Night out

Hi there, this is Meenakshi again with a beautiful story. Some names in the story has been changed, sorry for the changes. It was early that Saturday morning when I awoke to the dreadfully loud ringing of the phone, on the other end I heard the overly excited and chipper voice of my best friend Sampada. “Good morning sleepy head” she said, “Im on my way over to your house to drag your ass outta bed.” Oh great I thought, looking at the clock through half-closed eyes “only 8:35”. I had been up until about 2:00 this morning after a date with a guy and with only six hours sleep, the affects of that night had not worn off yet. I said to Sampada, “ok, Im getting up right now”. I hung up the phone quickly and turned my legs out of the covers for my feet to meet the floor. It was cold outside, being December, and chilly in the house compared to the warmth of my waterbed. I felt the cold air rush up my warm legs and give me Goosebumps. I stood up and the cool air quickly encircled my entire naked body, I felt my nipples harden, and I shivered slightly as I walked across the room to get my robe. I stopped briefly and went to the two huge French doors, which lead from my bedroom out onto a huge deck outside.

I parted the curtains wide. The morning light shone in and I squinted my early morning eyes to fend off the bright light until I could adjust. It was a grey day lots of clouds, and frost was covering everything the air had touched. I watched as a few stray snowflakes danced their way to earth. I opened the curtains wider and stood very naked looking out for the entire world to see me if they had a chance. Of course no one had a view of my deck that is where I would walk out on early summer mornings before getting dressed, loving the feeling of the fresh days air enveloping my nakedness and where I would tan endlessly, thrilled that I would have no tan lines. But this morning, there was no way my naked body was going to get even close to that outside world. I turned and headed for my bathroom, I started the shower and the hot water quickly developed a thick steam in the cool room, I disrobed. I glanced at myself in the mirror and smiled to myself at the sight before entering the fully glass shower stall. The water felt so good, so hot. It caressed my tired skin, kneaded my breasts and stomach, and tickled slightly as it ran down the length of my legs. I breathed deeply, as I felt the heat pour between my legs and touch my nicely trimmed pussy. I closed my eyes and thought dreamily of the night of love before. My mind envisioned the cock pistoning in and out of me just 8 hours earlier. I still felt the throbbing sensation deep inside.

I reached for the soap and began massaging my entire body with it; the fresh smell tantalized my senses as I breathed it in. Soon I was covered from head to toe with slippery soap. My hands slid across every inch. I cupped both of my ample tits, the nipples hardened against my palms, I thought how nice they were and large for my tiny 51″ 106 pound frame. I pondered at how firm they were as I gently squeezed them and thought of all the compliments I received about them and even the crude comments from the perverted guys at school. My hands worked downwards over my tight tummy, abs that I work on constantly, making sure, they stay flat and firm, year is worth of silly crunches paid off, I thought to myself. I massaged the soap in to my skin, not missing a single inch. My hands trailed to my ass, “the greatest personal asset” I thought, “it and my legs.” Small indeed but very shapely and tight, firm and tanned. I giggled to myself as my hands caressed the two halves, not quite the same feeling as Johns hands felt like on them last night. His were strong and large, and squeezed my ass perfectly as I sat on top of him and slid up and down on his embedded cock. At one point he controlled my up and down motion, by gripping my ass and hips tightly and then thrusting his hips up and down, driving his hard-on into me relentlessly. On his up stroke, he would push me down to meet his thrusts, flowing his flesh so hard and deep inside of my wetness.

His cock was not that big, I thought to myself, thank god, or I would be so sore today, I would not be able to walk, because his staying power was good. He worked his cock in and out for about 90 minutes straight, at different tempos, and different positions. Of course, “I sucked him to a mind blowing orgasm earlier in our love making session, which Im sure helped him last longer on round two.” My hands had just worked there way to my now wet pussy, massaging the soapy hand over the sensitive luscious lips and to the love button itself, when I was thrown into reality by the sound of Sampadas voice… “Hey girlfriend, damn you sure can steam up a bathroom” she laughed. “Im going to get on the computer and go to Naughty Chat until you get out ok?” I replied “sure”. I continued my shower, of course not as naughty as it was beginning to be. My mind drifted to sampada.

She was my very best friend in the world, always has been. Definitely a hottie as well. She had more than her share of harassing guys and dates as well as offers. She and I were double trouble I thought to myself. She was tanned like me, much taller however, with a beautiful body. Her long straight blond hair went down to her nice ass, and was a huge contrast to my long brunette wavy locks. We worked out together, swam and tanned together, shopped together, dated together, and just shared life in general together. There was nothing we did not know about the other, nothing. She again breaks the silence of my thoughts by asking about my date last night and laughing an evil laugh, I just giggle. “Oh that tells me everything” she replies. I finish my shower and step out of my glass encased dreamland. My legs almost feel weak as I put on a clean robe and wrap my hair in a towel. Walking out of the bathroom, I see sampada is chatting online in the Rusty Screw Pub with a guy named Tom. She is laughing hysterically. I take off my robe and begin to towel dry my body.

She suddenly says, “damn if I was a guy I would have a huge hard-on right now” I glance up and see her looking at me; I feel my cheeks get flushed at her comments. I have never had another girl say anything like that to me. She continues, “Oh cmon Brandi, you are absolutely gorgeous from head to toe, how could any human not have some kind of feelings looking at you naked.” She turns and continues her chat session. I finish getting ready to go, hair, makeup, and clothes. Sampada says her good-byes to Tom online and turns off the computer.

My mind cannot stop thinking about her comments, an almost strange feeling of excitement raced through my body after she said it, a feeling I had never felt before. After greeting my parents with good mornings and hugs, we head out the door to the awaiting day. We take Sampada’s car because it is warm already, and head to the mall. Both buying new outfits for the nights party that lies just a daytime away, we go from store to store trying on clothes. At some, both going into the same dressing room if big enough, as to see each others selection and give our opinions. I again think of her comments as she stands in front of me in the dressing room of 5-7-9, my favorite store, in just her bra and panties. I look at her suddenly in a very different way than ever before, she is very, and very sexy I think to myself. Then I wonder oh my God, I am looking at my best friend, another girl with thoughts of lust, what is wrong with me? I find a beautiful dress in my size, short and much fitted but I love it. A sexy “After Eight” black number with cutouts in all the right places. I look at myself in the mirror and like the way it really shows off my body and my tan. “Hey if you have it, flaunt it right?”

Sampada says, “thats the one, my God its a serious head turner”. I end up buying boots to match and a short waist length jacket as well. We spend the rest of the day together having lunch and taking in a matinee movie. Every single move that sampada does I end up conspiring into something more. My mind is in a fit of arousal or something. Finally, as the day comes to a close, sampada drops me off at home to get ready to go to the party. We agree I will pick her up at eight. I watch as she drives off. I carry the bags and myself into my house. I shower again, shave my legs, etc., and get myself all dolled up for a fun night. Getting dressed, I put on no bra or panties, just black pantyhose, as underwear would show under the dress. I hate lines from panties. The dress is designed so no bra is needed. My tanned breasts swell at the top, showing enough flesh to tease; my tanned cleavage looks fabulous through one of the cutouts. The dress makes my tits look bigger than they are, I think, as I look at myself in the mirror. I turn to look at my ass in the dress and marvel at the way everything looks. The dress hemline falls at mid thigh, showing off my sculptured tanned legs, the short-heeled boots accent them even more. I love to dress in outfits that you have to watch and control the whole time you are out. As to not accidentally show too much. Yes conceited, I think, wow!!! Happy with the way I look, I grab my jacket and purse and head out the bedroom door.

Kissing the folks goodnight and telling them where Im going, and listening to Dads comments about my outfit, I head out into the garage and climb into my car. The leather of my 300ZX is cold against my skin and I shudder in chill. I push the button on the garage door opener and drive out into the dark. I feel as naughty and good at the same time as the turbo engine purrs on my lil sport scar and my engine races inside my lil body! I get sampada and we head over to the party. She is dressed to kill as well and looking seriously hot. I climb out into the night and suddenly feel the rush of ice-cold air race up my legs, up my dress and straight to my nakedness. My god what was I thinking. I grab Sampada’s hand and move quickly to the warmth of the house. Three guys greet us at the door with immediate wows and comments and roaming eyes, we just giggle and enter. I immediately feel and welcome the warmth. The crowd is already huge, and the party is in full swing, the host of the party Matt, comes up, welcomes us with kisses on the cheek and offers us a drink. On his return with drinks, he quickly starts in with “So Brandi how come we have never gone out” sampada says, “Jeeze Matt you get her one drink and already youre moving in for the kill” “I told you Brandi, you and that dress are a dangerous but great combination.” She then laughs.

Not wanting to upset anyone right from the start, after being asked by I dont know how many people, I dance the first few dances with sampada, leaving the wanting guys out on the sidelines for a while. Then a slow song comes up, John, my sweetie from the night before, makes an appearance and asks me for this dance, I say sure. I close my eyes and soak up the feelings of his strong arms around me as Celine Dion belts out “My Heart Will Go On” I feel my breasts pushed up against him and the nipples harden under the fabric as his hands roam freely all over my back and butt. He whispers into my ear about the night before and how great it was, how I spoiled his cock like no one ever had. He said he thought about my sweet lips wrapped around it and my tight pussy all day long. I just moan a response. I suddenly feel his excitement against me as we dance seductively. “My God he is rock hard”…I feel the throb of his cock as it pulsates in the confines of his jeans. I look around at everyone else dancing, all are in there own worlds it seems.

I reach down a tiny hand and rub the bulging crotch. I feel the entire outline of his swollen member pushing against the denim of his button fly. I hear him groan in my ear as he gently nibbles and sucks on my ear lobe. He whispers suddenly, “I’ve got to feel you, please” He takes me by the hand and walks me through Matts house quickly; we stop at a doorway that he swings open. I hesitate briefly telling him, “I just got here.” He ignores me. Walking inside he switches a light on, it is the laundry room. “No partiers here” he says with a huge smile. He closes the door, then takes me in his arms and kisses me deeply, I feel his tongue push inside my mouth and seek out mine. Our tongues intertwine and dance together. I feel his hand on one of my ass cheeks and briefly get the image from the night before. I gently suck on his tongue, which causes him to moan out. “I love your lips Brandi”. I feel the wetness develop between my legs as my heat rises. He takes my hand and places it on his crotch; I rub it and feel it come to life under my touches. It throbs and jerks as if trying to escape the jeans. As if with a mind of its own, my hand undoes the top button of John’s jeans, then the second, and third.

I part the fly and suddenly Johns hard love muscle leaps out into the open. I encase it with my small fingers, barely wrapping around the thick shaft. It throbs powerfully in my hand. I move my hand back and forth slowly, causing John to moan out an “oohhh yesss!” John then pushes his jeans down to his ankles and hops up onto the washing machine. I look at his cock pointing straight up to the ceiling. Veins run around and down the length of the shaft. The head is purple and swollen and begging for my lips, I know. I look up into Johns eyes. They speak a thousand words but a few very clearly, like all guys eyes do at this moment. I move forwards and again take a hold of his dick; it is so very hot in my hand. I pump the skin up and down the length a few times. His cock is maybe, maybe 6 inches in length, but fairly fat and as hard as steel. His heavy balls are pretty big though, hanging down between his thighs. I caress them with my other hand that brings another groan. I again look into his eyes, then lean forward and kiss the tip of his cock with my full plump lips. He jerks his hips upwards just slightly. I giggle knowing he wants to drive it into my wet mouth. I tease him with my tongue, and with kisses asking him in my most seductive teasing voice, “What do you want Hon”, “Tell me what you want”… I get him to the point that he begs me to suck his cock, pleading with me to please wrap my beautiful lips around his shaft. Wanting to taste his flesh as bad as he wants to feel me sucking on him I let in, plunging furiously down on his entire length. The head hits the back of my mouth, and he almost screams out with pleasure.

I continue massaging his balls as I release my other hand from the shaft and let my mouth do all the work there. On the down strokes, I swirl my tongue all over the soft silky feeling head. I stop bobbing my head up and down every now and then to savor the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I play with his pee hole with the tip of my talented tongue and taste the first drops of precum on my tongue…mmmmmm…..I know once I really get into giving head, guys cannot last very long at all. I have a technique that works wonders. My lips are perfect for sucking a guy’s penis, and my tongue knows exactly how to work over every inch of flesh, to drive an orgasm out of even the most stubborn of dicks. I grip my lips tighter around Johns throbbing wet shaft and slide every inch into my hungry mouth, I bob my head with more authority up and down the full length. His pubic hair slightly tickles my nose as his cockhead almost heads down my throat.

I move even faster now, feeling Johns hips begin to buck to meet my face, his breathing gets even deeper and he begins to groan and then moan that hes going to cum, “Please dont stop” he yells as he begins fucking his engorged cock into my mouth, I suck for all its worth knowing my treat is almost there. I feel his cock swell even bigger just as the first explosion occurs. A massive hot flood of cum shoots into my throat, just then the damn door to the laundry room swings open. In shock, we both look at Matt, smiling at us, and commenting that, “thats no fair” and “how the hell did you get this lucky John.” I keep my mouth on Johns cock until his orgasm subsides, not wanting to be sprayed with sperm this early into the party. I release his softening member from my mouth and stand up fully, wiping my chin and mouth in case any of his powerful ejaculation escaped my lips. Matt, with a smirk, says “Now me?” I look at him and say “I think not” quite embarrassed that I got caught giving head to John in his laundry room.

His reply was “Awwww cmon Brandi be a sport” then he laughed. John was doing up his pants, I looked at him and smiled, straighten my dress and hair, then turn to leave. Matt punched John in the arm and mumbled something to him about being a lucky son of a bitch. I escaped the room and headed to a bathroom, to clean up and to later find a drink. I finally catch up with sampada. She is having a blast and I tell her sorry I was absent for a while. We both get drinks and begin to mingle with everyone else, John finds us and just whispers in my ear “Thank you”… Then smiles and says “I cant believe we got busted”, we both shrug and laugh. Sampada of course hears, and wants to know what we were doing, we again laugh. Hours passed and the party was cranking and seemed to get wilder as the night wore on and the drinks started to take affect. I was even feeling a little bit silly and more giggly than usual. As people started to dissipate into different rooms or head home as it was getting late, I danced a few more dances and drank a few more drinks and then got sampada and asked if she was ready to leave. I did not want to have to drive home too drunk, even though we were in the same neighborhood. She said sure she did not care nor have any reason to stay later. I found John and told him we were heading to my house and that I would see him tomorrow. He did not want me to go and then offered to come home with me even. He was quite drunk and I did not think that would be a good idea.

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