Mark Golden: Kathy_s Young Mouth

Kathy covered up the cockpit, hoping to keep it cool until Mike's takeoff time. She squinted in the bright sun when she saw Mary Jackson approaching. Both men's and women's heads swiveled as Mary threaded her way through the inspection area.

The curvy brunette wore a thin white sweater that accented her swaying, braless breasts. The shadowed circles of her nipples showed darkly through the strained cloth. Her full, round thighs were evenly tanned, right to the high-arched hem of her white shorts. Her ample buttocks rolled fluidly in figure-eights and little wedges of pussy puffed beside the pants seam in her crotch.

Mary's waist was surprisingly slim. She was soft and feminine looking, from her impeccable hair and green, slightly tilted eyes to her small, high-arched feet. She walked up to the Andrews' glider.

"Mike, I have some information about that protest," she said in a low voice.

Mike Andrews straightened up. He'd been bent over, polishing his rudder to stretch the last bit of speed from the plane. He raised his dark eyebrows. "You dot What sort of information?”

Mary looked at her watch. "Your takeoff time is ninety minutes from now." She looked conspiratorially around at the other sailplanes. "We really shouldn't talk about it right here.”

Mike nodded. "Kathy," he said, handing her the can of aircraft wax, "would you mind finishing the tail? Mary and I will be in the van if you need anything." He looked hopefully at his daughter.

"I'll do it, Dad," Kathy answered. She took the wax and towels.

"Thanks, honey. I'll be back pretty soon," Mike added, "Do the canopy if you have time.”

A stormy look gathered on Kathy's delicate features. Her blue eyes darkened when Mary touched Mike's arm and tiptoed, trying to gain nine inches of height to speak into his ear. I don't trust her wiggly butt six inches. I don't see why he needs to know who protested. I'll protest her false eyelashes right off her face! Kathy set her lips in a tight pink line and waxed away with a vengeance.

"Let's go inside," Mary said when she and Mike reached the converted bread truck. "I don't want anybody to hear about this.”

Mike slid the passenger door back and waved the voluptuous brunette inside. "How come? What's the big secret?”

Mary stepped through the curtain into the back of the truck. She surveyed the cozy interior with a secretive smile, then turned to face Mike. She wet her full lips with the tip of her tongue and took a deep breath. Her fantastic breasts rose two inches into the air. "I arranged the protest.”

Mike's jaw dropped. "You? Why?" He grabbed the curvy brunette's shoulders.

"It's my husband." Mary raised her cool hands and touched Mike's wrists. His fingers dug into her soft flesh. Her eyes pleaded with him. "I needed some time to myself. He-he doesn't find me attractive anymore.”

Mike dropped his hands to his sides. He was baffled. He'd nursed a secret hard-on every time he'd seen the handsome woman. The cool touch of her small hand had instantly sent the fiery blood rushing to his crotch. "But why? Why did you protest me?”

Mary answered, "I didn't protest you-I had someone else file it. We picked you because you were sure to pass the inspection." Her eyes lowered. "Do… do you find me attractive?”

Mary Jackson gripped the sides of her sweater with her arms crossed. She pulled it over her head in one swift movement. "Well, do you?" she said defiantly. Her huge breasts bounced on her chest.

Mike's eyes widened. Mary's brown nipples were already erect. The rims were bigger than silver dollars and the points stood out an inch. Her waist was so sharply-nipped that she looked fragile, in spite of her immense bosom.

"Of course! I've thought about you before now-every man in the Association has!" Mike said.

Mary's lower lip stopped its tearful quivering and a ghost of a smile settled on her wide, sensuous mouth. She half-closed her slanted green eyes and held her arms up tentatively.

Mike leaned and took her into his arms. The heat of her titties flooded through his shirt. Her stiff nipples felt like sun-warmed pebbles against his chest. He bent to kiss her.

Mary's lips were soft and warm. She worked them tenderly against Mike's mouth, then slowly opened her lips in invitation.

Her mouth was warm, damp and fresh. Her tongue moved languidly, relishing Mike's invasion. She tasted cleaner than a high-mountain brook, and the soft jets of air from her nostrils simmered with her internal heat.

Mary slowly trailed her hands along Mike's ribs. She stopped at his belt, then smoothed one palm over the growing lump of his erection. She caressed the manly stiffness of his organ through the cloth, then pressed her soft belly against it.

She leaned back from the soul-stirring kiss. Mary licked her full lips again and looked soberly at him. "I need a man. We're both ready, and both old enough for me to tell you. I need your cock, Mike-I need it bad.”

Mike began unbuttoning his shirt. "It's been six years since Connie died. I-I haven't had much practice since then… ”

"Don't worry, Mike… there's plenty of time. Milt won't be looking for me for hours." She undid the white shorts and slipped them down her lush thighs. "I know you'll be good… I know it!”

Mary stood in front of Mike, dressed only in her cork-soled shoes and flame-orange panties. Random curls of dark brown hair, escaped at the top of the smooth double front panel. She turned and walked away, looking over her shoulder at Mike. The thin cloth of the bikini brief let the startling whiteness of her full, un-tanned asscheeks glimmer through. The deep cleavage between her buttocks was a dark stripe in the pastel opulence of her thin-clad ass. The full mounds rippled enchantingly with the high-heeled swaying of Mary's lascivious walk.

Mike shed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. He unleashed his powerful cockshaft and let his pants drop around his ankles. Mary's eyes brightened at the sight of the imposing weapon and he stroded toward her with virile determination.

Mike's lanky body was pale beyond the dark cut offs of his sleeves and collar. He couldn't afford the deep tan of Mary Jackson's leisurely life; he worked incessantly at his job or on his sailplane. The muscles in his wrists and back stood in well-defined symmetry, the unspectacular strength of a conscientious workman.

"No, no, not so quickly," Mary whispered when Mike grasped her. "I want to spend a long first time with you." She put her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest.

Mary's breasts were heavy and soft against Mike's belly. He caressed the smooth, evenly tanned skin of her back. Every part of the shapely brunette was as soft as velvet. Her luscious body radiated warmth like a candle.

Mary opened her lips and slowly extended her pointed tongue. She licked around the flat button of Mike's nipple, then her silky tongue lapped across the erecting tip.

Mike gasped. A hot contraction lanced down to his balls. Mary's lick at his nipple sent a feeling sharper than razors through his system.

Mary closed her eyes ecstatically when she felt the shudder of pleasure shake Mike's body. She licked his nipple again, then sucked the pencil-point tip into her mouth. She wanted him hotter than he'd been in his life.

Mike stroked her shoulders and back, then his palms caressed the outer sides of her sugarloaf tits. The springy flesh invited his hands to squeeze and touch all over her bountiful bosom. He looked down at her ecstatic face and kneaded the lush hillocks.

Mary pulled her mouth away. She stopped lavishing slippery attentions on Mike's nipples and enjoyed the feeling in her own stiff buttons. Pleasure filled both of the huge globes of her bosom and swelled her rubbery nipples almost to bursting.