1. A First Time For A Cheat


    Date: 9/21/2017, Categories: Anal, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    time he moved his arms. His short, blond hair stood in all directions and made him look incredibly cute. “Uhm,” I stammered, “I guess next to the barn would be best.” He looked over and raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Looks rather humid there. A dry place would be better for the wood.” But then leery grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Though I guess I shouldn’t say that so generally. There are types of wood that like humidity, don’t you think so too, Mrs. Goodprey?” At first, I had no idea what he was talking about. But then I followed his gaze and looked down the front of my body. My breath hitched. There, at the front of my skin-tight, pink teddy shorts, was a dark stain, right in the center. “Uh, it’s not what…” I started to explain, but the widening grin at my flushing cheeks and the knowing wink he sent me made me falter. “You sure?” he teased and took a step closer so he was less than an arm’s length away. My breathing sped up. God, I could reach out and run my hand over his muscled chest if I tried. I took a trembling step backwards. “What are you doing?” He followed me, closing the gap again. “I’m doing nothing.” He glanced down again. “But I’m a hardware guy. I take any possible issues with leaks seriously.” The joke was lame. The need to touch his body, to have him touch mine, not so. My breath hitched. He leaned closer, and I stopped breathing altogether. “Don’t!” I protested meekly. “Don’t what?” He whispered, a little cocky. “Don’t…” My words died in my ...
    throat because his lips were touching mine. He only held them there, letting them send little sparkles over mine, and my resistance broke. My arms wrapped around him and pulled him close, and I started kissing him for all I was worth. He tasted of peppermint bubblegum. His strong hands gripped my head, and then he kissed me back, urgent and wild. Our lips mashed together and I moaned into his mouth, all the pent-up need welling up inside me at once. His hands let go of my head, and suddenly there was sharp pull on my shirt, followed by a tearing sound. I gasped. He had ripped the shirt right off me, and the cool morning air blew over my naked upper body and molded my nipples into needle-sharp points. Before I could react, he had pulled me close again. My breasts rubbed against the fabric of his shirt, and he kissed me once more. I melted in his touch. One of his hands started to knead my breast and I moaned sharply. He was rough and greedy, and it was exactly what I needed right now. His fingers found my nipple and twirled it, squeezing it, and my moans got louder, spurring him on. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, pulling away to get some air, “you’re one seriously hot vixen, Mrs. Goodprey!” “Oh my god,” I whimpered. “What are we doing?” He pulled off his t-shirt and threw it to the side. My eyes were caught to this finely chiseled stomach and muscular chest like a bunny by a snake. I stared, hypnotized, but then he cleared his throat and stepped close once again, and I noticed belatedly ...
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