Houseguest…Part 3 (cont’d.)

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Houseguest…Part 3 (cont’d.)I arrived back home about 12:45 a.M., and saw the house was dark. I was certain Dara had gone to bed for the night, so I was very quiet as I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I removed my t-shirt and the swim trunks I had almost blasted off in earlier, and laid down on the bed with only the light sheet covering me. I was thinking about how much she had excited me with her conversation during dinner, and found it difficult to think she was sleeping in the next room. Visions of her curvy body and suggestive talk had me considering a good jerk. Just then, I heard a faint knock on my open bedroom door. It was Dara – still wearing the gorgeous white full slip from earlier – leaning against the door frame. A faint light from a night-lite in the hallway backlit her image, and I could easily see the curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, and the very slight-but-totally-sexy belly she had. Also obvious was the fact she had removed her panty. “Hey Sweetie…are you asleep?”, she whispered. I sat up and replied that I was awake. “May I come in for a second – want to talk to you,” she said. I invited her into the room, and she sat on the edge of my bed. “Look…I’ve been thinking about what I said to you earlier, and it’s been bothering me,” she said quietly,”I probably embarrassed you by telling you about what happened so long ago, and wanted you to know I meant no harm by it – at times, I can be too blunt.” I told her I didn’t mind – although I was somewhat embarrassed, and not to be concerned. Besides, I said, how many young men get the treat of seeing two gorgeous babes in their underwear? She had a serious look on her face, but soon smiled and began to laugh. “I have to tell you, Trev, even at that age, you had an impressive set of manhood,” she giggled. I could feel my face getting red, and my penis getting hard. “So confess…did hearing about it arouse you at all earlier?”, she asked. I tried to downplay it saying, “Naw…I’m so much more mature burdur escort now.” She raised an eyebrow, and asked, “Oh…well, where did that wet sticky spot you left on the skirt of this slip come from then, “Mr. Mature”?!! No words formed in either my brain or my mouth, but she answered her own question by saying, “I made you hard, and you leaked, right?” I had no choice, so I told her the way she looked in the slip, the way the pearl of perspiration ran down her cleavage and made her nipples pop out, and the story she told me did – in fact – get me rock hard. “So you are suggesting I may still have some sex appeal at my age?”, she asked. I affirmed her question, and she said,”Well then…would you like to touch my “underdress’ for old time’s sake?” Without speaking, I lightly placed my hand on her thigh. I felt a slight shudder go through her, and she slowly moved her leg under my hand. “Remember the feeling?, she asked. She pulled the slip straps off her shoulders and pulled the top down to her waist. “And…do you remember these?”, she whispered. Her breasts looked identical to Lorene’s, except they were a bit fuller. Her nipples were not as large as Lorene’s, but stood out prominently. She took my hand and placed it on her right breast. “Now it’s my turn to do something “for old time’s sake,” she whispered, and pulled the sheet off my legs. “Oh jeeze !!!”, she exclaimed, “You are so big and so hard.” She looked at my penis and balls for several seconds, and as she did, I pinched her nipple. She straddled me on the bed, and pulled the slip completely off. “Do I do that to you, Sweetie?”, she asked. I told her I had wanted to fuck her since she arrived, but was reluctant to let it be obvious. She began rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she stared at my pulsing penis. Her kitty was over my left thigh, and i felt a drop of her juice fall on it. I started slowly stroking my penis as I watched her enjoy her view of me. I wanted to make a move on her, but was escort burdur enjoying her excitement too much. “Are you going to shoot your cum on me?”, she asked, and moved one hand down to her kitty. She still hadn’t touched me, and it was driving me crazy. As she fingered herself, she was making soft moaning sounds, and pushing her chest out. Her full breasts were swaying gently and her breathing was becoming rapid. By now, with the heat, we were both drenched in perspiration, and the way her tanned skin glistened looked fantastic. Suddenly, she had an intense climax, and I felt a hot flood of liquid on my legs. Just as suddenly, she jumped off my bed, and hurried out the door. I was completely shocked and confused, and my erection intantly deflated. There I was…naked, drenched in perspiration and Dara’s juices, and hadn’t had a release. I decided to leave it alone, and eventually drifted off into a troubled sleep. The next morning, I heard her in the kitchen, so I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and nervously went down to get a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Sweetie…hey…I am SO sorry about last night…don’t know WHAT THE HELL got into me,” she said as I poured my coffee. She put her arm around my waist, kissed me on the cheek, and asked, “You’re not going to throw me out, are you?” I put my hands on her waist and told her there was no need for an apology. She was wearing a different white full slip – this one had much less lace on top, and bottom, but looked a bit tighter on her than the one from the previous evening. As she moved around in bare feet, the phone rang, and she took the call from the office. She was leaning down on the counter jotting things onto a notepad, and I saw clearly that she had no panty under the slip. Her ass showed seductively under the sheer fabric, and I found myself getting hard with desire for her again. She had her back turned to me, so I decided to masturbate under my pajama bottoms under the table. Before long, I had worked up burdur escort bayan a very decent erection, and could feel my release building. I was unprepared for the call to end abruptly, and for her to turn to face me. “Are…you…jacking…off…to…me?, she asked very slowly. “What the hell does it look like, Dara,” I shot back. “You’re plenty pissed off at me, aren’t you?”, she said. I looked at her and told her it was more than I could take to see and hear the way she talked, to have her walking around in lingerie, to come into my room and masturbate on me, then continue the tease in broad daylight. “I’m very sorry,” she said, and stormed out of the kitchen. She showered and dressed, and I heard her leave the house. I called the office and told Donna I would be in to work late. About 30 minutes later, I heard a loud. “Son of a bitch!!!” outside. I looked out the dining area window, and saw Gloria, the older next door neighbour looking at her car in her garage. I walked outside to see what the trouble was. “Just what I need,” she hissed, “A fucking flat tire when I have to be at an appointment.” She was wearing a mint green summer dress with a thin belt, a light knit sweater it,dark green high heels, and nude hosiery. Her ash blonde hair was pulled tightly up on either side of her head, and she had a necklace and bracelets which matched her shoes.”Don’t worry….I’ll give you a ride and change your tire,” I said, “Just let me get my keys, wallet, and a shirt.” I came back out and opened the door of my car for her. As she got into the bucket seat, her dress rode up exposing one of her stocking tops and garter tab. She took off her light sweater because the heat was already building, and I could see her white bra through the armholes and buttons of her dress. I opened the vents on the car as we drove, and she pulled her skirt up to almost mid thigh. “It’s wnderful of you to help me out – I will have to repay you,” she said. No problem, I told her, and as she got out of the car in front of the building, I got another peek at her stockings as she tried to get out gracefully. By the time I got home, I was about ready to explode, and knew I neede to get relief from one of the females in my life….and VERY soon.

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