It was some years ago and I had been left on my own yet again and was upstairs surfing the net on my new computer. Like most novice internet users of that time I had spent several hours visiting all sorts of sites but, having heard lots about the porn that was supposed to be available, I was curious. It was not that I'm a pervert, but rather one of life's inquisitive people, so I had been visiting some of the many free porn sites available.
However, with only a few days experience I was completely lost on the internet and blundered about not yet fully aware of what I was doing. I had been clicking eagerly and images were filling the screen of my PC faster than I could control them.
One thing was sure - they were much more explicit than any other material I had seen before.
Eventually, with perseverance, I managed to isolate several quality images and save them, but as one high definition porn picture followed another I became aroused and was rubbing myself to relieve the sexual pressure when the doorbell rang downstairs. I switched the monitor off and went to answer it.
"Hi John, is Wendy in?" It was Sue, a friend of my wife's who often popped round unannounced.
"I'm sorry, Sue, she's out at one of those parties - you know perfume or something." I replied," but I'll make you a coffee if you like."
I knew that Sue's husband worked nights and that when Sue came to see my wife it was to pass away an hour or two exchanging gossip until his return.
"Oh, all right then," she said and came into the house.
I switched on the kettle and filled the coffee cups with their ingredients as Sue chatted.
"So what do you do when Wendy is out then?" she asked mischievously.
I put on my most matter-of-fact voice and answered.
"Actually, I was upstairs surfing the internet. I have just got a new PC that's a lot faster than my old one so I can do it properly now,"
"Oh Yeh, looking at all those sex sites were you?"
Her tone was a mixture of curiosity and sarcasm.
"Sure," I said in a disclaiming way hoping to deflect this bulls-eye guess.
She perked up and continued, looking me directly in the eye,
"Oh really. They say that it is easy to see all sorts of things on the internet. Is that right?"
"Well I suppose it is."
"So you
have
looked have you?" she was enjoying goading me and was smirking devilishly.
"What sort of things are there, I've often wondered?" she asked guardedly.
"You know, this and that," I responded sheepishly. She was obviously curious but I wasn't sure that I was prepared to be too frank.
However, in a bold move I decided that I would bite the bullet and asked, or rather challenged her, "Come and see for yourself if you want to."
I expected this offer to put her off but that was not to be. Her curiosity was as bad as mine had been.
"OK," she replied and sprang from her chair, coffee cup in hand, with such enthusiasm that I was taken aback.
I led her upstairs to my study and sat her down in my swivel chair in front of the dead screen.
"Are you sure, Sue, I mean, it is porn you know?"
"I know, I know, switch it on." She ordered impatiently.
I switched on the monitor and up came the last image that I had been looking at. It was that of a very large penis entering a nicely engorged vagina from the rear.
"Christ!" exclaimed Sue, "I see what you mean."
She looked more closely and then turned to me and asked eagerly. "Are there any more pictures?"
Having inserted the best images that I had found in a Powerpoint file, I opened it and let her click her way through the dozen or so in the sequence.
The first showed a blonde girl taking most of the penis of a healthy young man in her mouth and this was followed by a close-up of a couple copulating missionary style. The rest were a series of interesting sex acts occurring between men and women. As my own preference was for straight heterosexual sex they did not include other proclivities.
The images that flicked through were clearly affecting Sue and she writhed slowly in her seat as she watched. Towards the end of the sequence she was actually rubbing her own breast, albeit surreptitiously. I stood behind her and felt my own excitement rising, partly due to the images on the screen, but principally because I was in close proximity to a women who was clearly becoming aroused by what she was watching.
"Do you want to see them again?" I asked when they finished and she nodded her accent. I lean across her and pressed the appropriate keys to start the sequence again.
Part way through the second sequence Sue, by then oblivious to my presence, began rubbing her groin through her skirt and was only brought back to reality by my asking quietly, "Does it excite you, Sue?" because it was certainly affecting me.
"Um," was all she could say as she gazed fixedly at the screen before her.
It was a statement of fact to say that Sue had the most wonderful 'full' breasts and as I stood behind her I watched them rise and fall with her ever deepening breathes. I watched their erect and protruding nipples stretch her thin cotton blouse as they filled and tightened. I needed to touch them and, from the state she was in, she needed me to touch them. So I did.
Standing behind her chair I laid my right hand gently on her right breast and waited, I needed a signal to proceed.
The signal came. She laid a hand on mine, pressed and began to force my hand into a circular kneading motion. I required no more encouragement and, before long, had encompassed both her breasts with my two hands and was squeezing, kneading and rolling both erect nipples between my grateful fingers.
She leaned back and closed her eyes as her arousal increased. After several minutes of this I started to slowly unbutton her blouse, one at a time, until it lay open to her waist. Her bra was a front opening type and I flicked the catch to release her glorious straining globes of cream flesh, then gathered them up in each in my hands to fondle their warm softness.
Desperate to feel them in my mouth, I spun the chair around to bring Sue and I face to face. She smiled as I knelt in front of her and buried my head in her copious bosom before taking mouthfuls of her succulent breasts. I tongued and squeezed her nipples between my lips, then sucked one breast at a time into my mouth until it was filled completely and left me gasping for air.
While I concentrating my attention on Sue's wonderful generous upper features I became aware of her, now shoeless, foot as it began to rub against my bulging groin, gently but purposely. I looked up into her face and she grinned, raised an eyebrow and pressed her foot more firmly against my throbbing erection.
I continued devouring her breasts but, positioned as I was, between her legs, I allowed my hands to fall onto her outer thighs just above her knees. I moved them forwards beneath her loose skirt, letting them travel higher up her nylon-clad thigh until I reached her stocking tops.
"Stocking tops!" - I thought all my birthdays had arrived together. The course nylon material of her stockings gave way to little more than an inch of cool smooth skin that I allowed my hand to caress and explore for several minutes.
As a teenager, I had only just started to enjoy the pleasure at the top of stocking covered legs when the devil invented tights and the world changed forever.
With palms outstretched, I stroked the conjunction of her legs, letting my thumbs trace the line of her groin, both inside and outside of her panties. Her legs parted more on each pass of my hands as her vulva engorged with desire. Eventually, I had to lift each of her legs onto the arm of the chair to allow full access to her moist and secret place.
She was demonstrably excited, her panties were darkly stained with the dew of her lust and the outline of her engorged sex was visible through the thin material. I placed an outstretched hand on her mons, to push with its heel, up between her legs, and squeeze. She groaned and opened her legs even more widely.
My mouth abandoned her breasts and came down between her legs. The damp scent of musk filled my nostrils as I gnawed at her cotton covered genitals.
She made the next move. She pushed my head away and stood up, to slip her panties deftly down her legs. Once removed she resumed her previous, overtly lewd, position with her far-flung legs allowing me full access to an exquisitely pouting vulva, framed with dark curly pubic hair.
I viewed it longingly, then bent to give it the attention it deserved. It was like a ripe pink fig with a cheeky little tongue of a clitoris just poking out. I licked the outer lips, first upwards towards the peeing hole then downwards towards her sepia rosebud. I did this again and again then stiffened my tongue and explored deeper inside. I attacked her clitoris, hiding under its fold of skin and sucked it savagely. She squirmed and gave a gasp, pushing herself into my face. I knew I was connecting when I felt her hands pulling my head harder into her pussy. I sucked and stabbed with my tongue for many minutes until I felt her tremble, pull my head even more tightly into her pussy and then relax.
She had cum, no torrent of juices, but in warm relaxing spasms that left her temporarily spent. As her euphoria subsided she lifted my face with hands placed on each of my cheeks and kissed me. Then she cradled my head in her bosom where I lay for some time waiting for her to recover.
I could have stayed like that all night but when I thought her recuperation was complete I began to push my still straining penis forward and started to rub it up and down the wet soft folds of her glowing pussy. If I had been frustrated before this action certainly made me more so. My poor rod was getting more excited knowing that it was only the thickness of my denim jeans away from a glorious treat.
After several dry strokes she reached down between us and grasped my penis firmly and squeezed it hard, then she undid my belt and slipped down my zip fastener. Fixing me with her eyes she reached inside my briefs and smiled cheekily as she extended her fingers around my rigid manhood and squeezed.
It pulsed with anticipation and I scrambled to divest myself of both my jeans and briefs. When she regained her hold of me it was with a lighter and more tentative grip. Nonetheless, the effect, as she moved her partly clenched hand up and down my shaft was exquisite and I gazed into her face to watch her tongue moisten her lips in some unsaid promise.
Eventually she released me and slipped out of the chair and knelt in front of me so that my penis was only millimetres from her face. She placed her hands behind her and leaned forward to rub her face against the gnarled under-surface of my jutting prick - first with her cheek and finally with her full face with its tongue extended.
