we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house
and walking in, neither Heather nor her boyfriend, lying
on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as
we entered the living room. We hesitated. Then you placed
a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we
both relaxed, leaning quietly against the doorframe, enjoying
Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully
clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the situation.
He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was already
half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly, reluctantly,
pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again, undoing
one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand
again. Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated
over and over.
not difficult to understand the young man's fascination
with what was under Heather's blouse. When she had arrived,
it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large,
firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 18-year-old
body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As
we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I
could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my
fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and
the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on the couch
in a huff, still looking away from us. Heather, suddenly
concerned, pressed up against him, her breasts nearly overflowing
her blouse, now almost fully open. At first, he would not
be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her. How
long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but
the youth had decided to try a different tactic; as he held
her with one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans
with his free hand. With remarkable dexterity, and without
relinquishing the kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his
jeans down just a little.
a little--but enough. The sexual teasing that he had been
subjected to, had given him an enormous erection, which
sprung free impressing both of us. Still without breaking
the kiss, he took Heather's hand and wrapped it softly around
his cock. After a few moments, she withdrew her hand; then,
she slowly broke the kiss and gazed down, dreamlike, at
his erection. Slowly, on her own, she reached for it, stroked
it lovingly, caressed its length with hypnotic fascination.
friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but inexorably,
began to push her head toward his lap. We exchanged excited
glances; it was obvious what he wanted. We nearly gasped
out loud as Heather began to lovingly kiss the side of kiss
cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. She began to lick
the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware
of--and enjoying--the effect she was having on her partner.
Her red tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen prick,
teasing him, unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, she
encircled the head of his cock with her moist, full lips.
The magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too
much for her friend to bear; holding her head down on him,
he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft deep into
her mouth. Not surprisingly, she gagged. At the same time,
we gasped and they heard us....