My Friends Son 2

Author's Notes: All participants in this short story are over 18. Enjoy.

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It was Friday evening when I got home from work, but I had to leave again as my best friend had a birthday. There was just time for a quick shower and some make-up for the occasion.

Already in the morning I had found a dress from the closet. It was yellow with little red flowers and I found a petticoat to match. The petticoat's underwire helped it fit perfectly, and that way I didn't have to wear a bra. I opened the dresser drawer and found a pair of natural-colored ones. Then all I needed was a garter belt and a pair of panties. Of course, they also had to be yellow.

I called a taxi and put on the high-heeled shoes. While I was waiting for the car, I just managed to check the handbag. During the drive, I noticed that my dress was sliding up, so that both the petticoat and the top of the stockings were visible.

My friend greeted me at the door. I was one of the last to arrive. We were about 20 guests, so the small living room was filled to capacity. I got a seat next to my friend's son at the table. Maybe it was so that the seating plan would go up. His girl-friend had just broken up and I didn't have a steady boyfriend at the time. Even though he was only 19, I thought he was a really sweet and cute guy. I had in fact known him since he was a child, but now he was on his way to becoming a really grown up and handsome man.

As we sat at the table, I tried to straighten the dress, which had slipped up again. We had a lot of wine with the food, and gradually got into an uplifted mood. It was probably best for him to forget all about the ex-girlfriend. After dinner I asked him if he wanted to dance, and it dawned on me that he probably no longer saw me as just his mother's friend. I guess we both got a little carried away with our feelings, and after the dance I didn't see him for a long time that night.

At one point the air in the living room became a little too dense and smoky. I thought I'd have a look around to see what had become of him. My search brought me up to the first floor where he was sitting in his room. I asked if I could look in on him and he smiled at me and stood up. Actually, I wanted to go and hug him, but I hesitated and looked around the room instead. It was characterized by large posters of soccer teams, sports cars and naked girls.

He had sat down again and I looked for a chair, but it was full of clothes. I sat down next to him on the bed, hoping to persuade him to come back down. I put my arm around him and suddenly our lips found each other in a long kiss.

"I just felt like it." he exclaimed.

"So did I." I could only answer.

His hand had found its way to my knee. He moved his hand around my leg.

"I don't want to ruin your pantyhose," he said.

"Those aren't pantyhose." I answered him.

He looked surprised, but gently pushed my yellow dress a little further up my leg. When he saw the hem of the stocking and the garter belt, I couldn't help but ask,

"Do you like to see real stockings."

"Yeah, it looks cheeky." he replied excitedly.

Again, our lips met in a wet tongue kiss. I noticed that he was wearing a nice men's fragrance that I didn't know.

I don't know how much time had passed, but suddenly it was called from below the stairs that the last course was now being served. We agreed that we had better go down there again. I got up and straightened my dress, the stockings and the hair. We hugged each other again and I said,

"Call me tomorrow if you want. I won't be doing anything this weekend."

He promised to call.

So that we wouldn't come down at the same time, I went to the bathroom when he went down. My body screamed with desire, but I felt on the contrary that we had to be discreet and wait. when we ate the last course, we sat at opposite ends of the table, but often I had to look down at the other end of the table. I went home shortly after this, and it was hard to just give him a normal friend's hug, but his mother was right next to him.

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The phone rang just as I woke up. It was 11 o'clock Saturday morning. I immediately thought, if only it were him. Fortunately, it was. We agreed, after a few loving words, that he should come over to me as soon as he had breakfast and had a shower.

I hurried to make the bed and get some breakfast myself, so I had time to make myself a little nice for him. Last night he had been interested in my stockings, so he shouldn't be cheated of them. I opened a package of new thin black stockings and found a refined black satin garter belt. It would probably go well with my black silk skirt with the high slits. Plus, a tight black blouse that required a matching bra, so I found a little black thing that really accentuated my cleavage. On the way to the shower, I discovered that I had to use the scraper under my arms and just trim the edges of my triangle. The legs were still nice and smooth, I had shaved them just the day before.

I enjoyed the hot water from the shower and fantasized about what might happen, when he got here.

Finally, it was time for a little make-up and a fresh but seductive scent.

The doorbell rang. I looked in the peephole, in the door. Yes, it was him. I opened the door and said,

"Come on in."

I just stood there in stocking feet; I hadn't had time to find a pair of high-heeled shoes. Then he said,

"You didn't wear a bra yesterday?"

"No, it doesn't have to be the same every day," I replied.

It wasn't easy to let go of him, but we couldn't just stand here all day either, so I asked if he wanted a cup of tea or coffee. We both preferred tea, so I went into the kitchen and put water on to boil. As I found the tea-pot and cups, I felt his hands around my waist. I turned around and put my arms around his neck so I could really squeeze it.

We went into the living room when the tea was finished and I poured into the cups. He sat down on the couch and I sat down next to him. The slit in the skirt revealed my black nylon stockings almost up to the top of the lace.

Again, we had to embrace and hug. My hands slipped under his T-shirt, which had slipped up from his pants. Now I could even better let my hands run around on his back. He was clearly enjoying it, but he didn't have the patience to "just" enjoy it. I felt him gently lift my blouse up.

"Would you like to see me without the blouse?" I asked.

"Yes, I really like to see that,"

He answered in a determined and manly voice, so that I completely forgot that he was only 19 years old.

I raised my arms in the air so he easily could remove my blouse. Then I looked at him as if to tell him to take it off, and he understood that easily. Gently tickling, he let his hands push the blouse up my stomach and up over my breasts. His gaze now caught my breasts and the small black bra. We smiled at each other and he lifted the blouse the last bit over my head. Then I said to him,

"I want to see you too,"

I grabbed his T-shirt. He smiled sweetly as I took it from him. We had drifted a little apart, so we moved closer together again, embracing and hugging. It was exciting to see and feel his firm young body.

We had completely forgotten about the tea, and it was now getting luke-warm. We took a mouthful each. I leaned forward to put the teacup back on the table when the slit of the skirt slid aside again. His eyes were immediately on my nylon stockings, and soon after, his hands were in the same place.

"I just had such an urge to touch your legs," he remarked.

"It just feels nice," I answered him in the affirmative, and continued,

"Will it be easier for you to get to my legs if I take off my skirt?"

"Yes, it will be easier and nicer," he said.

I sat forward on the couch so I could zip the zipper down and then lifted my rear so I could slide the skirt down over the stockings. Then I stood up so it could fall to the floor. I stepped out of the skirt and threw it over the chair where my blouse and his T-shirt were.

Now I was standing in front of him, only in black underwear and nylon stockings.

He stood up and let his eyes roam over my body. He smiled and I walked over to him so we could touch each other again. It was nice to see him looking at my body. Then I asked,

"Isn't it sad to look at an old woman like me? I'm 15 years older than you!"

He sweetly replied that he thought I was hot and seductive, and that age didn't matter in that context.

My hands had now explored his back, chest and stomach. They now reached the hem of the pants, where they opened the button of the pants as easily as nothing and pushed the zipper down.

His hands were on my bra and breasts as I pushed his pants down onto his thighs.

"I guess you'll have to help them off," I said.

He took off his shoes so he could pull his pants off completely. I took the pants and put them over the chair when I felt his hands on my back.

"Do you know how to open a bra?" I challenged him.

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied as I could feel it coming loose.

He pushed the straps further over my shoulders. My hands gripped the bra cups. Then I turned to face him and lifted the bra completely away so he could see my breasts without the black lace

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We sat back on the couch, and he had to constantly squeeze and caress my breasts. He caressed the nipples until they became completely stiff and I felt myself getting wet below. Han's boxer shorts were also getting a big bulge.

"You forget your tea," I told him.

"Oh yeah!" He replied and let go of my breasts.

Putting the teacup back down, I leaned back on the couch. His hand was again on my stockings but moved on to my panties. Here the slender fingers circled the shiny, black satin of the panties.

I pushed the lace hem of the panty down a little so that his fingers suddenly played with my short black hair. Then pushed the panties further down over the stockings and lifted the legs so I could take the small satin panties completely off.

Han's hand reached for the panties and I let go of them. We smiled at each other and he took my panties to his mouth and kissed them.

Now that I had the panties completely off, I could spread my legs a little again. Not so much that it would seem vulgar to him, but just enough that he had to put his hand back in my lap again. As he caressed me again, he exclaimed,

"It's nice to feel you without panties."

"You definitely need to take yours off too," I told him.

I got up on my knees on the sofa and let one of my legs rub lightly against his leg, then I gave him a kiss on the stomach.

He put his hands up on my shoulders and I grabbed his hips and moved my hands forward so I could hold the big bulge in his boxer shorts. With 2 fingers I pushed them down slowly. Han's semi-rigid cock flicked out as the elastic slipped past. I pulled them off completely and the socks slipped off at the same time.

Again, we had our arms around each other's necks on the sofa. I felt his hand between my legs again, but soon his concentration slipped as I began to gently push his foreskin back and forth. He now got an erection that only very young guys can, and the foreskin had now slipped away, so that his cock's head was bare and violet. He had obviously just taken a shower before he came up to me, and I really wanted to make him really horny, so I took it in my mouth and let my tongue warm and massage his lovely manhood. Like most other guys, it was something he liked. I could hear him getting more and more out of breath, and the cock was quivering with excitement in my mouth. Then he said,

"Oh, I guess I won't last long."

"It'll be alright" I reassured him as I lifted my head away again.

My hands gently caressed his cock and my fingers moved down to the scrotum. I could feel that he was close to ejaculation, and suddenly he squirted up over his stomach.

"Ew, I just couldn't take it anymore," he grumbled.

"Don't be sad," I replied with a smile and continued,

"Who says you can only come once?"

I handed him the napkins from the teacups and he wiped the worst of it off.

"You can also just wash it off in the bathroom," I suggested, and continued,

"Afterwards you have to caress me - really nice and for a long time."

He slipped into the bathroom and I followed and found a towel for him. Then I went into the bedroom and drew the thin light curtains for the windows, which were open to the lovely summer day.

"Come,"

I whispered to him as he stood freshly washed in the bathroom door. I took his hand and led him to the bed. He laid down next to me.

"You still have your stockings on," he said in surprise.

"Yes, of course you can take them off and the suspender if you want," I replied.

"No, I guess I can hug you anyway,"

It sounded quiet from his mouth, just before he kissed me. His hands hugged my breasts, then he let his fingers caress my nipples. I felt how they became stiff and firm.

"Oh, you're such a lovely cuddler," I encouraged him.

He smiled and ran one hand in circles on my stomach.

I looked at his young, lithe body, and felt the feeling of pleasure rushing through my body. My one hand found its way to his cock, which after the bath had shrunk to a small "rosebud". I slowly pushed the foreskin back and forth, but it didn't let itself be affected like that.

He slid his hand down to caress my triangle. It was not without effect when his hand worked between my legs. I clearly felt how I started to get wet and hot.

"You might want to push a little harder." I said to him.

The way he worked on my clit gave me great pleasure. If he continued like this, he would force me into an orgasm right now.

He kissed me on the mouth, moved his head a little, and then kissed my breasts. He then moved down over my stomach to kiss the garter belt, and finally to kiss my triangle.

"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" he asked sweetly.

"No, I'd rather be able to see you all the time," I had to answer him, and continued,

"It was just so nice to feel your hand before."

I lifted one stocking leg up so I could rub it against his leg. Then I lifted my leg towards myself so that I could untie one stocking from the garder belt. It was not easy to roll the stocking off, while his hand was deeply planted between my legs.

With the stocking in hand, I could gently tickle his stomach, and when he let go of his grip and rolled onto his back, I could move on to his waiting cock. He obviously enjoyed being tickled with the stocking, so I slowly rolled the other stocking off. He couldn't hide that he enjoyed the sight.

"What turns you on the most?"

I couldn't resist asking, and before he answered I suggested,

"Breasts... touches... smells... sounds... naughty underwear... stockings?"

Now I clearly felt that his desire was affected.

"It's great to see it growing again," I commented.

I couldn't get my fingers off his lovely manhood. All the time I had to tickle, squeeze and caress his scrotum and cock. The foreskin slid effortlessly up and down, so that the crown was alternately covered and completely bare. He got more and more erect, and it was now so stiff that I could caress the foreskin.

I sat up in bed so I could take off the black satin garter belt. To put it on the chair I stretched myself over the edge of the bed, then I turned to the bedside table and said,

"I have something for you to wear."

He looked at me as if I meant a pair of socks or a sweater. I took the package out of the drawer and bit a hole in the wrapper so I could peel the condom out.

"Well, of course," he said understandingly as I placed the little rubber thing on the edge of the bed.

"Should I put it on for you, or would you rather do it yourself?" I asked him.

"You're welcome to do it." he answered

"I don't feel like making little kids right now," I laughed.

Then I sat straddled on his thighs and gave the almost completely stiff cock a couple of firm squeezes, so they stiffened to even greater heights. Then I rolled the condom down over the cock head and pinched out a few air bubbles before rolling it all the way down to the root.

"Does it fit well enough? No hair caught?" I asked.

"No, that's fine. I guess you're pretty good at that," he admitted.

"Now you're not getting away anymore," I exclaimed.

Looking deep into his eyes, I let myself slide forward and lift myself up so that I could let my now drenched opening descend over his stiff cock.

"Oh, it's so big and stiff,"

Was all I managed to say before I saw his blissful smile. My body was moving up and down without me being able to control it. Lust surged through my body so I just had to keep going. His hands came up and took a firm and strong grip on my breasts, and his smile showed that he was enjoying this.

"I can't even talk. It's just so fantastic," he moaned breathlessly as I rode him.

"Put your hands on my buttocks and lift me," I stammered.

Quickly his hands were under me, so he almost made me float in the air. I could now stretch my legs around his young body and I grabbed his broad shoulders and pulled his body closer. I felt like I was in seventh heaven.

"Oh--now I'm coming!"

I whispered, feeling the almost convulsive movements in my abdomen.

"So do I," he blurted out.

He had to surrender. Our love blossomed like a flower in full bloom. My nails dug into his back and shoulders as I slid them down. We sat huddled together, sweaty and exhausted.

"It was just so wonderful!" I whispered in his ear before kissing him.

"You're just so wonderful!" He almost repeated.

"Am I too heavy, should I move off again?" I wanted to hear.

Afterwards, I could feel how his cock was getting smaller inside me.

"I guess I should have saved the condom before it slipped off," he observed.

I moved and laid down next to him. he held again so the condom didn't slip off completely. From the bedside table I took the paper towel and tore off a few sheets.

"Now I'm going to help you," I said as I dried him.

I tied a knot on the tattered condom before it fell into the wastebasket. Apparently, my own juices had also spilled out of me to such an extent that I had to wipe myself off with a piece of paper towel. We lay close together and enjoyed the well-being our bodies had received.

"You were just so good at making me wild and horny," I whispered to him.

"It was so delicious being fucked by you," he whispered back.

We must have enjoyed our company for a long time, because by now many hours had passed.

"I have to be at work in an hour," he said ruefully and continued,

"I have a holiday job in a warehouse. I would like to have earned some money before I go to Interrail."

"Shall we shower together," I suggested.

"I could very well need that," he replied.

Together we went in, showered the shower curtain and soaped each other up. It gave me the opportunity to once again kiss and caress his delicious, young supple body.

"I'll make sure you get all clean," I said.

I smiled at him as I soaped his cock for a long time. He must have enjoyed it; it then became large and semi-rigid again. He gave my breasts a long lather before continuing between my legs. It was a joy to feel his hands working on my body. After being rinsed off, we could dry each other with the beach towels.

He went into the living room to find his clothes again. I went into the bedroom and found a thin white semi-sheer negligee so I could say goodbye to him at the front door. He was in a hurry to get to work now, but it turned into a few kisses and hugs.

For the rest of that Saturday, I floated around on a pink cloud. I basically knew that it was best if this was a one-time pleasure, but the idea of meeting him again played teasingly with me for a long time.

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Thank you very much for reading this story, hope you enjoyed it.