Saturday night finally came. The past few days felt like an eternity. Every dream I had, every thought that came into my mind was occupied by Sharon. I relived every second from when I saw her sun bathing on her deck, driving in my truck with her bare feet on my dashboard, the way she shocked the hell out of my friends, walking onto the beach with her, and how delicious her lips and her body tasted in my mouth. Her kisses tasted like nothing I had ever had before in my life, it was deep and passionate, not clumsy or unsure like the girls I've dated before. It was the kiss of a woman.
Friday night my mom told me that she and my father were going up to the city with some friends of theirs for dinner and a show. They knew they were probably going to overdo it at the restaurant and were booking a hotel room, so they may not be back till late Sunday night. I couldn't believe my luck. This was going to work out better than I'd planned. I'd still do as Sharon asked and park my car down the street to preserve her modesty and dignity. By the time Saturday night came I was more than ready to go. I'd showered, shaved, even put on a little cologne I only wore for when I had to go to weddings or other formal occasions.
It was about 10 o'clock. Sharon had a guest bedroom down the hall and its window looked right out at mine. She told me to look for a signal to know when to come over. When I looked out the window I saw one of those electric candles people put in their windows at Christmas time, only this one had a little red bulb in it. That had to be it. That had to be her telling me she was ready. My mother grew Gerber Daisies in the backyard and I remember Sharon complimenting them when my parents had invited her over a few weeks back. I picked one and brought it with me. I parked my truck three blocks away just to be safe than walked into her backyard and up the deck to the screen door. There was a single candle burning on the glass top coffee table she kept in her sunroom.
I opened the door quietly. "Sharon?" There was no answer. I stepped inside and listened. I thought I heard something down the hall, but I wasn't sure. I stepped through the sliding glass door which lead me into the house, it was unlocked, too. "Sharon?" I said again, a little louder. I listened again and heard what sounded like Jazz music, playing very softly. I stepped into the kitchen and there was another candle burning on the counter. Okay, this was some kind of game she was playing, I'd heard about these. I made my way into the living room, a little surer about things now, and very curious. On her living room coffee table she had another candle burning, another on either of the end tables near the couch, four on top of the fireplace mantle, and two down on the marble in front of the fireplace itself. Sitting on the couch in front of me, her legs curled under her was Sharon. My sureness about what may happen had quickly faded and I was more nervous than I had ever been about anything in my life. A part of me was telling myself to turn around and go home before I make a fool of myself. Another was telling me this was all in the bag and all I needed to do was march over there and collect what was mine. And a third was telling me to just leave all my expectations behind, let whatever happens happen. I decided to take the latter advice.
"Hello, Jake," I heard her whisper from the couch. Her stereo was on and she had some soft music playing, a jazz saxophone from what it sounded like.
'Oh my God,'
I thought. I stepped across the threshold into her living room; it felt like my legs were moving on their accord instead of any command of mine.
"Come sit next to me," she said and patted the couch cushion next to her.
I looked at her, studied her, I wanted to memorize every inch of her. She was wearing a pair of small red boy shorts and a black necklace halter-top that showed off her shoulders. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was dumbstruck. I had to say something, anything.
"Ha... Happy Birthday," was all I could muster. I presented her with the daisy and sat next to her.
She smiled and her eyes brightened. "Thank you," she said taking the flower and smelling its perfume. "So pretty."
"So are you," I blurted out.
Oh God, why did you say that?
I thought. I wanted to reach into the air, grab hold of those words and pull them back into my mouth.
"And you're very handsome," she said back, looking at me through half open dreamy eyes.
I cracked a crooked smile. Okay, I guess it wasn't such a bad thing to say.
After that I didn't know what I was going to do next. Do I lean over and kiss her? Talk to her? Hell, I didn't even know what to say. Just jump her right there? I had no clue what my next move should be.
Sharon sniffed the flower once more, than looked at me curiously. "Are you okay? You seem really tense," she said and rubbed her hand across my shoulder. Her touch was like electricity. "Here, let me rub your shoulders. You've been working so hard for me, I'd never even thought you might be sore." She shifted onto her knees and turned to face me. When she moved I could see her breasts swing and jiggle under her shirt and the outline of her nipples against the silky fabric, she wasn't wearing a bra; oh thank you GOD!!! "Turn a little." She made a circling motion with her finger and pointed for me to give her my back. I turned and she laid her small hands on my shoulders and began to give me a massage. I immediately felt my entire body go slack as she began kneading the tops of my shoulders and the back of my neck. God, it felt so fucking good.
"Wow, you are tense." She leaned into me and started to massage a little harder. I could feel her tits brush against the back of my head each time she pushed her body into her rubbing. I involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure.
"Feel good," she asked.
"Oh yeah," I answered.
"Be right back." She jumped off the couch and ran down the hall. Even though it was dark I could see how perfectly the boy shorts framed her ass. When she came back she had a bottle of lotion. Her breasts jiggled even more when she walked back into the room, she was absolutely hypnotic.
She resumed her place behind me. "Take off your shirt," she said tugging at my collar. I slipped it off while she put some lotion in her hands. Suddenly I felt a tickling against the back of my neck and than heard her sniff very gently. "Are you wearing cologne?" she asked.
"Umm... yeah, just a little," I said. I was always worried about putting too much on and smelling like one of those guys who smelled like they bathed in the stuff. "Mmmm, smells nice. It's not overpowering." My smile spread so far across my face I could feel my cheeks start to hurt from being stretched. She started rubbing my shoulders again, her hands gliding over my skin, gripping my muscles and making little circles with her palms. "Jesus, you're so solid. Are you even feeling this?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm feeling it. It's awesome," I said, relaxing at her touch.
"Well, you work so hard for me. You deserve it," she said softly in my ear and hugged me around the neck. I could feel those two huge breasts squash against my back. Her body felt so hot against me. I reached up and gently caressed one of her arms and turned my head slightly to look at her. She looked back down at me with a sly little smile on her beautiful face. I couldn't resist, I leaned in and kissed her. She returned my kiss, one of her hands resting on my cheek. I opened my mouth and my tongue snaked into her mouth, she met me with her tongue and they began to dance around each other. She tasted so sweet, I couldn't get enough of her. I turned and reached taking her around the waist and lifted her onto my lap.
"Oh," she said with a note of surprise and a smile. We began kissing again, passionately and deeply. Sharon had her hand on the back of my head like she had no intentions of letting me go as he tongue probed the inside of my mouth. I still couldn't believe that I was kissing this incredibly sexy, beautiful, voluptuous woman, or that she was letting me kiss her. When I'd kissed past girlfriends it had always been great, and they were always extremely enthusiastic about it. This was different somehow; maybe it was the whole idea that Sharon was seen as forbidden to me by the rest of the world. Maybe it was that I had been so infatuated with her since I met her. I couldn't explain it, all I knew was that for the time being she was all mine, and I would gladly give myself over to her.
I let my hand trail down her back to her ass and began to caress and squeeze one of her plump cheeks. I got a little ballsy and gave her a little spank. She squealed a bit, but never broke our kiss.
I had to taste more of her. I moved away from her lips and began to plant small little kisses along her jaw line, than down her neck. She started to breath more deeply. "Oh, Jake," she whispered between breaths, her fingers running through my hair. Up and down I kissed her neck, running the tip of my tongue up her throat and nibbling back along her jaw line. The fact that she loved it was really turning me on.
She than pulled away from me and sat up than pushed my shoulders against the back of the couch. She shifted in my lap and straddled me, my already rock hard cock pressed against the material covering her pussy. I could feel the heat of her snatch even through my shorts. She looked me in the eyes. "My turn," she said and began kissing me hard. Now that she was in control it was like another side of her had come to life. It was like she was trying to devour me, drain the life from me through her kisses. She held my face in her hands as her tongue probed deep into my mouth. She ground her pussy against my cock rocking her hips back and forth as she began to dry hump me. I slipped my hands under her loose necklace halter and slid up her tummy so I could cup those two gloriously huge breasts.
Sharon broke our kiss and sat back before I could reach those two fleshy globes. My hands were still resting on her tummy, not quite getting to my prize, yet. She just looked at me for a moment, than she bit her lower lip and smiled playfully. "Are these what you want?" She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, in that sexy way women know how to take off their shirts, and tossed it to the floor. My eyes almost fell out of my head, and my hands slid from her tummy and fell to my side. While she had given me the chance to play with one of her tits when we were on the beach, and it was absolutely beautiful to see, this was different. Here, Sharon Meltzer, the woman I had been lusting over for the past 2 months was straddling my lap topless. Her two D-cup breasts right in front of my face, her nipples slightly hard and pointing at me like they were begging to be played with and sucked on.
"Oh, my God, Sharon," I said breathlessly.
