A few weeks ago, I flew to San Francisco to visit my long-time friend Dave and his family. When I arrived, a beautiful young woman whom I didn’t recognize opened the door. It was Dave’s daughter, Stella. I hadn’t seen her since she was about 12 years old, so seeing her now, at 19, threw me.
After a few hours of idle chatter and a very nice meal, the four of us—me, Stella, Dave and Dave’s wife—were still seated at the dining-room table, and suddenly Stella knocked over her water glass, spilling the contents into my lap. Before I could react, she took her napkin in her hand and began softly blotting along my inner thigh. I immediately felt my cock begin to swell, and Stella must have felt it, too, because she looked up at me with a sexy, mischievous smile. That got me totally hard. Luckily, my buddy and his wife didn’t catch on, and they continued to fill me in on life on the West Coast as if nothing was happening.
Stella’s hand was still in my lap when the phone rang, pulling my friend away from the table. He came back a minute later to tell us that his son was having a problem at his apartment, and he and his wife needed to go help him out. Stella didn’t want to go with them, so she opted to stay back at the house with me. Dave apologized for having to leave and said he’d be back in a couple of hours. “Stella will take good care of you in the meantime,” he told me. He had no idea.
Dave and his wife had no sooner pulled out of the driveway than Stella was next to me on the sofa, where I’d moved to watch some TV. As she sat, she raised her skirt and spread her legs, giving me an unobstructed view of her nearly transparent panties and what was underneath. My head and my cock were pounding with excitement, and I noticed her wicked smile. Before I realized it, she was leaning over and stroking my cock through my pants.
For my part, I slid my hand between her legs and got my fingers into her panties and into her warm, wet depths. Stella let out a long sigh and began to gyrate her hips as she continued to toy with me. This went on for a few more minutes, and then, suddenly, I found myself laying on the living-room floor. I was under her, and my tongue lapped her tiny pussy as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock.
Half insane with lust and not wanting to explode too soon, I pushed her off me and onto the floor. I spread her legs apart and continued to lick her for a minute, letting my dick cool down, then pushed her legs up to her chest and rammed my hardness inside her. She cried out excitedly, and after a few strokes, we both exploded. I shot several strong spurts inside her receptive hole before we collapsed on the floor.
When my buddy came back a few hours later, Stella had gone to bed, but I was still in the living room, watching some television.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, sure,” Dave said. “So then Stella took pretty good care of you, right?” he asked.
I nodded. Talk about an understatement.
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