Hannah was truly a vision. I noticed her immediately in that coffee shop when I first met her. Her hair was the color of golden wheat at harvest time. It was tied up in a pony tail then, but it's natural state was lustrously flowing to her shoulders. Her face had a perfect combination of fine bone structure, gorgeous complexion and lusciously plump lips that immediately brought to mind sinful thoughts. She had an irresistible Scandinavian look, with skin that bronzed beautifully in the sunnier months. Hannah's legs would instantly draw any man's attention. However, the showstopper was her ample breasts and voluptuous rear end... she had an incredibly hot badonkadonk.. I mean a world class, perfectly proportioned, to-die-for butt.
But, I digress.
"You guys wanna get outta here?" James suggested. "We could hit my place for some good wine, beer and music. I just installed a friggin awesome MacIntosh hi-fi system my brother gave me. And he also gave me some of his vinyl. You won't believe the crazy gems in there.... Savoy Brown, The Clash, Gang of Four...."
I stood up and gathered a very mellow Hannah into my arms. James joined us as we hopped over the back garden gate and then around into the parking lot towards Hannah's black Range Rover.
Hannah was a couple of years older than James and myself. She had already graduated from University and was working as an intern in a law office before she was scheduled to enter law school in the fall. Her family was quite well-off financially. She had grown up with two older brothers, so she definitely knew how to hold her own.
And, she was a fearless tigress in the bedroom, always full of surprises.
As Hannah drove us over to James' townhouse, we passed around the chillum again. For me, the sweet aroma of hash brings to mind aroused pussy... erotic and sensual.
I passed the bowl to James in the backseat while Hannah reached over with her right hand and began to stroke my cock through my linen slacks. Moaning hungrily, I gently lifted her hand to my mouth and sucked on her fingers, pushing her index and middle fingers deep into my throat....
...........
"Come on in!" James invited as he unlocked the front door and led us into a sumptuously appointed living room with a long coffee colored leather sofa. A couple of low slung matching leather chairs completed the look. The open format kitchen was just beyond the living area. It was adorned with beautiful copper pots and pans suspended from a metal rack situated over a white quartz topped island.
James came from money as well and was on track to move to Oxford on a Rhodes Scholarship. Lucky bastard to be getting a taste of buggering English lads soon enough.
It's really nice getting to know you, Hannah," James grinned lasciviously as he handed us both cold Lagers from his fridge. "Sebastian and I have gotten quite good at riding each other... er, I mean riding with each other, I should say. He knows some beautiful locations at the lake for a fun afternoon. Do you ride?" he asked on while raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I love to ride.... hunter jumper, that is," Hannah responded. "I've been riding since middle school. I don't own any horses of my own at the moment, but I am fond of riding men when the need strikes me... and I don't spare the riding crop, mind you!"
I almost spit out my beer from laughing as James' mouth dropped open and Hannah stood there glaring with a predatory stare at both of us, tapping the toe of her Louboutin spiked high heel on the hardwood floor.
"I see! Well, this calls for another toast and some music, don't you think?" said James with a bit of a nervous quaver in his voice. He moved off to the stack of audio equipment that took up part of the living room wall and began thumbing through a shelf of his vinyl albums. Selecting one and placing it on the turntable, he dropped the needle and the opening chords of the song "If You Can't Rock Me (Somebody Will)" from the Rolling Stones 1974 epic album "It's Only Rock and Roll" set the stage for what promised to be quite an evening.
We didn't get to the toast. I sunk down onto the sofa and stretched my legs out in front of me while firing up another bowl of the delicious hashish. As I toked, Hannah strode over and stood between my legs, her hip cocked to one side, and reached for the chillum.
Taking a hit, Hannah closed her eyes and enjoyed the combination of powerful THC on her brain synapses and sexual endorphins on her libido. From my vantage point on the sofa, her toned, tanned legs leading up to the immodestly short hem on her little black dress made my cock twitch in eagerness. The young twenty-something year old woman was a vision of hedonistic pleasure. Her spike heels accentuated her calves and tilted her beautiful young ass up just right to be fucked. One of the thin spaghetti straps holding the dress up had slipped off her shoulder revealing more of her breast. Her nipples were at attention in the cool air conditioning of James' townhouse.
Hannah opened her eyes and saw my boner lewdly tenting my linen slacks. She lifted her foot, and while balancing on the other, placed the spiked heel of the Louboutin between my legs just beneath my nuts, pushing the toe of her cum-fuck-me shoe against my stiff cock like she was pushing on the gas pedal of a car.
"Oh my fucking god, girl, do with me what you will," I breathed passionately. I couldn't take my eyes off of her lovely foot encased in the black spike high heel with the red bottomed sole. Lifting her foot into my lap had exposed a glimpse of heaven that lay between her legs.
James had come up behind Hannah, watching as she ground the toe of her spike heel against my turgid dick.
"You enjoy giving pain and pleasure, I see," James whispered in her ear, supporting her from the back with his arms around her waist. One of his hands glided slowly upward from her waist and cupped her luscious breast, gently massaging her aroused nipple.
"Yes," Hannah responded throatily as she pressed the red leather soled toe harder against my cock and slowly wrenched the spike heel up against my ballsack.
"Shit, you're incredible," I gasped at her.
James' removed his hand from her succulent globe and slipped the spaghetti dress strap off of Hannah's other shoulder. With her décolletage truly revealed now, Hannah crossed her arms to squeeze her tits upward and together, allowing the tops of her brown areola to peek out... the silky thin top of her dress held up only by clinging to her distended nipples...
James helped the dress to slowly slide down to bunch at her waist. Hannah's ample tits were now bare with James' hands kneading her hot flesh and tickling her super-pokie nipples. He moved the fingers of one hand to her mouth so she could suck on them and get them wet. Then James dropped his hand back to her breasts and pinched the aroused buds more aggressively.
Hannah removed her spiked heel from my crotch and pushed back against James, enjoying his lewd ministrations. She turned her head to meet his lips and I could see their tongues darting back and forth as they kissed. Hannah began to suck on James' tongue, which drove him wild as his mouth devoured hers.
Hannah's pendulous breasts hung sensually as James' hands groped them. She wriggled her hips and ass, pushing back against his hard cock.
I was getting quite a show as they made out standing there in front of me, while I rubbed my cock through my pants. It was so erotic with Hannah being half dressed standing in her spike high heels, while James and I were still dressed.
James pushed her dress from her hips so it slid down her tanned legs and bunched around her feet. She stepped elegantly out of the silk dress that was pooled on the floor and turned to fully embrace James. His hands immediately sought out her gorgeously endowed ass, squeezing her cheeks together and then pulling them obscenely open to show the thin black thong draped across her butthole and her pussy.
I slid off of the couch to my knees, which put me at eye level with Hannah's asscheeks being kneaded by James. He pulled her gorgeous arse wide apart again so I was able to lean in and bury my face in her ass crack. With my fingers, I pushed aside the thin lacey thong and kissed her tight little bunghole..
Hannah moaned as I laved at her backdoor love knot. James grabbed my hair and pulled my face tightly into her ass crack. My tongue rolled into a little oval spear as I began to thrust it into her anus. Hannah pushed back onto my tongue, opening up her sweet hole to my depravity. The taste of her hole was exquisite... a mixture of light girl sweat, natural muskiness and, surprisingly a hint of her perfume that she had likely spritzed lightly across her nethers.
Hannah was, indeed, a delightfully dirty girl. She loved giving and receiving analingus, but tonight she wanted to get her ass thoroughly eaten, and maybe even fucked!
"Oh, Sebastian, that's it, honey! You know how to eat my ass, don't you? You're so deliciously nasty to me. I love it, baby!" Hannah cooed.
Hannah's fingers were busy undoing James' pants. She quickly found her treasure, freeing his dick quickly since he was sans underwear this evening. His throbbing stiff cock plopped out into her hand and she immediately kneeled down to take his girthy member into her mouth.
