Marine was walking down the street. Her hair flipped in the cool breeze, across her face. Her purple skirt whipped around her thighs hugging her butt, and her tight black cut of t-shirt extenuated her boobs as the wiggled a bit when she walked. She was walking down her street, when she felt a vibrating in her thigh. She reached down and pulled out a phone that was going off. She read the front of it. "Tom K." She smiled to herself and wondered WHAT could he be calling her for, although she had a pretty good guess.
She flipped open the phone and the conversation was pretty brief and direct. It ended with Marine heading a good 100 yards towards a tall white house with a silver mustang sitting out in front of it. Tom had seen her from his window, and invited her over. She agreed and that's where she was heading. He lived with his twin brother Bill, but he wasn't home. This would give Marine some alone time with Tom, that she had been craving ever since she last was with him. So she stepped onto their grass and helped herself into the house. She tiptoed around the house hoping to catch him off guard and surprise him. She peaked through an open door. No one. Suddenly Marine jumped and almost hit the ceiling. Some body's fingers had quickly tickled her side stomach making her jolt.
She immediately knew who it was, and she came down from the air to land in Tom's hands as he wrapped her in a hug that pressed his chest against her back. He kissed her neck, and used a hand to part her hair away. Marine turned around and looked at his eyes. Their green shone through the lengths of his hair looking back at her. Marine wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him into her. She kissed his chin and was rubbing his back. He took her hand, and led her into the playroom they had downstairs. It was spacious. White walls, brown couch that connected to make a large square of cushions. Huge TV, mini bar, game systems, work out equipment, etc... Marine helped herself to jumping over a bell bar to land on the huge square couch. Tom proceeded to follow her as they both kicked of their shoes getting comfy.
Tom turned on the TV, and Marine lay down beside him on the couch, pressing her head into his chest. He draped his arm over her shoulder and rested it on her stomach. He was warm, she though to herself. She took in his scent, and touch was making her tingle. The TV was on mute. It was quiet, and comfortable. Tom leaned his head over and kissed Marine's forehead. She looked up at him, and kissed his lips. Softly. They kept kissing. He took her bottom lip between his teeth very lightly and nibbled. They would keep kissing. His hand was stroking across her belly on her soft skin that her shirt didn't cover up. Marine's skirt was riding up too. Barely covering her panties from his view. His hands were stroking her up and down. Her flat belly was soft and warm. She slid his hand down her leg. Her felt the hem of her skirt and started to peel it back. Revealing more and more of her leg. They were still kissing. Her panties suddenly came into view. They were black sheer. Covered her pussy with a nice tight fit giving her the sexist look ever. His fingers started to rub her pussy through the thin material. He would rub her clit with his thumb and trace her lips with his other 2 fingers.
They kept kissing. Marine put her hands, one behind his head, and the other on his waist. Marine started to unbuckle his pants. As she did so, she slipped out of her own skirt. Laying there in her panties and a small shirt. She slipped his belt out and his jeans, he kicked off. Tom's cock sprang up and the sight of Marine's ass in those panties as she was lying stomach down with his cock in her face. She looked at it for a second; she could feel its warmth. Tom kissed Marine on the top of the head, and Marine took his shaft in her tiny delicate hands. She began to stroke it up and down as she placed its head against her lips and started to kiss it. She too kit further in her mouth. It tasted good. Warm. She liked the feeling of her mouth being full of him. She took him further and his cock hit the back of her throat. She didn't gag. She had cured that. She would take him in and out, farther and farther. He was wet with her saliva, and her hand kept stroking the base of his shaft. Marine used to other hand, to pleasure herself. She was using her fingers to rub her own pussy. She slipped them under her panties as she was pressing them in and out, between her pussy lips sending a tingling sensation with each thrust. She kept taking his cock; he was obviously not too far from coming. So she pushed him harder.