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Not So Lonely Tonight
I was going to be alone again. I had been alone
for a while, out of choice really. I had had
some serious relationships, but they hadn't
lasted, and now although there was some
opportunities, I couldn't really be arsed to
take them. I didn't know what I wanted. I have
been through that meet a girl, go on some dates,
have sex, go steady, break up thing, too many
times. If I meet a girl now it would be the same
again. Sure I would enjoy the chase somewhat,
enjoy the ego trip as I realise she is keen, and
particularly enjoy the first few times I start
to see and feel her body. But somehow that
seemed a lot of effort, a lot of rigmarole, a
lot of games. Shit, I think I'm too old for
that. I'm not old in years as such, not even
thirty, but old for that game. So yes, tonight
as it had been for sometime I was going to be
alone.
Well you'll be guessing already by my careful
wording that maybe I wasn't going to be alone
after all. You'd wonder why I'd be writing if I
was to be alone. I could, I suppose just be
writing about a wonderful wank (in fact there
are a few that merit it). But no, I was going to
be alone, but I didn't end up being alone.
I work in an office, a dull office and had had a
dull day there. It was the weekend, but had been
drinking in some style the night before and was
content to stay in, watch a movie, eat a pizza,
maybe touch myself a bit. I was content I guess,
but at the same time thinking of everyone
outside in the city, in pubs, clubs, bars,
theatres. Thinking of all the kind of things
that were going on out there, thinking of all
the girls out there, thinking of the couples,
what they might be doing. Thinking of the bodies
dancing, the bodies touching, the sweat, the
heartbeats, the smiles, the kisses. I didn't
think for long, I opened up a book, reading a
chapter, before turning over to sleep.
I was awoken by a noise, a rustle somewhere
outside. My first reaction at hearing a anything
outside is to ignore it, sleep is far to
enjoyable to let it be disturbed. But I couldn't
help be slightly concerned. I live in a large
suburban house and there had been a few
burglaries recently so I started to wander want
the rustling was.
I got up, and went over to the window. There in
my garden, quite clearly, was a girl in her
underwear, underneath a tree. She was standing
there looking ahead, rotating her hips, with her
hand down her knickers. A tree branch was
brushing her side as she swayed. This of course
was a stupendous sight. I couldn't see her well,
but her body was certainly a finely tuned work.
She had curly brown hair to her shoulders and
well tanned skin. I watched motionless, barely
able to breathe. Why was she here? I watched for
minutes, my cock stiff in my boxer shorts. I
didn't want to move for fear of disturbing her.
My hand holding the curtain back was trembling.
I stood watching for maybe 5 minutes, but it
seemed like more - did time stand still? - it
did for me. I didn't notice any change in her
movements, no climax was apparent, but she
stopped and sat down where she was, in my
garden, nearly naked.
I had to talk to her, find out why she was here.
So I let go of the curtain, put on my dressing
gown and walked downstairs, leaving the lights
off.
I slowly made my way through to the kitchen,
where I could see her through the backdoor,
still sitting by the tree. I didn't know how
best to approach her, I guessed a direct route
would be the most honest, and after a pause,
went straight to open the door, alerting her to
my presence. I could see her more clearly she
was fairly short, but beautiful. Probably early
twenties, showing ample breasts through a lacy
white bra.
She looked at up at me startled, but I tried to
reassure her straight away.
"Don't worry' I said.
Well actually I don't think she was worried, she
just looked at me grinning, aware of her
naughtiness, just a little concerned that she
had been caught. Maybe she wanted to be caught,
she was hardly hiding herself too well. Her
cheeks were red, but she looked so relaxed, so
at ease with herself, her beauty, her erotica.
I walked up to her and knelt beside her.
"Hi" she said "I hope you don't mind being in
your garden, but it was a lovely night, I and I
felt like a walk."
For the first time I saw a pile of clothes
nearby, but she made no attempt to pick them up.
I was trembling, not sure what do in this
strangest of situations. All I could think of
was to her ask her if she wanted a drink, as if
I was in a bar. She nodded her head, and asked
me who I lived with. I said I lived alone, she
didn't react, just got up and followed me into
the kitchen picking up her clothes on the way. I
went to put on the kettle, assuming she would
want some tea, but she stopped me.
"Look, I don't want a drink really, I want to
play. Let me see your body, I think you have had
a good look at mine."
I turned round at her, so relieved there wasn't
going to be some embarrassing chat. I dropped my
dressing gown, showing my boxers with a rather
awkward protrusion, but I could see she was
pleased with either my body or my speedy action,
as her smile rose further up her face.
"Let me be your garden nymphet" she whispered,
and walked up close to me and rubbed her hand
down my chest, and quickly but gently onto my
cock. Now with both hands, she stretched out my
boxers and slipped them to the floor. She then
took me by the waist and pushed me towards the
kitchen counter. I lifted myself so I was
sitting up, as she seemed to desire, and as I
did this she nuzzled her face to my cock. Not
licking just touching so I could feel the
softness of her skin against my nerve endings.
She then moved away, and I was left in a rather
odd position, my very stiff cock pointing to the
ceiling, sitting on the kitchen counter.
She started swinging her hips as I had seen
earlier, but this time started to undo first her
bra, then move her knickers to the floor, all
the time keeping up the slow hypnotic twisting
of her body. Her breasts stood so firm. I needed
to touch them, but knew I would have to wait as
she continued her dance, moving her hands
around, touching what I wanted to touch.
I could feel the juices coming up into my shaft
as I watched this incredible show. She started
quicker with her hands, rubbing her pussy. She
stood on a chair, giving me a better view, still
rotating, giving me the occasional look at her
soft opening, which was glistening with her
liquid.
Her breathing was getting heavier, and eyes
occasionally closed, her enjoyment was obvious.
For a moment I thought that maybe she was simply
an exhibitionist and I was only going to watch,
but at that moment she looked me in the eyes,
stepped off the chair and said
"I think now we should play together. I can see
you have a fine cock, and I think he needs me."
It certainly did! It was pulsating with
excitement, but needed to be touched, and I was
resisting doing this myself as I was hoping for
the touching to be done by her. She put her
hands on my thighs, rubbing up and down, and
lowered her mouth onto the end my cock. The
sweetness of her lips on my flesh was so warming
as she pressed gently and slid down the shaft.
As she motioned upwards, she started to tease
with her tongue, softly caressing it's full
length. She continued to slide up and down ..oh
so slowly, until she became too concerned from
my deep breathes that I might cum.
"I think you like that", she said. "I do too.
You have a fine tool, and I think I want it
elsewhere."
For the first time, I started to use my hands in
this encounter. I lowered them on to her
shoulder and moved them to her breasts. She felt
so smooth, so firm, her nipples stood out nearly
an inch, and she moaned as I rolled them between
my fingers. I slipped off the counter so I could
explore her more carefully, and my tongue found
her neck, her shoulders and then her breasts.
Her hands moved on my body and found my balls,
cupping and stroking them. My excitement was
extreme, I wanted to move my head down and
explore her lower regions, but I must think
about her request. She wanted my tool, and it
was time to let her have it. I gently brought
her down to the tiled floor of the kitchen, and
whilst kissing her mouth, probed my cock at her
pussy. I could feel the wetness around her
entrance and soon slid in to her tight hole. I
moved slowly as she had when her mouth was on my
cock. The look on her face had changed from the
innocent smile to that of a lustful women,
demanding her pleasure.
"You fuck good" she said "but you should fuck me
harder"
Her compliments seemed unnecessary, she was the
'fucker' here, but it was still good to hear and
I quickened my pace and adjusted my position to
try and push further into her welcoming pussy.
She then reached up at me, and rolled me over in
a fluid movement, so our positions were quickly
reversed.
She lay over me, on her knees, riding up and
down, knowing perfectly the limits of her
movement, ensuring my full length was pumped on
each stroke. She accelerated her motion, and I
was amazed at the speed she got to.
"This is how I like it" she screamed. "I like it
fast, I like it strong" she then moaned real
deeply and real loud, just as I involuntarily
jerked my pelvis and fiercely shot my cum inside
of her.
She collapsed on top of me, her breathing as
hard and strong as my convulsions had just been.
When we had both caught our breath, I lifted her
up.
"I'm sorry, if I got carried away" she said, I
don't like to think of myself as swearing and
making a lot of noise, but tonight I have needed
an orgasm so bad. I hope you don't mind me
finding you like this."
We talked a bit, we didn't talk about our names,
but she told me how tonight as on other nights
she had needed to wander the suburban gardens
looking through peoples windows to catch a
glimpse of some neighbourly sexual goings on.
She had seen nothing tonight, so went into one
of the gardens where no-one appeared to be at
home, and touched herself whilst watching the
moon. When she saw me, she was already in such a
light-headed mood, that although inwardly
scared, she just went with her feelings. As she
puts it 'went with the mood of the moonlight'.
She put her on her underwear, and I my dressing
gown.
"What about that drink, before I go" she said.
I had expected her to leave quite quickly, but
this was a good sign.
"Sure, cup of tea?"
I pointed her to the lounge, saying to wait
whilst I made the drink. When I got in there she
was lying on the sofa, asleep.
And as you can imagine there was more to come
later.
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