That night I jacked off, my mind wavering between the sight of Lisa’s wetness and the thought of actually fucking a virgin. That would be a first for me.
The next several nights were are a blur in my mind. I remember glimpses of pink panties, then red ones, then flowered ones. I remember seeing wet spots on bright colored panties. I remember laughing and giggling while Lisa intentionally teased the shit out of me. I remember Lisa whispering to me how she would play with her pussy when she went home. I remember trying to hide my hard on when I went from one machine to the next.
I remember Lisa asking me if I would eventually teach her about oral sex. What I remember the most is the time on the stretching mats, watching her pretty pantied pussy strain and twist and ache to release itself from the silky bonds of her clothing. I remember jacking off one night on my way home, not able to wait even those few minutes. I remember everything, but it all intermingles in my mind to the point that I can’t pinpoint any single event. What was very plain was that I was getting in shape. I had dropped 15 pounds and had increased my performance at the club dramatically. Lisa inspired me.
Finally one night, after finishing the stretches, I told Lisa, “I have a request. I would like to make you cum.” Lisa was very quiet for a while. After a long pause she said, “That would be good, but the club will be in use late tonight, some sort of handball tournament. Shower up and meet me outside in the parking lot. We’ll discuss it.” We met in the lot about 15 minutes after normal closing time. Lisa was very business-like. She treated my request like it was just another training session, taking charge as usual. “By the time I change and get to your place it will be ten o’clock. Is that OK?”
“You don’t know where I live,” I said.
“Yes I do. I have been by it may times in the night, debating whether to give you a surprise visit, but always chickening out,” she said. “See you about ten.” Lisa walked off into the darkness, leaving me speechless once again.
I hurried home, scrambling to pick up the messy house. Fortunately since the divorce I only lived in a couple of the rooms of the big house. I brushed my teeth and applied a touch of Old Spice. I was nervous as hell. Promptly at ten, Lisa pulled into the drive. I opened the front door and walked down the sidewalk to meet her. This was a Lisa I hadn’t seen before. Her white short-sleeved blouse and short plaid skirt made her look very young. Her hair was slicked back with the wet-head look and she wore simple white tennis shoes. I led her by the hand into the house, my heart racing. The house is a split-level, built into the side of a hill. The main entrance is on the level of the upper bedrooms and bathes. Down a flight of stairs is a large living room, flanked by a kitchen and master bedroom/bath. On the way down the stairs Lisa said, “You’re still about 10 pounds away from your target weight, but if you ask me to make love tonight I will probably say yes.”
I hate those kind of dilemmas. It put my word as a gentleman at stake. “Let’s just see what happens,” I said. I offered Lisa something to drink, and she accepted a glass of iced tea. She followed me to the kitchen. “You have a beautiful home. Your wife was crazy to have left it,” she said. “Thanks,” I said “Feel free to look around.” Lisa disappeared while I fixed us both a cold drink, and when I walked back into the living room, she was standing in front of my big screen TV. “I watch dirty movies once in a while. They have been my only form of sex education. Maybe we can watch one sometime,” she said nonchalantly. “Mi casa es su casa,” I responded. “I have some if that’s what you want.”
She didn’t respond, but turned to face me. She lifted her short skirt to reveal very pale blue panties that clung to her pussy like a second skin. The material was so tight and so transparent that if it wasn’t for the darker blue elastic borders and the sheen of the silk, I wouldn’t have known she was wearing anything. She looked down at her panties as she said, “Do you like these? I picked them up at Wal-Mart on the way here. It was kind of funny trying to get them on in the car in the parking lot.” She giggled at herself. My semi-hard cock went to full mast. “Let’s sit down,” I said. “I need to visit with you.”
Lisa slipped her shoes off and sat on the over-stuffed sofa at one end, leaning back against the arm and raising one foot to the seat cushion. Her pussy was blatantly visible. I lit some candles on the coffee table and turned the lights down. She was absolutely striking in the light. I sat at the other end of the couch, some six or so feet away. “Please put your foot down, I can’t concentrate,” I started. Lisa obeyed without comment. I continued, “Lisa, you know that I adore you, but I want you to be very, very sure of what you are doing. I don’t want you to someday regret not saving all these things for someone you meet in the future. Now I’m ready, willing and able to do whatever you want, but you have to be sure.” I was serious, but Lisa just laughed. Then she turned to me and got very serious. She said, “I have never been more sure about anything in my life. You came into my life accidentally and have changed it forever. I want you so bad it hurts. And I would do anything in the world you asked me to. I trust you. You can make love to me or just fuck me. I will jack off for you or jack you off. All you have to do is ask. Hell, you don’t even have to ask. Just do what you want with me.” She put her leg back up on the cushion and slid her hips toward me until only her head remained on the arm of the sofa. “Did I tell you how wet I got shopping for panties,” she asked as her hands began unbuttoning her blouse. She wore no bra and her breasts rose and fell with her increasingly heavy breathing. She sat up long enough to take the blouse off completely, then lay back down. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to raise her hips to remove them. “Please leave them on,” I said. She lowered her hips back to the couch and put both hands on her breasts. She played with her titties slowly and gently, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Eventually one hand dropped to her panties and she began to rub her clit through the drum-tight silk. With eyes closed and head reclined she said, “Feel free to jump in any time.” I watched Lisa masturbate for a few minutes, then placed my fingertips lightly on top of hers as they slowly played with her clit. Her motion stopped briefly, then, began again with my prompting. Her hips moved to the rhythm of her fingers. I bent both of her knees up and spread them apart. The crotch of her panties was drenched in her liquid excitement. The material did not absorb the moisture, but rather allowed it to pass through, glistening in the candlelight. The wetness took on an iridescence on the panties that it didn’t have on the tan skin of Lisa’s thighs. I lightly touched the panties and pulled my finger back. Tendrils of the thick juice followed my finger back, finally separating and disappearing back to its source. I stopped Lisa long enough to remove the wet panties and threw them aside. She resumed her position and finger motion instantly, seemingly happy to be free of the restriction. Her single finger began to do what I had seen her do before, that is, dip beneath her virgin lips and return to her clit repeatedly. I touched the wetness of her inner thighs and played my fingers to her outer lips. Her juices had flown past her anus and I touched her there. Her response was to increase the speed in which she masturbated. I allowed my finger to move upward until it reached her pussy hole. I carefully pushed my finger inside, her own finger touching mine as she played. I am not sure what I expected, but there was no restrictions, no virgin blockage to penetrate. My finger went past the first knuckle easily. I began to slowly pump my finger in and out of her pussy. It was so tight that I could feel the walls of her cunt contract against my finger. Yet, the juices made the motion so easy. I pushed one finger all the way in, then, caught Lisa’s hand on her down stroke and prompted her to put her finger inside with mine. The feeling was wonderful as her finger slid inside her cunt next to mine. She picked up my cue perfectly and together we finger fucked her tight pussy. Just her finger and mine, no more. The time would come for more at a later date. I wanted to climb on top of her and feel that tightness and wetness on my cock, but that was yet premature. My cock was aching and I knew that I would cum with the slightest stimulation. I whispered to Lisa, “I want you to use something other than your finger on your clit.”
“I can’t reach it with my tongue. I’ve tried,” she said seriously. That certainly primed my imagination for future events. I envisioned her in a contortionist’s position lapping at her own pussy. I pulled my sweats down to my knees and knelt between her legs. She raised her head to watch me place my cock on her spread pussy. “Are you going to fuck me now?”, she asked, her voice quivering. “No, Hon. But I am going to make you cum with my cock. And I am going to cum all over your pussy just like the other night,” I said. I pumped my hips so that the head of my cock rubbed Lisa’s clit, and stroked the shaft of my cock up and down her wet slit, spreading her lips wide and flattening them aside. In seconds we were both ready to cum and I pumped hard and fast against her humping mound. My balls slapped against her pussy and I could feel the transfer of her rich juices.
She started just before I did and I relished her abandon. She squealed with delight as I ground my cock against her. My cum splashed up to her belly button, then trailed down to her short cunt hair on the subsequent squirts. When both our cums were complete, I sat back on the couch. “I wanted you to fuck me,” she said. “And I wanted to, but it’s not time yet,” I responded. We both relaxed for a minute without moving. Then Lisa sat up next to me on the couch. “Let’s watch a little TV,” she said as she pulled her legs up under her and cuddled next to me. My resistance was thinning and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold back from fucking that sweet, tight virgin pussy.
“Have you really tried to lick your own pussy?”, I asked, laughing.
Lisa laughed too then said, “I really have, but I just can’t quite get there. Wanna see me try?”
“Maybe in a little bit, let’s rest for a while.”
I was soon to find out just how flexible and athletic Lisa really was.
