Houseguest….Part 3

Temmuz 5, 2020 0 Yazar: admin

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Houseguest….Part 3Dara had arrived and we had spent the better part of the past two weeks almost insperable…at work and at home. I showed her the ropes at the business, and we spent every free moment sightseeing and bumming about. One extremely unbearably hot day, the air conditioning went out at the house, and the repair company was backlogged. I arrived home from work befroe Dara, and decided to order in Asian food. She walked through the door about 30 minutes later, and looked quite done in by the heat. “Shit, Sweetie,” she said, “It isn;t this fucking hot in Texas. !!!” She walked up to me, gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. I told her dinner was on its way, and she replied, “See?? No wonder I love you !!!” She was wearing an orange skirt which stopped abouve her knees, a very light beige sleeveless button-down blouse, an orange belt, yellow jewelry and earrings, tan high heel pumps, and from what I could see, no hosiery…which looked good due to her being tan all over. As she stood in the foyer looking through mail, the afternoon sun shone through her blouse, and I could see the shadow of her bra holding her what I guessed to be 36 or 38C breasts. “I am going to get out of these clothes,” she said, “Will you make us a drink?” With that, she turned and walked up to her room. I had all but abandoned my other female “friends” since Dara arrived, and although the thought was in my mind, hadn’t masturbated in quite a while. I was focused on developing something with her, and it had me quite excited. As I mixed coolers for us, she called to me from upstairs, “Sweetie…can you give me a hand with this?” I entered her room, and was surprised to see that she had removed her blouse, and was wearing a beige bra. “Can you help me get this skirt zipper unsnagged,” she asked impatiently. bartın escort I walked over to her an inahled the distinctive prefume she wore. I worked the zipper tab trying to free it but not break it, and it finally let loose. “May as well zip it down all the way,” she said. As I did, I saw she was wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt except a white full-back panty. It looked exciting against her tanned back, and I paused for a few seconds feeling my loins stirring. “Hey…no peeking at my undies,” she laughed. She turned around, put both arms around my neck, and gave me a long hug. Her full and firm breasts pressed into my chest, and I feared she would feel my hardeneing penis against her thigh, but she seemed not to. “I’ll be down in a short bit,” she said. I went back to mixing out coolers, and decided to add more vodka to the mix. My penis was full of blood, and I tried not to think of how she looked partially clothed. Soon, the food arrived, and I called to her. I set everything up in the den where it was a bit cooler, and she walked into the room and took my breath. She was barefoot, wearing only a gorgeous white full slip which was solid lace from the waist up, and had a very shiny lower part with about six inches of matching lace. “Sorry for looking so trampy,” she said, “But it’s too damn hot to wear anything else…and I always sleep either nude or wearing one of these back home…I just hate the look and feel of nighties.” The slip hugged her curves, and as she moved, I could see that she had the white panty on under it. I told her not to worry…after all, I was wearing just swim trunks. We began dinner, and I noticed a small peral of perspiration at the base of her throat. I was spellbound as I watched it slowly run down her cleavage, and as she shuddered for a second escort bartın as it did. I almost choked when both of her nipples popped out erect under the slip lace. There was no containing my erection, and I checked to see if it was protruding from my swim trunk leg. We continued to eat and talk about how hot it was, until she abruptly asked, “Trev…are you staring at my boobs?” I decided to admit it to her, and she laughed, saying, “Well what the hell, you;ve seen them before anyway.” I was dumbstruck, and asked, “What do you mean, Dara??!!” She proceded to tel me that she and Lorene ahd taken me to a family gathering out of town when I was 10 or 11. The only hotel room available was one in a second-line place, and it had one doulbe bed, so the three of us had to bunk together. she went on to say that on the first night, we were all getting ready for bed, and she and Lorene were down to their bras and slips. She chuckled as she described how shy I was, but how they could see I was fascinated, and both decided to ease my mind by talking to me about it. I told her I had NO recollection of the event. “You were so cute, Sweetie,” she said, “Lori and I were laughing at your wide eyes and your little weenie sticking out of you pjs.” She told me they knelt beside the chair I was sitting in, and explained what they were wearing…”lady t-shirts and underdresses”…to make me feel more at ease. Lorene asked if I would like to touch her “underdress”, and she let me put my hand on her thigh. Dara said they went back to their business of changing into nighties, and as she removed her bra, she inadvertantly turned toward me. “You should have seen you eyes then !!!”, she said. “I accidentally gave you a full boob shot, and even though you were young, you noticed.” I was very hot, very uncomfortable, bartın escort bayan and very embarrased, but my penis was like a hard branding iron. “So,” she said, “That was your first look at lady things…by the way…have you seen much of them since?, she asked. I told her I had seen glimpses of Lorene wearing her underwear since moving in with her, and that when I lived at home, every now and then either my sisters of mother would walk around like that. “Do you find it exciting, Trev,” she asked. as she did, she slid one slip strap off her shoulder to wipe perspiration off her breast. I was sweating uncontrollably as I looked at hersmooth tan skin glistening, and when she stood up to pour us another cooler, her slip was wet from her cleavage to her waist. The way she looked, the heat, the story she had told me, and the coolers made my heart race and the blood pound in my penis. As she sat down, she said, “Maybe you’d like to see some lady t-shirts and underdresses again sometime…I certainly wouldn’t mind showing them to you, but most of mine are back in Texas.” I told her it would be nice, but not to worry. She thought for a moment and said, “I’m just a half size bigger than Lori…I could wear some of her things…I need to raid her closet for business attire, anyway.” I felt as though I was going to cum right then and there. I helped her clear the dishes, and told her I had to go back to the warehouse for a bit to finish some rearanging. “Okay, Sweetie,” she said, “Try not to be too late…I’d like to be up when you get back.” She hugged me as I was going out the door, and to my horror, I noticed my penis had leaked precum down my thigh…and worst of all, the skirt of Dara’s slip had a large wet spot on the front of her thigh. I drove around town for quite a while trying to get my hormones back under control, went to the warehosue and busied myself for a couple of hours. When I felt fit, I headed for home, and wondered what Dara would say to crank me up again.It didn’t take long to get an answer to my question…….

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