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A Little Pick Me Up (RVJ94 and Searcher)

He certainly enjoyed the view, one that gave him an excellent shot of her round bubblebutt covered up in a pair of skimpy panties. How did she ever get dumped? he thought.

However, the view was interrupted once he spoke up. Shoot.

"Oh, that's ok," he reassured her. He stepped towards her, pausing next to hear to reach for a glass in one of the brown cupboards. He stepped around her to get to the other side, and reached into the fridge for the gallon-sized jug of milk. It was cute, how she was trying to cover herself up and be modest around him. "I already said before that you're more than welcome to get something out of the fridge, even if it's two in the morning."

He set the glass on the island behind him, and poured himself a little bit of milk, still talking to the young girl. "Are you doing ok?" Returning the milk where he found it, he took a sip from the glass and set it back down.

A mere three feet or so from her, he looked back. His eyes darted up and down her curvy, athletic body. One that he lusted for for quite some time. Yeah, it was awkward for the both of them, but he had nothing to be ashamed of. Taking a small risk, he read something based off of the way her eyes looked and moved. It was too late to take back what either one of them saw, the other in their near-birthday suit. "You don't have to cover yourself up in front of me," he said in a slightly softer tone.
 
For the moment he'd been reaching around her to get a glass, he'd been close enough for her to catch his manly scent. Fit, handsome, and it was like he was setting off pheromones at her. "I know, just hate I woke you up when I was trying to be quiet," she stated and took another sip.

"And yeah, I'm okay. Just couldn't get some things out of my mind and it's keeping me awake." As she took another sip of water, she noticed him looking at her in an obviously lustful way. It felt good to be looked at like that though she felt herself blushing. His next statement brought her to a standstill.

She had been looking at his back, the broad shoulders tapering into strong hips and admired the way the material gently hugged at his backside. He definitely had nothing to be ashamed of but his soft words sent a thrill through her and when she eased out of the sort of scrunched pose, he could see her excitement.

The material was tight across her and without the bra he could see her large nipples jutting out, rock hard. As she shifted, her wide hips straightened and he could see her navel as the material had bunched up when she tried to cover herself. There was an innocence about her even though she wasn't innocent, yet there was a definite hunger.
 
"You will be fine," he said. Taking a step towards her, he closed the distance between them. "It takes some time to get over any relationship, but you're young. You'll find someone better."

She looked like she should be posing for FHM, and not standing in his kitchen with a glass of water at two in the morning. Her tank top wrapped around her torso and hugged every inch, making her already large bust even more prominent. Her panties served their purpose with only a hint of modesty, showing off her wide hips and thighs that were thick and toned, and only confirmed that she was physically active. 

While she didn't give the sense that she was wholesome, she gave that vibe that it wouldn't take much to return to that image. He saw no tattoos, and the only piercings were her ears. Her face always gave that innocent impression, though the look in her eyes were telling a different story. It may not be helping that his eyes were giving the same look right back at her. 

You could cut the tension with a buzz saw. His better judgement was failing him, and as a weak attempt to fight back the animal urges within him, he said, "You won't have a hard time finding someone. You're quite an attractive girl."
 
"Life goes on ... I know," she said feeling her heart racing and little flipflops going on in her stomach as she looked at him. "Thing is ... I don't want to be seen as a girl. I want to be seen as a woman. Is it wrong that I want and need to be touched and kissed? That I want to touch and kiss back?" She could easily be speaking in general but her eyes and the dropping of her shoulders told him she was speaking directly to him. It was like she was being pulled toward him, the simple carnal need overriding everything else. "I'm 18 ... legal," she heard herself whisper and realized her silent invitation was spilling into verbal.
 
If he closed any more distance, he would have left her no choice but to press her backside against the counter in which she was next to. His eyes pierced into hers, pulling away momentarily to give a blatant look at her heaving cleavage. His common sense was gone, having been overrun by an insatiable desire for her. 

His fingertips grazed her arm, going the full length from the shoulder down to the elbow. The distance between them already gone, as his upper body lightly pressed against her, offering virtually no escape. He did not have to lean down much, to meet her lips with his, softly and longingly. 
 
Her chest did indeed heave as primal urges rose within her and she showed no signs of trying to or even wanting to escape. Her lips were parted and cheeks flushed as he pulled back enough to gaze at her breasts, wishing he would just rip the material away.

As he softly caressed her arms, he could feel her shimmy and nipples as hard as diamonds scraped across his chest. The kiss was soft and gentle too, another contrast to what she was used to yet she responded in kind, brushing her lips against his and softly touching his lips with her tongue.

Her hands left the counter and touched his sides, slowly and lightly grazing along his skin. Their ages and affiliations no longer mattered, only the fact that they wanted each other mattered. Pressed solidly against him, she moaned with deep need into the kiss.
 
He pressed himself further until he could no longer hide his growing arousal, placing his hands on either side of her on the counter. The touch of her young, feminine body against his was too much to describe in words, although the feeling was sure to be topped soon, with the direction they were going.

His tongue got in on the action of their passionate kiss, making contact with her lips and tongue and softly exploring her mouth for the first time. And his hands didn't remain on the counter, placing themselves on her hips after making contact with her panties. His breathing remained steady, although his heart was racing. He wondered if she could feel it.
 
Feeling him harden against her brought out a soft sound, almost a whimper, and her hands pressed more firmly against his sides for a moment. Her lips parted as he sought entrance, granting him every opportunity to explore and her tongue gently writhed with his though the heat was building quickly.

Her body responded to his touch, hips tilting to rub against him as his hands rested there. Her own heart was racing and the beat of her heart seemed to mix with his as well as the difference in rhythm of their breathing which only excited her more. Running her hands up his sides and chest, she felt along his shoulders and neck, eventually melding her body completely against his.
 
He let out a quick moan which was muffled within their kiss, and his hands moved in small circles around her hips, as they advanced upwards to her waist. The circular motion caused her tank top to lift up more, the bottom getting more bunched up. The warmth of her flesh against him was something he hadn't experience in a while with anyone, and it was something he missed truly.

He pulled away and looked at her again, eyes full of intensity and fire. His eye contact was only fleeting though, as he crouched down and became face-to-stomach with the athletic young girl. Even in the soft light of the kitchen, he could see that she was built, with faint outer lines of a 6-pack. Sports does a body good, he thought, punctuating that with a sound that was almost like a growl, before he planted soft kisses on and around her belly button.
 
Every touch seemed to tingle and her earlier shyness had been burned away in the kiss. She wasn't concerned anymore that she wasn't wearing much and in fact wished to be rid of everything and just let him do as he pleased.

When he pulled away and captured her eyes, she could see the hunger in his eyes and her breath caught in her throat before picking up again causing her breasts to rise and fall rapidly. He could hear her breath quavering as he lowered himself.

Instinctively her hands went to his head as his lips touched her abs, the vibration of his lusty growl eliciting a sigh of pleasure along with expectancy. She didn't know which direction he would take from there but it exited her greatly.

The counter was quite appreciated at the moment, feeling her knees go weak with passion and she gazed at him with eyes nearly black with desire. She knew the basics but had only experienced juvenile rutting so what he was doing affected her more.

"Damn but I want you," she grunted, the pulsing sensation in her clit and nipples catching her by surprise. Trying to regulate her breathing, she wondered how he could be so calm but somehow knew when he let go she would be devoured in the best possible way.
 
The hem of her tank top were in bunches, as he had a handful of the soft material in each hand. Soft puckering sounds came from the contact his lips were making with her skin. Feeling her hands run through his short hair and ruffling it up, he devoted a moment to his current activity of worshiping her body.

Only seconds after she spoke, he looked up at her, and then stood up. The same look was still burned into his eyes, one that said he was thinking of nothing else other than taking her. He didn't need to say anything to respond. Instead, he reached for her hand, and began to escort her into the master bedroom.
 
The feel of his lips lightly pressing along her abdomen was almost hypnotic and she kept feeling little chills running along her body until he stopped and stood, looking at her with that predatory gaze that brought a deep pulling sensation just below her navel.

As he took her hand, she followed silently and quite willingly and felt like she was floating up the stairs. She'd never been in the master bedroom before but she didn't look this time because she was too busy drinking in the sight of him nearly poking out of his boxers.

A hint of shyness crept up again but she reached for his face and started to kiss him, the hunger burning hot inside her. Stepping backward until her knees touched the bed, she eased herself down to sit on the edge and then trying to continue to kiss him lure him more toward the center.
 
By the time they had hit the stairs, he was fully erect and nearly poking a hole through the front of his boxers. It bounced along with each step, more so as they took each step up the stairs.

She took his lips with hers as she sat on the edge of the bed. He had to bend down in order not to break contact, but did not object or resist. Another muffled moan escaped from his lips.

He realized that she was scooting further towards the center of the bed, and that's when their lips parted. His eyes found hers in the darkness of the room, and he reached for the top of his boxers, slipping them down until they fell to the floor on their own. His hard cock was shamelessly in full view.
 
There was just enough moonlight coming through the window to be able to see him in all his magnificence and it made her groan with undeniable need. Reaching for him, she touched not his shaft but his balls and that was with exquisite tenderness. She wanted him to feel good, not be clutched and hurt.

After a bit of fondling, she released him and peeled the tank from her torso. Her large breasts were firm with youth yet still soft and her nipples pulsed again with every beat of her heart. They jiggled as she tossed the material to the floor and reached for him again, this time taking the shaft in her fingers and started to stroke him.

"Tell me what you want," she whispered as she leaned to try to kiss him again. "Whatever it is, I want to try. Fuck you feel so damn good in my hand ... I can only imagine what it will feel like other places." By now she could feel her own wetness, almost embarrassingly wet though she hoped he would forgive her relative inexperience causing her to react so strongly to him.
 
His cock tensed up at the touch of her hand as she started to fondle his balls. Standing there with his hands at his side, he watched with glued interest as she gently worked his sac. When she paused to take off her top, he marveled at seeing her breasts for the first time. They were everything that he had fantasized they were. He loved the way that they jiggled, and was anxious to make them jiggle even more.

There was plenty of things that he could teach her, things that her ex-boyfriend wasn't willing to teach her, or just flat out didn't know. That's too bad for him, though. Tori was his tonight, and would be his for the near future. He would start teaching her tonight. As much as he would enjoy watching and feeling her stroke him, he had other plans. "I want you to sit there and suck my cock, like the good girl that you are."
 
In the beginning, Tori had loved giving head and Randy had asked for it quite a bit but then the new wore off. There was something in his tone, commanding and confident, that she found entirely too sexy and the need to please him welled up inside of her. "Gladly," she murmured.

He'd halted her progress across the bed so it was only a moment for her to reach the edge again, grasping his cock as she did so and drawing her fingertips along the shaft as she did so. Licking her lips she didn't, willfully, think about Rachel and how she might feel about this.

Her warm tongue slipped over her bottom lip and licked the tip of his cock, slowly at first as if savoring a fine meal. While it served to give her the first taste of him, it also got her salivary glands going to make it much easier for her to gently draw him past her lips and start sucking.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned as she stroked his shaft firmly and teased the tip of her tongue around his head. The other hand smoothed along his lower abdomen, lightly tickling around his navel as she inch by inch too more of him into her mouth until she was gliding back and forth from base to tip.
 
Her hand felt quite stimulating as she massaged his cock. He thought about if she had ever given handjobs before, since it felt like she knew what she was doing. But maybe that was because his judgement was in the backseat of his mind. It was something he would have to experiment with her at a later time.

When she started going down on him, his cock tensed up harder as the tip of her tongue traveled around the head. He watched as her head eventually began to move back and forth at a slow pace, her mouth taking in most of his member. She left glistening trails of saliva over his length, acting as a lubricant and making it easier to penetrate her young mouth.
 
How many times had she given a quick handjob to Randy in between classes? Or gone down on him while they were parked by the river? Enough to make her fairly confident that she could please this man and she gradually increased speed and suction, the tip of her tongue flicking the opening seeking that first pearl that would no doubt be sweeter than the rest that would follow.

Both hands now traveled the back of his thighs until she set them on his ass and clenched as her head bobbed back and forth quicker. She sucked hard enough her cheek muscles were starting to burn but she wasn't going to give up until he either exploded in her mouth or he pulled her away to prolong their moment of intimacy.
 
His left hand ran through the top of her head, the long strands of her dark hair sifting through his fingers. He knew she was working to pleasure him the best that she knew how. He felt her hands softly grip his rear end, a move that he wasn't going to stop. And her tongue kept teasing the head of his cock, which was driving him arousingly insane.

He would be more than content with using nothing but her hand or mouth, but they had all the time in the world. No need to rush anything. Tonight, he wanted to experience much more with her. To use a baseball term, hit a homerun. He squeezed her shoulder as a gesture meaning to stop, and watched himself as he slowly pulled out of her mouth, his movement ending with a soft pop from her mouth. Then he gave her a soft push, each hand meeting each shoulder. He watched her breasts bounce along with her, as he leaned down to grab the straps of her panties, more than eager to help her get out of those things.
 
When she felt his cock pop from her lips, she worried for a moment she wasn't pleasing him but the look on his face told her quite the opposite was true. His gentle push was met with no resistance and she giggled lightly when he immediately grabbed for her panties.

Her hands smoothed along her toned abdomen while her muscular legs rose for him to remove the last bit of material on her. In a fluid motion, she parted her thighs and set her feet on the bed giving a bend to her knees and his first view of her cleanly shaven pussy.

Pushing up on one palm, she sat up and reached for him. Whether he started slow or plunged right in didn't matter. All she wanted was to feel him against her and inside of her, all that passion blazing in her dark eyes. Her fingertips brushed across his nipple as she tried to work him closer to her.
 
With each strap in hand, he slowly pulled off the thin material over her knees and calves, and tossed is aside. Her legs hung in the air for a moment, giving him a good shot of her chiseled thighs and a preview of what was to come. 

He climbed onto the bed and subsequently on top of her, assisting her in her efforts to pull him closer. His hands immediately found her large breasts, his thumbs running over her hard nipples while his other fingers were cradling the fleshy globes. They were as firm as he had fantasized that they would be, and devoted a moment of attention to them. 

But it wasn't long until his right hand dipped down and found his shaft, guiding himself into her awaiting pussy, and pushed his hips forward. 
 
Tori coo'd when he started thumbing her nipples and gripping her tits, feeling them press together and then separate as he fondled them. For a moment she thought he'd touch her, tease her velvety lips and throbbing clit but then he did take his satisfaction early.

She knew he was bigger than Randy but it seemed much more pronounced when he started penetrating her. "Holy shit," she groaned and arched to meet him. There was moisture there to facilitate his motion but she was tight so even soaking wet it would have taken some time.

Dropping her knees outward, she blew out a long breath until he could finally bury himself. "God ... feels so good," she said lustily. "I have to admit ... had a crush on you ... for a while," she admitted as she tried to tilt her hips to gain a little motion of his cock inside of her.
 
Joseph could feel how wet she was immediately, as his head started to penetrate her opening. His animal instinct wanted to ram himself in there, but she felt a little tight, and he didn't want to hurt her too much. 

He planted his hands on either side of her on his bed, to use as leverage. This allowed his hips to be in charge, working his cock slowly into her. "I've had a thing for you, too" he growled in response. Biting his lower lip, he savored the intense pleasure he was experiencing while being inside of her. 
 
It was impossible to hate Randy now, not when his timing had driven her to see her friend and yet ended up with an incredibly sexy older man. He was driving her insane with lust, her impatience creeping out as she continued to rock her hips against him, sliding his cock in and out of her perhaps a fraction yet just enough to entice him to do more. "You don't have to hold back ... Joseph," she whispered and somehow it felt right calling him his given name.
 
His pace was admittedly slow, but he was allowing her to get accommodated. It was more of a grind than anything else. That, and he was enjoying watching her eyes and her expressions as his cock filled her.

But then she spoke. She was encouraging him.

And calling him by his first name?

That's when he picked up his pace. His thrusts were more deliberate, intentionally forcing himself deeper into her. His hips started smacking into her inner thighs, the loud sound only adding to the arousing effect. Continuing to use his hands as leverage, his lips were clenched as he stared into her. She had asked for it, and he would be more than happy to give it.
 
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