I met Sophie at a party, and, to say the least, we got along very well - but that is another story.
I had gotten her number, although we hadn't hung out or even texted since. The other night, however, she texted me at 2 in the morning:
"ive been thinkin bout ur cum. can i have more?"
Coincidentally I was up late at the time wanking so my reply was prompt and positive.
"can u cum now?" read her next text.
Well, seeing as it was a Friday night, I didn't see why not. She sent me her address, which turned out to be only a ten minute drive away and I jumped into my car.
Her house was not hard to find and was impressive from the outside as I climbed the front steps. Knocking, I heard light footsteps from within before the lock clicked, the knob turned and the door swung open. She was standing there smiling at me, looking absolutely ravishing. Her dark hair cascaded over her tan shoulders, leading my eyes to her round, perky breasts, filling a lacy bra to the brim and then some.
Her midriff was naked and toned, beneath which she had on a tight miniskirt, stretched around her mouth-watering bubble butt, ending well above the tops of her thigh-high stockings.
She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into a deep kiss as she swung the door shut behind me. My hands immediately began roaming her body as she broke the kiss to lift my shirt over my head.
"Do you live here alone?" I asked as she pressed her lips to my chest.
"No," she said, "but my housemates are out for the night."
Stepping backwards, she turned and walked deeper into the house, looking over her shoulder to make sure I was following, flashing a cheeky grin when she saw the way I was watching her ass sway.
She turned into a room on the right. It was femininely decorated, with posters of bands and butterflies, stuffed toys and shades of pink and purple everywhere.
I followed her in, straight over to her bed which she climbed onto, spinning around on her knees to embrace me as I reached the edge of it, kissing me deeply again.
She held me tightly and began to lean backwards, pulling me on top of her as we made out, grinding against each other lustfully.