The sight of Christine's rear as she walked to the house while wearing only her tiny bikini bottoms was something to behold. She didn't sashay her hips in the exaggerated fashion that Suzanne was justifiably well known for, but her body was so outstanding that it didn't really matter. However, she did deliberately take her time getting to the house, wanting to give him a good view.
Halfway to the screen door, she paused and turned back in his direction. She said in a surprisingly sexy and teasing voice, "You're not going anywhere, are you?" Before he could respond, she cradled one of her huge 38Fs and added in an extra sultry tone, "And you're not planning on playing with my titties any more, are you?"
His eyes practically bulged out of his head. She's flirting! She's totally flirting! And while she may not have it down to Suzanne-esque levels, with her body, who cares?!
He stammered, "Uh, um, no. To, uh, both questions."
"Good," she replied, as she hefted her breast up and down a little bit, and then let it bounce free on its own. "Because I don't know if I want you to play with my boobs for hours and hours." However, her tone indicated that she wanted just that.
She added in an even more sultry tone, "Mind you, I definitely want you to play with them, but I don't know about it being for THAT long." She winked, and actually pinched the nipple he could see.
He just about passed out. HOT DAMN! Christine's one hot firecracker, that's for sure! Somehow, I always knew she would be.
She wasn't quite done. "If you kept that up, heaven forbid, the next thing you know you might even be kissing them." She winked, to make sure he understood. Then she continued to saunter off.
He gulped. Jeee-sus! Where did that come from?! If she does much more of that kind of sexy flirting, I'm a goner! His cock was pointing straight up in a very obscene fashion, even though it was still straining inside his swimsuit, and it was throbbing painfully. He was sure he could cum on the spot just by releasing his PC muscle.
She felt sexy - very liberated and very sexy. That, in and of itself, was a new and wonderful experience for her. She'd known for years that she had a sexy body, but she'd never felt sexy. Now, she felt emboldened to flirt and tease like she never had before. She didn't even worry about her "freak clit."
As he stared at her undulating ass cheeks, rising up and down, up and down, he thought, Man oh man! I could seriously take my erection right now and use it like a hammer to break bricks. That is one awesome babe! No flab on that ass - you could bounce a quarter off it!
During all of his ass fondling, her bikini bottoms had ridden up into her ass crack, making them look almost like a G-string when viewed from behind.
She could have straightened the fabric out, but she didn't, wanting to give him a more delicious view. It took all her willpower not to fix it, however, because old habits die hard. She thought, God, I feel so NAKED! Here I am, topless, and for all intents and purposes bottomless too! Why should I fix my bikini bottoms when he's fondled every last inch there already? Let him look at his latest conquest. Maybe he'll come to appreciate my rear as well as my breasts... and play with it too!
Wow! This is all so strange for me. I don't know what to think. It's all so... tingly! My pussy's feeling HOT! It's throbbing, too!
She was even tempted to give him a sexy wiggle, but felt too embarrassed to do that, since she hadn't practiced any kind of move like that and she liked to be well prepared.
As she disappeared into the house, it was clear to Alan that she was doing something more in there than just checking the time. (In fact, she was going to the bathroom, as well as to double check that her parents weren't home.) So, with her out of sight, he brought his hand to his crotch and slipped it inside his swimsuit. He grasped his erection, wet with pre-cum, and thought, Oh man! The agony! It's not that my dick is really hurting too much - the little guy has gotten pretty resilient lately - it's just that she's so sexy that I can't stand not cumming for even another minute! Just watching her walk away and tease me like that is as stimulating as a primo blowjob from Mom, and I really mean it!
He stroked his pole a little bit, but at the same time, he thought, But I can't. I've gotta hold out. She could reappear at any second, and what would she think? Not only that, but in a way, it would be even worse if I DO cum. I mean, where would the cum go? Shit! There's no time! I've got to let go of my dick! If I stroke it any more, I'm gonna blow!
However, his hand seemed to have different ideas, and he couldn't find the willpower to stop his light stroking. He was extremely close to the edge, and only his PC-muscle control kept him from making an embarrassing mess in his swimsuit.
The issue was decided for him after a minute or so, when he saw Christine about to reemerge from the kitchen. He quickly withdrew his hand from his crotch before she could see.
He started to think, Okay. I need to calm down! Down, boy, down! He looked at the lewd bulge sticking up and tried to flatten it with his hand, but that practically got him started stroking himself again. I need to take a strategic break before... oh... SHIT!
All thoughts of calming down flew out the window as he saw her open the screen door to come back outside. Since he was a tit man, it was the walking back towards him that was the real killer.
His heart was pounding as he thought, She's still topless! Jesus H. Christ! How can I resist that body? WHY should I resist that body?! She's perfect! Every inch, total perfection! She's in the Mom and Suzanne league of voluptuous... uh, er, perfection! She's literally a walking wet dream! My God! Can't think! Brain... melting! Heart... stopping! Dick... erupting!
He was only partially exaggerating about his body's reaction. It was an extremely close call that he didn't climax simply from looking at her walk.
Christine was extremely self-conscious about her looks, and it took all of her self-control not to cover her big boobs with both arms as she walked back. She was determined to look good for him. The very fact that it was such an obvious struggle for her, with embarrassment written across her face, only made her even more intoxicatingly arousing.
Again, she didn't walk in an especially sexy way, because she wasn't practiced in the arts of seduction. Then again, she didn't really need to be. All she had to do was walk slowly, and her jaw-dropping beauty took care of the rest.
Her boobs swayed one way, then the other, back and forth with each stride, in an incredibly enticing manner. They didn't move exactly the same way as the breasts of any of his other lovers did. They were uniquely Christine's boobs. The subtle interplay of factors and forces that made her breasts bounce with her stride was nothing less than a symphony of beauty played for his enjoyment, as far as he was concerned.
Dang! I almost have to give her the most perfect boobs award. My God, if I could fuck those puppies, all oiled up and pressed together, I would be in seventh heaven!
As she drew closer, her confidence increased, buoyed by the nearly rapturous look on his face. There was no way she couldn't notice the long, thick log straining in his shorts, threatening to burst free of its confines altogether. Seeing that image boosted her confidence even more. For just about the first time in her life, she let go of her self-confidence and modesty and reveled in her own beauty.
I'm smoking hot! I'm a smoking-hot BABE! Why try to deny it? If that wasn't true, Alan wouldn't be with me right now. He only bothers with the best of the best. It's clear that even the likes of Janice and Joy are hardly worth his time anymore. But he chooses to be with ME!
Her only worry was her pussy. It had been drenched, but while inside the house she'd rushed to the bathroom and dried it, and her bikini bottoms, as best she could. Now, shamelessly parading her body in front of him, walking at less than half speed while sashaying her hips and swaying her boobs as much as she ever had in her entire life, her pussy was so wet again that she was already concerned rivulets would start flowing down her thighs.
When she returned to him, she stood close, with her very erect nipples just inches from his bare chest. She was too shy to strike an elaborately sexy pose, but she did manage to stand with her shoulders back and thrust her chest out. She looked at his muscular chest, and longed to lean in until her nipples pressed against his skin, like they'd been before. Except that now she fantasized about sliding her entire body against his.
She realized the bulge of his erection was again only a short distance from her bare belly. She fought the urge to lean in and press herself against it, to wiggle and grind against his erect rod. I wanna ride that, like I did before! Ride it! Gaawwwd, that sounds so nasty: I wanna ride Alan's cock! I'm so far gone from being a "Goody goody." But it's true. I want him to grasp my ass tightly and grind me all over his cock like some kind of wanton slut!
Somehow, she managed to look up instead, and smiled.
His jaw nearly dropped to the ground upon seeing her stand there like that, looking so unabashedly proud of her sexuality.
Grinning at his reaction, she said, "I checked the kitchen cock. CLOCK! I meant clock!" That Freudian slip brought her down to Earth some. She blushed at his suppressed mirth, and then leaned over enticingly and punched him lightly in the arm. "Don't laugh. It's not funny." She sighed at his continued snickering.
"You know it is," he grinned.
She grinned back. "You beast. It's a few minutes after five thirty - plenty of time left."
He couldn't resist - with a deadly serious face, he deadpanned, "Ah, yes. We must be careful about the pissing of the time, the dicking of the cock." Unable to contain himself any longer, he burst into laughter.
"Aaaaalan! That is NOT funny." But even though she was blushing with embarrassment, she couldn't help laughing too.
Between his own laughter, he said, "Dick, dick, dick," in imitation of a ticking clock.
Her chest heaved so much from her laughter that she was forced to cradle her rack with an arm until her orbs stopped crashing into each other. Trying to dissuade him from further teasing, she hit him in the chest again, only much harder this time.
"OW! The pain! The pain!" He clutched himself where she'd hit him, and really hammed it up, acting like he'd just been shot instead.
She tried to scowl at him, but she couldn't keep from smiling.
He gasped out as if it was his dying breath, "If I... don't... make it... tell my family... I, I, I... I love them!" But then he took his hands away from his "wound" and said in a normal voice, "However, I might live if you kiss it and make it better."
With a raised eyebrow and a theatrical sigh, she bent over again to kiss him near his right nipple. "Fine. Anything to get you to shut up." She gave his skin a quick peck on the spot he'd indicated. She loved leaning over and letting her heavy breasts dangle, because she knew he absolutely adored the sight.
He teased, "What?! You call that a kiss? You wounded the entire area. Also, let's see some tongue. You know what they say: 'saliva heals wounds.' That's why cats lick themselves all the time."
She gave another heavy sigh, but she kissed him all around his nipple, and on it too. She even licked him some. Despite the ridiculous way she'd gotten there, she was having fun.
He put a hand on her head to guide her. "There. I can feel the healing already. But straighten your legs and raise your ass up high. And sway your dangling tits a bit. That'll speed the healing." He reached out and cupped one of her full, hanging breasts. "Oh, and there's some collateral damage down by my belly button. You should probably kiss that too."
Only then did she realize what a lewd spectacle she was presenting, because her legs already were straight, her ass was up high, and her tits were dangling obscenely as he groped one of them. She imagined how horrified her parents would be if they saw her like that, so she started to straighten up. "Smart ass!" she complained.
However, he stopped her by kissing her on the lips. This allowed him to continue to play with her dangling orbs a little longer, while enjoying a smoldering kiss, too.
He reveled in his position. Aaaah! It's good to be the king! Or the harem master, or whatever one could call me. I know I'm pushing my luck, but I don't think I can give Christine up! I want her! I want to fuck her and love her in every way possible!
Eventually, they had to stop to recover their breath, and that gave her the chance to straighten up after all.
He pretended to be insulted by her comment. "'Smart ass'? Oooh, now you've really got me mad. Take that, you brute!" He punched her, but his punch was so slow and soft that it was like it moved in slow motion. His fist finally made its way up to her chest and gave her an almost imperceptible love tap right on her right nipple.
She laughed. She rolled her eyes and joked sarcastically, "Ouch!"
Now, he feigned being extremely apologetic. "Oh no! I'm so sorry! So sorry! I should kiss that better, just like you did to me."
"Alan, don't even think..." But words failed her, because he moved like lightning and latched his lips onto her nipple before she realized he was actually going to do it. In her highly aroused state, it was like a bolt of energy hit her, shooting from her nipple straight down to her clit. It was such a shock that she jumped back, causing his mouth to disengage.
She was amazed by how good it had felt. The second or two his lips made contact with her right nipple was almost better than an orgasm, making her shiver and tingle all over. In fact, it felt so good that it frightened her. Oh no! I've got to watch myself. Any more of that and I could lose all control!
He suspected her jump back meant that she was annoyed that he'd gone too far. But her face was flushed and full of desire, so he thought he'd try again and see what happened. He joked, "Now, I can't do that to Veronica and ignore Betty. She'll feel left out." He leaned in towards her left nipple.
She chuckled. "I didn't know that my nipples had na-aaaaaAAAAAaaah!"
Her word turned into a siren-like unintelligible wail, because at that moment his lips made contact with her nipple and she lost control. It was like sticking a finger in a socket and getting a shock, except the intense feeling was all pleasure. She stepped back in confusion again. Wha...? What happened?! I can put my lips to my own nipples, but it doesn't feel anything like THAT!
He let her be this time, but he noted what a strong reaction she'd had. Cool! She's just like Mom: she's got extra-sensitive breasts! But of course she does. Her body is built for sex. I'll bet she's got extra-sensitive everything!
Another thought hit him as if it was brand new. Oh man! I can't wait to get to know her cunt! Her pussy! Man, I'm gonna fuck her so deep and so hard, all night long! Maybe not tonight - actually, definitely not tonight. But someday! Someday soon! She'll be clutching my ass cheeks with her legs wrapped around me, screaming at the top of her lungs! "Master! Master!"
Oh shit! I shouldn't think that. Not the "M" word, not with her! Talk about pushing my luck!
She looked around and again noticed her bikini top on the ground. Nodding towards it, she said, "I really should pick that up and put it back on, you know. You're dangerous!" She had no intention of putting it back on and they both knew it, but she was having fun playing around with him. She felt more liberated and uninhibited than she'd ever felt before, and she loved it.
His eyes and mouth went wide, but in a comical and over exaggerated way. "Oh my God, that reminds me! Did I tell you about the alien invasion? The imminent alien invasion? All our lives are in danger!"
She put her hands on her hips, which in itself was incredibly sexy. She knew he was bullshitting. Grinning, she obligingly asked, "What alien invasion?"
"Oh my God, it's so SERIOUS!" He held her hand. "Let's walk over here towards the hot tub and completely AWAY from your bikini top, and I'll tell you all about it."