It had been over a month since I had been by my friend's house and ended up balls deep in his married daughter's pussy. I still can't believe that happened. We were just sneaking a joint behind her dad's shed and the next thing I know my cockhead was grinding against her cervix.
At first I'd been super worried that somehow the cat was going to get out of the bag on that deal; someone at my door ready to kick my ass, or a phonecall to my wife...but so far so good as nothing has indicated anyone is the wiser.
Enough time has passed that the guilt has subsided and now I find myself lost in that day over and over in my mind which leaves me hard as a rock and beginning to try to scheme up a way to repeat it somehow. I know I shouldn't and it's a damned dangerous game, but that naughty look Ariel gave me as she slipped around the corner right after I pulled my cock out of her, haunted me everyday. Knowing she was immediately going to jump in the truck between her husband and her dad within a minute of us fucking on a lawnchair behind the shed made me want her that much more. I found myself thinking about her more than I was comfortable with...that sexy pussy dominated my every thought.
I figured I'd stop by Jay's house to 'see' how things were going. The fact that he hadn't stopped by mine in the last month did concern me a little, but we'd sometimes go a stretch without any stop-bys...besides, I had a feeling if he 'knew' anything I would've definitely heard from him by now.
When I pulled up to the curb, Jay's truck was there so I knew he was home. I sat for just a minute after turning off my truck and thought, 'here we go' as I climed out and headed for the door.
He came out of the door just as I made it to the porch, which is customary as my truck is a bit loud and rumbly...never being able to sneak up on anyone in it.
"What are you up to?" he says with that same old smile.
Feeling somewhat relieved I answered that I was just stopping by to see what he was doing.
"Got any smoke?" he asks with a crookid grin and raised eyebrows.
"Of course," I reply, "Don't I always."
"Alright, come on in," he says while turning to open the door behind him. I followed as he fills me in that his wife has gone with Ariel to pick up a birthday cake for her hubby...his party being tomorrow. Oh hell, did I luck out. I didn't expect to actually see Ariel on my first pop over.
I proceed to pull a bag of weed out of my pocket, followed by my little pipe. I glance around as we are standing in his living room and ask, "Here?"
"Fire it up," he tells me.
Within a few minutes we're laughing about a story he was telling, regarding a couple guys where he works. We're both feeling the effects of several big hits off my pipe, his living room wafting in weed smoke.
I'd gotten caught up laughing with Jay and almost forgotten where I was...until the front door opened and his wife came walking in with Ariel right behind her carrying a cake.
Jay's wife immediately asks if there's anything left for her in my pipe. As I glanced in her direction, I saw Ariel behind her, give me a look I couldn't quite figure out...surprised? mad? excited? I couldn't read her.
She turns without a word and heads for the kitchen. Great, she probably had second thoughts about it all and now it appears as if I'm invading on her territory...I was starting to regret this particular visit. She's more than likely thinking I'm stalking her at this point.
Like so many times before, I hand my pipe to Jay's wife as I procure my bag, asking her to refill it.
I announce I need to use the restroom as I leave them in the living room. No doubt, at least those two are happy I stopped by...they like to smoke, but rarely have any.
I slid past the kitchen on the way to the restroom. My heart was pounding as I spotted Ariel standing at the counter with her back to me.
She was wearing a dark blue t-shirt dress. It came to the middle of her thighs, with a split about six inches up each side from the bottom...similar to what some girls wear to bed.
The way that thing draped over her ass was hypnotic. Damn, she was even sexier than last time.
"Birthday tomorrow huh?" I ask, feeling her out...not knowing exactly what to expect but trying to be as 'normal' as possible. In effect signaling to her that our last 'meeting' could just be forgotten about altogether if that suited her.
Ariel turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. She held that look for a couple seconds then answered back very nonchalantly, "Yeah."
At least it doesn't feel like she hates me, that's a good sign. Probably best if I go back to just being her dad's friend and leave well enough alone.
Ariel was still looking at me over her shoulder when she glances downward, almost like she was indicating the emptiness behind her. Then she looks towards the living room where her parents could be heard talking, looks back at me, lightly bites her bottom lip and asks? "What do you think about my shirt dress?"
Oh, I love this sexy little tease of a woman! In a blink I'm standing behind her and replied that I did indeed like what she was wearing.
"It's so soft and feels so good against my skin." She tells me. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but was still a little cautious.
Looking towards the living room--with my heart in my throat--I ask her the question that will answer all of mine..."Does this outfit come with panties?"
Still a little unsure of the situation--I mean she could be just fucking with me in all of this--I brace myself for what her reaction might be.
"Find out for yourself," she tells me with a smile. Fuck, I can't believe this girl. My need to know that answer overrides any rational thought.
I glance back towards the living room as I reach out and lightly grab onto her hips.
Ariel doesn't resist in the slightest. Mmm fuck. She feels good and this shirt thing is so thin and soft on her. I'm almost shaking as I pull her ass against my hardening cock trapped in my shorts.
She goes with it and my hands make their way down the front of her thighs, past the hem of that shirt and right onto the warm soft skin of her thighs. Damn.
I'm holding my breath as I slide my fingers inwards onto her inner thighs and begin slowly pulling them back up...lifting the front edge of her shirt dress in the process. Fuck, this feels good.
Continuing on, I drag my hands and fingers up her warm thighs with my mouth right by her neck as my fingers find a hot, smooth pussy at the junction of her thighs.
My question has definitely been answered. No panties. I just wonder if she ever wears panties.
I can't resist lightly kissing her neck. This is so naughty.
"You're fucking bad" Ariel says in a breathy whisper, her hands holding the edge of the counter in front of us.
The fingers of my right hand begin squishing into a plump wetness as they cup her warm pussy.
I cannot believe this is the same girl I watched growing up. The same girl who use to secretly tease me when I'd stop by to see her dad. Up until a month ago I just assumed it had all been a harmless schoolgirl crush.
