Smaller derrieres

This could be the basis of a wonderful tale: she looks out waiting and perhaps aching for his arrival? His return ? His call for her to come to him? She isn't out in the open but she is a little bashful despite being naked because she wishes to impress him? Because he told her to be ready for him? Because she belongs to him and being bare is essential to his ownership? The possibilities are, I suppose, endless...

Kurt
 
Long ago, I had a coworker who was also a good friend and a 'lipstick' lesbian. She had the sweetest small and pert derriere. I found it hard to keep my eyes off of it and maintain our friendship.

One day after work we went out for drinks together (I drank back then). We went to a joint we both liked and found a booth that gave us privacy and she told me about the problem she was having with her b!tch of a girlfriend. I never liked her gf, but tried to keep my mouth shut about her, but I'm sure my friend knew how I felt about her.

She cried and I suggested (totally innocently) that we go to my place and drink there. She accepted and we left.

Once there, I made drinks for us and we sat on the sofa and she talked more about her gf. She cried again and fell into me and really let go. I put my arm around her just to comfort her, but she lifted her face to mine and began kissing me.

I was taken completely by surprise and the thought of risking losing her as a friend if we had sex lasted about two seconds, and I kissed back.

My hand found its way under her skirt and into her panties where her cooch was warm and wet.

Her hand then began rubbing my stiffened cock through my pant leg and we were off to the races.

We fumbled awkwardly taking each other’s clothes off and I saved her panties for last sliding them off her hips and legs then tossing them aside. I was straddling her on my knee and asked her to roll over and get up on her knees, which she did.

I'll never forget that moment of looking at her petite round ass bared inches away; the deep and wide cleft and tiny button of an anus between her beautiful cheeks stiffened my cock to a 'painful' stretching hardness.

I couldn't help but tilt forward and kiss, lick, and rub her mounds. She moaned as I adored her with my mouth.

After a few minutes, I lined my cock up to her wet pussy and as I slid in, she let out a pleased sigh and began riding it deeper into her as I gripped her hips.

We rollicked for a long while until I heard her groan loudly and felt a gush of wetness spray out of her and, with a couple of more thrusts, I blew a massive load into her while looking down at her sexily feminine small derriere and below it, my cock pistoning in and out of her lesbian vagina.

It was only the one time, but neither she nor me ever regretted it. We stayed friends, but lost touch when I moved on to a new job in another state.

The one thing that has bothered me about it is, I was told by someone we both knew that her b!tch 'girlfriend' had told some people my friend had had an abortion sometime after our night together.

I don't know if this gossip was true, but the thought troubles me; with her looks and smarts, we would have had one beautiful and brilliant kyd.
 
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