It was some weeks later that my next milestone in sex occurred. Clive had brought his friend Geoff home from work for a light lunch before going off to play squash. As we sat in the early evening sunshine, it soon became apparent that Clive and Geoff were having too good a time chatting and drinking, to play their game.
Therefore, leaving them in peace, I went upstairs for a bath. It was a long languorous bath, which helped to freshen me up no end. I wanted to be ready for Clive when he returned from his game; if he was ever going to go, because I felt so horny and was looking forward to lovemaking. With this in mind, I slipped on some nylons with a black suspender belt, bra and knickers, topped off with a flowing floral print dress.
When I came back downstairs, I was somewhat disappointed to find that the boys had not gone out, and seemed engrossed in conversation. Clive took my hand and pulled me to him.
He knew that I wanted him, so planted a kiss gently on my lips. With my back to Geoff and bent over as I was, I must have made quite a view for Geoff. Clive’s kisses became more intense and urgent, his hands moving to the buttons on my dress. My body began to flush with excitement. I wanted to feel him inside me, but what about Geoff?
I turned to him, finding him on the edge of his seat gazing in lust at my behind. Clive had already unbuttoned my dress to my waist, there was no stopping him now, nor did I want to. I was getting wetter by the second. Having Geoff behind me was only making matters worse.
My breasts were soon exposed by Clive’s expert hands, the nipples, already standing painfully proud, waiting in anticipation. Clive began stroking and pinching them, his tongue flicking out to tease a nipple as his hands caressed my pendulous globes.