I’d spent the weekend at Christina’s place and we’d have a lovely, if somewhat dirty time. Every opportunity we had to steal a kiss or a grope had been taken and this behaviour was just winding the pair of us up more and more.
On Sunday morning, her friend Karen dropped in unexpectedly for a coffee. I’d met her two or three times in the past and whilst there wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, we just didn’t seem to hit it off particularly well. We were polite and friendly but that was about it, though I tried to rise above it all for Christina’s sake.
I’d just had a shower and was coming down the stairs, clad in my boxers and a dressing gown, when Karen arrived. Christina led her into the lounge, smiled at me as I walked down the stairs and then went into the kitchen. I poked my head around the lounge door, said a quick hello and made polite small-talk with Karen for a minute or so and then headed into the kitchen.
Christina was standing at the hob with her back to me, reading the paper as she waited for the kettle to boil. I stood in the doorway, simply looking at - and admiring - her. She was wearing green shorts and a t-shirt, what she wore in bed and I knew that her nipples - if hard - would be clearly visible through the thin material. I felt myself begin to get hard and adjusted my robe, idly wondering just how long I had before the kettle stopped and Karen might be able to hear me.
I crept into the room and Christina didn’t realise I was there until I was two or three steps away. I circled my arms around her belly, leaned in close and kissed her neck.
“Morning,” she said, “do you want some coffee?”
“Morning,” I replied, “and no, I want more of you.”
She turned, pressed herself against me and reached down to touch my cock through the robe. “So you do, it seems. And what were you after?”
I laughed. “Whatever I can get?”
“Not much,” she said, leaning closer and still rubbing my cock. Her lips brushed mine. “You saw that Karen’s here.”
“So how about a snog?”
We kissed, pressing against each other and I cupped her tits through her t-shirt. The whole thing felt fucking fantastic.
“You’re terrible,” she said.
“I try, but you turn me on so much, I don’t know how else to behave.”
She smiled. “I don’t mind, just don’t embarrass Karen making too much noise.”
“Fine,” I said, “I won’t. Turn around.”
“What are you going to do?”
“You’ll find out, just turn around.”
She did as I asked and I wrapped my arms around her again. I slid my right hand between her legs over her shorts and moved my left hand up, over her belly, her chest and her nipples. They sprang to attention instantly.
I started to rub her clit through her shorts and she leaned her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly. I slid my hand under the waistband of her shorts and loved the fact that her pussy was already damp.
“Bend over the worktop,” I said and she did it straight away. I pulled her short down a little, rubbing my hands over her arsecheeks gently. I crouched down slightly and slipped my hand between her legs. She leaned forward, her hands flat against the worktop.
I moved to her side and made a V of my fingers, rubbing her outer lips without penetrating her at all. “Do you want me rub your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to finger-fuck your pussy even though you can’t make a sound because of Karen? Would you like that?” As I’d hoped, the dirty talk was getting her going. She nodded her head, gasped out a yes. “Then don’t move, stay bent over like this and I’ll rub your clit until you cum. Do you want that?”
“Mm-hmm,” she half-said, half-moaned.
I put my left hand on the small of her back and my right hand in between her legs. My palm covered her pussy while the tips of my fingers rested on her clit. I began to rub it gently, in a circular movement and carried on until she started to moan. Then I pumped my hand hard against her pussy, the palm running back and forth across her lips whilst my fingers played on her clit.
“Oh, yeah, just like that, keep doing that.” Christina spread her legs a little more, so I started rubbing a bit harder until I was really pumping her, my hand getting slick with her juices. I grabbed her left tit, playing with her nipple and she moved back, sticking her arse out. She looked so fucking sexy, I dipped my head to lick at the top of her bum-crack.
I tried to get everything moving in unison, my palm and fingers on her pussy and clit, my fingers on her nipple and my tongue playing at the top of her buttocks. Her breath quickened, her tits heaving and I rubbed harder, with gusto, as she neared her orgasm, her pussy dripping.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped, “oh, I’m cumming.”
Although I slowed the pace and let go of her nipple, I massaged her pussy as she came until she was squirming at my touch, as wet as fuck. I was glad the kettle was rattling on, as I was sure that Karen would have been able to hear the squelching.
It took Christina a moment to get her breath back and when she turned slowly to face me, she still had a slightly spaced out look in her eyes. She kissed me gently and rubbed my cock through the robe, then dropped to her knees.
She opened the dressing gown and my cock sprang to attention through the fly. She smiled and put her hands on my chest, then hotched forward slightly. She kissed from the inside of my left knee up to my waist, across my belly - just avoiding the head of my cock - and then down to my right knee. She moved up slightly, breathing over my cock and making it bob and kissed my belly button. Her fingers played with my nipples. I leaned back against the worktop, trying so hard not to make any noise.
“Are you ready?” she asked, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
“Oh yes.”
She licked her lips, bent forward and licked around the head of my cock. Then, without warning, she slipped my cock deep into her mouth and cupped my balls with her right hand as her head bobbed up and down.
“Show me your tits,” I said and without removing my cock from her mouth, she used one hand to lift up her t-shirt. From this angle, everything about her looked great but her tits were out of this world.
She let my cock slide out of her mouth and, spreading her tongue, began to lick up and down the shaft, playing with my balls all the time.
“How are we going to do this?” I said.
Christina looked up and me and frowned.
“The kettle’s almost done and we can’t even have a quickie with Karen in the lounge but with this view and the feeling of you working me over, I’m going to be cumming soon.”
She stopped licking my cock long enough to say, “How about you cum on my tits?” before smirking and then taking my cock back into her mouth.
I wanted to moan and groan and make some noise like I normally did, but having to be quiet, having to pretend this wasn’t happening, but making the whole thing more erotic. I let myself go, not needing to keep going, but willing and able to let the moment hit me.
She stopped sucking my cock but kept it close to her mouth, wrapping the fingers of her left hand around it tight, wanking me hard. She put out her tongue and ran it over the tip of my cock, her hand getting faster and tighter with each stroke.
I watched her, the blur of her hand, the quick flicks of her tongue, her tits wobbling with the motion and it was too much.
“I’m going to cum,” I hissed and she moved into a squatting position, so that my cock was level with her chest. Her tits shook with her movement and I watched her nipples, transfixed by the sheer beauty of them.
“Cum on me,” she said, “cum on my tits.”
The moment was coming, getting there quicker and quicker, watching her and feeling her fingers on my cock and rubbing my balls.
“I’m there,” I gasped and started cumming, the first jet of spunk hitting her left breast squarely just about the nipple. She kept moving her hand, pointing my cock at her other tit, wanting some of the cum on there. She didn’t stop wanking me and I was trying really hard not to make a sound, but it was tough, watching my spunk paint her chest.
The kettle clicked off and I bit into my fist until I wasn’t cumming any more and she finished wanking me. Christina leaned forward and she kissed and licked my cock thoroughly until it started to go soft.
She stood up, cupping her tits and admiring the cum smeared over them. “Now that was dirty,” she whispered.
“It was.”
She pulled a sheet of kitchen roll free and wiped most of my spunk away, then let her t-shirt fall down. “I think a shower might be in order,” she said.
“What about Karen?”
“Oh you and I will go and sit with Karen for a drink and it’ll be our dirty little secret.” She grinned and got cups from the cupboard. “What do you think?”
