Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

"Do you want to come?" Mimi asked.

Gus sipped his coffee, but his eyes were still on me, and even though I'd turned back to the sink, I could feel them burning into the back of my skull.

"No," he answered finally, and I felt something cold shiver up the back of my thighs.

"Why not?" she asked.

"I have something to do," he explained. Then, "Are you going to take the kids?"

By now Mimi was in the kitchen, and I buried my attention in the soapy water of the sink. I held my breath in anticipation of her answer.

"I wasn't going to take them," she said. She was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless blouse. Her hair was up and she had sunglasses on. "Why do you ask?"

Gus sipped his coffee coolly. "I think it would be good for them to get away from here for a while. Break the monotony."

Mimi thought for a moment. "You're probably right. Besides, maybe I can get a couple of things for school. Before you know it, it'll be September."

"Good idea," Gus agreed, never looking up from the newspaper spread across the kitchen table. "Don't spend too much money."

"I won't. Where are the kids?"

"I think they're in the back yard," I said, breaking into the conversation for the first time. I was afraid to look at Mimi's face, afraid she would read my intention in my eyes. As it was, my voice was trembling in expectation.

Miraculously, Mimi didn't notice. "No, I'll find them myself. They're somewhere around here."

"Throw me a kiss," Gus said, still buried in the paper.

Mimi did, and I yelled to her to have a good day. She left the kitchen, and I heard her in the yard. The children were happy to have a change in their routine, and they piled noisily into the car. The motor started, and shouts of good-bye faded in the distance.

Gus and I were alone in the house.

I hurried to finish the dishes. My hands trembled as I washed them, and I was suddenly afraid to turn around and look at Gus. Although this was what I wanted, I was terrified at the idea, and I suddenly realized I didn't know how to go about beginning it. In my fantasy mind, the seduction was always quickly and coolly achieved, but now while I had the opportunity to initiate it, it all seemed hopelessly unreal and romantic. If Gus didn't make the first move, I didn't know whether I had the nerve to do it.

What if he put me off? I thought, scraping the dishes. What if he rejected my advances? Worse. What if he laughed at me? I'd kill myself. I'd die of shame.

Get control of yourself, I said. This is what he wants, you know it. Remember what happened outside your bedroom while he was looking in at you. Remember how he looked down your blouse at your tits, and how excitedly he rubbed back when you pressed your thigh against his. Control yourself and play it cool.

The dishes were finished, and I dried my hands on a dish towel. "I'm going to my room," I announced, looking at Gus for just an instant.

He didn't look up from the newspaper. "Go right ahead."

I walked swiftly to my room and closed the door. My mouth was dry, and my muscles were tight with anxiety. A singe, obsessive thought pumped through my brain. Today I was going to get fucked by Gus. The idea excited me unbelievably.

Prepare yourself, I said.

I was wearing a pair oft shorts and a blouse. I pulled the blouse off and touched my tits. They were hard, the nipples erect. I felt a warm flush of pleasure flow through my body as I squeezed my tits together.

Now the shorts, and I pulled them down my legs. I had a pair of white panties on, and I could see the dark patch of cunt hair spread across the front of the panties. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled the panties down my legs.

The crotch stuck to my cunt for a second, and then I noticed a thin, wet film of moisture in the crotch of the panties as I stepped out of them.

I couldn't resist the temptation of touching myself, and I buried both hands against my cunt. I rubbed the broad, hairy mound with my fingers, pinching inward so that the tips of one or two fingers pressed into the damp slit of the lips. My clit was aroused and stiff, and I pressed it down into the flesh of my cunt. An intense flow of excitement exploded under my fingers, running up and down my legs.

I pulled my hands away from my cunt. They were wet, and I wiped the wetness against my tits.

Get dressed, I told myself.

I looked about the room. A blouse was all right, I knew, but what should I wear on the bottom? Certainly not pants or shorts. A skirt. Yes. A short skirt with nothing else under it.

I pulled the skirt up my legs and fastened the button on the side. The hemline came to the middle of my shapely, rounded thighs, and I could feel the cool touch of air working against the nakedness of my cunt and ass. It felt rawly erotic to know I was going to walk out of my room with nothing under my skirt. It made what I was doing seem even more exciting.

My fingers trembled as I buttoned my blouse. I tucked it into my skirt, then lifted the skirt so that I could pull the tail of the blouse down smoothly. In the mirror, I could see myself; the dark patch of cunt hair between my legs looked strangely erotic against the bunched material of my skirt and blouse.

I brushed my hair quickly, then sprinkled perfume around my throat and behind my ears. Then, reaching into my blouse with an open hand, I rubbed some perfume on both tits, and finally spread the sweet-smelling liquid all across my thighs and between the lips of my cunt.

I was all ready for my seduction, and I opened the door of my bedroom.

Gus was in the living room, sitting on the couch, still reading his newspaper. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, revealing the thickly swelled muscles of his biceps, and the jeans were pulled tightly across his crotch. My eyes were drawn immediately to the long, thick lump under the material, and my mouth began to water thinking that I would soon hold that piece of meat between the wet lips of my cunt. I sat down next to him, feeling the hem of my skirt slide up my legs. The back of the skirt was pulled out, and I felt the rough material of the slipcovers rub against my ass and the growing wetness of my cunt-lips. My naked thigh pressed against Gus', and I almost cried out when he returned the pressure.

Gus put the paper down and looked at me. His expression was serious.

I leaned over him and pressed the swell of my boobs into the muscles of his arm. I felt my nipples get hard, and I ground my cunt against the cushion of the couch.

"What are you reading?" I asked, rubbing my tits on his arms.

Gus' jean-clad thigh rubbed slowly up and down against my own leg. "Nothing important."

I looked right into his face and slowly ran my tongue over my lips in the universal invitation.

Without any further hesitation, Gus accepted, and his arm slid around behind my neck as he pulled my body tightly to him. My heart exploded in my chest, and I lost my breath when I felt his lips crush themselves against my still-open mouth. His tongue was like a thick snake as it wriggled wetly between my lips, seeking out the wetness of my own waiting tongue.

I answered his pressure by pushing my body against him. My mouth swallowed his tongue, sucking on it like a straw, and my tits flattened against his hard chest as we crushed against each other. The thick masculine odor of his body was warm against his flesh; it was like a drug that made me dizzy with anticipation.

Gus pulled his lips free. His mouth was wet. "Tootsie," he whispered. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

My heart was beating like crazy, and the room seemed to be spinning around me. "Yes," I answered, almost moaning.

He kissed my cheek. "But you're so young."