Patience is a Virtue
For over ten years now, I have been close friends with a couple from Aberdeen. Their daughter, Joanne had just turned 18 when I had my first sexual encounter with her. That was three years ago now. I was staying in their house for a couple of nights as Joannes parents had been called away on personal business. At about ten oclock that Saturday morning, Joanne came down stairs to use the phone, still dressed in her nightie. While she made the call, she sat on a window ledge and innocently crossed her legs whilst chatting to her friend. In doing so, her nightie rode up exposing most of her legs. As I was sitting opposite her I had quite an eye opening view which really turned me on. Later that same day, I looked out of my bedroom window and caught another view of Joanne. The house was built in such a way that the visitors bedroom looked down onto hers. Joanne was changing in such a position that I was allowed a clear view of her whole body. Her body was better than perfect. Her breasts were quite small, but would probably still be a handful. Her legs were long, youthful and slender and her pussy, a surprisingly mature black triangle. I could no longer contain my erection and the temptation to enter her bedroom was enormous, but Im glad to say that I managed to control myself, this was after all my friends daughter.
Three years later however, I could no longer stand the strain and apparently neither could she.
Joanne was now 21, and recently I was invited to go on holiday with them. On the penultimate day, Joanne claimed of being too tired to go to the beach and I had to make final arrangements for the journey home. Once the preparations were completed, I knocked on her room door to see if she wanted anything to eat or drink. In reply to her command, I entered to find her standing by the bed in a pair of bikini briefs and a shirt. The effect on me was instantaneous, and unaviodably noticable as I was only wearing shorts myself. Joanne, shy, innocent girl that I thought she was, said that she didnt want anything to drink, but she could think of one thing she wanted to eat. She slid her hand across the front of my shorts, brushing my tool, and causing and involuntary twitch in the process.
She told me to sit on the bed, and knelt in front of my crotch pulling my shorts down, exposed my erect penis. Joanne teasingly flicked her tongue over the tip of my tool before sliding my entire length into her hot, wet mouth. Joanne closed her eyes and worked her tongue and mouth on me with the skill and confidence of a woman twice her age. Warning her I was close to climaxing, she lifted her eyes to meet mine and continued sucking and licking until I exploded down her throat. She gagged a little at the inital spurt, but gamely kept my tool in her mouth until the last of my come had been sucked from my sack.
Rising, her mouth met mine, and we spent the next few minutes kissing passionately on the bed. The remnants on my come in her mouth was quite a turn on, and my erection soon returned.
I asked Joanne if she would like the favour returned (as if I didnt know). Yes, of course was the unmitigated reply. I removed her shirt, my hands lingering on those oh so perfect breasts, my tongue teasing her nipples erect and savouring the salty sweat as I worked my way down the flat of her stomach to the musky damp mound sheathed by her bikini briefs. I kissed and nibbled the insides of her thighs, and continued working down those magnificent slender legs, lifting her legs to kiss the backs of her knees, and so on down to her feet. I put my lips around her toes and began sucking and kissing. Joanne was writhing on the bed, alternatively lying back, grasping the sides of the head board, and sitting up massaging her pussy through the skin of material and clutching the back of my head. I slowly started working my way back up her legs, my hands preceding my mouth till I was back, breathing over her mound. She lifted her bottom to ease the passage of her soaking briefs which went discarded to the floor. I planted soft kisses on her glistening lips and was rewarded by a shuddering climax. I drank greedily on her juices, probing her with my tongue, lapping her clit and soon had her climaxing again.
Joanne sat up and with her hand on the back of my neck pulled her face to mine. She kissed me, darting her tongue between my lips to taste her own juices in my mouth while her hands strayed once more to my crotch.
I want you in me she sighed breathlessly to my ear, bury your length to the hilt, she said. Needing no second invitation, as Joanne laid back on the bed, one hand still grasping my length, I spread her moist lips and slowly, inch by inch, penetrated her hot, wet hole. I eased it out again, letting her enjoy the sensation of the stroke, feeling the tightening of her vaginal muscles as she pulled me back inside. Leaning over her sweating lithe body, I tongued her nipples, nibbling gently with my teeth, and continued the slow stroke until she cried faster, harder. I willingly obliged.
Pumping my length into her wet pussy, she met my strokes by raising her hips to crotch slapping perfection. I stroked hard and fast and climaxed with bone jarring sympathy, my tool buried in her hole.
That was fan, fantastic, I stuttered, catching my breath. Well worth waiting for. Ive waited three years for that, she said as I stared a-gog. I was ready for you that day on the stairs, but you held back, most noble, and I admired you for it. But we both have needs, and now we know we can fulfill each others desires, lets not wait another three years to do so.
I never was one to argue with a woman.