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The other night a friend of mine needed to ?de-stress? so we went out on the town. When we got back to my place we talked for a while and he ended up telling me a story. It is a wonderfully sensual story so I decided to share it with everyone. I hope he doesn?t mind. Here?s the story as it was told to me: They arrived at the party a little late, they were making out in the car. It didn?t matter since it was an eighteenth birthday surprise party for him. He knew all about the party and was not happy about the idea. His mother wanted the big party. Since they were not ?out? to anyone they figured they had better get all their ?touchy feely? out before being around his family. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door to hear the classic ?surprise.? He acted surprised, but was really pissed. He smiled and mingled with the friends and family getting congratulations for being an adult. He didn?t take his eyes off her for more than a few minutes at a time. He was so in love with her. He watched as she talked with people and wanted to disappear with her forever. They flirted over the next few hours with their eyes and actions. They had done this dance many times over the last year. A look here, a wink there, a slight touch of the back or hand or standing closer than normal; they were very good at not being noticed in public. He watched her sitting on the couch with his mother, her ankles crossed. He knew that if she sat with her legs crossed everyone would know that she wore thigh-highs under her short skirt. He loved removing her clothes to see her in only her heels, thigh-highs and garter. He watched her bend forward to reach her glass so he could see down her shirt, she lingered knowing he was watching. She laughed as she sat back up, her eyes briefly meeting his. He smiled and winked so she could see he enjoyed her little show. He watched as her eyes lower to see him sporting a small hard on. This flirting continued between them but they did find time for one short encounter in the garage. He followed her into the garage when she went to şişli escort get another soda. He quietly closed the door and ?accidentally? locked it from the inside. He watched her open the fridge door and bend over. He wanted so desperately to lift her skirt, tear off her panties and take her right there. Instead he slowly approached her, surprising her when he pulled her close. She squeaked just a second before his hand clasped over her mouth. He turned her around in his arms, lifted her and let her lips crash into his as her legs wrapped around his waist. The feel of her lace panties under his hands propelled his need to feel her bare skin. His fingers moved quickly pulled them down under her tight butt. They kissed as he walked her to the work bench. He sat her down on the rough wooden surface. Leaning her back he pulled her panties down her thighs enough to reach between her legs. Her back arched against his hand, raising her thighs off the bench. He worked her panties down past her knees. The rush of air on her wet lips brought a long moan from deep in her throat up and out her open mouth. He kissed her squelching the sound of her joy. He plunged his fingers in fast and hard feeling her walls crashing around them. They both moaned wanting to release the pent up lust caused by their flirting. Her fingers grasped his hair holding his lips to hers as he drove his fingers in and out of her. He could feel that she wanted him to probe her with another part of his anatomy. He removed his fingers as fast as he had put them in, she squirmed closer. He looked into her eyes then kissed her nose. She tried the puppy dog look, it didn?t work. He licked his fingers clean as he knelt down to remove her panties. He lowered them slowly down her stockings and over her heels. As he stood her shoved them into his pocket and told her that she might get them back later. He intended to kiss her and leave her wanting more, but the scent of her lured him. He grasped her ankles, lifted them and rested her heels on the edge of the bench. He exhaled his need as he şişli escort bayan ran his fingers up her silky stockings. With his lungs empty he inhaled deeply taking in her sweetness. He looked to her eyes, growled, stuck out his tongue and quickly licked her folds. He let her taste dance on his tastebuds while he watched her eyes roll back. He wanted more but there was little time. No one had come looking so he felt there was a few minutes so he snaked his tongue inside her. She let out a long and rather loud moan. Not deterred by her vocals he drove his tongue deeper reaching for the spot. When he found it he tickled her over and over holding her hips in place. He felt her muscles contracting trying to move, but he held her where he wanted her. Time was running out so he reluctantly pulled his tongue out of her tasty hole flicking her clit as he moved to kiss her. He lifted her off the bench, kissed her forehead and walked toward the door. She was a little unstable from her exposed slit and what he did to her. He looked back at her, smiled and wanted a private place of their own with no interruptions and soon. He knocked a few times on the door before someone opened it. There was a short conversation about the lock as they all returned to the party. Then next few hours were as they had been, they flirted whenever possible. He watched her and she watched him. One more brief moment of alone time was as the party wound down. They found themselves alone in the kitchen cleaning a few dishes. He washed while she dried. Their fingers lingered with each dish passed between them. They laughed and joked the way they always had but now his eyes watched her butt as often as she looked to his muscular arms. They were very comfortable being together. When people started coming and going though the kitchen more frequently his mind wandered, their conversations slowed and he was left with his thoughts. They met so long ago he couldn?t remember her not in his life. The last year flew by so quickly, it seemed like just yesterday when they first kissed mecidiyeköy escort and now he was wondering if she would keep her promise to fulfill his deepest fantasy tonight. He trusted her to keep that promise. When they had the chance they talked about the plan for the night. He told his mother he was staying with a friend that night and would not he home until the afternoon. He wanted plenty of time with her. She had already booked the hotel room and he would meet her. He could not wait to get the party over and fly out of the house and into her open arms. When he was in his room packing his bag for the night he emptied his pockets and found her panties. He instantly remembered how wet he made her. He inhaled her panties and grabbed his hard on. There was some time before he was meeting her so he sat at his computer and opened a well hidden file. As he loaded the video he opened his jeans and rubbed her lace panties over himself. The video opened showing her drenched folds as she rubbed her clit and pushed a studded vibrator in and out hard. Her loud moans got him going fast. He wrapped her panties around his shaft, stroked and squeezed imagining it was her clamping down on him. He lost himself in the imagery as he let go covering the lace in his emissions. Letting out a long breath he felt alive and ready to have his fantasy become reality. Just before leaving he hid her panties; she won?t be getting them back anytime soon. He arrived at the door with knots in his stomach. He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, slid his keycard in the lock and opened the door. He smiled as he looked her over petite figure. Her hair setting off her pale skin fell long and straight, her eyes shown back at him from behind her glasses, her tight top fell low enough to show just the tops of her small but ample breasts and then her legs. Her legs were masked by stocking. His scan of her body ended with her three inch heels. While he scanned her she did the same with him. His height was so much greater than her, a good foot or more. His hair cut in a business cut that made him look older than eighteen. Her eyes followed the line of his body knowing that he was muscular under his t-shirt. She loved run her hands under his shirt and feel the rippling muscles of his abs as his arms held her tight.