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Surprise Her

You’re lying quietly at home and browsing the different porn sites on your phone while thinking of sweet Sarah and getting wetter. You think of how her beautiful breasts feel in your hands and how they taste as you lick and suck her pert nipples and much, much more, and as you are drifting off into masturbatory bliss the thought comes to you that why not go see her, rather than fantasize?

You take a very fast shower and quickly put on a black lace bra, demi cup, and thin material, a tight blouse, and your short tartan skirt. No panties, they would just get soaked and be in the way. Then it’s out the door and off to Sarah’s place.

You have to ring the bell several times and you hope that she is not out or having company. You decide that, if there is someone else there, you will leave after seeing her and go back to masturbating.

You are lucky, for the door opens and she is standing there, dressed as you adore seeing her — naked!

Your nipples immediately rise to full hardness and poke into your bra and through that thin material to your top. Sarah smiles at you and sees by the evidence of those nipples that you are horny and that her nakedness is more than appreciated. You want to take her and make her all yours, and from her look she has much the same idea about you.

You both manage enough restraint to close the door and get over to the couch. On the way there you stop you and sniff. “Why, what is that lovely scent in the air? Have you been a naughty girl? I certainly hope so!”

Sarah just smiles a lustful smile as you spot the pictures on her laptop and notice the glistening of her juices on both her pussy and her fingers. Without saying a word you look her in the eye as you take her hand and raise it to your face. You sniff the fingers and then put them in your mouth to suck. After a moment or two you take them out and say, “Yep, you’ve been a naughty girl, you didn’t wait for me!”

You sit on the couch and Sarah begins to fumble with the buttons on your top. You stop caressing her body to help her, as you feel way too overdressed now. You soon have your top undone and your black lace bra showing. The thin fabric of the bra hides nothing (a reason you chose it) and your breasts are straining to be free.

As you kiss her needily you cup her breasts and feel her tender mounds. Flicking your thumbs across her tender, swollen nipples elicits a small moan and sigh from her. Sarah caresses your neck, shoulders and arms as she pushes your top off.

With the next kiss she lowers her hands and slips one under your tartan skirt to touch your thigh. You jump at the touch and moan in joy but then unhitch your bra to free your straining breasts. Happily this does not go unnoticed and Sarah asks you to lean into her so that she can more easily lick your breasts.

As one hard nipple disappears between her sweet lips you can’t hold back a shudder as her hand nears your dripping pussy. As she inches toward and then over your shaved pussy you shudder and moan softly.

You stop loosening your clothing and run your hands over her Sarah’s body, finally reaching her wet and sweet pussy. You dip your fingers into her and get a moan in return before raising them to your face, first to sniff the aroma of her and then to taste her honey-like juices.

For a time you sit, enjoying Sarah sucking on your nipples as you play with her, but then you pull your nipple free of her hungry mouth and lean in to kiss that very thing. Your lips first just brush lightly but soon that is forgotten in a passion and lust-filled deep kiss as you embrace and you feel each other’s breasts, both with diamond-hard nipples, pressing together.

The wonderful scent of lust fills the air and you don’t know if it comes more from her wetness or your own ever-moistening pussy. You figure you had better get rid of your skirt before you stain it beyond cleaning, and besides, the one thing that you do not want right now is to have any clothing between you. You stand and drop your skirt and as you step out of it you look at her and extend your hand. She has that “Take me now!” look on her face, a mirror image of your own, no doubt, as she takes your hand and you move to the bedroom.