Alina Li

Clare is married to Scott, my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were teenagers. My story takes place in the late seventies. It was March, you know that time of year when spring isn’t here yet; you’re sick of winter and just getting over the February blahs. My wife had left the previous December and taken our son with her. Something about needing to find herself, and oh “Merry Christmas dear!” Bah Humbug! Scott and Clare knew I was feeling low so they organized a party at my place. After all I had the space now and no one would be disturbed by the noise. The party had been a good idea; I was feeling a bit better even if I was slightly less sober than when the evening began. Now, everyone had gone home except Scott and Clare. They’d stayed to help clean up and we had ended up having a few more shooters. Scott had, as usual, had way too much to drink and had passed out. Clare and I man handled him upstairs to the guest room and put him to bed. She was really upset with him. His drinking was becoming a problem. His recent promotion had required a lot more hours at work and resulted in a LOT more stress. She said he had never been the really affectionate type, rarely showed his romantic side and had gotten worse lately. “I wish he’d never taken this stupid job!” she complained “Its killing our marriage” We went downstairs and I turned on the gas fireplace. We decided to open a bottle of wine, sit on my leather couch and talk for a while. I was getting a little maudlin and feeling sorry for myself about Lee’s leaving. Clare said, “Frankly, I think she was nuts to leave you. You’re a bahis şirketleri warm, affectionate kind of guy who takes care of his woman. I wish Scott was more like you.” We sat looking into the fire for a few minutes while I thought that over. ‘Did she just make a subtle pass?’ I thought. Clare and I had flirted outrageously for years but I had always thought it was just good natured fun, nothing serious. ‘Maybe I was wrong!? …Nah! It’s my imagination and the booze.’ Just then Clare said “I’m chilled, can I sit next to you?” as she scooted over from her end of the couch. She snuggled into my side, put her arm around my waist, looked at the fire and then looked up at me. Clare was, to say the very least, a GOOD looking woman. She had shoulder length light brown, very fine hair not quite dirty blond, big brown eyes, the face of an angel and a body men only dream about. You guys know: 36D 26 36. You always had the feeling when you watched her that she had just been fucked or wanted to fuck right now. A very sexy woman! She was wearing a pink v-neck sweater, buttoned up the front, except for the top button so she could show off that gorgeous cleavage and well washed light blue jeans that looked painted on. I was in no shape to resist. I leaned over and kissed her. It was like an electric shock had run through me. My heart started to pound and I started to tremble. I could tell she was feeling it too. I rolled her on her back and just kept kissing her. It was more intoxicating than the booze I’d had all night. I just wanted to keep on kissing her. Our tongues fenced and dueled, explored bahis firmaları each other wantonly. Our lips danced, our mouths sucked. We kissed like the spell would break if we stopped. I reached out gently and rubbed my open palm across her left breast. I could feel her tense it under my fingers. I began to gently massage it through her clothing. I knew right then that this was something special that might never come again. I was determined to make it last as long as possible. I kissed her neck, her ears her eyes, her nose, her cheek and her mouth. I kept massaging her breasts. On and on. Very slowly building her passion. I slowly undid the buttons to her sweater, to reveal her lace-trimmed bra, which covered those exquisite breasts. I moved my mouth over her breasts. Nibbling and sucking at her nipples through the material until the front of the bra was wet. I could see the faint outline of the dark areola through the wet material. Her nipples were fully erect. I pushed her bra up and out of the way to reveal those fabulous orbs. We kissed again. Deeply. As the kiss ended I trailed my mouth across her chest to her left breast and began sucking on it like a baby would nurse. She moaned softly. Ever so softly I sucked the nipple in my mouth and gently put pressure on its base with my teeth and while sucking raked my teeth gently up its length. I was rewarded with a slightly sweet tasting secretion. Almost the taste of breast milk. “Oh god!” she moaned. I moved to her right breast and did the same thing, with the same result. “Don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop ever”. She began to kaçak bahis siteleri moan and writhe on the couch, her hips making little rocking motions. My heart was pounding. The sight of her in such ecstasy made my now hard dick even harder. All I could think of was giving this beautiful woman more and more pleasure. Pleasure that she had been obviously missing at home for some time. ‘Scott you’re an ass!’ I thought ‘How could you ignore this hot, hot woman who obviously loves to fuck?’ We kissed and fondled and sucked for a few more minutes. Clare was getting more turned on by the second and I wasn’t far behind. I reached down to the front of her jeans and rubbed her crotch through the material. She clamped her legs around my hand and squeezed. I rubbed harder. She began to gently buck against my hand. Her crotch began to get damp right through the jeans. God this woman was horny! I undid the jeans, pulled down the zipper and slipped my hand in. Her panties were sodden. I pushed the crotch of her panties into her slit and rubbed my hand up and down it’s length. She crossed her ankles and tightened her upper leg muscles and it was like my hand was in a vice. Trapped in her pussy. I could feel her quivering and knew she was having the first of many orgasms that night. I learned later that Clare was multi-orgasmic. She said that once she had one orgasm it was like riding wave after wave of them “I just keep cumming and cumming. Some bigger than others but it doesn’t stop until I stop fucking.” She relaxed her hold on my hand and I put my fingers into her dripping pussy. Still kissing her and sucking her breasts and now rubbing in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit with my thumb, she began to moan louder and began fucking my hand with her well oiled hips. We had been engaged in this foreplay for about 40 minutes now.

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