Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration - Sex Stories

Clementina, Chapter I – Penetration

... spy on her?

From upstairs I heard Clementina’s voice call.

“When the tub finishes running, you can kill the water.”

“Thanks!” I hollered back.

I used the handle of a rake I found in the basement to clear out the spider webs and gently, silently stood on the edge of the crawlspace and eased myself into the space between the walls. The hole in the wall was right about eye level as I stood up. I took a silent, deep breath, and looked through.

I found myself looking through a gap in the shadow of the pedestal sink in the bathroom. I could clearly see the main part of the bathroom and the old claw-foot tub – in fact I was almost looking down on the tub, so I could see the water filling up and the bubbles from Clementina’s bath oils.

Clementina stood beside the bathtub, still wearing the green silk robe, though the robe was now wet and coated with mud from the crawlspace, as were her legs. She bent over and swirled the water, then let the robe fall to the floor.

I had a clear view of her nude body and my cock came to full attention. Her breasts were large and hung down and slightly outwards, her long nipples pointing just below horizontal, her wide brown aureoles spreading across the ends of the mountains of flesh. A streak of mud from the crawlspace ran down the space between her breasts, and more mud stained her stomach. Several inches below her navel, she had a small but tidy swath of pubic hair running down to the thick, fleshy labia I had seen in the ...

... crawlspace. I could see the lobes were damp, though I wasn’t sure if that was from arousal or from the moisture in the basement, and she was slightly gaped, revealing a hint of pink flesh inside. At the tip of the labia was the outline of her large, hooded clitoris, hidden within the folds.

I gawked like a horny twelve-year-old. She was undeniably beautiful. I had never really thought much about Clementina as a sexual thing – she was more just that nice but eccentric lady who lived in that old house next door. But now, suddenly, I was hard as a rock looking at her and wanted nothing more than to have my cock buried deep between those dangling, slightly parted, lobes.

As quietly as possible, I unzipped my shorts. My cock popped out almost of its own accord. I had been blessed with a decent sized meatstick, and I ran my hands across it as I watched Clementina.

She bent over and turned off the tub and I had another look at her pinkish-brown asshole. It too looked moist, probably from the water in the crawlspace. I had only had sex twice, both times with a girlfriend I had just recently broken up with. I had never given or received anal, but right now Clementina’s sphincter looked so inviting I just wanted to slide my cock right in.

Clementina sat on the edge of the tub and reached for her cell phone, dialing a number and pressing it to her ear. When someone answered, she had a whispered conversation that I strained to hear.

“Yes...he’s here...thanks for sending ...