The day was sunny and warm, but not overpoweringly hot, with a blue sky and a hint of clouds. Karen had just decided to call up one of her beaus. She was feeling the first days of summer and was looking to have one of them help elevate her libido even more.
She thought a little and then came up with one of her favorites. Stan was more than just another friend with benefits. He was a friend with a magic wand that was thick, meaty, and stretched to over eight inches. He should be first every time, Karen thought.
Her quick text: Hey Stan, need help to get me ready for summer. Come over this afternoon? XX Karen
The reply: Howdy, Karen. Been a little while. Have something this morning. Free after 2. Okay? X Stan.
Karen’s reply: Okay. Bring a bathing suit. After 2. XX Karen
Karen found someone to help her start her summer off with a bang.
Wanting to make sure that she was a good host, she dressed for the occasion. She put on sexy white lace thong panties that just barely covered her lips and fit well into the valley behind. They had little bows on either side that could be undone to slip off without needing to pass through her legs.
The thong would be used to hide her closely trimmed landing strip. She made sure that she was shaved close and smooth. Her goal was to encourage Stan to do one of the things that she liked so much during sex, oral attention on her delta of Venus.
To cover herself, she chose a diaphanous white sun dress of light cotton. Her 38DD natural breasts with the peek-a-boo nipples, her long legs, and her soft skin were all prepared to say hello to Stan. The round, firm breasts indicated that there was no need to wear a bra. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Her nipples poked through the material and hardened as they rubbed against it. If this didn’t put Stan ready to go, then he would have a problem with his libido.
Another accessory was the pool, which had warmed up to almost thirty degrees centigrade, cleaned, and inviting, just like Karen. A rich azure water surrounded by a couple of chaise longues and a king-size sun bed for two people or more. She also pulled out an ice bucket with champagne and a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Everything was ready except Karen’s nerves. She was a little apprehensive and wanted the afternoon to last longer than a five-minute (second?) roll with Stan. She hadn’t seen him for a while and was concerned that maybe he was not that interested in anything except a fast poke and shoot. With that weighing on her mind, the front doorbell rang, and shortly her situation would be revealed.
Her heart pounded slightly because she hadn’t seen Stan in a while. Karen made her way to the front door. Opening the door with a bright smile, Stan stood all six feet of him with the afternoon light surrounding him, leaving his body dark. He was well-proportioned with brown hair and tight biker shorts that clung to his lower torso with a suggestion of the apparatus that was covered. His leg muscles were evident, as were his chest muscles, in the form-fitting Polo shirt.
“Hello, Stan, please, come on in,” Karen welcomed ebulliently.
“Hello, yourself, and thank you for the invitation,” Stan replied, then continued, “These are for you.”
“They’re beautiful, Stan. I love a bouquet of wildflowers,” she responded, “That is so thoughtful of you, Stan. Thank you.”
“I thought you would like them from my memory of the last time we met,” Stan said.
Coming inside, he planted a friendly kiss on Karen’s cheek while still holding a rolled-up beach towel.
“We can go out back, Stan. This day is too nice to stay indoors all afternoon.”
“It is the first hot day of summer, Stan. How about we change into our bathing suits, go out back, and get reacquainted over a refreshing mimosa?”
“Sounds delightful, Karen. I really love your decorations and the style of your home. I almost forgot how tastefully you had arranged things. I think it may have been six months since we last connected.”
Stan surveyed the interior. Karen had arranged the home in a modern style with limited knick-knacks and comfortable furniture. The floor-to-ceiling windows provided bright sunlight that was almost as welcoming as Karen’s smile and body. The kitchen was open to the living space, providing a warm atmosphere. A short hallway must lead to the bedrooms, as best Stan could remember.
“Okay, Stan, you can change into your suit down the hallway and first door on the right. I’ll change in my room. The water is warm and great for swimming.”
Stan was not sure he wanted her to change. The view through her dress was enticing. Karen’s nipples were bright red with smaller areolas. The buds were already pressed against the fabric and looked like they would burn through. Her breasts were slightly visible, round and full. Anyone with a pulse would want to massage them. From what he could remember, Karen’s breasts were natural, and he was hoping that the text was a booty call and not a let’s talk about my ex’s problems call.
Stan went to the bedroom and put on his royal blue bathing suit. It was a little more modest compared to his biker shorts, but not much, and was easier to remove.
Karen went to her bedroom. Removed her clothes and put on her bathing suit. Fluorescent yellow, it had a small patch covering her sex that was linked to two almost invisible strings that went up to her hips, and the dental floss that went up her ass crack. Her round, melon-like breasts were covered a little, with the areolas modestly hidden, and the rest of her breasts in plain sight. She added a couple of spritzes of perfume before evaluating her choice in the mirror. Realizing that she wanted to heighten Stan’s libido gradually, she prudently put on a lightweight bathing suit cover that hinted at her form.
“Let’s go out on the terrace, Stan, and toast the summer and our reunion.”
“Okay, Karen, let’s do it.”
“My sentiments exactly,” Karen added slyly.
The terrace was partially covered, and the table held the ice bucket with champagne and fresh orange juice. Two chairs with cushions waited for them, and Karen asked Stan to open the champagne.
Taking the foil covering and wire cage from the champagne bottle, Karen watched as Stan twisted the cork. As it slowly opened, finally, the familiar ‘pop’ sound signaled success, and a small flow of the liquid flowed out. Karen had gently shaken the bottle to have a little spurt, to serve as a symbol for what she would like to see.
“Oh, Stan. That is sexy. I just love to watch that shoot out of the tip,” Karen said suggestively.
“Sorry, we lost some, Karen,” Stan replied.
“That’s fine, Stan. We can make up for it later. I am a big fan of mimosas on a hot day.”
Sitting down, Stan had the chair almost touching Karen’s. She placed her hand on his knee and gently stroked his thigh. Her eyes focused first on his chest, watching his nipples harden as he felt her hand touch inside his thigh, stroking to show him discreetly her intent.
Her body was also responding to touching Stan, but that remained a mystery to Stan for the moment.
Pouring the champagne and then adding the orange juice, Karen was becoming increasingly nervous due to her craving for Stan. She offered the mimosa to Stan, and they toasted with vigor.
“Here’s to a beautiful afternoon in summer with temperatures peaking!” Karen offered.
They raised glasses and drank the sparkling orange drink while sitting back.
“How about a swim, Stan?”
“Sounds good. Let’s finish another mimosa beforehand,” Stan suggested.
A little panicked, Karen was worried about engaging in small talk, but she decided that she would try to steer the conversation to something more interesting. Finding a good topic was difficult until she decided to go for something else as Stan served their second mimosas in their flutes.
“Stan, let me be a little forward. Do you remember what we did the last time you came over?”
Stan was a little flustered because he had a vivid memory of what they had done. The evening at dinner and a movie did not produce a great dialogue between them. It was memorable because after dinner, Stan’s radar said that it would be an early night and he would return home with his hand being his partner.
Things changed when Karen invited him in, and they sat on her couch. Like teenagers, they began kissing and fondling each other. Stan still had the feeling it was time to leave, because Karen removed his hands from her breasts. But just as he stood up to leave, she started more serious activities.
After Karen dropped his pants and then her knees to the floor, her luscious lips had taken him to oral heaven. Then he reciprocated on her lips. Finally, they used the missionary position to consummate their evening.
“Yes, Karen. I remember that we had a night that was progressively more intense.”
“Glad that you could remember it, Stan. I am slow to start, and then I cannot contain myself.”
“I was wondering why we didn’t get together after that,” Stan queried, “because I sent you texts, but you didn’t respond. Finally, after two weeks, I figured that you weren’t interested.”
“I was away for a month on a business trip overseas, but figured you had moved on. This week, I figured it was so good that I needed to try again,” Karen explained.
“Let’s get a little wet,” Stan proposed.
“Okay, Stan. Race you to the other end of the pool,” she cried, taking off her lightweight jacket rapidly and diving into the pool.
Stan followed at a disadvantage. Karen won the race with such a long headstart. Stan started to complain.
“No! You cheated,” he protested.
“My pool, my rules,” she replied, “and now you need to grant me a wish.”
“Okay, Karen, you won, not fairly, but I can’t fight it.”
Sitting on the steps at the end of the pool, Stan realized that Karen’s bikini was thin and skimpy. The yellow cloth was thin enough to see that her nipples were hard. She was sitting on the top step of the pool, and her thong was at water level. The material clung to her skin and outlined her womanhood.
That was enough to awaken Stan’s member again, even in the pool. He had put his arm around Karen and sat down next to her.
“Well, what’s the decision? Will you have me jump off a cliff, kill a wild boar? Your wish, mistress?” Stan queried.
“Nothing so daring, but a little exploration,” she responded, “Let me go to the chaise longue and think a little more.”
Getting out of the water, she walked to the oversized chaise longue. Stan followed her curves with a beautiful ass to the foot of the sun bed. Her breasts swayed in the light breeze that made the temperature almost perfect. Sitting on the side, she lifted her legs, turned, and lay down on the bed with the back angled at forty-five degrees with a little sound of contentment.
“I’m waiting, Karen.”
“I’m waiting also, Stan. Remember the last time that you were here? You demonstrated that your tongue was a treasure. As the race winner, I would like to reclaim your tongue for a session.”
Still at the pool’s edge, Stan walked over, “Okay. But if it was so good, why wait so long to call me after I texted you the day after?”
In a breathy, sexually energized voice, she replied, “It took so long to recover from it.”
“Come on, Karen. Don’t think I will fall for that nonsense. I loved eating you out, and I know that you are not so innocent. I am obliged to do your bidding by the race rules.”
He was not going to pass up this opportunity. Sitting next to her now, he kissed her, and she opened her mouth to offer her tongue. Moving his tongue forward, Karen withdrew hers, and as he penetrated her mouth, she closed her lips around his tongue and sucked like it was his shaft. He moaned his approval.
Karen appreciated the attention, and he fondled her breasts as they kissed, with the thin cloth revealing her nipples now even harder as he held them while pushing his hand underneath her full melons.
Pulling down her bikini top, her breasts were in full view. Pointed nipples with areolas that were just slightly larger than the hardened red bullet tips. Stan initiated a slow descent to begin devotion at her breasts.
Nibbling, soft bites, and sucks left Karen rubbing her legs together tightly. She was starting to have her muscle memory remember that tongue and mouth. When he reached her breasts, he sucked and licked underneath, moving to the side, holding one in both hands. Languidly, he kissed, and his mouth found the nipple.
“Mmm…your nipple is so hard, maybe you have other parts also like that.”
Karen groaned, “Find out for yourself.”
Stan sucked hard, and Karen’s body responded, lifting towards him, and her arms cradled his head.
“All yours, Stan. I’m so horny for you.”
Stan continued and afterwards moved to the other breast, pulling the nipple to an extreme.
Moving forward, Karen released her top, and now only her thong remained. The path to her pleasure center was clear except for the thong.
Stan moved down in a deliberate manner towards fulfilling Karen’s wish. She squirmed as he moved to her abdomen and his breath warmed her. His hands caressed her breasts, sides, and arms. Those nibbles and bites were infuriating because she just became more filled with passion.
At the border of the thong, Stan untied the sides of the thong and lowered the front to serve as a napkin. He was moving and Karen had trimmed her bush to leave a landing strip that was enticing him to follow it to the treasure. His nibbling was a little more forceful as he went lower. His hands massaged her inner thighs as she opened them in anticipation. One of his hands made a V and stroked either side of her vulva, now a little puffy as Karen was waiting for more.
His V pinched both sides of her slit and moved to one side and recommenced stroking. She could feel his breath on her slit, hot and full of desire. His finger that formed the V had elicited a little liquid, and Stan’s tongue lapped greedily.
In front of Karen and between her legs, Stan wanted to taste her little pussy, soaked from all the consideration he had given her. He plunged his tongue just at the top of her slit and moved down just inside the cleft, her flavor making his erection stiffer. He moved to the top again and dove a little deeper. Each pass had his tongue more profound in her slit, brushing against her clit. Karen’s labia were licked and probed with his trained tongue. He sucked her labia separately and then together.
Her pussy was covered with her juice and his saliva. His hands continued to move on her sides and breasts. One hand moved down to her delta of Venus and was gently massaging her clitoral hood as Stan’s tongue wet lower and deep. Now he was tongue fucking Karen. She raised her basin to meet his tongue thrusting in and out of her love tunnel. She would lift to meet each time.
Although Stan was entranced with her savor, he knew that another movement would help him push her to climax. He retracted his tongue and replaced it with two fingers, and moved his mouth and tongue to her clit. Fingering her G-spot and pumping in and out while he sucked and licked her love button appeared to work.
“Oh my God, Stan. I’m fucking cumming. Take it!”
Karen began to tremble and shake as she gave a little cry and then released her cyprine for Stan to taste. He took all he could and continued to caress Karen. After four to five squirts, she calmed down and was relaxing, albeit briefly.
Following a short recovery, Karen was playing with his head, and Stan was relaxing with her. However, after less than ten minutes, Karen was at Stan’s side, running her fingers gently up and down his right arm. Adeptly, she kissed him with her flavor still on his tongue. His nipples poked out and were hard.
“Your breasts have nice nipples, Stan,” she continued, “I am going to return your wonderful favor. I want all of you.”
Taking one of his nipples into her mouth, she sucked hard and could feel the hardness increase as she swirled her tongue around it. As she excited him, a hand moved down to cradle his balls. Soon she moved down, and his shaft was magnificent. He knew that Karen had a talent for oral. His cock twitched at the arrival of her mouth on his cockhead. His bulbous meatus was something she could not forget.
Licking the corona, Karen felt his involuntary movements. If she wasn’t careful, he would cum very fast. Moving to his frenulum, Karen bathed him in licks and her saliva. He gently held her head, and she continued to give him licks as she engulfed his cock and went halfway to the base as she massaged his balls with one hand and grabbed the base with a fist.
Pumping, but holding tight, Karen kept him close but not too close to releasing his cum. She had him close to where she wanted him, and continuing would be possible, but she wanted that first load in her cunt. That slippery, sticky goo that he had would fill her up.
“Fuck me, Stan. Your rod is so hard. I need it.”
Karen stopped fellating Stan and poised herself on all fours.
“Stan, stuff that cock in me doggie! I am so wet.”
Not needing much encouragement, Stan positioned himself behind Karen’s ass. He slipped his cock along her ass crack and then between her legs. Stan’s manhood was between her slit now, and he was using it to rub against her clit. The precum and her saliva had his penis slipping over her love nub, bringing an electrical charge.
“Enough! Fuck me hard with your meat, Stan,” she pleaded.
Lining up his cock, he poked the head just into her introitus. She couldn’t wait. She pushed her ass back, and he squeezed it as she buried him up to his balls. He leaned over and one hand played with her clit, and another fondled her melons, pinching the nipple.
They were pumping in unison. The afternoon breeze was just marvelous, and the heat agreeable. Karen started to lose control again. She pushed against Stan hard, and it was only a short time after that that Stan was close to cumming.
“Give me your load, Stan. I want your cum.”
Stan knew that he was close, and Karen could feel him thrust harder. She took a hand and grabbed his balls. The moment of climax for Karen came unexpectedly as she held his balls.
“Oh, shit, I’m losing it,” she cried.
With that, she squirted again as she moaned continuously.
Stan couldn’t hold back. He felt her wetness, and his spurts erupted in Karen. She could feel it as he pulled slightly back and then pushed hard as another jet of cum pulsated out of his rod. Karen was in ecstasy as she felt his cream fill her up and lubricate their coupling.
After they had cum, they lay on the sunbed kissing and fondling each other. The first time that they had done that outside, and not the last. Stan’s semen with Karen’s cum leaked out of her pussy, and Stan played with the liquid between Karen’s legs, and she was starting to get excited again.
The day was still young, and Stan was not yet too tired. Karen was willing, but their continuation is another story.
