J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

“Are you sure?” Wendy shot her a sly smile.

“Yes! I’m sure. You know I love your stories. If I can’t have a man of my own, at least I can share one of yours.”

“Okay, as long as you promise to try.” She looked meaningfully at Suzanne until she nodded. “Let’s see. That would be Jerry…”

“Wait! Let me, um, change position.” Suzanne moved her upholstered chair around until her back was toward Wendy. “Okay. Go ahead.” This was their little game—they both enjoyed it but neither one wanted to watch the other during the next few minutes.

“Okay. Jerry,” Wendy continued. “I think you met him once, he’s tall, brown hair, broad-shouldered—the construction worker?”

“Yeah,” Suzanne said dreamily. “I remember.”

“Anyway, he’s kinda self-centered—”

“No! Don’t ruin it! Just the fucking, tell me about the fucking!”

“Oh. Okay. We went to that new place for dinner—Nelson’s on 3 rd, near the waterfront? I had the prime rib—”

“Wen!”

“Oh, sorry. I was just working up to it. Let’s see. He took me home and I invited him in…”

“Now you’re talking.”

“He kissed me, hard, just as soon as we entered. God, that man is so strong, he could break me in half! He has biceps the size of footballs. For a minute, I wanted to push him off, to be the coy little tease, just to keep him honest don’tcha know. It was our first date and all. But then he reached down and picked me up like I didn’t weigh anything, all the while kissing me and I just about came right there.”

“Oh, man, Wen, I’m getting horny just thinking about it.” Suzanne tugged at her jeans, which suddenly were beginning to ride up on her.

“Anyway, he carried me into my bedroom. I hadn’t even made the bed! I was so embarrassed—”

Suzanne shook her head. “You’re losing your audience!”

“Sorry. So, he practically drops me on the bed and begins to strip off his clothes. See, normally, it’s the other way around, the man strips you naked while he’s fully dressed. But this way, it was like he was the vulnerable one. Yeah, as if! So, I’m lying there in my black cocktail dress—my shoes still on—and he’s doing a slow striptease. Oh, man, I wish I had it on videotape!”

Suzanne closed her eyes and visualized it as Wendy kept up the narration. Without even being aware of it, Suzanne’s hand crept down to the front of her jeans and unsnapped the catch.

“So off comes the shirt, then the shoes and pants, all nice and slow. He wears boxer shorts and it looked like the circus was in town, if ya know what I mean.”

Oh, yes, Suzanne could visualize Jerry’s erection, pressing hard against the cotton material as if it were a tent. Maybe there’d be just a little wet stain of pre-cum at the tip.

“So he hooks both thumbs under the elastic and slowly, ever so slowly, drags them down. My god, when his cock came out, I swore I could hear strains of the soundtrack from ‘2001’ in my head. It was big .”

Suzanne was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together, her face blank, eyes still closed. Her hand pressed hard against her mound. Wendy’s story and her own imagination worked very well together.

“Now he’s naked and I’m still dressed. Any thoughts that maybe I wasn’t in the mood have gone right out the window. If Jerry had tried to leave at that moment, I’m telling you, I’d have jumped him .

“So he comes over close to me, so close I can smell the Old Spice he wears and unclasps my pearls. You know the ones I bought while I was shopping at that new place on—”

“Wendy, if you get sidetracked one more time, I swear I’m going to go play with my vibrator!” She pulled her hand away from between her legs in exasperation and waited for Wendy to continue.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. He reaches down and gently rolls me on my side so he can get to my zipper. It goes all the way down to my ass. I can hear him unzip it slowly as if he has all the time in the world. He sits me up. I’m very pliable at this point, don’t cha know. He pulls me to my feet and lets the dress just fall away. Then he eases me back down. I’m just wearing my garter belt and stockings, black bra and panties.”

Wendy, eyes closed, recalling the evening, let her hand move to the front of her dress. Her legs fell open.

“He gets down on his knees and pushes my legs apart. My panties, as you can imagine, are soaked by now. I’m having trouble catching my breath.” Like Suzanne, she pressed her hand against her mound.

“He reaches around behind me and unhooks my bra. Oh, my breasts ached when they were freed! He gently rubs a nipple with his thumb and it stood straight out. He does the same to the other one. I could feel it all the way down into my privates… Hang on, I have to, um, make an adjustment.”

“Yeah, me too,” Suzanne breathed and brought her hand back to her groin. She unzipped her jeans to give herself more room. She pressed three fingers hard against her clit through her panties but the jeans were still in the way. She wished she had on a dress right now, like Wendy.

“Jerry unsnaps the stockings and rolls them down my legs one at a time. I have to lean back on my elbows and raise my legs for him and I’m sure he can see how wet I am. But I don’t feel awkward at all.”

Suzanne pressed her hand to her clit again and felt sparks shoot up through her stomach. She imagined Wendy was doing the same thing and it somehow excited her. After all, they were very good friends, even though both were strictly straight.

“Now you know I like to shave down there. And Jerry hadn’t seen me naked yet. I mean, all of me. So when he goes for my panties, I’m watching his face to see his reaction, you know. I have to lean way back and raise my hips a little.”

“Oh, shit, Wen, my pants are too tight.”

“That’s okay,” she said. Suzanne could hear her friend fumbling with her own clothes.

Suzanne pushed her unzipped jeans down to the tops of her thighs and cupped her mound. It was burning up.

“God, I’m so hot. Go on.”

“Right. So, he pulls down my black bikini panties and as my pussy is exposed, he whistles! Kinda soft and low. He says it’s beautiful. Then he leans in. I can see the tip of his tongue come out. Oh, my god, Suze, he likes oral! I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. He just touches the tip of his tongue to my clit and I swear to god, I came immediately. Just like that. I thought the top of my head would explode.”

Suzanne stroked herself with two fingers, feeling the wetness soak through her panties. She could hear Wendy follow suit, the soft squishing of their pussies obvious. Each pretended not to notice the other. That was part of their game.

“He pulls my panties off completely. I’m a cooked noodle now. My pussy’s so wet I’m making a big puddle on the bed. His cock is like a five-cell flashlight and my cave needed some illumination, don’t cha know. So I’m expecting the big push, you know, and I’m all ready for it. But he surprises me. He climbs over me and rests his big hard cock against my thigh, teasing me, about an inch away from you-know-what. Then he leans down and starts sucking my nipple.”

“Oh, god, Wen—which one?” She rubbed herself harder now. The sheer panties seemed too thick, so she slipped her hands under the waistband and let her fingers dive into her slit. She quickly found her hidden pearl and rubbed, slowing it down a little bit to keep pace with Wendy’s story.

“The left one. He sucks it and I came again—just a little one. Like a pre-shock before the big quake. He sucks the other one and I think I might come again the same way. I’m telling you, Suze, I could feel my pussy waving now, trying to reach out for his cock, which is still against my thigh—and hard as a rock. I’m through being the demure first date. I reach down and grab that monster, and try to pull him up to me.