Frank Levy - One bed family

As she took her clothes off, she looked at herself in the long mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door. She paused and examined herself in detail. Her hair was short with just a gentle curl to it, deep auburn with only hints of red in the artificial light. Her skin was flawless if you didn't count the few freckles of brown across the bridge of her nose. She looked wholesome and fresh on the surface, but there was a deeper, sexier look there for anyone who stopped to admire.

She cupped her hands under her breasts and looked at them in the mirror. They were full but still high and firm with youth. Her nipples were dusky rose-pink with wide areolas and fat dark-pink tips that erected and swelled into hard round points as she gazed at them and touched them lightly with her fingertips. She shuddered slightly from the sexy chill that passed over her.

She passed her long slender hands down over her ribs to her waist. She was pleased at her trim figure. Her smooth little belly tapered down to the nest of brown curls that grew on her cunt mound.

She could barely see the beginning of her slit in the mirror.

She remembered that she had left the hot water running in the tub and turned on some cold to cool it off. Then she perched daintily on the pot to take a piss. As she blotted herself, her fingers wandered up to her clit. She looked down and parted the lips of her pussy. The outer lips of her cunt were plump and firm. The inner ones were delicate, their fringes a deep, hot pink in the heat of the bathroom, and they shaded into an even deeper tint where her little clit hid under their folds. She touched it gently with her fingertip and felt the little lump of flesh stiffen and swell. She placed a fingertip on each side as the warm feelings of pleasure gathered in her belly and warmed the insides of her thighs. The tub was full, and she had to stop to turn the water off.

She placed the towel where she could reach it and slipped into the steamy bath. The heat of the water stung and then numbed her flesh, bringing the blood to the surface of her skin and draining her body of the tensions which had accumulated during the day. She leaned back and spread her legs, letting the soothing water flow up between them and lap at the opening of her cunt. She slid further down into the water and felt it wash delightfully up over her belly to her breasts. They lolled in the warm water, supported and caressed by it as they had been in Richard's hands. Her hands slid down her belly to her cunt, and she thought again of Richard.

She had known him slightly in high school, but they had never dated. He had been on the basketball team, though not a star player. He was tall and thin and very quiet. His face was too hard and boney to be called handsome. She had been the plain lane, the prim granddaughter of her prim and proper grandparents. They had gone to the same state college, and he had seemed to discover her there for the first time. They had been in classes together. He had asked her out to a dance. She knew right away that she didn't love him, that she could never love him. But she liked him. She liked to talk to him, and she was fascinated by his maleness. For the first time in her life she seemed to really see a boy, to touch him, to smell him. And it awakened a femaleness in her that she had never known was there.

At the dances she loved to dance the old-fashioned slow dances with him in the dark. She loved to be encircled by his long, strong arms, his huge boney hands. She would press herself against him and smell his cologne and deeper down the smell of his male sweat. She clung to him and let her breasts be massaged against his hard chest. And she felt his arousal. The strange hardness between his legs, the great bulk of what he had in his pants. He pressed his cock against her belly and let her feel what she was doing to him. For the first time in her sheltered life she felt the dampness, the creamy heat that gathered in her cunt and made her want him more.

They kissed in his car, at first in the front seat, and at first she would not let him touch her breasts. Then when she did, she was sorry that she hadn't done it sooner. It felt so wonderful, his hands grasping and holding her, massaging more and more heat into her tits until she ached for release. He too needed release from the tension that was building inside him. His cock got hard in his pants. She could see how rigid it was, how big, how uncomfortable he was. He never mentioned it in so many words, but he let her feel his need, his hard-on against her thigh.

Then she touched it, her hands trembling at the size of it and its terrifying hardness. He had put his hand on top of hers and squeezed it around his hard cock while they kissed deeply. Then he had groaned and jerked in the seat beside her for a few seconds and then dropped his lips from hers to gasp for aft.

Naive as she was, she didn't know what had happened. She actually thought that he had been ill or something. He was very embarrassed at first and had turned away from her and had taken out his handkerchief.

"What is it? Are you all right?" she asked anxiously.

"I came in my pants," he muttered. "I've got to sop it up before it stains my trousers." She wondered if it were something like having an accident with your period. She was emboldened by curiosity.

"Let me see," she said.

"You want to?"

"Yes, let me help you."

He turned back toward her. His hand was inside his pants under his belt with the handkerchief. He unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. He opened them and pulled down his jockey shorts. There it was, so long and dark and threatening looking, like a snake running up his belly from between his legs. It wasn't as hard as it had been before, but it was still swollen and throbbing slightly with the beat of his pulse. The head of it was like a big mushroom and was covered with a glistening white liquid. She caught the sharp animal smell of freshly spilled jism.

She put out her hand and touched his cock. Some of the sticky stuff came off on her fingers and she raised them to her nose and smelled them. It was the most powerfully wonderful scent she had ever smelled. It seemed to waken some deeply hidden animal memory inside her body. She took the handkerchief and wiped the cum off his belly and off his long, thick cock. She sighed as she touched him. He said nothing, but she felt him stirring and stiffening again.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered.

"Yes, very good."

His cock swelled up harder and harder. In a few seconds his shaft was like iron, and the head was smooth and tight, shining like polished stone in the moonlight. She clutched the shaft, and he thrust his hips up from the seat in a sexy, sensuous movement.

"Are you going to do that again?" she asked in a hushed voice. Her eyes were wide with interest and delight.

"I am if you keep it up. Let me feel your tits," he murmured. Before she could say yes, he slipped his hands inside her blouse and into her bra. She leaned forward so he could reach back behind her and unhook her bra. He unbuttoned the top of her blouse and pushed her bra out of the way.

She felt his fingers on the bare flesh of her tits, then he leaned toward her and took one of her nipples between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. She suddenly shuddered with the intensity of the feeling. It was so wonderful, so sexy, so exciting. She put one hand up to touch her breast and his cheek and feel herself being drawn into his mouth where his tongue was lapping at her hard nipple.

With her other hand she jerked on his hard dong, yanking on it like she was going to tear it out by the roots. His hand went down around hers and guided her movements, showing her the stroke he liked on his rigid shaft. She curled her fingers around its hot hardness and rubbed them over the ridge of his cockhead at the end of each stroke as he was showing her how to do it.