As football training finished my mobile rang, it was Darlene, and her voice was slurred.
“Come on over, I am waiting for you to shave my pussy, I have opened a bottle of champagne so we can celebrate, no more hair.”
“Hurry, I can’t wait.”
My prick shot up hard in my tight training shorts.
“I have to drive some girls home first,” I said as a couple of giggling cheerleaders studied my rising lump closely.
I drove the cheerleaders to the corner of their estate, as they were getting out the mobile rang again,
“Where are you” she slurred.
“I’m on my way” I replied quickly and hung up.
One of the girls was clearly listening. She licked her lips and grinned
“It sounds as though someone can’t wait.”
She went on “You don’t remember me do you?”
“No I don’t think so” I replied.
“I work as a waitress at the local coffee shop” she said, as she hopped out with the others.
Bloody hell. It was the girl who waited on Jackie and me when Jackie was making a public display of sucking my cock.
I studied her as she walked away. Her skirt swung bewitchingly into that cock twitching motion that only sexy young bodies seem to acquire.
I was about to follow when I remembered Darlene.
Darlene’s house was busy with people. A young maid gave me a knowing look as she opened the door. Looking me up and down, she led me to the top floor.
Darlene was waiting, she had that I am ready to fuck look. Her gown swung open providing me with tantalising views of her marvellous nipples and her more than adequate tits as she struggled to her feet to welcome me.
I had taken quite a while to get there. One champers bottle was empty and very little was left in the one in her hand.
I was worried “There are too many people around, we can’t do anything here, and I had better not stay.”
She took my hand and led me into her bathroom. “They won’t come in here; my maid really protects me she knows we do not want to be disturbed.”
I started to ask about the maid and what she knew
“Don’t worry; the only one who will get past her is my arsehole of a husband. He won’t come home until he is finished what ever they do every week with those bimbos down at Ron’s office.”
I watched her struggle to open a new bottle of champers and laughed as the cork shot high in the air spewing champagne into the bath.
Darlene’s face was flushed from the exertion of opening the new bottle or from the substantial amount she had obviously consumed
She poured what was left of the champers into a glass and drank it down.
She slipped out of her gown, leaving me gasping at her sheer beauty.
She ran her fingers through her hair and held it up off her neck. With her arms high holding her hair, she slowly turned to show me that all she wore was very high heeled black stiletto shoes.
My mouth went dry.
This was one dam fine woman, whose pose was designed to drive a man crazy.
The pose was working.
I could feel my cock unfold and struggle to expand within the tight confines of my pants. The curve of her back down to her magnificent butt, plus the extremely high heels that displayed the muscles of her legs to perfection all combined to show her at her erotic best.
She had combed the lush hair around her pussy.
“This is special daaarling, I have never even trimmed my box before, now, right now, and I am waiting for you to shave it.”
She giggled like a teenager” No! More hair in your teeth.”
She fell to her knees in front of me.
“Let me satisfy this monster first”.
She took me deep in her mouth, then deeper as I held her hair back and saw my cock disappear. Her hands worked my balls. She withdrew her Mouth until it was licking my head, then quickly pushing forward,
In and out
Deeper and deeper,
