Story 3-pleasured by my best friends cousin
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Marla convinced me to go to her cousin's work-related party to meet Caleb. He was supposed to be some really hot guy who apparently caught a glimpse of me at a wedding shower as he was picking up his girlfriend at the time afterwards.
He told Marla all kinds of crude comments about how he fantasized about my ass and that he wanted to f**k me and blow his wad in my face. I never gave it much thought until tonight, knowing full well that I'd finally get to put a name to the face.
Originally, I was put off by his comments but I was curious to know what he looked like. Admittedly, I was pretty horny as well. I hadn't been out and about for almost six weeks, and was mostly getting off by Marla's hand, or rather her tongue. Mmmm she knows how to please a girl! :)
I was wearing a short but comfy little dress that went to mid thigh. It was one of my favorites. As I was straightening out my dress and hair, Marla came into the bedroom wearing a black denim mini skirt and a cute, red babydoll tee. She looked so cute! She gently reached in and kissed me deeply, swirling her tongue in my mouth and getting my juices flowing.
"I want you to have a good time tonight, babe," she said. "I will," I assured her.
I decided early on that I would f**k Caleb if he was good looking. I hadn't had any for a while and I really enjoyed the thrill of f*****g someone I hardly knew. It was especially exciting knowing that he was already fantasizing about me, though I would play it off like I hadn't any idea.
When we arrived at the party, it became instantly clear that Marla and I stood out. Because it was her cousin's work-related party, everyone was dressed conservatively.
The men were wearing slacks and polo shirts, as if they all shopped at the same place at the same time. The women were wearing suits, mostly pants suits and a few with skirts. I spotted one lady in a suit with a really short skirt.
It's amazing how a "suit" can make a short skirt look professional. I walked towards her to admire her a little more closely. Her blond hair and ruby red lipstick made her look like a beauty queen. I poured a cup of coffee as I stared at her, wondering what she had on under that skirt when suddenly my perverted thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.
"Oh my God!" squealed Marla. "Caleb is here!"
"Which one is he?" I asked, looking around.
That's when it happened. The cute blond girly in the sexy little business skirt tipped the creamer over on the table, splashing a spot on my dress.
"Oh!" she cried. "I'm soooo sorry!" her cute face crinkled to show genuine concern. I just wanted to kiss her sweet little ruby red lips and tell her everything was okay.
"Oh, it's okay," I said with a smile.
Blondie started to mop up the little spot on my dress with her napkin. "I'm so clumsy. I feel awful," she said. Her pretty little painted nails looked so delicate as her hand swiped at the stain. I was hoping her hand would reach up my skirt and touch my clit, but no luck.
"Really, it's fine." I said. "You got a little on yourself actually." I brushed my hand on her butt, feeling for her panty line. Mmmm, a thong. I wonder what color. White cotton? Pretty little princess!
"Oh God, thank you!" she said, thinking I was doing more than just feeling her up. By now, Marla began to notice my adventure and restated her previous exclamation.
"Hello? Caleb is here!" she said.
I looked over and saw him. He stood about six feet tall, dark brown hair, dark eyes and well built. He looked as though he was in his late twenties or early thirties, a little older than I was used to. Not like that was a problem, mind you. And he was definitely good looking.
I instantly began to envision living out his fantasies and imagined myself sucking on his hard c**k. I had to have this guy, I had to have him tonight and I was pretty sure I was going to get him.
I strolled over his way attempting to look like I belonged. As I approached, he quickly locked-on to me, and watched me as if he were [censored]. I walked right up to him, his eyes getting wider as I got closer.
"Hi. Sarah," I said as I extended my hand.
He took my hand and replied, "Caleb." He seemed surprised. He wasn't expecting me. I looked over at Marla who seemed quite obviously amused by his reaction.
"Caleb. Is this stain on my dress noticeable?" I asked him. This was the invitation he needed. His eyes scanned me from bottom to top, then again from top to bottom.
"I don't see it," he said.
I stepped one leg out and pushed my hip towards him. "Above them," I said.
His eyes locked on my thigh. "Yeah, I see it. It's hardly noticeable."
"It's very noticeable to me," I said. "Think you can help me wash it out?" He paused before answering. "Yeah. Sure."
"Great!" I said. "Follow me."
I made my way through the hallway of Marla's cousin's house. I had actually never been here before and wasn't even polite enough to seek out her cousin to introduce myself. Nevertheless, I was seeking out her master bedroom to f**k this handsome stranger.
We walked into the bedroom and went directly to the bathroom. Caleb followed me in and I closed the door behind him. Without delay, I wrapped my arms around him and began kissing him passionately.
His hand immediately went up my dress and clenched my ass. Our tongues entangled for an eternity and I broke our embrace, biting him softly on his lower lip.
"You saw me before?" I asked him. "Yes," he said.
"Julie's wedding shower?"
"Yes," he confirmed.
"What was I wearing?" I asked him. "Black miniskirt," he said.
Funny. Guys love mini skirts. You can put two of the sexiest identical twins in front of a guy. They can both be equally beautiful, but one is in a pair of pants and the other is in a short skirt. If given a choice, he'll f**k the one in the short skirt.
I once dated a guy with a fetish for short skirts. The s*x was wild. Men love it. And that's why I have exactly two pairs of jeans and countless short skirts. And trust me girls, I get f****d whenever I want it. Caleb was about to find that out.
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