Nick Eastwood: Horny naughty sister

Vicky Evans, a high school English teacher, was normally prim and reserved, but tonight the young woman was bubbling. Her glowing face and bouncy stride caused people to turn and stare at the tall leggy brunette as she and her escort entered the restaurant. The men who stared at her smiled appreciatively, and their wives felt a tweak of jealousy. Vicky Evans looked absolutely gorgeous.

Her date, Ted Hansen, wished he had the nerve to tell her so. Ted, a bashful chemistry teacher in his early thirties, had just run out of nerve. He'd been working up his courage for a whole year now to ask Vicky out, and he'd finally done it. In fact he could still hardly believe it was happening.

As he walked behind Vicky, he ogled the ripe curves of her body and the undulating globes of her firm little ass. For probably the millionth time since he'd met her, he imagined himself in bed with her, gliding his stiff cock into her juicy hot cunt, hearing her moan with pleasure. Then he warned himself to cool those fantasies. He didn't want to get a hard-on in the restaurant.

Anyhow, that's all they were, just fantasies. Vicky was well known in their small town as a man-hater and a confirmed spinster. She rarely dated, and Ted knew one reason she'd accepted this dinner date was that she wasn't afraid of him. She knew he wasn't going to come on strong. So it was a good thing she couldn't read his mind and know how urgently he wanted to fuck her.

"Ted, I'm so excited, I can hardly think," Vicky bubbled as they were seated.

"I can't blame you, Vicky," Ted smiled. "It must be pretty exciting, meeting a brother you haven't seen in twenty years."

Vicky had been hopping up and down with excitement when he arrived to pick her up, and she'd quickly explained why. Her parents had been divorced when she was just a kid, and she'd been taken by her mother. Her brother, Van, had been taken by their father. Since that day, she hadn't seen Van, hadn't even known where he was. Now he'd managed to track her down, and in a few days he was coming to see her.

"Thank goodness tomorrow's the last day of school," she went on. "I'll be able to give my full time to Van."

Ted wished he could have her full time – in bed. "How long will your brother be visiting?" he asked politely.

"Only three days," Vicky sighed. "He does overseas work for an oil company, and he's been reassigned. He'll just be crossing the country, and he'll drop in and see me on the way."

Sighing again, she picked up her menu and studied it, and Ted grabbed the chance to ogle her tits. Vicky without question had the best body he'd ever seen, and her tits were magnificent, big and thrusting and beautifully shaped. Too bad all that great equipment was wasted on an old maid. Ted wished there was some way he could make her like men and sex, some way he could turn her on.

He didn't realize just how easy that would be. While she chatted and looked over the menu, Vicky was getting very warm feelings in her pussy. She liked being with Ted, found him fun and attractive, and she was getting those all-too-familiar sensations. For a fleeting second she imagined Ted making love to her, and her nipples stiffened. She blushed, hoping her date hadn't noticed. Her pussy was heating rapidly now and getting all swollen and moist.

To her mortification, Vicky realized she was getting horny. It seemed to be happening all too often lately. She'd lie in bed at night and toss and turn, too lusty to sleep. She eventually had to masturbate to get the relief she craved. She knew her body was only telling her to act like a normal, healthy young woman, but she just couldn't do that. Her body might be perfectly normal, but her thinking wasn't.

Her mother had raised her very strictly, and Vicky had been taught not to trust men. Men will only hurt you, her mother had preached, and no nice girl likes sex. Sex is filthy, dirty, disgusting. Men only want one thing. Women can get along fine without them. The best women were spinsters. And so on and so on. These messages had been drummed into Vicky's head for the past twenty years, till it just wasn't possible for her to respond normally to a man.

Yet she wanted to so badly! It was ridiculous being a twenty-five-year-old virgin, and she was dying of curiosity about sex. Ted turned her on, and it was obvious that he wanted her. It would be so easy just to let him take her. Her curiosity would be satisfied, and she'd get the relief she needed for all her pent-up lust. If only she could overcome her mother's teachings, she'd hop into Ted's bed in a second.

She was smiling coolly as she thought all these things, and Ted didn't have the faintest idea that she was getting frantically lusty. "Have you decided what to order?" he asked.

They ate and chatted, then went to a disco and did some dancing. That part really turned Vicky on. She rarely dated and almost never danced, so it was doubly exciting to be held against a hard male body. Her pussy got hot as fire, and she was creaming right through her panties. More than ever she wished she could get over her inhibitions. She ached for Ted to kiss her and touch her all over.

Ted was having a rough time of it, too, as her big thrusting tits rubbed his chest and her undulating body brushed his crotch. He was scared as hell he was going to get a monster of a cock-stand, and on the dance floor there'd be no way Vicky wouldn't notice. That would really make an impression on their first date! It would certainly be their last date, he was sure of that.

But his cock had a mind of its own, and he could feel it throbbing and stiffening. He turned red and pulled back a little from Vicky, who was rubbing against him. "It's getting pretty late, and we've got to work tomorrow," he said. "Maybe I better think about getting you home."

"Oh, my gosh, you're right," Vicky exclaimed as she looked at her watch. "Thanks for reminding me, Ted. I forgot all about the time."

Ted didn't want to let go of her or take her home, but the alternative was to let her see the obscene bulge at his fly. He hoped she didn't notice that he was walking funny as he escorted her to the car. It was just a few blocks to her house. Vicky invited him in for a nightcap, and he got to the couch as fast as he could and folded his hands over his hard-on. He was relieved that the lights were low.

Vicky's hands were trembling a little as she made the drinks. It was the first time she'd ever invited a man into her house, and she knew how suggestive that must seem to Ted. And of course it would be even easier now to let him do what he wanted with her. Vicky was very, very tempted. Maybe, just maybe, she could let herself go tonight. She brought the drinks to the coffee table and sat down beside Ted. He automatically reached for his glass, uncovering his crotch, and that was when she noticed that he had a hard-on.

She noticed, and he noticed that she noticed. Both the shy teachers blushed furiously. To make matters worse, Vicky found herself staring like an idiot. She just couldn't take her eyes off that big hard bulge in his pants. Finally she forced herself to look away, and she heard Ted breathing heavily.

"Uh, Vicky, sorry about that," he said, his voice hoarse with lust, "but I just couldn't help it. You really turn me on."

Red with embarrassment, but also very lusty, Vicky looked at him and said, "You turn me on, too, Ted."

"I do?" he cried.

If that wasn't an invitation, he didn't know what was, and he decided to grab it. Quickly he slipped his arms around Vicky and drew her against him. He kissed her, and to his delight her soft lips opened and let in his tongue. His cock throbbed like crazy as he darted his tongue into her mouth and probed around. Vicky didn't protest or try to pull away. She seemed to melt against him.