Give Me Some Sugar Part 1 - Rochelle's Tryout - Sex Stories

Give Me Some Sugar Part 1 - Rochelle's Tryout

... "How was that? Did I do good?" "Amphhhh. Sheeeeez. Wow, that was hmmmmph." I was gasping to get my breath back when I heard a horn again. I started moving forward, my now limp cock still out of my slacks. I didn't see any cum anywhere so that little lady must have swallowed it down full. I was slightly embarassed that I didn't last but a minute and a half, but sooner or later she was gonna figure out I didn't have any staying power when it came to a hot woman. I was pretty out of it for the rest of the drive and Rochelle just enjoyed the view, her hand back on the thigh the rest of the trip, helping my cock regain just a bit of its heft when we got out of my BMW and headed inside. "Ooooh, you're place is gorgeous! Oh you have a pool! I bet it's great to sunbath out there!" "Would you like something to drink?" I asked Rochelle. "Sure, something fruity?" "Just give me a minute." I went to work making some sangria for us as she looked around the house. As I turned the blender off I grabbed to glasses and filled them. When I turned around I almost dropped them. Rochelle and dropped her dress to the floor, no underwear, no bra. Just her, her amazing fucking body, her jewelry and her heels. She looked fucking incredible. "So daddy, what do you think?" She was leaned up against the drywall doorway to the dining room, intentionally putting her body into a curving disposition, one knee bent, her right hand and arm sliding up the side of the doorway. "Jesus. . . . " Was all I said, and ...

... let me tell you, those hot pictures she sent didn't do her justice at all. Long slender but not skinny legs, a tiny torso that was flat and hard, what I can only assume were bolt ons due to the size and symmetry. The slender shoulders, short neck, and that great smile. I couldn't believe every inch of her was the exact same skin tone. She had to sun bath in the nude only. I loved how bright deep red her nipples and aureola were. She was the quintessential head cheerleader from high school, while she was not my type, she made me hornier than I have ever been in my life. Just for perspective, the hottest woman I had ever been with was Jenny. I met her my first week of college and before she realized how next door hot she was (she came from a tiny town where she hadn't experienced 100's of guys fawning over her). Because we were both from smaller towns and shy, we connected at first and she was my first lay. Still my hottest, though no more than an 8. Once she realized the power of being attractive, the make up went on, the clothes got skimpy and she forgot about me. Why did I bring all that up? Because it makes the rest of this part of the story less embarrassing. I half laid down and half dropped the glasses of sangria. One tips and spilled over the counter but I didn't care, I just stumbled over my own feet around the corner till I got to Rochelle and grabbed her like a rag doll. I planted my lips on hers, kissing her for all I was worth while I groped every inch of her body ...