Private Lessons

"That's another hour I'm not getting back," I thought to myself as I watched my date drive off.

I had just been on a disastrous Tinder date. She did match her profile picture, which was an improvement on a lot of my recent matches, but we had nothing in common. It was like someone else had been replying to her messages when we had been arranging to meet. Add that to her spending almost all of the time on her phone replying to messages from her friends and it was not the recipe for success. I did the gentlemanly thing and walked her back to her car and checked the time as she drove off and was only 9:30 so I headed to a bar that had been recommended to me for a couple of drinks.

The bar had a friendly, relaxed feel, almost like an old school boozer. Some current pop music was playing in the background without dominating, the owners seemed to be trying to create a meeting space rather than somewhere just to drink, which suited me fine. They had a good selection of craft beers, so I chose one I hadn't tried before and turned to scan the room. It was reasonably busy with a mix of couples and groups of friends. I spotted a free table in the corner where I could watch the world go by and, after turning back to pay for my drink, I stepped back from the bar straight into a woman who was just walking past, spilling half her drink.

"Shit, sorry," I quickly apologised, "Can I please get you a new drink?"

"Mr Andrews?" asked the woman, completely throwing me. I am a teacher and only my students and their parents call me "Mr Andrews". The pretty redhead smiling at me was definitely too young to be a parent, but I didn't recognise her as a pupil, not that I would expect a pupil to make themselves known to me in a bar. I teach A-levels as well as GCSE, so I'm fully aware that some of my pupils will be out drinking underage, but I have managed to avoid bumping into any of them so far.

"It's Julie, Julie McDonald," the woman introduced herself, sensing my confusion. The name triggered something in my memory that made the reason for my confusion clear. Julie had been in my first A-Level Maths class that I taught when I was a newly qualified teacher. Conscious of the relatively small age gap I made a concerted effort to distance myself from my pupils, I wasn't there to be their friend and I certainly didn't want to get in any trouble if a female student misinterpreted something I said or did. Julie had been a good, intelligent student, obviously there to learn and had tended to dress quite plainly, not trying to attract any male attention, lightyears away from the tight white blouse and jeans she was wearing which clung to her slim body and nice, round breasts.

"Wow, it's a small world," I commented, "How are you doing?"

"Good, thanks," she replied, "I'd love to catch up, if you're not here with anyone."

"I'm on my own," I answered, "Consoling myself after a disastrous date. But what about you, I presume you're not here on your own?"

"I came with a couple of friends from work," Julie explained, "But I seem to be a bit of a third wheel now." She pointed at a couple in the corner, joined at the lips, the man's hand disappearing inside the woman's jacket. "I don't think they're going to miss me!"

"In that case I would love the company. What are drinking?" I got her a Jack Daniel's and coke and we sat at the table I had noticed earlier. Julie had graduated a couple of years earlier with a Maths degree and was now working in big data helping to distinguish between causation and correlation. They were chatting about the techniques she was using when her friends came up to them.

"Er, we're going to head off now," the woman said, "Are you OK to get back?" Julie glanced at me before replying.

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"I'll make sure she gets home safely," I reassured them, "Enjoy the rest of your night."

"Nice to meet you....." began the woman.

"Simon," I interjected before Julie could introduce me as Mr Andrews, which would have been awkward.

"Did you realise most of the girls in our class had a crush on you?" Julie asked as her friends left.

"It was my cross to bear," I smiled, "Seriously though, I was so nervous, it was my first A-Level class to teach, so I just wanted to make sure I got all the information across. They could have come in wearing signs around their necks and I probably wouldn't have noticed!"

"I'm sure there's still a few of them would be jealous of me sat here with you now." said Julie, returning my smile.

Feeling myself blush, not sure if I was reading the signs correctly, I stood up and got another round of drinks. When I returned, the conversation returned to what was happening at the school and which teachers were still there. Julie updated me on the classmates she was still in touch with and before we knew it, the bar was closing around us. We left and I walked Julie to the taxi rank, intending to get her sorted and then getting my own taxi. That was my intention, Julie had other ideas.

"Do you know," she began, turning towards me, "I'm sure there's more you could teach me." As she spoke, she undid the top button of her blouse revealing the gentle curve of her breasts and a hint of black lace. I wasn't misreading this signal. My mind was racing, I knew there was nothing wrong, it was over five years since I had last taught or even seen her and the age gap was smaller than many, but the look of it felt odd. She was beautiful and sexy though and it was a long time since I had made this kind of connection with someone. Before I could talk myself out of it, her hand was on the back of my neck and her lips on mine. Any thoughts of resistance melted away as her body pressed against mine, the stirring in my crotch took over all decision making responsibility.

"You place?" she asked, looking into my eyes as we broke for air.

"Absolutely," was my single word response, all my worries had vanished and all I wanted was to feel those lips again and to explore her tight body.

As we sat together in the back of the taxi for the short journey to my house, Julie slipped her hand into mine and rested her head on my shoulder. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating and I knew I didn't just want this to be a quick fuck.

When we got to my place, we were both a little peckish following the night of drinking, so I offered to make us a sandwich. As I did, I shouted through to ask if she wanted a drink.

"Do you have Jack Daniel's?" came the response.

"Yes"

"Do you have coke?"

"Yes"

"Can you put those together then please."

I fixed her drink with quite a generous pour and got myself a similarly generous tot of Jura whisky. With the drinks in one hand and the plate of sandwiches in the other, I returned to the lounge to a sight that stopped me in my tracks. Julie was lounging on the sofa where I had left her, but at some point between me leaving and returning, her blouse and jeans had gone missing, leaving her in a matching set of black bra and knickers, contrasting with her pale skin. It would seem that the first lesson would need to be patience.

Resisting the urge to fall on her body, I passed her drink to her and sat at the other end of the sofa, putting the plate between us.

"So, I've got to ask," I started, reaching for a sandwich, "The Julie I remember was quite quiet, focussed on her studies. How did you go from that to this sexy woman, quite comfortable lounging in your underwear with a relative stranger?"

"You are right," she began, "While I was doing A-levels, I knew I needed good grades so that was my focus, boys would just have been a distraction. I got what I needed and got into the uni I wanted. Fresher's week was a blur, but while I was more open to male attention, I wasn't getting any. That carried on during my first term, I was on top of my work and going out each weekend, but still nothing was happening. All the while, there were a couple of girls in my accommodation which, I don't think I'm being cruel in saying this, weren't any more attractive than me, but every other weekend there was a different man leaving their room. Eventually I asked one of them how they did it, and she just said 'confidence'. Suddenly it all made sense, I'd been waiting, hoping for someone to pay me attention. The next weekend, I went out, pushed myself forward more and had a very nice experience with a 2nd year sports psychologist. I never looked back.

Don't get me wrong, I am not a slut. If I hadn't bumped into you tonight and you weren't looking so good, I would just have gone home. But the realisation that my crush as an 18 year old wasn't much older than me and was available was too good a possibility to pass up."

The sandwiches vanished as we chatted, the sexual tension between us building slowly with each look. We both knew exactly where tonight was heading, but neither of us wanted to rush things.

I moved the plate from between us and eased myself closer to her, my hand falling onto her knee. I slowly edged my hand up the inside of her thigh as I leaned in to kiss her. As our lips met, Julie shifted her position slightly to bring her leg over mine, opening herself to my approaching hand. She sighed into my mouth as my hand reached between her legs, feeling the heat and the dampness of her arousal. I pushed the material of her underwear against her labia as our kiss deepened, low moans echoing in her throat.

Julie's hands held my head pulling it closer as our tongues explored each other's mouths. She pulled away with a gasp as my hand slipped inside her knickers, brushing against her sensitive lips. I coated the tips of fingers with her juices before stroking upwards, searching for her clitoris, her grip tightening against my head telling me I had found it. Her kissing increased in fervour as I rubbed her clit.

"Where's your bedroom?" she asked me desperately, eyes aflame.

"Up the stairs, first door on the left."

Julie leapt to her feet and headed towards the stairs. I quickly followed her, my eyes glued to her arse cheeks, rocking from side to side, the thin black lace disappearing between them. Some movement higher up caught my eye and I dragged my eyes away from her buttocks just in time to see Julie undoing her bra and letting it fall to the floor before entering my bedroom.

I could only watch, mouth open as Julie climbed onto my bed and what can only be described as prowled up towards the headboard, her lithe movements bringing to mind a stealthy jaguar. Once she reached the top, she turned onto her back and I was finally able to feast my eyes on her breasts. The full, pale curves were topped with deep pink nipples, standing firm, waiting to be played with. Her nipples were surrounded by pale brown aerolea roughly the size of fifty pence coins. I couldn't believe my luck as she traced the outline of her breast with one hand while the other disappeared into the waistband of her underwear.

She raised her eyebrows at me, silently asking if I was going to stand there all day. I didn't need telling twice and quickly removed my clothes. As I lowered my boxer shorts, my hard cock sprang free, finally released from its confines. At a little over 6" it wasn't the biggest in the world, but had a reasonable girth and I hadn't had any complaints in the past. The smile on Julie's face certainly seemed to indicate she was satisfied.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt between Julie's legs. She smiled seductively at me as hooked my fingers in the elastic of her knickers and slowly eased them over her hips and arse. As I pulled them down her thighs, a neatly trimmed triangle of hair was revealed followed a very appealing set of labia, pale pink, open and glistening with promise. Julie slid her hand over her honeypot, parting the lips slightly as I finished removing her underwear. I accepted the implicit invitation immediately, lowering my head and running my tongue between the parted lips, tasting her sweet musky juices.

Her hand went immediately to the back of my head, holding it firmly as my tongue probed and explored her most personal area, her sighs and hip twitches encouraging me to continue. I teased her tight entrance with the tip of my tongue, her nails digging into the back of my head as she started panting and grinding her hips against my tongue.

Slowly, I ran my tongue upwards, searching for the the sensitive nub of her clitoris, a loud "Oh, yes" telling me I had reached my target. My tongue pressed it firmly, moving in circles as Julie's moans increased in volume, the writhing of her hips becoming wilder and more erratic. Knowing better than to change anything now, I kept on running my tongue in slow, firm circles, both of her hands now on my head preventing me from moving an inch. With an arch of her back, a heartfelt moan and her fingers digging further into my head, Julie's climax arrived, passing through her body like a wave.

Keeping my tongue where it was, I helped her ease down from her high before slowly kissing my way up her body. As I reached the underside of her breast and slowed as I appreciated her curves, I felt her hands on me once again, forcing me upwards this time, it seemed there was only one thing that would satisfy her now.

That was confirmed as our lips met and one of her hands was very immediately on my cock aiming it towards the tight entrance to her pussy. I pushed forwards as she raised her hips and we moaned in unison as I slid easily into her wet channel. She felt so right, warm and tight around me as we settled into a natural rhythm, our bodies gently bumping against each other.

"God, you feel so good," Julie purred, looking into my eyes, gently biting her bottom lip.

"Look who's talking," I returned, making her gasp slightly as I changed position slightly to press against her clitoris as I thrust inside her.

Julie responded by lifting her ankles to my hips, giving me access to slide further inside her sweet pussy. The world was silent aside from our moans of pleasure as our bodies came together, instinctively knowing what the other needed. I felt her tightening around me as her moans increased in intensity, her eyes closed with the building pleasure. I increased my own pace, using her increasing tightness to bring my own climax closer.

Inevitably, it wasn't long before we were holding each other close, moaning as our orgasms took over our bodies. My cock unleashed its thick creamy load into her pulsating pussy, twitching and jerking against her contracting muscles. We kissed softly as we came down from our mutual high as I lay on my side next to her, arm resting on her beautiful breasts.

"Not staying?" I asked as Julie kissed me and got off the bed, pulling on her knickers.

"I'd love to, but my parents are coming to mine first thing tomorrow." she explained. I pulled on my boxer shorts and followed her downstairs as she collected her clothes. "I'll just order myself an Uber."

"Do you do private tuition?" she asked as she waited for her ride.

"No," I replied, "Once I'm home, I like to switch off."

"Shame," Julie replied, stepping close to me and pressing her hand against the bulge in my underwear, "I think I'd like some more private lessons."

"I'm sure I could make an exception," I suggested, pulling her close for a kiss. We only broke for air when her phone pinged to let her know her lift was here.

"I'll be in touch then", Julie smiled as she stepped out of my front door.

A couple of days later, I received a text that showed up as being from Julie.

"Really enjoyed my private lesson. Is it time for another?"

I was just about to reply, wondering how to phrase that I wanted to see her again, but wanted to move away from the teacher/student past, when a photo message came in. It was a picture of Julie in an outfit I could only describe as St Trinian's on steroids. The inspiration was obviously school girl, but that was where any similarity with school uniform ceased. The blouse seemed to be a size too small with barely 2 buttons done up, her gorgeous creamy breasts and black bra were barely covered, her cleavage enhanced with a loosely tied tie nestled between her tits. A short, pleated tartan skirt struggled to come half way down her thighs, leaving a band of pale skin above the tops of her stockings.

Just as I was taking this in, a second photo came in, same as the first, but with her raising the front of her skirt to reveal the almost transparent material of her knickers, her labia clearly visible. A third photo quickly followed with her in front of a long mirror, the back of her skirt raised showing her smooth cheeks split by the thin black lace of her thong in the reflection. By this time my cock was rock hard and straining against my trousers as I imagined bending her over a desk and teaching her a lesson about teasing, her thong pulled to one side as I fucked her tight pussy. Another message came in from her with a location pin for her address.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes," I texted back, moving on from student/teacher could wait!

On the drive over my mind was running through the various scenarios I could be heading into. Was this just a bit of dress up or were we heading into role play territory? This was only our second meeting, I wasn't sure we could call anything a date yet, so I didn't know adult Julie well enough to know what was going on in her mind. If she was after role play, I had an idea where to take it, but it may not be where she wanted to go. As I pulled up outside her house, the time for wondering was over.

"Mr Andrews", Julie greeted me as she opened the door, her outfit looked even hotter in the flesh and I could feel a familiar stirring in my groin.

"Miss McDonald," I responded. She visibly seemed to relax as I played along with the roleplay. So, that answered one question, now it just remained to see if we were on a the same page, or who was leading. "Do you know why I am here?" I asked as I walked into her house.

"Have I been a naughty girl again?" she asked, slightly coquettishly.

"You could say that," I said sternly, an almost imperceptible smile crossed her face briefly. I pulled out my phone and pretended to read from it, "The headmaster sent me to speak to you, there have been a number of reports regarding your behaviour. You offered oral sex to Mr Graves if he would give you an A in Chemistry, you were seen coming out of the boys changing room naked after the school sevens tournament and you were caught running a brothel out of the upstairs girl's bathroom."

"I'm just having a bit fun while I'm young," smiled Julie, stifling a laugh at her list of misdemeanours.

"You may think that," I began, slightly nervous as I was about to up the ante, "But I've seen this so many times. There's only one reason that you feel like you need to act like a bad girl." I stepped closer to her, "You like cock, don't you."

"Yes," purred Julie.

"And bad girls get cock, don't they?" I stepped right up to her, towering over her slightly.

"Yes," she purred more intensely, looking up at me with fire in her eyes.

"Wrong," I whispered huskily, smiling at her confused expression, "Good girls get cock, bad girls get punished." To be honest, I was slightly surprising myself, I'm not a teacher with a submissive student fantasy, I was just going with the flow and sensing how she was responding. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

"Yes," she whispered huskily.

"So you know, that that means you need to be punished."

"Yes." Her eyes held a mixture of burning desire with a little trepidation. I took out my phone and set a timer for an hour and showed it to her.

"I am going to treat you like the bad girl you have been," I told her sternly, "But, you are not going to orgasm, until this timer runs out." Her face was a mixture of confusion and desire as I started the timer and propped the phone up on a table.

I stood behind her and pressed myself against her, all the talk had made me rock hard and my erection was now pressing against firmly against her arse. I kissed the base of her neck as I slipped my hand inside her bra. She moaned and pushed back against me as my fingers massaged her firm flesh, sighing as they found her stiff nipple, teasing and toying with it.

As I played with her beautiful breast, my other hand made it's way over her hip, pressing her skirt against the hot patch between her legs, teasing her with the sensation deadened slightly by the skirt's material. My hand continued to the hem of the skirt and onto the bare skin of her thighs. Julie moaned in encouragement as my hand moved upwards on the smooth flesh until it reached her knickers.

I knew it would be hot from the journey down, but I had never encountered panties so wet before. Julie groaned loudly as I pressed the sodden material against her labia, slowly dragging my fingers upwards before cupping her hot pussy in my hand and gently massaging it through her underwear. I listened carefully to her moans as she ground herself against my hand at the front and my cock at the rear. While she was certainly enjoying herself, she still seemed to be in full control of her senses. It was time to up the ante.

Pulling my hand up, I found the top of her underwear and eased my hand under it. Julie let out a soft moan as my fingers brushed against her clitoris and then louder ones as I started slowly rubbing it in firm circles. I increased my pace, rubbing her harder and faster as I continued to squeeze and massage her breast. Her breathing started to come in pants and moans, her whole body writhing against mine. This was the state I was trying to get her to. True to her punishment, I stopped, removed both my hands from her underwater and stepped away.

As I strode over to the sofa, it seemed to take a couple of seconds for her to catch up with the situation and the fact that the stimulation had stopped. Julie looked at me with a mixture of confusion and frustration, her breathing slowly returning to normal. A glance at the timer revealed she had a long way to go.

I beckoned for her to come and sit by me. As soon as she was sat down, my hand was on her knee sliding up her thigh under her skirt. She pleaded with me with her eyes as I pushed her knickers to one side and found her wet honeypot. Taking my time, I teased her entrance with slow gentle strokes, savouring how turned on she was and coating my fingers in her copious juices.

Julie let out a sigh of satisfaction as my fingers finally entered her tight channel. I slowly pushed them in and out of her slick vagina, edging in a little further each time as I did my best to wind things up slowly, wanting her to enjoy the build up even if I was going to deny her the climax. Eventually, my fingers were knuckle deep inside her and I paused to let her savour the feeling before starting to work them in and out of her tight pussy. As much as I wanted to build the pace slowly, the sight of her with her eyes closed in pleasure, moaning in ecstasy as she pushed her hips against me meant I was soon noisily pistoning my digits in and out of her at a rapid pace. Once again, as her breathing changed and hear moans intensified, I stopped and pulled out my fingers.

"You bastard," she whispered at me hoarsely. I just smiled and leant in to kiss her. As we kissed my hand returned to her breast, undoing her blouse to firstly allow me admire her breasts, straining against the black lace of her bra and then giving me easier access to the tempting flesh. Julie purred and rubbed herself against my hand as it rubbed her through her bra, her nipple pressing into the palm of my hand. Deciding that she had had enough of a break I eased back on the sofa, raising my leg and pulled her back so she was lying against me.

Once she was relaxed against me, her back pressing against my stiff member, (this was turning into as much punishment for me as it was her) I brought my other hand into play. As one hand continued to play with Julie's breasts, switching between them, the other pulled at her skirt, exposing her barely there knickers. Without hesitation, I slipped my hand inside her pants once more, causing her to moan in relief as I found her prominent clitoris. I rubbed it in slow circles as Julie responded by rocking her hips against my hand.

My hand returned to the entrance to her tight pussy, teasing the wet slit with my fingers. Julie's head rocked back against my shoulder, her eyes closed in pleasure as I slowly built up the intensity, keeping my fingers outside of her for now. As her breathing steadied, I slid my fingers inside her, drawing another desperate groan as the stimulation increased. Keeping things different from eary, I slowly eased my digits in and out of her dripping pussy, her moans low and guttural as the tension built once again. Involuntarily, she was arching her back against one hand, pushing her hips against the other. The more she tried to increase the pace, the slower I went, her moans a mixture of desire and frustration.

"No," Julie screamed in frustration as I pulled my hand out of her underwear once more, "Please...."

I glanced at the timer, there was still over 20 minutes to go. I looked into her eyes to try and decide what to do for the best and saw only lust and desire, and felt confident I could push things a little further.

"Kneel on the floor," I told her as I stood, " It's time we found out if you would have been worth that A."

Julie's looked up at me with a smile as she undid my zip and wrestled my stiff cock into the open, whether she thought this was an opportunity to turn the tables or was just glad that she wasn't the focus for a while, I wasn't sure. She seemed to be determined to put on a show though. Holding my gaze, she slowly licked the underside of my shaft until she reached the tip where she flicked away the small bead of pre-cum, she then repeated the process on each side, before grasping my penis firmly at the root.

As she licked gently at the tip, Julie slowly but firmly stroked my thick base before licking her lips sensuously. She pressed the newly moistened lips to the end of my cock and kept them tight as she took my purple helmet into her mouth, sucking on it deliciously. Slowly, she lowered her head onto more and more of my thick meat until her lips touched her hand. Her lips felt amazing on my cock as she started moving her head backwards and forwards, gradually in creasing the pace. I was moaning my appreciation as I watched myself disappear into her greedy mouth only to reappear moments later, wet with her saliva.

She was already putting in a performance worthy of an A when her hand left my dick and moved to my hip. The next thing I knew, her nose was pressed against my flesh as she took my full length inside her, my tip pressing against the back of her throat. Slowly at first, she resumed her head bobbing but quickly increased the pace until she was pushing her head forward and pulling my hips at the same time, my balls bumping against her chin. As she let loose on me, one hand cupping and pulling gently on my balls, I was aching for a release, but I had enough control to realise that that could push her over the edge. Reluctantly, I moved her hands from me and pulled away from her tempting mouth. Julie looked at me incredulously, her eyes pleading, her hands in balls like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.

Checking the timer, I saw there was less than 10 minutes left of what was turning out to be torture for both of us. Not knowing whether it was encouraging or cruel, I made Julie lean against the table watching the timer tick down. I took advantage of the position to run my hands over the beautiful curves of her arse, making her part her legs as I pushed her wet panties into her labia.

I felt that I had learnt a lot about Julie's body and her responses through this experience and spent the time keeping her as close to the edge as I dared, changing between rubbing her through her underwear, fingering her tight pussy and teasing her clit as the timer continued to tick down.

Finally, the timer reached zero and the phone started to buzz and play a tune. Julie's made a panicked noise as I stopped stimulating her to turn the phone. I was tempted to say that I only said no orgasm for an hour, not that there would be one after an hour, but I was confident she would have killed me! Fulfilling a promise to myself, I pushed her down gently against the table as I walked to the back of her. My cock was still swinging in the open air after her exquisite blow job and pressed against her arse as I pulled her underwear to one side.

"Fuck, yes," Julie screamed in ecstasy as my cock entered her tight pussy and it's full length entered her. As soon as I bottomed out inside her a massive orgasm ripped through her body. I held on tightly to her hips as she bucked and moaned beneath me, her tight channel pulsating around, threatening to milk my own orgasm out of me. Once it started to tail off, I started thrusting with firm long strokes, her pussy still throbbing around me. She was already panting and moaning again, and I knew I wasn't going to last long after the last hour. A few powerful drives later, I was cumming inside her, more than I had ever known in one go, it just kept coming, thick load after thick load, filling Julie's pussy as she whimpered and trembled beneath me, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

I pulled out, followed by by sperm leaking out and Julie turned to me. Holding on to me for support, she pulled me to her for a passionate kiss our tongues exploring each other's mouths. We broke the kiss and I left her to the sofa letting us both regain our senses.

"That was fucking intense," gushed Julie, "I wouldn't want it every time, but, fuck."

"Glad to be of service," I smiled, "But, if this is going to continue, can we get away from the student/teacher vibe, please?"

"Of course," Julie smiled, giving me a kiss, "But this outfit can still get an occasional use, can't it?"

"I would be disappointed if it didn't," I laughed in return.

We sat on the sofa for a while, my arm over her shoulders, her legs over mine just chatting, comfortable in each other's presence.

"I don't know about you," Julie said eventually, "But, I'm getting hungry. I'm not exactly dressed for going out though."

"Why don't I see what I can rustle up?" I offered, "If you don't mind, that is. I feel I need to prove I'm not some domineering bastard!"

"I know that, you daft bugger!" Julie laughed, "I did enjoy seeing that side of you though. If you want to try and cook, be my guest. I've no idea what's in though!"

I went through her cupboards and found some bacon, canned tomatoes and some pasta.

"Do you mind if I grab a quick shower?" Julie asked as I carried on looking, "I'm starting to feel a bit sticky if you know what I mean."

"No problem," I answered, "It should be ready when you are."

After a bit of hunting, I found what I could use and soon the smell of garlic and bacon filled the kitchen. I was just tossing the pasta into the sauce when I felt Julie pressing up behind me.

"That smells gorgeous," she said as I turned to kiss her. Her hair was still a little damp and she smelled of coconut as I pressed my lips to hers.

"Perfect timing," I told her, "Can you get plates and forks, please?" As she gathered the things I saw she had changed into a yellow summer dress with spaghetti straps and as far as I could tell (hoped?) not much else. It flowed beautifully as she moved, clinging to her form briefly before falling back.

We sat down to eat at the table that about an hour ago Julie had been bent over as I fucked her from behind, the memory causing an immediate stirring in my pants. From the look on her face, Julie was having a similar recollection.

"This is gorgeous," she exclaimed, "Not that I am complaining, but how are you still single?"

"You're asking the wrong person," I answered with a smile, "I don't deliberately repel women, it just seems to happen!" We chatted while we ate before Julie took the dirty dishes through to the kitchen and then joined me on the sofa as we put a film on.

The film wasn't great and wasn't holding my attention so I found myself watching the beautiful young woman cuddled up next to me. The first time she caught me, Julie blushed and told me to watch the film, the second time she craned her neck upwards to kiss me before returning her attention to the film.

"You're not really watching this are you?" she challenged me when she caught me watching her for a third time. I confessed that I wasn't and she turned and seemed to slide effortlessly over me until she was sat on my lap, facing me, her face temptingly just a few inches from mine. "So, how are we going to keep you entertained then?"

Julie leant in to kiss me, open mouthed as gently rocked her hips against the ever growing bulge in my trousers. As her arms wrapped around my neck, I ran mine up her back from her hips, both of us giving soft moans of pleasure as our genitals rubbed gently against each other. The film was now just moving wallpaper as our attention was consumed by each other, our soft moans building slowly in intensity as we kissed and ground against each other.

I moved my hands to Julie's knees and slid them up her outer thighs and under her dress, my fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps as they eventually reached her arse cheeks, confirming that she had returned without underwear. My cock reared at the thought of how little was separating it from her welcoming hole. Julie gasped and ground harder against me as my fingers dug into the firm flesh of her cheeks.

Breaking the kiss, Julie looked me in the eyes as she eased her dress's straps off her shoulders, letting the top part of her dress fall and bunch around her waist, exposing her tantalising breasts. Accepting the invitation, I latched onto her right breast, sucking on her rosy nipple before licking and gently biting it. Julie had her hands in my hair, pulling me onto her as she arched her back, gasping softly.

It wasn't long before we both needed more. Julie dragged her hands down my chest before frantically tugging at my zip. Finally releasing my hard cock from its prison, she purred as she stroked its length. With one hand on my shoulder for support she raised herself on her knees to get my member under her dress, smiling seductively as she rubbed the tip against her hot, wet slit. She teased us both, coating my glans with her flowing juices.

With a moan of satisfaction, she lowered herself onto my rigid pole, enveloping it in her velvety grip. After taking my full length inside her, Julie paused and I could feel her flexing the muscles of her walls against me, almost milking the pleasure out of me, my cock jerking automatically in response. I resumed sucking and nibbling on her nipple, low encouraging moans coming from my partner.

Organically, almost imperceptible at first, Julie started to rock against me, her eyes closed as she let her body take over. Her movements slowly increased in line with the intensity of her moans, moving further along my length each time. After what felt like an age, her hands ended up on my shoulders as she raised and lowered herself on my thick cock, releasing it from her tight sheaf before enclosing it once again within her welcoming channel.

I was forced to abandon Julie's breasts as her movements became more powerful, having to content myself with watching them as they bounced and jiggled as she rode my cock. I gripped her hips firmly, helping her slam down on my pole as we moaned in unison, I could feel her tightening around me, her climax fast approaching. Julie cried out in ecstasy, her back arched as she slowed her riding, keeping the power as we both savoured the final moments. I thrust upwards in time with her drives onto me until she screamed out as she slammed her body downwards one last time. Her pussy throbbed and pulsated around me as she moaned and panted with her orgasm, triggering my own climax. My cock exploded within her, painting her climaxing pussy with my cum.

Julie collapsed onto me, exhausted, her head on my shoulder as we held each other, basking in the glow of our shared pleasure. Our breathing slowly returned to normal as my tired cock slipped out of her pussy. She raised her head and kissed me before snuggling back down against me, her head once again resting on my shoulder. The film had finished and was now cycling through a set of trailers for other films on the streamer.

Unfortunately, I had work in the morning and so couldn't stay over. After we kissed our goodbyes, Julie lifted her dress slightly to give me a quick glimpse of her still glistening pussy as I drove off, tempting me to stop and change all my plans. As I drove home, I smiled to myself as to how you never know where life will take you, I was excited to see where it was taking me now.