hard into her tightness. Finally, I was balls-deep in her, bouncing off her as I drove as deep as she would let me.
Annie tensed, then screamed. She writhed under me as I drove my entire length deep into her, pounding into her until I could hold back no longer.
She lay with her head on my chest. 'No one's ever done that to me before.' She started to play with my cock, which responded instantly.
'What do you mean?' I was confused for a moment.
'Licked me like that, or that thing with my bum.'
I moved my hand down her back. 'That's a great arse; I would love to explore it more. I reckon it would enjoy spanking too.' I found the target again, now soaked with our juices, and started to probe.
'Not now.'
'But you will.'
'Maybe. Now, if I'm not mistaken, you're ready for another round of that last game.' She straddled me and lowered herself onto my hardness. 'Now get your hand out of my arse and squeeze my tits hard while I make you come inside me.'
