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Hey, I wanted to thank those of you that read, commented or saved my very first story. It means a lot. I’m not real good at dreaming things up, plus with my limited imagination, well, it’s just best to report the facts. This story kinda rides behind it, but if you didn’t read it, that’s okay. After being unknowing about the ways of the world, it seemed like I got a crash course all at once. I just thought I’d tell you about it.
A lot of stuff happened right after my chance encounter with Gabby. I got paid for a full aluminum polish on an antique monoplane that took a couple hundred hours to do. I wash and detail private airplanes for a living. Following the advice of Mom’s insurance agent, I bought a four cylinder van, with enough room for all my cleaning equipment. Whatever get up and go it had got up and left before I came on the scene, but NHRA was never my thing.
The other thing was, I got a garage apartment that Mom helped me furnish out of relics in the basement. It was near a college, but the owner and my uncle were friends, so I got dibs.
Going back, Gabby and I ate lunch after we recovered from playtime in the car. Afterwards, I dropped her off in Midtown after she got my phone number. She didn’t offer hers, probably a burner phone, like I would know. She patted my shoulder as she climbed out. Figured that was it.
But, lo and behold, she did call me early one Thursday night about a week later, I guess to say hi or something. I didn’t know the number and almost didn’t answer.
“Hey Billy, guess who?”
“Hey, I guess your mouth isn’t sore anymore.” I referenced our encounter behind the dumpster.
“No, it’s all good. So what are you doing?”
I filled her in like I told y’all, plus the fact I was dog sitting at my mom’s house. She’d gone to Washington for the twice delayed annual DAR meeting.
Gabby asked if I’d like some company. I had to think about it for a nanosecond before I said yes and she told me where to come get her.
She was waiting on the porch of a nice old house in Midtown when I pulled up and waved out the window. She came down the steps wearing a muslin looking blouse and jeans. She had a moderately large handbag and sunglasses propped up on her head. Also now her tresses were all blonde and had been styled in loose ringlets. Gabby had transformed!
As an aside, I’d ‘rescued’ Gabby from an abusive fellow that meant to make her at least uncomfortable. She’d jumped into my car in a drive thru burger joint and we bolted, the fellow in hot pursuit. She was of middling height, dyed hair and looked ‘streety’, in the vernacular. I got the feeling she was new to the trade, a desperate and risky move, but everyone has to eat. She might have weighed one-ten, not much more.
But she had just the prettiest breasts, like you’d see on Pornhub, but I can attest they were real, a delight to feel and suck. She was otherwise lean, with a smallish but perfect little butt, soft, yet muscular, adorable. I can attest that she knew how to use it, oh boy.
She peered at my old van before climbing in.”This sure isn’t your mom’s Buick. Even though you told me, I still had it in my head you’d be in her car.” Then she leaned over and kissed my cheek, and whispered, “Hey there. Miss me?” She smelled of jasmine.
I had a feeling right then that this would be a good night at the house. Things had changed for the better in Gabby’s world. She had met a disabled woman named Alicia loading, or rather trying to load her groceries in Trader Joe’s parking lot and stepped in to help. One thing led to another and now Gabby had a place to stay in return for helping out. Also, she’d gotten on part time at the Ace hardware within walking distance.
As she put it, “I changed careers in a hurry. I’d take in wash before I’d ever go back to renting myself out. The county clinic says I’m clean and I’m gonna keep it that way.”
We came in through the back door to be greeted by Mom’s shih tzu Khan, holding a toy in his mouth. Evidently the dog thought this would be the best deterrent for burglars and such. He tried it on everybody, every time. What was most enjoyable was the view as she bent over playing with him. Even better is her catching me looking and grinning at me.
I went into the kitchen to get some sweet tea. Gabby and the dog followed.She gazed out the sliding doors at the Bradford pears shimmering in the breeze. Then she saw the pool.
“Oh, that’s nice. I didn’t know you had a pool.”
“I don’t. It’s Mom’s, but I’m the only one that uses it. That reminds me, I need to get the vacuum out of it. It should be done by now.”
She set up the umbrella and eased into a lounger as I pulled up the vacuum. I was getting the skimmer off the cedar fence when she remarked on how private it was.
I agreed, “It is now. My dad had the fence put up years ago and the trees have filled in…” I had looked over at the now topless blonde slinging her blouse on the table.
“Think we might go for a dip, Billy?”
****
Gabby’s Ankara bayan escort nipples got tight and hard when she stepped into the cool water. She gasped. “Isn’t it heated?”
I laughed and dragged her shrieking into the 4ft. Section.
We splashed and carried on like young uns. Her squirming in my arms was the best part. Girls just feel great in water. Her pubes were filling back in from the partial shave job and her apples bounced buoyantly.
We stopped splashing and grabassing with each other only long enough for her to ascertain that there was conditioner and a blow dryer in the house. Then she dove underwater and a soft warm mouth enveloped me. She gave me a few tugs as she sucked and I was rigid as an ironing board.
She surfaced, wiping her eyes. “Doncha just love taking a dip? It’s so relaxing, isn’t it?” I think she giggled at my captivation.
All I could do is look at her, water streaming off her shoulders and those soft peach fuzzed boobs of hers. I never wanted anyone so bad. Which is completely true since Gabby was indeed my first. She reached over, giving me a grab.
“Ok, too serious too soon. Let’s swim a little. I brought some treats for later.”
I learned that a rigid member creates a lot of drag when you’re trying to swim.
****
It was later. The sun was riding some orange and dark blue clouds as Khan went out to inspect the bushes. The doorbell rang. I’d given Gabby some money to pay for the calzones I’d ordered. We ate in the kitchen, Khan watching each of our bites carefully in case we missed our mouths. He did get the last bite, in case you wondered.
Gabby had rolled up a thin caftan in her purse, which she was now wearing and nothing under. I had on a pair of old gym shorts from high school and nothing else. We were sitting on the front porch on a yellow rattan sofa.
I was having trouble concentrating. Had another guy walked up to the house he’d have had the same problem. You could see right through the caftan, darn.
She was amused, a smile toying around her mouth. “Remember, I said I brought a treat?”
I nodded, what’s next?
She reached over and brought forth some ‘Skittles’ in a dish. “Just eat one for now. See what you think.”
“What is it?”
“Oh, I just call it Pot-n-candy. It’s harmless.” She gave a throaty chuckle. “But it will ‘grow’ on you.”
She ate one. I followed suit. Chalk up another first.
We talked for a while. She told me a lot about herself, which I was starting to have trouble focusing on more and more. The streetlights started to come on dimly, buzzing more than usual. Gabby had just come back with some ice water, setting the glasses down, boobs bare in my face. I desperately wanted to kiss them, but first, some water.
She tucked one leg under her as she sat down. “Are you high?”
I nodded. “I’m glad I didn’t eat but one.”
She giggled, touching my thigh, then moving her hand up.
I looked at her.
“What’s made you so horny, hmmm? Your guy’s escaping down there. I see his head. There it is.” She licked her fingers, then caressed me. “Your mule’s trying to get out of the barn,” Gabby whispered in my ear. “We can’t let that happen, can we?” She reached in my shorts, rearranging me. Now I stuck out at my waistband. “Billy, these shorts aren’t meant for you. You can’t be comfortable. Too much mule, too little shorts.” She shook her finger at my offending member.
Some joggers went by, talking to each other breathlessly. We watched them silently from the shadows of the porch.
“Take ’em off.”
“No, not out here, what about…?
She cut in, “I’ll give you a lick if you do.”
“Ok.”
“Gimme some water. That mule needs coolin’ down.”
I was naked, shorts on the terra cotta floor. Gabby leaned over with a mouthful of ice water and took me in, while squeezing my balls. Every nerve in my body jumped out the window. I jerked and some water ran down my balls and onto the cushions. I remember wondering how I’d explain that if they got stained. But then Gabby started sucking me, really sucking hard on me, with both of her hands going up and down my shaft with her mouth. I’d snaked my arm down and had her bouncing tits in my hand. She made that same erkm erkm sound that she had the first time and swallowing my head with her throat.
But it wasn’t the same as the first time. This time there wasn’t anything between me and her mouth. I felt everything she did. She pulled up and licked and rimmed my head while jacking me fast and slick from her spit. She hummed, vibrating me, exciting me, pushing me to the cliff. My eyes rolled back, stomach tingling and I was helpless to stop from exploding in her mouth. I didn’t want to. It just came on so fast that there was no time to warn her. I could hear her gulping, swallowing while lightning struck my mind, the extra running down my shaft, spasm after spasm. She didn’t stop jacking me, pushing up my balls relentlessly, Escort bayan Ankara draining my last drops.
A couple beats.
“Do you want some water? There’s a little left. I had to rinse out.” A car went by as I returned to the real world, admittedly skittle altered.
“I notice sometimes you’re at a loss for words.” Gabby’s eyes gleamed otherworldly from the street lights. “I might have just a little more candy. You?”
Shaking my head, I took stock in my addled condition as she reached for the bowl. I was still sitting there naked as a jaybird, she was clothed. The orbit of my world was returning after the nuclear detonation of my mind. Another car drove by and Khan scratched on the screen wanting out. Was the baby gate up, or he’d go down the steps, yes, good.
She let Khan out. Then she pulled the kaftan up as she retook her seat. My world started to focus. The dog sprawled on the rag rug. Gabby sat facing me, knees up, leaned up against the wing of the sofa. After a second, she toyed with her pubes. “I think they’re growing in nicely, don’t you? At least they’re not stubble now. I think being normal again means having nice pussy hair.” She twirled a tuft in her fingers. “Here’s a confession you probably won’t remember, but it made me wet, sucking you. I mean sucking you all the way like that, you enjoying me.”
I nodded, remembering, still coasting. Everything was just perfect. Just perfect. You’ll notice in this account I’m a man of few words. It’s like I kept having thoughts I wanted to say and then something else would happen. I’m finding it’s easier to write it all down later.
Dreamily she said, “It’s still big right now. In a little while, I want it in me. You probably won’t remember that either. I just want it to happen on its own, Billy. So don’t think about it, but I’m gonna tease you back to life, OK?” She dipped a finger. “You just watch and see.”
She made a diamond with her legs, her womanhood prominent. Shadows and light, fingers obscuring, caressing, a catch in her breath. She spread wider, her thighs blue from the dimness, ethereal fingers working, then entering, questing her womb, the other hand venturing taps on her clit, so erect, above its veil. A gasp as she watched me imploringly, as if she seeked permission for her own abuse. Again, her breath caught as two fingers dove into her jeweled wetness.
“Can you see?”
I nodded, throat on full shut up, blazed and amazed.
“Taste?” She held out her fingers.
I licked. Potato soup. Milky. Warm. Memories of dumplings, just dumplings. The wetness of her urgent need shone on her pubes. Her hand returned to herself, gentle round loops coaxing her swollen lips. She gasped and stiffened. She put a finger inside her and stirred, only to withdraw it and tentatively touched her clit again. She sighed, “Oh yes, yes. Billy, have you ever watched a girl do herself?” Her eyes glittered almost preternaturally. Her inner lips gaped open now from her foraging, her pearl exposed to the flurry of her fingers grazing it rapidly. Her hips began to rise…she stopped!
“Would you put your tongue in my hole? Just for a minute. Just in. Maybe lick, suck. Oh God, just smell how horny I am, Billy,” she pleaded.
I nodded. Fair is fair, but how? My mind was fluff, autopilot me, kiss puss, can do, another new…thing. I’d seen it done in the videos.
She scooted down. My knees hurt on the uneven floor, but I pulled my shorts under them. Slickness on her thighs graced my cheek as she pulled me to her center, almost desperately. Her hands grasped my crown as she pulled me to her soaked inferno and the smell of a needful woman. I remembered that smell from our time in the car. I liked it then too.
I wasn’t sure what to do first. My tongue found her hole and entered. My nose must have rubbed her higher up, making her jerk, more issue immediate from her entrance. She pulled down, placing my mouth over her clit.
“Kiss it Billy. Kiss it gently. Drive me fucking crazy!” Her voice was almost guttural, scary. Her hands in my hair, scratching, pulling almost vacantly as she quested fulfillment.
I kissed and tentatively licked, kinda like French kissing.
She sighed, scrunching into the cushions. “Oh, fuck yeah. Just that, yeah, just that. Lemme wait, better to wait, oh yes, lick, suck, oh.”
My hands went under her caftan to her soft breasts, swollen, aureolas ridged, nips tight and hard.
“Remember when we fucked in the car, Billy?” She breathed deeply, pushing her pussy harder against my face. “I got all of your cock in me and came over and over. I can’t stop thinking about it, can’t stop…”
She gave a squeak as I tried sucking on her clit. She pulled her pudenda tight as I sucked and kissed. Her head lolled back against the sofa wing and she lifted her soft ass upward almost as an offering. “Faster. Lick faster right there, yes, yes right…THERE! Oh God! Suck baby, suck, suck!” Gabby shrieked in her throat. Bayan escort Ankara She let go of her pudenda, grabbed my head, grinding it into her. “Oh I’m getting…off so…good, oh God!” She whimpered and her hips kept bucking her soaked pussy against me, though softer now. The dance slowly ground to a halt and she jerked, pulling my head away. She sank back on the cushions.
She sighed. Silence. A breeze ruffled my hair. Khan stretched and grumbled, dreaming. I saw the Rodericks pull in their drive two doors down, two doors slamming.
“Billy, Billy, Billy.” She shook her head slowly. “I’m so sorry. I drowned you and came on the cushions, probably ruined them. Oh, it was so good, so good.” She wiped her eyes. “I cry when I come. Isn’t that strange?”
Crickets set up a chorus, substituting any response from me. It was all Christmas, all new, same girl taking me in hand literally and I still was waiting for the dream to end. I was high, had just seen a girl have a major orgasm after giving me a Saturn V liftoff.
I knew I was going to do her tonight. I just knew. I was a dweeb, an innocenti, but I wasn’t done. I was eighteen, in my prime, and I’d found confidence. My world had changed.
I was also glad I hadn’t had more Skittles.
My old bed was still at Mom’s because I’d gotten a new one. I was glad for that. I took Gabby upstairs to my room and showed her where the bathroom was.
She’d brought a toothbrush. I went and got it out of her purse for her..
Gabby spritzed off in the shower while I let Khan out and closed down the house for the night. I was still woozy and in a state of disbelief over our night on the porch.
****
There was a night light under my desk. I’d pulled the sheets back and turned on the whole house fan. It drew my curtains away, the pulls slapping every so often. I hadn’t turned the pool lights off, which lent a glow to the ceiling. The shower shut off and soon the hair dryer started.
I saw her trying to see into the room.
“Are you in here?”
“Yeah, hey.”
“Ok, I couldn’t see yet.” She made her way to the window. “The pool lights are on.”
She looked like a marble statue as her hand rolled the blind open more.
“They’re on a timer.”
“It’s pretty.” She moved to the bed where I sat. “It’ll be good to lay down. I loved what you did to me, so nice.”
“There’s water on the nightstand.”
“Thank you baby. You’re so considerate.” She layed down, smelling of jasmine conditioner. She didn’t pull up the sheets. “Huh. My first sleepover with you. I like this bed, comfortable.”
I liked that she called it her first sleepover. I hadn’t thought into the future, obviously. But…oh jeez!
Gabby rolled onto her side, facing me. Ripples of light shimmered across her as she reached up and touched my face. “You’ll always be my hero, Billy. I’m gonna cook breakfast for you. Whatever you want.”
I smoothed my hand over her naked hip, admiring her pretties. “Well, it’ll have to be frozen waffles, cause that’s all there is. There might be an egg, I’d hafta look.” I leaned forward and kissed her. Oddly enough, I think it was our first actual kiss. It wasn’t some 40s movie thing, nope, just a kiss. Of course, as I leaned in, I grabbed a handful of her delightful little ass. Couldn’t be helped. Just the right softness over firmness, that, and girls feel different anyway. I think they just get nicer skin straight out of the box.
Our faces were only inches apart still.
“Are you getting hard again?” She made to reach low, finding me. “How’s about more kiss, hmm? I’m game.” She smiled, breath sweet in my face, girl/Crest.
This time it was more expressive, open, becoming exciting as her little tongue explored, her eyes closed, my hand questing past her bottom to her nether region, finding soft pubes and puss. I knew what I wanted to do with that ass. It made me rock hard to think about it even as Gabby gently scratched and caressed me. “God, I love how you feel,” I ventured when we came up for air.
“I can tell. I found some baby oil in the bathroom. I brought it in just in case, you might want some more fun before night-night.” She grinned and pushed me onto my back. In the gloom, I heard the cap pop open on the bottle and her hands rubbing together. Then…
Silky smooth hands enveloped me, enclosing my shaft, then grasping my balls, lifting and rubbing, her other hand going north, tightening as she reached my head and finally smoothing over.
The feeling was intense. I had other plans. Mind you, I’m not the boldest man to walk the earth, but my rising need bolstered my determination to take her and take her deeply.
I kissed her this time, taking the initiative, turning to my side and rolling her onto her back. I mopped baby oil from myself and her recent endeavors in my hand and spread her lips and just held her pussy in my hand, with one finger barely inside her.
She pushed up against my hand, hard. “Baby, yes!”
She was already wet. Again. Youth.
I moved above her. The whole house fan seemed louder, swallows moaning by, ripples of light from the pool. I felt the roughness where she was still growing back in down there as I rubbed my lust against her exposed cunt, back and forth. I was mindful of my size, but urgent in my need.
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