Menage a quatre

There was this cute girl, Sandra, working at my work. I guessed that she was about my age. At the time I was just 20. When she first started work she would smile at me, whenever we met, and say “hello”. As time went by we started to chat, and later we would flirt outrageously. I’m pretty sure that she initiated the flirting.

Then my steady girlfriend of two years dumped me because she had met someone new. She left me depressed and lacking self confidence. Somehow flirting with Sandra cheered me up a bit. Eventually I summoned up the courage to invite her for a date. She looked pleased.

“Ron. I thought that you would never ask. I’d love to go on a date with you. Where are we going?”

We agreed that we would go on Friday night to my favourite restaurant, which has a view over Sydney harbour. It’s a bit expensive, but I was keen to impress her.

When I told my mum, she looked pleased.

“Hey. That’s great, Ron. If she’s here next morning I’ll be happy to serve her breakfast.”

“Hell! Mum! It’s only a first date. However, if I don’t come home, don’t worry about me.”

Mum and I lived alone, except that one or other of her two boyfriends sometimes stayed overnight, and before my girlfriend dumped me she was often there for breakfast on Saturday and Sunday mornings.

The meal went very well, I thought. She seemed to appreciate the meal, the wine, the view across the harbour, and the general ambiance. We chatted and flirted with each other comfortably. My depression had vanished. In the taxi, on the way to her place, she sat close to me and held my hand. I was pretty sure that I could count on a good-night kiss when I dropped her off.

“Thank you, driver. Would you mind waiting while I say good night to my friend?”

“Don’t be silly, Ron. Pay the driver off and come inside with me. The night’s still young.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s been a wonderful evening so far, but I don’t want it to end yet.”

As soon as her front door was shut she kicked off her shoes, then tugged at something on the back of her neck and her dress slid down her body and pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it completely naked and just left it there. I knew that she was not wearing a bra because her dress exposed her naked back almost down to her bum crack, and now I knew that she had not been wearing panties either. Wow!

“I hope that you don’t mind, Ron? I really like to be naked whenever possible. I think that my young body is too beautiful to hide under clothes.”

“Well. As long as you don’t mind me staring at all your beautiful bits, I don’t mind at all. How come no panties?”

“I thought that you might try to grope me, either under the table at the restaurant or in the taxi. I thought that my bare pussy would be a nice surprise for you.”

“Shit, Sandra. I would have been satisfied with a good-night kiss outside your front door. I guess I should be more ambitious around you.”

Then she stepped up to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me and, of course, I responded. What red-blooded young male would not?

“Would you like another drink, first, or shall we just go to bed now?”

How would you answer that question when a stunning, naked blond (Her pubic hair, what’s left of it, matches the hair on her head.) was pressing her huge breasts into your chest? Minutes later we were in her bedroom and she was helping me undress.

Sandra pushed me backwards against the bed, so that I ended up sitting with my feet on the floor and my bum on the bed. Sandra urged my knees apart and knelt on the floor between them. To say that my cock felt wonderful in her mouth is an understatement – it was a magnificent feeling.

“I’m … about … to … cum.” I managed to warn her.

She sped up, not taking me as deep in her mouth, but she was jacking the base of my cock with her hand. I shot half a dozen ropes of cum in her mouth. She held still with the head of my cock just inside her lips. When I had finished she showed me her mouth full of my white cum before she swallowed and showed me that her mouth was now empty. Then she licked me clean with her tongue.

“How come your cock is still so hard?”

“Well.