The Wild Days - Sex Stories

The Wild Days

... eyes, her expression one of delicious amuse- ment. She had me, and she knew it. "Is this how you greet my b*****r?" "No! I mean Yes. No. I just got out of the shower, damnit, and.... Oh, never mind. What are you doing here anyway? You're sup- posed to be at the beach with my s****r!" "Last night I decided not to go and called Mary. Didn't she tell you?" Susan glanced down. Her eyes seemed to stare through the towel. They lingered for a few moments, sizing me up, then glanced back up into my eyes. "No, she didn't. But why would she tell me that you weren't going with her? What difference does it make to me?" A thousand wild thoughts raced at a million miles an hour through my mind. Everything this beautiful creature did was important to me, and only I knew it. "Normally she probably wouldn't; but I asked her to tell you I was coming over. I left my bikini here yesterday and I need it back. I guess she forgot." "I guess she did." It seemed that I was also having an effect on her. Her nipples had become large and swollen, straining like a pair of plump, ripened cherries under her halter. I yearned for the moment when I could touch and indulge myself in their excitement. Somehow, someday, I would overcome my apprehension. For now, the sight and my thoughts were enough. My eyes boldly traced her chest, past the flat expanse of her tummy, and came to a rest between her thighs. Here the fabric was stretched taut with a crease running down into her swollen womanhood, limning the ...

... outline of her pussy lips. It was clear that she wore no panties. My cock pulsed under my towel and I wished I were the fabric wedged against her tender labia. I also wondered if she was as wet as I was horny. "Well?" "Well what?" I jumped. I looked away from her crotch, feeling ashamed of my thoughts. "Well?" The musical sound of her fragile voice brought me back from neither-neither land. Susan giggled. The fact that I had been consuming her with my eyes didn't bother her at all. "Can I come in and get my bikini?" "Oh. Uh, sure." I stepped aside. Susan's body followed her jingling breasts as she stepped past me. I closed the door and turned to watch her as she walked down the hall. The cheeks of her ass poked out the back of her shorts. I whistled under my breath as turned the corner and disappeared into my s****r's bedroom. From the hall I could see into my s****r's room and Susan's reflection in the mirror. I watched her reach into a drawer and pull out a blue bikini. She held the tiny cloths in front of her body, admiring herself in the mirror. Then something entirely unexpected began to happen. She set the bikini down and began to undress. She removed her halter and I had a perfect view of her breasts. I gasped when her hands rose to fondle them, pinching and squeezing the swollen nipples until they were dark pink and ready to explode. She began to twist and pull, using such f***e that I'd have thought she must be hurting herself had I not seen the look of ecstasy on her ...