Sincerely, For the First Time - Sex Stories

Sincerely, For the First Time

... more so), but I could see her point. We might be welcome at the Burger King drive-thru, but Rudolpho’s would probably turn us away. We said our 'see-ya-laters' to everyone and headed back to Kelly’s place. Kelly offered me the shower, but being a gentleman, I insisted that she shower first. From the sofa in the living room, I watched her walk up the stairs to the second floor of the house, with her firm ass all but exploding out of those tiny jean shorts. As soon as I heard the water running, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already half-hard cock. I couldn’t help it, I needed to do something to relieve myself or I would go fucking crazy. I began stroking rapidly, with my eyes closed, thinking of all those times my hand had brushed against the warm skin of her thighs, and fantasizing about the treasure buried beneath the frayed edges of that blue strip of denim between her legs. What if my hand had slipped, just a little higher, rubbing against that small piece of fabric until it was soaking wet, then- The sound of the shower cut out. Fuck! I was so close to cumming, but the last thing I needed was for Kelly to come down stairs and see me there with my cock out, jacking off on her sofa. Reluctantly, I tucked my frustrated cock and swelling balls back into my pants, and zipped them up. I picked up a magazine from the table, Sports Illustrated, thumbed through it, and tried to regain my composure. “Andy!” Kelly called from upstairs. “Yeah?” I answered nervously. I moved ...

... to the bottom of the stairs. “I need a favour.” “What?” For a split second I thought she might ask me to fuck her, but I did my best to banish the thought from my head. “I was washing the towels before you got here, and I forgot to take them out of the dryer. Would you mind bringing one up here?” “Sure, okay,” I agreed. “Where’s the dryer?” “It’s in the closet in the kitchen by the door. Thanks.” I found the laundry machines, and opened the dryer. As I pulled out a yellow towel, a pair of light blue panties fell out onto the floor. I picked them up, and looked at them. They were small, and cottony. I rubbed the crotch of them between my fingers, imaging how they'd feel like damp with Kelly's pussy juices. Quickly, I raised them to my nostrils and inhaled, fantasizing that some of her sweet scent still lingered there after the washing. It was probably as close as I'd ever get to actually burying my face in her pussy. "Andy, did you find it?" she called again from upstairs. "Uh, yeah," I answered, tossing her underwear back in the dryer. "Coming." I grabbed the towel, and headed towards the stairs. Jesus, why the fuck did I keep doing this to myself? I could feel the physical ache of horniness deep in my balls, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. At the top of the stairs, I saw that the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. I knocked on it. "Do you want me to just leave the towel here?" I asked. Trying my hardest to resist the urge to peek in to the room. "No, I ...