“Keep licking me slowly,” she said, playing with her boobs and pinching her pink nipples.
I did as she instructed, happy to oblige Cindy while losing all track of time in my parent’s garage. I could feel her pussy lips and sucked on them with my own lips. She moaned agreeably when I pressed my tongue on her soaking wet vagina, giving in to whatever I was doing.
When she started to pull off her swimsuit, I helped her to get it off her body. I was mesmerized by the combination of tan and pale skin and by what I saw as a flawless body. Her pussy hair was a dark-brown color and was bushy. Except for her flip-flops and an ankle bracelet, Cindy was naked.
The chair she had been sitting on earlier was sturdy enough for her to put her left on it. She wanted her pussy open and on display for more of my probing. I went right for her pink interior, acknowledging her glorious clitoris. I was going all on instinct, letting her body language and verbal cues guide me. She used one hand on her tits and another one to work with me in getting her off. I tried my best to get the most out of her, making her my universe’s center. I felt submissive to her, knowing if I did well, there might be more adventures with her in the future.
My crush looked amazing, greedily going for her orgasm and not caring if I even had needs of my own that needed attention. I didn’t mind; just being in the same room with her made me feel vital. Using her body in a sexual way was on another level, and I knew that and was grateful.
“I’m so close,” she said, contorting her face and not worrying about how it looked.
When Cindy brushed me away, I knew to back off and let her finish herself off. Her fingers worked quickly, knowing what tune to play and what numbers would open the lock to her orgasm. I looked on in anticipation of when she would deliver her ending. I never expected that her joy and release would mean a sharp squirt of ejaculate that bravely landed on my face. That gesture forever bonded me to Cindy, putting a stamp on our time hiding out in the garage.
“Wow!” I said, inspecting her fluid with my fingers.
“Thank you for helping me,” Cindy said, looking momentarily spent.
Someone had entered the garage and cleared their throat. I had to look behind Cindy to see that it was, fortunately, my sister, standing with her arms folded and a smirk on her face.
“How long have you been watching us?” I said, slightly embarrassed.
“I’ve seen plenty,” Breanna said.
“We’re done,” Cindy said, taking her foot off of the chair.
“I’ll give you a ride home after you get dressed,” Breanna said, exiting the garage.
Her clothes were scattered on the garage floor, but I retrieved them for Cindy. I watched her as she put on her swimsuit, shorts, and hoodie. I wanted to prolong our moment, but it was over. We had been caught by my sister, but I didn’t know what to make of it. Breanna really didn’t seem angry, but things were obviously finished for the day.
Cindy kissed me on the lips as we exited the garage. I still had a full erection that I would handle after Cindy was gone. It felt like a loss on one level, but on another level, I had gained entry to something magical and purposeful.
“I would have taken care of you if your sister had not interrupted us” Cindy said, zippering her hoodie up.
“Next time?” I said, hopefully.
Cindy nodded her head and gave me another kiss on the lips. I looked into her blue eyes and looked at her facial features with a sense of ownership. I wanted her more than I had when she was just a crush.
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