Chula Vista Dreaming (part three) - Sex Stories

Chula Vista Dreaming (part three)

... She came near me, and I watched her closely. Her breasts were dangling as she bent over, moving the upright Hoover over the rug. She hadn't bothered to put on a bra beneath her house dress. It was sleeveless and I saw parts of her breasts through the arm holes. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders. I was becoming erect and I stroked my cock. She glanced up, saw what I was doing, and stopped. She stood up straight, pushing her hair away from her eyes with her delicate hand. She shook her head, smiled, then began pushing the cleaner at my feet. I raised them from the floor and she vacuumed beneath the chair, finally moving away. Her butt looked so tempting. I could see it moving as I made my prick harder with my hand. I rose up out of the chair. Walking up behind her I put my hands on her waist, and I thrust my hardness against her ass. She jumped, turned swiftly, and smacked my hands as she had done before. I grinned at her and reached out to take her hand. I pulled her arm to me and put her hand on my hard cock. My other hand went to her head and I leaned in to kiss her red lips. Her deep brown eyes were glistening in the morning sunlight streaming in through the picture window. She had turned the upright off. It was quiet in the house. I heard the tinkling tune of an ice cream truck in the distance. School was out for the children in the neighborhood, and summer was here. I pressed my lips against Cindy's as both of my hands held her head gently. Her head was upturned to ...

... meet my lips. Her hand was now squeezing my cock. Once, twice, and then she moved to my belt buckle. She was struggling to release my dick. "I promised I wouldn't do this. I promised myself. I know it's wrong. God, I love you baby. I want you so much. I promised, but I have to have you Peter. Baby, I'll just please you one more time. I'll just take care of you one more time. That's it, Peter. Take off your pants, baby, and I'll do you." I slipped my jeans down over my hips to my knees and sank down of an ottoman. Cindy was down on her knees. She pulled her dress up on her soft thighs, and reached to take my hard cock in hand. She spit on one palm and began stroking my prick, up and down. She smiled up at me as her mouth descended down to take my cock in. She lips were wrapped around the mushroom top of my prick. She bit it, and I groaned. "Suck it Cindy. Jeez, that's so good." I was pushing her head down, trying to fuck her mouth. She was jacking my off, faster and faster. I could see one of her hands had moved to her crotch, under her dress. I could tell she wasn't wearing underwear. A stray thought passed my mind. Did she always do that? Then I was occupied, feeling her sucking my cock. "Oh, to hell with it! I need some cock, baby. I need it so much. I want you to fuck me, Peter. Fuck me baby!" She had stopped stroking me. She got up off her knees and lay down across the ottoman, with her back and head on a chair, as I rose up. Her legs were spread widely apart. I could see ...