Brooke Comes to Visit - Sex Stories

Brooke Comes to Visit

... her the bottle. I sat next to her and folded my leg under me as I sat. No sooner did I sit down than she was asking me why I picked this outfit. I told her I wanted something comfy and cute like the girl-next-door look. She said, “Oh, like me?” I replied back, “Absolutely! You always look cute.” She did always look cute. Today she was wearing light blue jeans and a solid beige V-neck top. I loved the clothes she has. Secretly I wished that we could share clothes. I would love to wear what she wears and I would also love to see her wearing my clothes. That would probably be the ultimate turn on. We sat there talking for a bit and her eyes kept checking me out. I would see her glance down at my tits or my skirt, it was a huge turn on. Truthfully, this wasn’t helping me relax at all. I was nervous in wondering what she was thinking. But once again, if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t be here. She put a hand on my thigh and pushed herself up off the couch, turned towards me and asked if I needed another beer. I said sure and handed her my bottle. This time it was my turn to watch her walk into the kitchen. I loved the way girl’s jeans made their ass look so perfect. As she rounded the corner I heard her ask, “Are you staring at my ass?” There was no denying it, “What if I was?” I replied. “You wish yours looked this good”, she said handing me the bottle. I did like her ass, especially the way it looked in jeans. It was like the fabric separated her into two perfectly round ...

... spheres. I have a couple pairs of girl’s jeans but I could never look that good. Maybe I need some of those “padded” panties to round things out a bit. She stood in front of me leaning over with her long blonde hair falling over her face and into mine. I had a perfect view down her shirt to see her gorgeous breasts. She had on a cute beige bra with lace trim. I loved how soft they looked and how her bra made them squeeze together ever so slightly. Glancing up, I saw Brooke looking down my shirt as well. I wish I had real titties for her to see. Her smell was incredible, the soft perfume, or maybe scented lotion masking her scent she was putting off. She put one knee on the couch to the side of my thigh and sort of sat on my knee. She put her hand on my shoulder and her fingers were feeling the back of my neck along my collar. She pulled the shirt aside exposing my bra strap. I guess she was checking out which one I was wearing. I felt her fingers slide down the strap inside my shirt to the top of my “breast”. She was feeling the top of my bra against my tit. Brooke’s other hand was on my leg below the hem of my skirt softly caressing my thigh. My hand reached up to her side, feeling her soft skin through her top. Brooke’s hand slid up my thigh under my skirt. I was getting real anxious and turned on. Her hand found the front of my panties with her fingers tracing the outline of my now swollen clitty. Brooke continued rubbing my panties and she started grinding her pussy on my leg. ...