Edited by slutkimmi
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"Felt kind of weird and intensely wonderful!" Amanda said as she lie on her bed talking on the speaker phone with her girlfriend, Diane.
"Oh girl!" replied Diane. "Gee, I wish I would have been there to watch! The way you tell it is so hot!"
"Well if you had, that certainly would have spiced things up, Di!" Amanda said. "Come to think of it, I wish I'd let you know that Craig was coming over that night!"
Giggling, Diane said, "Next time girl, next time!"
Amanda started to end the phone call but Diane insisted that she tell her more. After all, she'd gone so far as to bring her friend to warmth and wetness between her legs. Diane had shared many such rendezvous stories with Amanda so it was the least Mandy could do to let her in on her recent fun.
"So you want details, huh?" Mandy asked Diane who was already touching herself and breathing deeply into the phone.
"Got that right, Hun! Details, I want details from beginning to end." Di insisted only to hear Amanda say, "Okay! Hope you have time, Di!"
Tons of details ensued as Amanda shared about her recent date with Craig. Early the night before, he'd picked her up in his sporty MG Midget, driven her up the coast to an out of the way seafood restaurant, and wined and dined her till it ended up in a long walk along the beach. That was romantic enough but he also added in some unexpected kisses under Maine's moonlit sky that warmed his redhead to significant levels.
At the restaurant, Craig enjoyed a platter of broiled shrimp, scallops, and Maine Halibut, all carefully drenched in a seasoned butter sauce. Amanda loved the same but chose Seafood Newburg instead. Its thick creamy sauce mixed with a perfectly dry, white wine set the mood well as far as she was concerned.
Conversation bantered about various topics but before long, settled into personal matters, their dating relationship, and of course their future. For some seven months they'd mixed and mingled going to concerts, plays, and musicals. Often, she and Craig met other couples like Ron and Susan, and Betsy and Bill. Oddly enough, however, neither had spent any time in bed, not that either was against it, but more because their relationship didn't depend upon it.
When Craig drove his pretty redhead home that night, she asked him to come inside for a complementary cup of Frou-Frou coffee. To her, it was the perfect way to end a perfectly wonderful evening. Of course, the caffeine might also stimulate her man out of the wine tipsy state. What might happen after that, she hadn't' planned.
After such a stimulating evening of conversation, food, wine, and the romantic walk on the beach, Amanda's heart was full of ponderings toward Craig. If he chose to stay, she wouldn't mind whatsoever. If he drove home, she knew there would be other places, other times, and other romantic scenes. Either way, she could sleep wrapped in the knowledge that she had indeed fallen in love with him.
As Amanda strolled to the kitchen to brew some French Roast blend, Craig made himself comfortable on the well- cushioned sofa. A magazine lie partially opened on the coffee table that caught his immediate attention. Flipping through the pages, he viewed several sailboats; to own one, had always been his dream. She watched him from the kitchen entryway wondering what the night might hold yet knowing then that she was more than willing to give herself to him.
When the aroma of blended coffee grounds pursued the room to the full, Amanda walked slowly to join her babe on the couch. He noticed that as she sat, her right thigh pressed close to his left. Immediate stirrings pulsed throughout his body but he held himself in check. True, they had kissed, nibbled on one another's necks, hugged, and the like, but never once in their relationship did he or she go further.
From time to time, he cocked his head toward hers, kissed her softly on the cheek, and then pursued her delicious lips. Like any man who enjoys a redhead's charms, he longed for her milky white skin, its taste, its passionate contrast to fire, red-orange hues. Secretly, he wondered what the mixture of pink lips might look like covered well with an umbrella of pubic mystery. She also, couldn't wait to see his eyes when that part of her was revealed.
When he finally drove his tongue between her somewhat begging lips, he forgot about keeping his rod in check. He tasted so wonderful, so manly, and so erotic that her own passionate warmth flooded from the kiss downward to overwhelm her body. Craig let the magazine fall to the floor as his right-hand slid over to wrap around her waist.
But Amanda wouldn't allow such a move. Instead, her hand met his, playfully squeezed his strong fingers, and then pulled it down to the heat that had already built in her secret furnace. Immediately, their passions rose to another level. To keep it hot and make it hotter, she parted her legs to offer him free access to the charms she knew he craved.
Her maneuver led quickly to a fondling session to end all. Nothing was off limits as far as the two were concerned. Even the rich aroma of the now brewed coffee stimulated the lovers to intense, lustful passions. Before long, Craig pulled his sexy redhead on top of him. More than anything, she couldn't wait to mash her D-cup breasts into his firm, strong chest.
Craig pumped his tongue in and out of her hungry mouth like there was no tomorrow. His arms wrapped sensuously around his babe, but his hands ended up sliding down to cover her gorgeous butt, a move that sent her into steaming, hot passion. It was then that Amanda made her move to turn the tide. Biting his upper lip, he suddenly cried out in pain. This made him release her sensuous ass from his hold.
When he did, she jumped and ran to the back of the four- bedroom house. Shocked and completely confused, Craig found himself wondering why she would break such a hot moment. His rod was fully erect, throbbing, and probably just short of exploding if he'd been buried deep inside her red, hot pussy. When he sat up, his eyes caught the vision of one very confusing redhead as she darted down the hall to get away from him.
But he wasn't about to lose the lust filled passions that mastered him. Pulling his designer shirt over his head, he tossed it aside. He kicked his loafers off, unbuckled his slacks, and let them drop to the floor where he easily stepped from their realm. The result was one, extremely swollen eight inch cock, ready to burst out of his briefs if given the chance.