She's hanging out in her living room when her phone goes off. It's her friend, her lover whom she hasn't seen in months. He's in town and wants to hang out.
She invites him over. She's hanging out in her pjs, but she's not really concerned with that at this point. Not like her pjs are gonna stay on for long anyway. She goes outside and waits for him. It's dark and kinda chilly out, but she seriously does not care.
He pulls up, shuts off his car, gets out, and makes his way to the porch. She smiles at him. Not really surprised he remembered where she lives.
She says, "Hi."
He responds with a "hi." of his own.
She opens the door when he gets on the porch, she goes inside, waiting for him to come in before she shuts the door, and locks it behind him.
They're standing in the kitchen, still.....
She says without him asking, "They are asleep and if they wake up, they're gonna get a damn good show!"
His response, "Ah!"
She asks, "Are we just gonna stand in the kitchen or should we go to the living room?"
No response. She says, "Living room it is."
Now..... Two minutes later...
They're in the living room. He's sitting on the couch and she's curled up, facing him. He stares at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do.
She watches him.
He's tall, thin, and has blonde hair. He's majorly gorgeous. Drop-dead sexy, even. She's shorter than he is, not so thin, and has dark hair.
And, not so hot, but it doesn't matter. He thinks she's beautiful anyway.
Now, he's looking at her. She smiles. She moves closer to him then she straddles him. She's wearing shorts, no panties and a thin white tank, no bra. He has too much on. She scoots back, grabs his shirt, pulls it up over his head, and tosses it on the back of the couch. She smiles at him.
She starts running her hands up and
down his chest to his stomach then back up again. She runs her fingertips over his nipples, making them hard. As she does that, she starts grinding in his lap.
He's not shy, he touches her breasts going under her tank, massaging them gently but firm. She moans, but she continues grinding, but stops playing with his nipples.
She grabs the back of the couch, leaning down she kisses him and he kisses her back. He's such a great kisser. So sweet, soft, and gentle on hers. She stifles a moan as one of his hands move down her body while the other one stays. She breaks off his kisses, sitting up, she grabs her shirt, pulls it off, and tosses onto the back of the couch with his.
He immediately leans forward and takes her left breast into his mouth, sucking, licking. She groans.
She's getting wet and he's getting hard. She can feel him through his pants. Which need to come off, eventually.
He moves to her right breast, doing the same thing. She moans. She wiggles in his lap, grinding against his hardening cock. A cock that she wants in her mouth, pussy, and ass. As well as between her breasts.
She pushes him against the couch and kisses him. Coaxing his tongue in her mouth, she sucks it like she does his cock then gently nips it. She breaks his kisses off again and moves off of him. She grabs his hand and pulls him up off the couch.
She says, "Strip!" He does so without being told twice. She smiles. He sits back down, totally naked. She kneels in front of him, between his legs. She runs her hands on his thighs to his hard, long, and thick cock. She moves her right hand to his cock, grabbing him and starts stroking him slowly at first then gradually picks up pace.