Lisa and I decided to take a quick trip home before finals. Living in the dorms was beginning to take a toll on our sex life. Each of us had a roommate that constantly grated on our nerves. Having any alone time was rare.
My parents were on a business trip out of state, so we decided to go to my house and spend the weekend. We left early Saturday morning, arriving at the house just as the sun was getting up in the sky. Our plan was to lay out, get laid, and lay up.
It was going to be a lazy day spent by the pool. I had picked up some steaks to grill that evening. I also had some other plans that Lisa didn’t know about, but more on that in a minute.
I don’t mean to brag, but my girlfriend is drop-dead gorgeous. I truly don’t deserve her. She does wonderful things for me all of the time, and my efforts to return the favors never seem to match up to her efforts. She is beautiful, with a heart of gold, and a sex drive that could kill. It may take her a few minutes to get in the mood, but then you’d better grab onto something and hang on for the ride of your life. Pun intended.
Today Lisa is wearing khaki shorts, a tight orange college T-shirt, and matching orange flip-flop sandals. Her brownish-blonde hair is pulled up into a ponytail.
Lisa is tan, a result of some afternoons spent on the rooftop of her dorm. The girls’ dorm is the highest building on campus, so the girls are not shy about lying out topless. Some of the less inhibited ladies wear nothing at all, or so I am told. Lisa hasn’t gone that far, but she might as well be naked for the tiny thong bikini panty that she wears.
My parents live in a small, secluded neighborhood full of acre lots. Years ago, Dad built a tall wooden fence, and planted tall evergreen shrubs along the fenceline. Over the years, the shrubs have grown taller than the fence, so we can hardly see the houses next door. It’s almost like not having neighbors at all sometimes.
Last year, Mom and Dad put in a pool, with a nice deck around it. This is where we plan to spend the weekend. I was a little bitter that they waited until I was in college to install the pool, but it’s going to come in handy today.
I pulled into the garage and hit the button to close the door. Lisa undid her seatbelt and began to gather her things.
“Wait,” I told her, “don’t get out yet. Wait for me.”
I got out of my seat and closed the door to the truck. I reached down to adjust my stiffening cock as I put my plan into action. I walked around to Lisa’s door and opened it for her.
She smiled at me with a curious look on her face. I stepped toward her and pressed my lips to hers in a passionate kiss. My right hand moved up to the back of her neck to hold her to me.
“Mmmmmm”, she murmured as the kiss continued. I felt her tongue dart out to tease mine. She slightly turned in the seat and put her arms around me.
My lips left hers as I drifted down to her neck. She lifts her head and stretches her neck, giving my mouth access to her hot skin. Her hands moved to my head as I softly nibbled her neck and up to her ears. She turns more in the seat and I step closer in-between her legs. Her legs wrap around me and I push hard against her.
My cock, encased in my underwear and shorts is at full, throbbing erection and I push it against her. I can feel the heat emanating from our crotches and it’s scalding hot.
I continue to rain kisses on her lips, neck, and earlobes. We are both breathing heavily and she is moaning softly. Whenever she gets like this, I can usually convince her to do just about anything. Keep in mind that we are still inside the garage, so she feels pretty safe.
Still kissing her lips, I reach down with both of my hands to the bottom of her shirt. I lean back and begin pulling her shirt up. She looks at me with her bright blue eyes, a twinkle reflecting in them. She raises her arms and I remove her shirt. She shakes her hair back into place. I register this in the back of my mind, but my concentration is on her breasts.
The motion of shaking her head has caused her breasts to jiggle within the cups of her bra. The smooth material of her white bra contrasts sharply with her lightly tanned breasts. Sheer beauty encased in a bright white, front-clasp brassiere.
I reach forward and pop the clasp. The bra literally explodes outward and her breasts emerge to my view. I could talk about Lisa’s breasts for hours. They’re perfect. I’m not a big boob man. I’ll never understand why women have such gargantuan enlargements until they aren’t really even breasts anymore, just some grotesque aberration on their bodies. Not my Lisa, her breasts fit right into the palms of my hands with just enough weight and firmness to expand around my fingers. I love to cup them and hold them, sliding my fingertips across the nipples lightly until they are standing proud.
