Ciao a tutti!
***WARNING***
The following story is not for the faint of heart and is NOT intended for those under the age of 18! Consider yourself forewarned!
What a week this has been –I have
been planning a graduation party for the one and only man in my life for the
past 18 years –my son Derrick, and boy am I glad that it is over. I was married to Derrick’s good-for-nothing
father for ten years –and we couldn’t conceive.
The doctors said that there was no biological reason why I shouldn’t be
able to conceive, but over the ten years we were married, and the 2 years we
were dating before that, it never happened.
It was Thanksgiving weekend 1986
that Trevor decided he no longer wanted to be married, and I remember it
clearly. I had driven up to my parents’
cabin by the lake in late November to close it up for the winter, when Trevor
showed up unexpectedly. We had been
having a rough time of it for about 6 months at that point –I wanted to start
in vitro fertilization and he wanted to start adoption proceedings.
Those four nights (Wednesday
through Saturday) that we spent up at the cabin, were the most magical of our
entire marriage. We laughed and drank,
ate and fucked like you would not believe.
The only other time Trevor and I fucked that much, was in college –the
year the football team on which he played went undefeated all season –we used
to sneak off behind the bleachers to get in a quickie before the celebrating
started.
After our four marathon nights of
lovemaking, Sunday morning Trevor needed to leave early because there was an
emergency at his office. As I finished
up the last bit of cleaning, I found a note that Trevor had left for me –he had
always left little notes around the house with expressions of love written in
them. His note was no more than four
lines and read that he was leaving me for his girlfriend of four years –she was
more of a woman than I would ever be because she was pregnant. I was so devastated, I cried non-stop for two
weeks straight. It had gotten so bad
that I was admitted to the hospital and four weeks later, I had gotten the news
that I had waited over ten years to hear –I was pregnant.
Well, Enough about Trevor, and back
to Derrick and his party. It was
phenomenal, if I do say so myself. We
went with a Hawaiian Luau theme –complete with tiki torches and a roasted pig
over a pit. The guys all wore Hawaiian
shirts and swim trunks while the girls dressed in bathing suits and grass
skirts –set against the backdrop of our pool, it was the perfect bash. I, dressed in a grass skirt and a coconut
bra, played hostess and almost had a little bash of my own.
I have dated a few men over the
years, but none of them have ever turned me on like Derrick’s friend Drew. He is tall and cute, and has a body on
him. I go into the kitchen to put out
more snacks for the partygoers, and I can’t reach a bowl on the top shelf. Just then Drew enters and asks if he can help
me with anything. I indicate that the
bowl is just out of reach. Instead of
stepping past me, he comes up behind me and reaches over me and retrieves the
bowl. He places it on the counter, and
after doing so, he doesn’t move. As I
close the cupboard, his hands move around me to the counter top. His shirt is unbuttoned, and I feel his smooth
hairless chest against the skin on my back and his young hard penis through the
blades of my skirt.
When I face him he kisses me. I stop the kissing because I am afraid that
Derrick will walk in on us, but through the sliding doors, I can see that the
cookout has now turned into a pool party with all the graduates in the pool,
minus one –Drew. He tells me that he has
fantasized about being with me since he was twelve, and I tell him that I
couldn’t possibly be more to him than his friend’s mother, but that doesn’t
stop him.
Drew kisses me again, but this
time, instead of playing with my tongue, he thrusts his tongue all the way to
the back of my mouth. He pushes his hips
forward and his penis, pressed against my abdomen. I squirm in response. I break away, looking for Derrick, but I see
him cannonball into the water. Without missing a beat, Drew lifts me to the
counter to where I am wedged between the cupboard and the side of the
pantry.
Drew's hands move with a level of skill as they separate the blades of grass in my skirt -I'm not wearing any underwear.
Drew's hands move with a level of skill as they separate the blades of grass in my skirt -I'm not wearing any underwear.
Follow the link to What's Her Fantasy? to find out what happens next!
Baci!
Stella Notte
Day 188: Wednesday May 23rd 2012
Designer: Max Studio
Name: BelindaColor: Walnut
Style: Demi-Wedge Slide Sandal
Heel: 4 inches (10.16 cm), Platform: 1 inch (2.54 cm)
Material: Leather Upper with fabric mid-sole and platform, bold cut out and slit detailing. Leather sole
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