Sydni Sugar – Sweet & UNCENSORED

We met one warm afternoon in the middle of summer. I thought he had beautiful eyes and was the height I preferred in a man. His skin was the color of coffee beans, clear of any signs of teenage acne he may have had and a musky scent that, along with the basketball he held, told of his afternoon activities.  We only spoke briefly then I continued on with my chore of cooking dinner.

The next time I saw him, no one was home but Charlie, my chocolate Labrador Retriever and me. I had just taken a shower and was drying off when the door bell rang. Quickly drying and grabbing my robe, I hurried for the door, thinking it may be the package I’d been waiting for. It was a package but it wasn’t the postman. It was Derek. I opened the door to allow him in and escorted him to the family room to wait until I dressed.

After standing naked in my closet for some time searching for something comfortable to throw on I’d finally settled for a simple aster blue strapless sun dress. As I turned to exit my closet, he was there, watching me. For how long, I can’t be sure. Our eyes met and spoke for us, he reached for my hand and I held it out allowing him to take hold and lead me. With the feel of my hand in his, I lost track of my senses, not thinking of the time or who might be home soon.

Our eyes never parted as he laid me back onto my bed, nor did they part as he lay beside me kissing my lips, ever so gently. I could feel his heart beating in his chest. His hands were soft as he rubbed my thigh, moving up and cupping my right breast. He took my bottom lip in his and sucked, through all this, our eyes remained locked on one another.  It wasn’t until he released my lip and ventured downward, taking my nipple into his mouth, that my heartbeat began to match his and until then my legs had remained closed. Upon feeling that feeling that always sent shock waves through me, I still had a fighting chance and a little bit of common sense to stop him. My senses flew out the window as I felt his soft lips wrapped around my areola and warm tongue tracing circles around my hardened nipples. As if on cue, my legs parted and my flower moistened. 

Still clothed, he moved on top of me, kissing my lips, my cheek, my ear. I felt his hardness through his shorts. Holding himself up with his arms, he stared deep into my eyes and I begin removing his shirt. Placing my hands at his waist, I slide his shirt upward as I gently caressed his skin, causing his eyes to close as the hairs stood up on his arms.  Slow yet determined I removed his shirt and toss it aside before reaching down to loosen the drawstring on his shorts. Raising my knees I place my toes inside the waistband to lower them. His erect penis was hot as it rested inside the parted lips of my pussy. Adjusting my position, my moistness allowed him to enter me slightly. There was no turning back. As I wrapped my legs around his waist and pressed down on his lower back he didn’t resist. The sensation of him sliding inside me was almost overwhelming as it had been some time since last I felt human flesh enter my spot. It was a welcomed feeling, one that I had almost forgotten about. His penis was curved upward, which gave him a slight advantage as he was sure hit my spot with each stroke. Whether he knew of this advantage he had on me, I did not know nor did I care.

Once he was completely inside of me, I became voracious, losing all self-restraint. Grabbing the back of his head and forcing it down, I kissed him hard and long as my hands wandered across the curves and dips of his body. I pushed him forward gaining access to his chest, sucking his nipples; licking his chest, biting lightly. That was all it took before I felt, in myself a wave moving through me, at first causing me to pant and moan, softly at first then growing louder and longer between breaths. Clenching my pussy tighter as he exited, I held on to him, pressing him into me, mixing our perspiration that had settled in the center of my stomach.

As I opened my eyes, he was staring again like he had before, except this look was accompanied by a slight smirk, as if this deed had caused him to feel a bit cocky. Perhaps he felt this way because he had brought me to climax and had yet to reach one himself. I suppose he had reason but now it was my turn.

I slithered weak-legged from my bed and headed to the shower. Although his musky scent was a turn on, so was the water from my shower head.  I turned the shower on to heat up and went back into my bedroom to retrieve my new friend. Pulling him playfully from the bed I led him to the bathroom and into the shower, grabbing extra towels along the way. 

In the shower, standing face to chest I lathered the towel and began gliding it across his chest and stomach before wrapping the towel around his still hard cock. Stroking him with the towel briefly, I moved down his legs as water from the shower head trickled onto me. I slowly washed his lower body as I stroked him with my other hand. As I moved back up his body I handed him the towel before taking him into my mouth, still stroking with my hand. I licked down the shaft and sucked his sack; I licked his inner thighs and gently grazed his ass with my nails. Clearing an area on the shower seat, I guided him down as I went down onto my knees. I took his member into my mouth until I had engulfed every inch of him. He pulled my hair tilting my head until we made eye contact. Slow then faster, I stroked him with my mouth, slower then faster I could feel him moving his hips, as if helping me, do my job. Tightening my lips around him as I moved upward, then opening wide to take him all in, it didn’t take long before I felt his member begin to pulse and the grip on my hair tighten.

As his seed spewed out sliding down his member his shallow breathing and release of my hair let me know that we had both been satisfied. Standing up and turning my back to him I let the water hit my face before exiting. 

He’d stayed in the shower a few more minutes, I suppose to gain his composure and footing before I heard the shower turn off and the door open. ~~By the time he walked back in to my bedroom I was dressed and pinning my wet hair in to a clip. He re-dressed and after kissing me on the neck, we made our way into the family room.

As luck would have it, I heard the front door close and my son’s voice, “Hey ma” he said to me then, “Hey Derek, I thought that was your car outside, give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go.” He said, already heading toward his bedroom.

“No problem, I just got here.” Derek said, looking directly at me. ~~The fact that this was my son’s college roommate, no longer mattered.

 (c) SydniSugar2010