Carla's Party - Sex Stories

Carla's Party

... the pearls of her thong parting them. I love a full swollen pussy. “You like my outfit then?” I nodded yes and struggled to get a word out, conscious that I was blushing beet red. Smiling at my obvious embarrassment she continued, “Well I have a thing for thigh highs and you have great legs.” “Thanks,” I said, although my voice sounded much higher than usual. At this she slipped an arm around me and led me to a large leather couch by the windows. Kicking off her shoes she sat and pulled me down beside her. I instantly loved her feet, long and slim with pink tipped toes that matched her fingers. My other weakness was sexy well kempt feet. We just chatted for a while. It was like we had known each other for ever, easy conversation but accompanied by lots of touching and smiling. Suddenly the room had emptied and just a few people were left. Looking out the window I could see Big Ben. “Wow, its One O'clock,” I said. “Everyone is leaving.” “Not everyone,” Christine replied with a grin. “I’m Carla’s cousin and I’m staying here.” With that, she raised a hand and cupped my right breast, her thumb grazing my nipple, and squeezed ever so gently. “Staying?” she purred, and those blue eyes just zapped into me. I nodded as I swallowed deeply, my insides doing butterflies, my pussy pulsing as my juices flowed. “I hoped you might.” With that Christine took my hand and placed it against her lycra clad pussy. I could feel her heat through the damp fabric, and with that she stood and led ...

... me by the hand. We passed Carla now deeply frenching a topless firefighter and slipped into Christine’s room. Immediately she pushed me against the wall locking her lips against mine, forcing her tongue between my panting lips. I swear she was growling with lust, her hands sliding up my back and around to cup my breasts, thumbing my aching nipples. Then she stepped back and said, “It’s time to lose the elf gear, but keep the thigh highs, okay?” I smiled at my angel and nodded my assent, not trusting myself to speak. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off each boot, then I stood and turned my back to her as she sat back in a leather recliner. I wanted to draw this out, so I gripped the lower edges of my tee and slowly pulled it up, hearing Christine murmur her approval as my tramp stamp was revealed. It’s an ochre coloured vine that spreads from between my cheeks to cover my lower back. I bent from the waist knowing that the already high cut shorts will rise to show more of my bottom cheeks. I’m rewarded by Christine groaning deeply. I give a little wiggle and start teasing my shorts down. I’m soaked and I can smell my arousal. Slowly I bare my cheeks, urged on by Christine’s groans of approval. Finally the shorts dropped and I stepped out of them, naked, my wet juices visible on my thighs. I turned to reveal myself to Christine, bare except for my long socks and the red pearl thong. She pulled her leotard off her shoulders, freeing her small firm breasts and pinched and ...