In 1998, I scored a job at a warehouse that specialized in truck parts. At the young age of 19, it was the perfect stepping stone for my career. Among the friends I made, there was one who stood out—Erik. We were inseparable, often partying alongside our significant others: my girlfriend and his baby mom. And like clockwork, our business threw Christmas parties every year, including the one in 2000 that marked our two-year friendship milestone.
To make things more convenient, Erik and I decided to carpool. I arrived at his place just before 7 pm, the party set to commence at 8. Surprisingly, his car was nowhere in sight. Assuming he’d stepped out, I parked my car and decided to pass the time with a cigarette. As I stood there, shivering in the cold, the door to Erik’s apartment creaked open.
His girlfriend, a captivating beauty, beckoned me inside, informing me that Erik had run to the store. Willing to escape the chilly air, I entered, finding solace on the couch. Engaging in conversation, we whiled away the moments until Erik returned, mentioning that he had gone to buy a new shirt.
Little did I know that the night was about to take an unexpected turn. This vision of a woman, standing at 5’3″ with light skin, mesmerizing long golden brown hair, and an ample bosom and curvaceous backside, wore a skirt that grazed her mid-thigh. Her ensemble, akin to a businesswoman’s attire, featured a tight blazer top, accentuated by black pantyhose and sky-high heels. It was impossible to ignore her enchanting figure.
As if on cue, she rose from her seat and ventured towards the door, peering outside before exclaiming about the frigid temperature. Seeking warmth, she returned to the couch, sitting beside me, her legs crossed, and her gaze locked on mine. In a playful manner, she shared that wearing a skirt without panties in such weather could make her uncomfortable. Intrigued, I couldn’t help but look when she proceeded to part her legs, revealing the untamed wilderness between them.
Unexpectedly, I found myself reaching for her thigh, caressing it gently until she interrupted my advances, chuckling mischievously. Playfully, she grazed her hand, suggesting that she was only teasing. Nevertheless, my curiosity had been ignited, and I couldn’t withstand the urges pulsating through my veins. Slowly but surely, my hand gravitated towards her crotch, softly massaging her there. With a hint of hesitance, she stopped me momentarily, removing her heels before revealing her wetness, spreading her legs invitingly.
Without hesitation, I embarked on the pleasure-filled journey, my fingers skillfully stimulating her clit as her moans filled the room. She licked her lips in anticipation, her pantyhose now soaked with desire. The intensity continued to escalate until she reached her climax, shattering any inhibitions that remained. It was then that she tore her pantyhose at the crotch, exposing her pink, hairy pussy to me.
Driven by an insatiable hunger, I dropped to my knees, savoring the enchanting taste that coated my tongue. Her sweet essence enveloped my senses as I relentlessly devoured her, focusing my attention on her throbbing clit. The pleasure multiplied as her body convulsed in ecstasy, prompting her to push me away momentarily. Standing up, she hoisted her skirt, bending over the couch, and opened the blinds ever so slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her exquisite ass adorned in those alluring pantyhose.
Overwhelmed by desire, my pants were hastily lowered, and my shirt, raised. With all eight inches of my throbbing manhood throbbing, I plunged into her depths, eliciting cries of ecstasy. Her voice filled the room, a symphony of passion and pleasure as she clung to the couch, burying her face into its fabric. The rhythm of our bodies melded flawlessly as I pounded her voluptuous ass, each slap accentuating the intensity of the moment. Finally, with a thunderous climax, I released my load, leaving her breathless, sweaty, and with weakened legs.
As she scurried off towards the restroom, gasping for breath, I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing paper towels to clean myself up. The sight of baby wipes caught my eye, prompting me to ensure thorough cleanliness. Once suitably tidied, I heard the soothing sound of running water, prompting me to knock on the bathroom door, notifying her of my presence outside.
Stepping out into the open, I lingered outside, my clothes neatly arranged, a hint of cologne adding to my allure. Lighting a cigarette, I immersed myself in the euphoria of the moment. Within minutes, Erik pulled up, flashing a grin as he exclaimed at my seemingly prompt arrival. Engaging in remarkable conversation, I sheepishly admitted, “Yeah, just got here, man.”