downward to the curves of her body. She was slender and soft, the size of her breasts a delightful surprise, a continental shelf – the woman had two delicious, sizeable sweater muffins under there!
I was amazed she didn’t seem annoyed I was late. She wasn’t tapping her foot or pacing. She didn’t even look bored – she was just there, in the moment. There was even a half smile on her face.
“Hey Jules!” I slipped my arm around her waist and she turned to me, that half-smile filling and brightening immediately. Even her eyes smiled.
“Hey sexy!” She turned her face up for a kiss expectantly, not doubting for a moment I would give her one – and I did, a long, soft kiss that deepened into something else as I pressed her against the wall, leaning my weight fully against her. She gasped when we parted, her eyes shining. “Wow! I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Let’s not go in.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Not go in?”
“I want to be with you.” I nuzzled her neck, feeling her melt against me, the soft press of her breasts against my chest making me ache to touch them without any barrier between us. “Just you.”
“Well… I was going to surprise you…” Her breath moved across my ear, making my cock twitch. “Joanna’s gone to stay at Mum and Dad’s for the weekend. She’s standing up in a wedding.”
I perked up – in more ways than one. “We have your whole flat to ourselves?”
“That’s right.” She waggled her eyebrows.
“What are we waiting for?” I kissed her again, harder this time, sliding my thigh between hers and wondering if she was wearing knickers – she still hardly ever did. I pushed her skirt up a little with my hand, feeling the impossibly soft skin of her thigh. She sighed and shifted against me, not protesting at all, even though people were all around us.
“Hey, ya randy bloke!” The sound of a voice behind me made me stop any further exploration. “Get a room!”
“We’ve got one!” I called back over my shoulder and then turned to Julie and whispered, “Let’s go use it.”
Julie shared a nice flat with her twin sister, Joanna, on Forest Road. I didn’t fathom how they could make enough between them to afford it, but I think their Mum and Dad helped them out with groceries and such. We walked from the Tube, Julie swinging my hand and banging on about her late hours, and how hard her employer was working her lately. I paid only peripheral attention, the question of what was going on at home knotted like a viper in my belly.
“David, are you listening?”
“Huh?” I glanced at her as she unlocked the door to her flat and let us both in. The place smelled like roses and cats, a strange combination. They had a cat, even though they weren’t supposed to have any pets.
“What can I do to get your mind back here?” Julie pondered, shutting the door and tossing her purse and keys on the foyer table. Her tone was teasing as she shrugged off her jacket and let it drop to the floor. She was dressed to the nines, ready for a night of dancing, and the sight of her breasts pushed up in some silky material transfixed me for a moment.
“That helped,” I said, leaving off my shoes and stepping over her discarded jacket.
“What did?” She slid up onto the arm of a big, cushy chair, unbuckling the little straps on her heels and letting them clatter to the floor. “Oh, you mean this?” Her fingers worked the buttons on her blouse, pulling it free of her skirt to get the lower ones. Her blouse was sheer and black, her bra the clear decoration beneath. She stood and let her shirt drop to the floor, too, and went to work on her bra. “Is this helping get your mind back on… things?”
“More than my mind…”
The bra joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor and I stared as her breasts bounced free, their small, dark nipples already hard.
“Unzip me?” Julie turned, bending over the arm of the chair. Their cat – he was named something – Seymour? Simon? I couldn’t remember – jumped up into the chair and mewed at her. She pet him, cooing and making soft noises that made my cock jump. I moved closer, running my hand along the smooth curve of her back as I slowly worked the zipper of her skirt down. She had a terrific set of arse antlers on her lower back, a tattoo like black lightning that met in the middle to form a heart-shape. I hadn’t noticed it the first time we were together in my bedroom in the dark, but we’d managed to find other times this week to fuck like bunnies, squeezing it in between her work schedule and her flatmate’s. I’d only seen Joanna a few times – a startling shock, since they were identical twins. But Joanna didn’t have that hot tattoo on her back where Jules did.
If she was wearing knickers – and you never knew with Julie – I thought they would be black. Instead, they were white cotton with a little lace edge, quite prim. They made me smile. It was somehow even more alluring, those little girl-like panties underneath all the sexy outerwear. I slid her skirt down her slim hips, watching it pool at her feet.
“Nice knickers.” I pulled them down to reveal all of her tattoo. Damn, that was hot.
“You like ‘em?” Julie hooked her thumbs in and pulled them all the way off, turning and letting them dangle from her finger. “You can have ‘em!”
I laughed as she tucked them into my jacket pocket, pressing herself against me. She was completely naked and my cock was rock hard as I grabbed onto her arse and pulled her close.
“Well, you’ve succeeded.” I took her hand and placed it over my crotch, letting her feel how hard her little striptease had made me.
“I said I wanted yourmind back.” Julie giggled, squeezing the length of my cock through my trousers and making me jump. “Oh wait! I guess Idid succeed, didn’t I?”
I snorted. “All men think with their dicks, is that it?”
“What are you thinking now?” She sank slowly to her knees in front of me, letting every inch of her naked body rake down my fully clothed front, and I watched her feeling dizzy with lust. She unzipped me quickly and I was in her hand before I could even take another breath.
“Thinking?”
She giggled again and then ran the tip of her tongue around the head of my aching cock, making me groan. We’d squared away the sucks-like-a-Hoover issue on our second “date” – and she had made great progress in the blowjob department since. I loved the way she looked up at me when she did it, stopping now and then to ask, “Like this?” or “Good?”
All I could manage to respond was, “Fantastic! Fucking fantastic!” closing my eyes and letting the pleasure take me completely out of myself. She was actually making my knees weak!
“Jules,” I gasped, pulling my cock out of her grasp. “I need to sit down or I’m going to collapse!”
She laughed and pushed me back toward the chair. I shrugged off my jacket and stepped out of my trousers on the way, while she followed me on her knees. Her mouth seemed to follow my cock and she latched on the moment I sat down, working up and down with a fervor that was going to make me blow way too soon for my liking.
“Wait.” I reached for her, pulling her up so I could kiss her. I could taste myself in her mouth as she splayed herself between my legs. I couldn’t help grabbing her arse and grinding my cock against her belly as we kissed. Julie wriggled and moaned when I spread her open with my hands.
“You didn’t like my mouth?” she whispered, sucking on my neck – damn, she had a hard suck! I was going to have love bites in the morning. If she could only learn to use her powers for good!
“I love your mouth.” I kissed her again, sucking at her lips, running my tongue along the sweet open flesh of her mouth. “But my cock is in the mood for some… brain food.”
She giggled at my attempt at a joke, my fingers eagerly probing, her pussy hair soft and curly, giving way to the wetness beneath. There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to be buried inside her.
“Come on, luv,” I urged, helping her up so she was fully in my lap, straddling me. “Give my poor cock some nourishment.”
“Only if you promise to give my little clitty some, too.” She smiled again as she positioned herself, her hair a dark curtain around us as she grabbed hold and aimed me. I was falling in love with that smile.
“You couldn’t keep my hands off it if you tried,” I murmured as she sank down onto the length of my cock – fuck, that was good! Her breasts swayed slightly as she began to rock, balancing herself on the arms of the chair – they were ripe and luscious and I wanted to cup them but I restrained myself, using one hand on her hip to steady her and the other to find and focus on her clit.
