“Sweaty” Part 2 & Part 3

“Sweaty” Pt2 & 3.2
by Julius
Copyright 2005

Pt, 2




Mitzi wasn’t sure what to do. Pull up her shorts and
go home? Keep her cool and stay? She looked down at
Matthew’s cock, sighed and stayed.

“Hi Kim, what’s hapnin’?” this from Matthew.

“Fell asleep and they went to beach without me.”

“Mitzi, this is Kim.”

“Er, hi Kim,” said Mitzi. Matthew’s sweet cock stayed
erect. How in God’s name did he manage that?

Kim grinned at Mitzi and knelt behind the sofa,
forearms on the top, her chin resting on her hands.
Dear heavens, thought Mitzi, is she just going to stay
and watch? Suddenly shy under the girl’s gaze Mitzi
didn’t want to expose her breasts. Silly really, she
thought, when her shorts were round her ankles.

Matthew’s erection finally showed signs of subsiding
and Mitzi cursed Kim silently. She got to her feet and
stepped out of her shorts, Kim stared at her and Mitzi
was suddenly, sadly aware of the age gap.

“How old are you Kim?”

“Eighteen, same as Matt. How old are you?”

“It’s rude to ask a woman her age,” said Matthew,
perhaps feeling left out, “and she’s not my mother,
Mitzi lives next door.”

“Oh,” said Kim, sounding a little disappointed.

“I’m forty-eight Kim,” Mitzi sighed and turned to sit
beside Matthew. She felt tears swell her eyes, her
bare old thigh against his bare young thigh. Christ,
why hadn’t she locked the door, better yet, bought a
new lawn mower?

She closed her eyes for a moment. Waiting perhaps,
for Kim to take the hint and just go. Really she
didn’t know quite what to do. Then she felt Kim sit
beside her. “That’s cool, my mom’s forty-one.”

Mitzi thought about departure again and looked
ruefully at her crumpled shorts on the floor. Could
she mange enough dignity to get them on? She leaned
forward.

But Kim produced the remote. The screen flickered to
life. The tape must have been running, the scene had
changed.

“Kim!” said an embarrassed Matthew.

“Hey!” exclaimed Kim, staring.

A girl with remarkably red hair was sprawled in a
chair while a man buried his face between her thighs.

Matthew reached across Mitzi for the remote. Kim
snatched it away.

“No! Let’s watch this,” she snapped, suddenly in
charge.

Three pairs of eyes stared at the screen. Mitzi felt a
strong urge to giggle.

“Ever do that Matt?” Kim asked.

Matt said ‘no’ in a soft voice and Mitzi knew he
wished he could tell the girl ‘yes’.

“Would you like to try?” asked Mitzi. She put her hand
to her mouth, astounded, horrified that she’d uttered
the words.

Matthew grunted and eased forward. Mitzi felt near to
panic. Time to be going, she felt old and she felt
very stupid.

Matthew moved off the sofa with clumsy grace and onto
his knees at Mitzi’s feet. His hot hands rested on her
knees. “Can I try?” he asked very quietly.

“Won’t Kim mind?” Mitzi asked.

“I don’t care,” Kim sounded as if she cared very much,
“it’s not like we’re an item or anything.”

Mitzi’s body didn’t care about codes of behaviour, it
was still running on cock-induced heat. She found
herself wriggling her ass towards the edge of the sofa
and spreading her legs.

She wondered if this was Matthew’s first close up of a
real pussy, a real, in the flesh, open pussy. Mitzi
slid her hands down and peeled herself farther open.
“Oh wow!” she heard him breathe the words. He looked
up into her eyes, suddenly very young and very shy.

If he’d been watching the videos there could be no
real surprises surely. “Look if you like,” she told
him, wishing Kim was somewhere far away. But Kim was
silently watching the little tableau. Maybe she was
wondering where this was all going.

Mitzi had begun trimming her pubic hair a few months
back and thought herself rather daring. Now she gazed
down at the line of dark brown hair leading up from
her pussy towards her belly button. She could see her
own pinkness and the paler button that was her clit.
She held her breath as Matthew slowly leaned forward,
poked out his tongue and licked her.

Mitzi’s body jerked and went rigid. Matthew raised his
head quickly, as if afraid he’d hurt her.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” Mitzi’s voice was a
hoarse croak.

He leaned forward again and pressed his mouth over the
junction of her labia and sucked gently as if knowing
what to do. His tongue found the firm nipple that was
her clit and he began to do all the right things.
Mitzi sobbed and squirmed under his face.

She gave a little scream and her thighs squeezed
together, clamping his chest. Then she opened her legs
and began bucking against his face.

The girl on the screen was coming or at least
pretending to. But Mitzi wasn’t pretending, she was
having the orgasm of her life or so it seemed right
then.

And then, she was begging him to stop, trying to push
his head away from her pussy. Sensory overload had hit
her. Matthew raised his head, breathing hard. Her
breasts seemed about to lift out of her bikini top
with each breath. Was she laughing or crying, she
didn’t know?

“Oh Matthew, Matthew, that was beautiful. Beautiful,
beautiful, beautiful.”

“Really?” he said, sounding amazed at his success.

“Mmmm,” murmured Mitzi, her eyes closed, she was awash
in the afterglow.

She let her eyes peep through her lashes and watched
him. He was sat back on his heels. His hand was to his
mouth. It was wet, his chin was wet. She could see him
sniffing his fingers, smelling her.

She looked down at his cock, it was rigid and drooling
precum. A gossamer strand joined him, by mere
molecules, to the carpet. There, she thought, was a
young man who badly needed to come.

“Matt,” Kim had spoken so quietly he’d barely heard
her.

He looked at Kim, “What?”

She was blushing scarlet, “Would you do that to me?”

He looked at Mitzi, asking silently.

Mitzi was watching him, a half smile on her face. “Go
on Matthew, do it to her, she’ll love it.”

He moved awkwardly sideways on his knees, his cock
waving.