Message-ID: <15068eli$9809080538@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Mister Staberinde Subject: {Staberinde} Stretching-Down (MF, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980907161150.4299.rocketmail@send201.yahoomail.com> Okay, this is my first effort. All the usual copyright stuff applies: archive it for free if you want, don't make any money out of it (optimism...), etc. I would really appreciate any feedback you want to give, even if you think it sucked big-time (maybe especially). Okay... ============================================================================= It was only when I realised that she was staring straight back at my own reflection that I realised I had been openly ogling Emily. The image of her gently bouncing tits in the mirror at the far end of the gym had been a hypnotic point of interest for at least a minute. I wondered how long she had been looking back at me. Emily is Naomi's best friend. I'll never know how many hours of surreptitious leching of her I've sneaked in the seven years that Naomi and I have been together. She is 27 with a nice figure, lovely tits (big but not too big) and a delicious bottom which she usually keeps in the tightest jeans she can find. I'd always assumed that Emily was pretty much unaware of her regular starring role in the fantasies that ran through my mind, but this was the second time in the last week that I'd been so carelessly obvious. A few days earlier, while visiting that flat she shared with Wayne, she had been walked through the living room covered only in a thick white towel, having just showered. The towel was well wrapped around her, but high, the hem exposing her legs all the way to the top. I swallowed as I caught an achingly brief glimpse of the faint creases where her toned thighs met her smooth buttocks. At that second she turned to look over her shoulder. My attention was just too steadfastly held to turn away quickly enough, and she caught me mid-stare. I didn't know what to do or say. As my brain raced through the options the problem was solved, as Emily turned away once more and left the room without breaking stride; too quickly even to catch my blush. Later I wanked myself silly, imagining Emily naked, on all-fours and moaning as I buried my face between those beautiful thighs from behind, while my tongue revelled in the musky paradise of her pussy. This time Emily didn't turn away and I found myself frantically thinking of some way out. The best I could come up with was the raise of my eyebrows and a tight smile normally used to acknowledge the catching of someone's eye. Although I considered that this had been delivered with practically Oscar class nonchalance the word 'lame' echoed loudly in my mind. To avoid further eye contact, I made as if to busy myself with the settings of the cycle machine that I was using. Well, sitting on anyway. My discomfort was magnified by the fact that I had offered to give Emily a lift home from the gym. Shit. Nothing much to do except to try and brazen it out really. Pretending it hadn't happened seemed like the wisest option. As I began my stretching down exercises I realised that Emily was just completing hers. By the time I had finished Emily was gone; departed for the showers. As I left the changing rooms I realised that I would not be very surprised to find that Emily had already begun her walk home, in preference to a car journey in close proximity to my ogling self. But she was there waiting. She said nothing about my indiscretion, and we exchanged only a little idle chatter as I drove her home to the large Georgian building which housed her flat. I parked the car and turned towards her, preparing to say goodbye. I paused as I realised she was staring ahead with a serious, thoughtful expression on her face. 'Oshitoshit', my mind babbled as I realised that Emily was trying to decide how to broach a difficult subject. It was only a second or so before she spoke, but it was long enough for a deep dread to settle in my stomach. 'Paul, you were staring at me again today,' she said as she turned to face me, her eyes holding mine. It was a simple statement of fact. Simple and undeniable. As I realised that she was not about to continue I groped for a response to fill the silence from which she seemed determined not to let me easily escape. 'I'm sorry?' I blurted, continuing my blinding run of lightning quick thinking in tricky situations. 'I think we ought to have a chat. Will you come in a minute?' Mutely I followed Emily to the front door of the building. I wasn't sure if I was going to able to sit through the lecture about how wonderful Naomi was (which she is), or about how I was supposed to be a good friend of Wayne's (which I am - up to a point) which I was sure was about to follow. Was she going to talk to Naomi about this? Probably. I had already been shocked several times at the, frankly unnecessary, details of their personal lives that the two close friends seemed quite happy to share. After all leching is just leching. What's the problem? It's a bloke thing - hardwired. Are we supposed to deny our masculinity and ignore the natural attraction of the female form? My indignation was dulled by a sardonic voice in my mind: 'No, but a bit of discretion would avoid a lot of embarrassment'. The flat was on the third floor. I climbed two long flights of stairs just behind Emily staring resolutely at my feet. At least I wasn't going to get caught again. Well done! Emily let us into the flat and invited me to sit down while she went and made coffee. I had plenty of time to contemplate the intense discomfort which was to follow. I decided that the best course to follow would be a pre-emptory apology, and a promise not to embarrass her so in the future, with a sincere hope that she wouldn't feel the need to upset anyone else with the story - all to be delivered as soon as she entered the room, and preferably before she could say anything. As the living room door began to open I took a deep breath and.held it. Remembering to breathe was not at the top of my confused mind's list of priorities at that moment. My recently made promises to myself never to gawp at anything ever, ever again went the same way. My jaw dropped and my face began to flush as Emily entered the room clad in a large white towel. Her long dark hair had been tied back and left to trail over one creamy, and tantalisingly bare shoulder. A minute later I would notice that her face was also flushed. But not yet. All but the very tops of her breasts were covered by the towel, yet their shape and their highness seemed only to accentuated. Her slender arms framed an expanse of white terry cloth, ending.ending with the sleek lines of her thighs, smooth and taught as she stood just inside the doorway and faced me. Eventually I exhaled. I looked her in the eyes but slid back down to her thighs before reasserting control. She was staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite determine. It was only when her tongue darted along her lips and began to bite her top lip that I realised Emily was nervous. Nervous, and maybe (but no, surely not), just maybe more than a little bit excited. I held my mouth shut. A sound judgement based on my previous form that day. 'Do you really enjoy looking at me?' she said, her breath catching, but her eyes not wavering. 'What do you think about when you're staring at me like that?' Now by this time I had realised that something was going on, but there was still a corner of my mind that was resolutely refusing to accept that everything was as it appeared. 'Things like this just do not happen. You're about to get a lapful of coffee. Just you watch.' And while this seemed less and less likely I wasn't quite ready to own up to my thoughts of spurting come all over her chin and hair, rubbing my rampant cock between her well soaped boobs while listening to her scream in pleasure with a vibrator buried deep inside her soaking pussy. Not quite. 'Right now I'm wondering what you'd look like without that towel,' I managed in a commendably steady voice, given the circumstances. Our eyes held each other and I sensed that she was coming to decision. There was a line here that could be crossed or drawn back from. A dangerous but heady boundary which, once crossed could not be re-crossed. And if the decision was to pull back from it it would have to come now. I gasped as she let the towel fall to the floor, conclusively leaving the area of my attention, and this story. Emily's breasts rose and fell on her chest as she breathed deeply and quickly. They were beautiful. Rounded and firm, they rose leaving her dark nipples pointed upwards. Pointed they were. As I sat, shocked and admiring I began to imagine taking one of those sweet nipples in my mouth, running my tongue over and around it, caressing it to even sharper attention. Her stomach was toned after time spent at the gym and her stomach was almost flat. Her mound was covered by a pair of lacy knickers, cut high, and flimsy enough for me to be able to easily see the narrow line of her carefully shaved pubic hair through them. My eyes became glued to her barely covered mons and I noticed there was a definite impression of clinging. I realised Emily's cunt was already sopping wet. My cock was rigid and uncomfortable in my jeans without my even realising that it had been hardening. 'Oh, my God Emily.' was all I could manage. I was suddenly breathless as well as wordless. I gazed at her body in front of me, a wet dream, and tried to wonder how this might still all come crashing down around me. It wasn't going to. Nope. Emily wanted me; I could see it in her face and I could see it in her knickers. It was still too much to take in. Suddenly a wave of guilt threatened to enter the scene. I dismissed it; time for that later. No point in feeling guilty until *after* you've fucked your girlfriend's best friend. Right on. I got up from the sofa and walked across the room to stand in front of her. I don't remember who move toward whom but the next thing I knew or bodies were pushed close together as we kissed deeply. She closed her eyes and whimpered but it was obvious that she didn't intend to be placidly taken, projecting guilt and responsibility away from herself. She was hungry. Her hands moved to the back of my head, running through my hair. My hands slid down and over her hips as I began to softly caress her bum through the silky fabric of her knickers. She moaned again. As we held each other ever more tightly Emily began to grind her hips. My rock-hard penis, which was already in imminent danger of strangulation due to a treacherous twisting of my boxer shorts complained, and I gasped sharply. Emily drew away and I prepared to make the urgently necessary adjustments, but she was pushing me backwards. My calves hit the sofa behind me and I fell onto it. Emily knelt between my legs her eyes fixed on the (curiously angled) bulge in my crotch. She reached for my belt and began to unbuckle it. 'I'm going to suck your cock', she breathed. Her own words seemed to add to her own excitement (not to mention my own) and there was a frenzy of unbuttoning and unzipping before she reached into my boxers and retrieved my throbbing rod. I couldn't prevent a moan as her fingers found me. I was as hard as I've ever been and I realised straight way that I was on a hair trigger. Emily stared at my cock as if fascinated by it. I ran my fingers through her hair, noticing the way her tits hung away from her chest, swaying very slightly. 'I can't believe this is happening', I said. She looked up at me before turning her attention back to my throbbing member. Infinitely slowly she drew my back my foreskin, revealing the head of my cock, already slick and glistening. I felt her breath - cold on the wetness covering my by now unbearably sensitive glans. Her finger and thumb made a ring as she held the base of my penis tightly. With her other hand she gripped my stem and began to move wank my foreskin slowly back and forth. The sensation was incredible and I gasped and squirmed. She must have sensed that I wasn't going to be able to take too much of this and moved her mouth towards my raging manhood. I moaned before her tongue even touched me. The anticipation was almost too much. Her tongue began a teasingly slow journey from the base, which she still held between finger and thumb, to the moist tip of my cock. I moaned her name as her tongue slid over my frenulum and the next thing I knew she was bathing the head of my cock with her tongue, swirling it around, teasing the sensitive slit and running it around the rim of my glans. I was in heaven, but we both knew that this wasn't going to last. Without warning her lips slipped around me and she took me into her mouth. Straight away her head began to bob, her lips forming a tight ring around as she pushed me hard and fast towards my beckoning climax. 'I'm going to come Emily. I'm going to come in your mou-hou-hou.' I never finished as she finished me. That exquisite choreography of tightening and spasming muscles sent me into a thrashing ecstasy. I bucked and shouted as my come erupted from my cock and into her eager mouth. She continued to suck producing sensations that I wouldn't have believed were possible, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. I couldn't ever remember coming with that intensity before. Her head rose and she looked into my eyes and I noticed she had come on her chin. 'Do you think I'm a slut?' she said, her voice thick and husky. 'Emily, that was just incredible. It was.' I was lost for words. 'Make me a slut,' she whispered, and I realised her hand had slipped between her legs. She was fingering her wet slit through the fabric of her knickers. My cock was already beginning to harden again. She helped me wrestle out of my clothes. I stood and we exchanged places - Emily sat on the sofa as I knelt on the carpet. The smell of her pussy was thick, her crotch saturated, and I was already throbbing again. I began to run my hands slowly over her breasts, barely grazing her nipples, gently caressing and exploring. Emily closed her eyes and her fingers found my hair again, pulling my head forward to her breast. I squeezed her nipples before pinching them harder eliciting a surprised gasp before engulfing her left nipple. My tongue flicked and teased, and I gently nibbled. She was gasping with every breath now, her fingers kneading my scalp and I realised she was trying to push forward to grind herself against me. 'My cunt', she gasped. 'Please. I'm throbbing'. She didn't need to ask twice. I hooked my thumbs under her knickers and pulled them off as quickly as I could. Emily sank into the sofa, eyes closed, rested her hands on the outside of her thighs and slowly spread her legs. I gazed at the beauty of her. I had never seen such a beautiful cunt. I let my eyes wander over the neatly trimmed bush covering her mound down to the perfectly formed and glistening slit, open slightly from the spread of her thighs. Her clit was swollen and her pussy was bathed in her juices. The air reeked of sex and I noticed the sofa was becoming damp. 'You want to be a slut?' I asked her. 'Yes' she hissed. There was urgency in her voice. 'Finger yourself for me.' Maybe it's a little kink, I don't know, but I've always loved to watch women playing with themselves. I knelt in front of her, my penis already painfully stiff once more and watched as she began rubbing her finger, slowly up and down the entrance to her pussy. Before long she had pushed two fingers inside and she began to move quickly in and out quickly. With the two fingers of her other hand she began to work on her clit, rubbing around it with slow circular movements, but speeding up. She was in a frenzy. 'Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to fuck me?' she was shouting. 'I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to fuck you hard, you slut. But not yet.' I took hold of her hands and pulled them away. She moaned, grasped my head and pulled me into her. I buried myself between her thighs, surrounded myself with her sex. My world was her smell and the sweet taste of her honey. I have never understood men who won't go down on their partners. Me, I can't get enough of it. There's something almost religious about kneeling in front of a woman and immersing yourself in her cunt. In some ways it's more intimate than fucking. I ran my tongue up and down, gently over her clit, almost teasing. From the way she was bucking it was obvious she wanted more. I used my fingers to spread her pussy wide open, exposing her clit. I began to flick my tongue back and forth across it rapidly, but only just grazing. When she began to get a little too wild I moved to the spot just beneath her clit and let her calm down again. Then, for my own enjoyment more than hers, I pushed my tongue into her opening, coating my face with her juices, revelling in it. As my tongue darted rapidly in and out I gently worked on he clit with my finger. She was squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples, eyes shut and mouth open. Beautiful. I covered her entire pussy with my mouth and began to suck on her clit. She tried to clench her thighs, but I just forced them back wider again, gently sucking her towards an orgasm. I reached underneath her and began to finger around her anus. She was screaming and bucking her hips so hard I had trouble keeping her in my mouth now. She seemed to be building up to a climax so I slowed her back down again. 'Oh, you bastard, no! I want to come. Make me come!' I ignored her. After I'd brought her to the edge like that twice more I decided I couldn't wait any longer. I had to fuck her. I was desperate to soak my cock in her pussy. I pulled away. 'Come here. Over the arm,' I ordered her. As she stood from the sofa and bent over the arm, spreading her legs wide once more, she was begging me to fuck her, wanting me to promise to suck her clit like that every day. I stored the offer away for due consideration. Standing behind he I savoured the sight of her wonderful backside. I teased her puckered hole with my finger. She shouted with frustration and spread her lips with her fingers, inviting me in. I positioned myself ready to plunge and she surprised me by pushing back. The entire length of my cock slid easily into her in one go. We both shouted out. As I began to thrust, slowly at first, I took a juice coated finger and gently pushed at her anus. 'No' she said. But not very convincingly. I slid my finger easily inside her and she squealed as I began to fuck her hard. She was grunting with every stroke and I could feel her rubbing her clit, hard and fast. She was pushing backwards to meet each thrust, my body slapping against her buttocks as I fucked her with abandon. The sensations of my hot cock sliding in and out of her pussy were staring to produce a familiar urgency deep within my groin and I fucked her hard pushing towards my climax. I wanted to come at the same time as she did but her bucking was affecting my rhythm. She was squealing, almost screaming, then shouting 'I'm coming, I'm coming' and all of a sudden my cock exploded. I shouted out as I came into her, and came, and came. I felt like I was spurting buckets in her, flooding her filling her. The feeling of release was tremendous and almost too much. Eventually the spasms subsided and I collapsed, utterly exhausted. As we lay gasping I heard the front door of the flat open. Wayne had arrived home. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----