Michelle from Alabama

Michelle from AlabamaAbout the time I was turning 30 I met a young girl at a party. Michelle was 19 and had recently moved to NC from Alabama. She had taken a job at a local truck stop as a server and was finding herself. We struck up a conversation and she showed interest in me and I enjoyed her attention. She was an average sort of girl. About 5’8 a little thick in the thighs, ass and mid-rift, I should mention she had ample tits too. She had shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. I was single again and she was the prettiest girl and the youngest one of legal age there so I set my sights on her. She explained that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend. He was a married man she had met at work and fallen in love with. He had stalled on leaving his wife so she and her family arranged to get word to his wife about his affair. The wife put him out but when he discovered Michelle had a hand in the cat getting out of the bag, he refused to see her. Had I been married, that story would have alarmed me. Since I was single the worst thing that could happen is that word got out I was fucking a younger woman. As I saw it, that would only make my stock go up with the local ladies since no one wants you when you’re single. Plus I knew she had to fuck if she was seeing a married man because no married man would waste time if he wasn’t getting something. She learned from me that I had a steady job and my own place. We made plans for her to come over to my place the following afternoon. She was embarrassed to have me come by her place. She lived with her mother, step-dad and another sibling in a single wide trailer near a local high school. She arrived wearing tight jeans, a white blouse and a beige bra underneath. In her hand she had two movies for us to watch. I remember them both well, Tommy Boy and Night of the Living Dead. I invited her in, did the quick show around and to the sofa for a movie. I put Night of the Living Dead in the VHS player. By the time the k**s were going to fuck in the cemetery I had her reclined tongue kissing her and fondling her ample breasts. I was to her right on my side against the back of the sofa and she was laying on her back. I would fondle each breast some then work my right hand down to rub her pussy through her jeans. Each canlı bahis time she would take my hand slowly and move it to her left tit without breaking our kiss. This became a little frustrating but I had to remember, this was just the first date. I suppose she grew tired of my persistence and she rolled to her left. Now we were spooning. She seemed to be watching the TV so I reached around and began to fondle her tits again. This time I went under her shirt and felt them with her bra on and then I slid my fingers under the bra and freed her tits. I raised up on my elbow and she turned her head to the right and we kissed passionately again as I kneaded her tits. I pushed her blouse and bra together up under her chin and lowered my mouth to suckle her. Like a hungry c***d I took her right nipple in and sucked hard. I teased her nipples with the tip of my tongue, I sucked them, I squeezed her tits. Her hips started making circles so I moved my right hand to her pussy again without taking my mouth off her left nipple. I managed to rub her hard up and down her slit several times before she stopped me. Again she returned my hand to her tits. Now this whole time my cock has been erect and seeping a steady stream of pre-cum. So much in fact that my underwear was slimy with my cum. It felt like my cock would burst, ripping the skin it was so engorged with blood. Frustrated, I pulled back from her. She looked puzzled at me. She said, “I can’t, He…” then her voice trailed off. She then raised her head up to meet my lips and kissed me. I suppose this was to keep me from asking what she meant. I had grown tired of the kissing and moved back to her tits and she held my head up to face her and asked, “what do you want?” I quickly responded with, “ a blow job, hand job, something.” She then lowered her mouth to kiss me more. A few seconds passed and she asked if we could spread out on the bed. She had been feeling like she could fall any minute on the sofa . We got up and I led her down the hallway to my bedroom and my bed. We got on top the bed and we kissed. Now she could move her arms more and she took her blouse and bra off as I hurriedly took my shirt off. Again I worked down to her breasts and my hand continued to her upper thighs and stopping to rest atop her pubic bahis siteleri mound. My plan had been to slip inside her waistband but again I was stopped. A few seconds later she pushed me and I rolled to my back and she came up kissing me and I felt her hands all over my chest and stomach. She then moved to take one of my nipples in her mouth and then I felt it. Her hand rubbed the front of my pants and she began to tug at my belt. In a flash I reached down undoing my belt. She sat up and backed down the mattress. Up on her knees she pulled my pants to my knees with my underwear and then lowered her mouth to my cock. I was a slimy mess with all my pre-cum coating. She took it in and her mouth and it felt like heaven. Hot and wet. She started bobbing her head up and down with a constant rhythm. I compared it to an oil derrick. It felt so good I couldn’t last. I tapped her on the top of her head to warn her I was about to cum. All I could see was her full head of hair covering my belly but she quickly looked up and coming off my cock said, “It’s OK.” while promptly returning to bobbing. This hands free cock sucking was the best I’d ever had and to make it hotter, it’s a 19 year old doing it. I came with gusto. She backed up to my cock head and swallowed each stream as it hit the back of her throat. Then she continued bobbing until I was empty and my cock became too sensitive. At that point I didn’t care if I ever fucked her. She got dressed and said she had to get home. I walked her to her car outside. She said she wanted to come back the following afternoon. We kissed goodnight and she left. I went to bed happy but a little confused. I didn’t understand what was going on about her pussy. I told myself that maybe she wanted to mess around more but didn’t want me to loose respect for her and tomorrow maybe I can finger fuck her or even eat her out. A girl had explained to me, “sucking a dick is like kissing, sort of.” But the “He” that slipped out probably meant something but who cares, I want her to suck my dick again tomorrow.The next day arrived and Michelle showed up again. I welcomed her in and we put Tommy Boy on. Before we found out about Rob Lowe and Bo Derrick, she had my dick out and was sucking my cock as I sat watching the TV. She skipped all the kissing bahis şirketleri and groping and went for it. In about 5 minutes I was unloading my nuts in her mouth and she swallowed it all. A little swig of Mountain Dew and she was ready to sit against me while I fondled her tits. (I thought at the time how funny an advertising campaign would be for Mountain Dew as a cum chaser.) I fondled her and she raised up and removed her top and bra and we returned to me rubbing her tits. Her hand moved over and began rubbing my cock and it responded. I then laid her back and kissed her mouth working downward on her neck and chest. Like the night before as I sucked her nipples I made another attempt at her pussy. She was breathing hard, moaning, hips raising up and making circles but as soon as I attempted to slide a hand inside her pants she stopped me. I’m thinking if she on her period she’d probably just come out and say it but this “goody two-shoes” act is starting to get old. She pushed my off of her and as I sat up she moved forward lowering herself to my cock and she went back to sucking. It was wonderful. This blowjob lasted much longer. Her jaw must have gotten tired because for the first time she started pumping my dick. I emptied a much smaller load, she swallowed and made an excuse to leave. I wanted to fuck her savagely at this point but my cock was deflated . We said goodbye and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to figure her out. I called the guy up who through the party I met her at. He said he was clueless but to take every blowjob I could get and “who cares about pussy if you’re having your cock sucked !” He called back a little later after using this as an excuse to call the girl that was there with Michelle. She told him that Michelle wanted to keep my interest because I was a nice guy, with a job and his own place, but, she loved “married man” and wanted to be able to tell him she hadn’t been with anyone other than him. Now it made some sense. I get to be a safety net if he doesn’t come around soon. Well a couple weeks passed with this routine repeating several times until his wife filed separation papers. Having no other pussy he came around and she couldn’t see me anymore. To this day, 25 year later I think of her for two things 1. Great blowjobs and 2. Girl logic (previously I had not known that sucking a guy’s dick is not cheating but having your dick sucked is). A few months later another girl explained that to me again while discussing Bill Clinton.