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Philippa – Two Plus One

“I’m parked outside on the street.”

“Good evening, my darling, drive to the end and turn left, you’ll come to a gateway, I’ll meet you there.”

The line went dead. He started the engine of the ute, turned on the lights and pulled out. 50 yards around the corner was a gateway and he pulled up the ramp. The headlights picked out a short but curvaceous figure moving to one side of the gate. There was an impression of long legs and a short dress. The gate slid open and he could see it was her. The long legs were clad in black stockings and what he had taken for a dress looked to be a silk housecoat, belted at the waist and pulled tight, emphasising the curves of her ample breasts.

He drove into the complex and stopped to wait for her. The passenger door opened and she slid in. As she sat down the housecoat rode up, revealing a length of leg and a glimpse of stocking top and suspender. He could feel his anticipation, which had been building all evening as he’d driven toward the city, turning to arousal and hunger. She all the time had this effect on him. No matter how much he tried to stay away, she’d ring and he’d be at her beck and call. This time it had started with a call.

“Hi, I’ve moved into a new apartment, come and see me, come Saturday night.”

And now was Saturday.

“Good evening, dearest, how are you?”

He leant across to kiss her lips and smelt her intoxicating aroma and a whiff of perfume. Her lips met his briefly, tantalisingly and full of promise.

“Better now you are here. Drive to the end, turn left and then look for a parking space as far down as you can find.”

He put the pick-up into first and edged forward, leaving his hand atop the gear lever. Her hand rested on his, her fingers insinuating their way between his and lifting his hand onto her thigh. There was the feel of lace stocking, the warmth of her hand and an electric tingle up his arm. He caught his breath as his heart rate rose. Turning to the left, they drove slowly past a garden bed of palms and ferns which shaded the drive from the street lights. She slid his hand up her thigh. He felt the warmth of her smooth skin and then, suddenly, as she guided his fingers towards her centre, a touch of moistness through her lace panties.

“Park there, on the right.”

Almost in shock, he snatched his hand away and to the steering wheel. The pick-up swung into the bay, he selected neutral and pulled on the handbrake. He turned to look at her, she was smiling and he raised his finger to his mouth and tasted her.

“Come on, the apartment is over there.”

They stepped out and into the night. It was warm and humid with the scent of jasmine overwhelming that of the cooling engine. He held a bottle of her favourite red wine in his right hand as she took his left and lead him towards one of the downstairs apartments. He could hear people chatting on balconies, TVs through open windows and the clicking of her heels on the concrete. He was very conscious that one fingertip was still wet as she raised their intertwined fingers to her lips and kissed them. She dropped his hand as they reached the door and produced a key from a pocket.

Inside was long and narrow, a kitchen work surface to the left, a table with wine glasses to the right, then beyond the kitchen, a sofa stretched to the end of the room, facing a large TV. Off to the right was a darkened corridor.

He took all this in in a glance as he put the wine down on the table. She went to the arm of the sofa, turned to face him and leant back against it. There was no time for conversation, that would come later. He went to her arms and bent to kiss her.

“Oh, Philippa, I’ve missed you.”

“I bet you have,” she replied mockingly.

The top of her head barely reached his shoulder and he stooped to kiss her. The kiss was long and passionate, warm and wet, inviting and arousing. He’d been hard since his touch of her moistness whilst in the ute, but now his cock was pulsing with his heartbeat.

“Oh, Mike, you have missed me,” she crooned as the kiss ended and she dropped one arm to reach between them and caressed the bulge in his jeans.

Mike moved back and reached down to her belt. The silk slipped undone, allowing the robe to fall aside. This revealed a black basque trimmed with red lace with her heavy breasts mounding atop the lace. Below that were black stockings and, the sign of a woman who knows what she wants, the panties worn over the suspender straps. A shudder of excitement rose through him as his hands cupped her breasts. Briefly, his lips brushed hers again and a groan of excitement rose from her throat. Drifting downwards, he placed kisses on her chin, down her neck and then on the top of each breast. Slowly, he went to his knees and lingered to kiss the gap between the basque and her pantie top. Caressingly, his hands slid down the sides of her bodice, almost unwilling to leave those breasts he craved so much. His fingers reached the thin strings at her waist and, taking a gentle hold, he pulled downwards and Philippa parted her legs to let the thin lace of her panties come away from her quim. She stepped out of them as they reached the floor, steadying herself by resting her hands on the top of his head. Mike’s hands rose, tracing the line of her ankles and then trailing his fingernails up the silk-clad legs until he reached, and parted, her trimmed bush, revealing her glistening lips. Philippa shivered with anticipation.

“Mike, dearest, what are you doing?” she said, knowing full well, what was coming next.

Kissing gently, his tongue probed forward until it found her clitoris, lingered and then withdrew as his lips moved in to suck. Her hands pressed his face to her, she shuddered and a cry escaped her lips. Her fingers ran through his long locks as he licked and sucked, her moistness starting to run down his chin. Her cries became groans and he could feel her knees buckling as his hands held her hips. He drank from her and his tongue probed deeper. With a sudden gasp and a shudder she held his head and pulled him upward until he relented, abandoned the delicious taste of her, and stood up. His hands flew to her breasts, reaching inside the lace to seek out her hardened nipples. They kissed, a flurry of passionate kisses which were hard and pressing. Mike could tell she relished the taste of herself in his mouth. He could feel her wrenching his belt undone and unzipping his jeans. Philippa pulled them and his pants down in one swift motion and, dragging herself away from his lips, went to her knees. His cock was beyond hard, the foreskin stretched back and the tip glistening with pre-cum. Taking his balls in one hand and the shaft in another, her mouth enveloped the length. A tremor ran the length of his body as she sucked and then pulled back until the tip sprang from her lips. Playfully she licked the glans, then, tantalisingly, she started a rhythmic sucking, plunging her lips up and down the length. This was almost too much, it had been weeks since their last encounter and Mike could feel the pressure building inside him.

Very shortly he could take no more and gently pushed her head away. In both of them, their passions were raging. They each craved the other and each knew what the other needed. Standing, she shrugged the silk housecoat from her shoulders, turned and leant over the arm of the sofa. Her hand reached back between her legs, grabbed his cock and guided it between her pussy lips. They were both ready and she was more than moist. He slid all the way in with one movement, then started to pull back. Her pussy was warm and welcoming and she had been longing for this moment. Philippa sighed and felt a twinge of disappointment as Mike nearly withdrew but then he started to stroke in and out. She bent over further, pushed back at him and closed her thighs to apply more pressure on him. Pushing her shoulder straps down her arms, Mike reached around and folded the cups of the basque down to free her ample breasts and grasped them in his hands. Her head came around and she strained to kiss him, her breath was coming in gasps and her hips were pushing back against him.

“Oh Mike, I’m cumming, don’t cum in me, not now …. please … I’m cumming… aaaahhhh!”

Shuddering, she slumped forward, her hips pressed back. Mike pulled back, trying to comply with her wants but desperately close to cumming himself.

“Philippa, oh good grief, I’m busting to cum…” he said, withdrawing regretfully.

Still trembling as her orgasm rippled through her, she managed to turn over and sink to her knees. Her trembling hands grasped his cock, which was slick with her own moistness, and took him between her lips.

“Oh, Phili, oh! So deep, Oh, I’m cumming…

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