Sara reached over and flipped Denise’s skirt up, showing that she’d lost her panties, probably at the same time as she lost her top. My eyes darted towards her top and sure enough, I could see her panties were there as well.
“Well? You’re not going to keep a girl waiting are you?” Sara demanded, pushing me towards Denise.
The view I now had told me that Denise shaved and that she was absolutely ready for me. Whether I was ready for her was another question entirely, virgin as I was. I didn’t see any way out that wouldn’t make me a laughing stock and forced to resign. There again, if I continued on as requested I might still be forced to resign. I decided that if I might be forced to resign no matter what I did I might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.
I unbuckled my belt and pushed my trousers down, my erection now properly free and hunting.
“Um, Denise, he’s dropped his strides and he had more hidden away that we thought,” remarked Sara with a giggle.
If Denise had any thoughts on the matter it was too late for her to express them. Virgin I might be but I was also educated. The internet is a wonderful thing. I knew precisely what to do. I also knew to take my time initially, that bit of advice coming from a friend who was no longer a virgin and had found out the hard way that wham, bam, thank you ma-am, was not the way to go.
I initiated contact fast enough but once my erection was engaged I took my own sweet time easing down her passage. From the comments coming from Denise there’s a happy medium where speed of entry is concerned and I’d failed on the slow side. I didn’t care. I liked the feel of what we were doing and I fully intended to draw it out as long as possible.
I reached around her and under her blouse so her breasts were in my hands. I started fondling them while I also started giving Denise her ride. I took my time pressing into her and retreating while Denise moved with me quite eagerly. Very eagerly, for that matter. She urged me to hurry up and get on with it.
I was finding the feeling of me erection rubbing up and down her passage to be rather exhilarating. Not really the sort of thing you can describe — it needs to be experienced. I certainly liked it enough to not want it to stop. It would stop, of course, once I ejaculated, so the trick would be to put that off for as long as possible.
I continued to take my time. I’d found a rhythm that seemed to maximise that feeling without pushing me over the edge, although it came close a time or two. For some reason Denise didn’t agree with my style, demanding I pick up the pace, but I ignored her demands. She was getting what she originally wanting, after all. Sara, for her part, was watching and giggling.
There came a point where Denise made a very odd sound and shivered, the shiver seeming to run back and forth along her body. At the same time her passage clamped around my cock and I was damned lucky not to blow my load there and then.
As soon as Denise relaxed a little I was back to my stroke play, this time putting a little more effort into it. If Denise was going to pull that stunt again I’d be bound to spill over and I wanted to be the one to trigger that.
I banged in harder and faster, surprised to see Denise had a hand jammed in her mouth, not that it completely stopped odd sounds from spilling out. I finally hit my stride and cut loose, spraying her inside for all I was worth. I idly thought that if she was feeling hot then my ‘watering’ her would cool her down. Silly me. I apparently threw gas on the fire and she exploded. She made a very strange cry and started shaking, her passage clamping around me as she proceeded to milk me for all that I had.
I pulled back and out, breathing hard. Sara was there, handing me some tissues.
“There you go stud,” she giggled. Wipe yourself down and pull up your pants. You’re embarrassing me.”
I gave her a filthy look but put the tissues to good use. Pants up and fastened, I hastened to unload the trolley.
The way the girls behaved for the rest of the night you’d never known anything had happened. As far as I was concerned I was only too happy to leave it at that. I will admit that I wondered if Denise would try it again some night but no. The whole incident might never have happened.
I should mention I wasn’t concerned that the girls might have tried to use the incident against me. After that first flash of boobs I had taken precautions. Namely, my phone in my shirt pocket with the camera facing away from me. I had an excellent video with sound of the whole event, not that I intended to use it for anything. Just self-defence if required, which it wasn’t. Still keeping the video though.
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