Milf Kitty.. I probably should have expected something like this. After all, I was a rather established twenty-nine year-old and dating a nineteen year-old co-worker, who was sitting on the couch in her parents’ living room and ardently sucking my cock with a skill and enthusiasm that was well beyond her tender years.
I was the manager of a local chain restaurant and Kitty Haden had recently become one of our hostesses, and she was basically hired the minute she walked in the door a few weeks ago with those long, slender, mini-skirt-clad legs of hers. During the interview process, I quickly found out that she was also a cheerleader at the local State university, and she looked the part to a tee. Long, curly, bouncy blonde hair, tall, thin, and a bust that filled out a sweater like two footballs being fumbled.
We had been out a few times already, and though I hadn’t fucked her yet, mainly because she was a virgin, Kitty took to my cock like a puppy takes to a chew toy. This coy virgin made no bones about the fact that she released her sexual frustration by sucking dick, and since mine approached eight inches on a good night, Kitty displayed quite an affinity to wrapping her mouth around it several times an evening during our brief time together thus far. And this was a good night. A definite eight inches good night.
Tonight, after we had closed the restaurant, I offered Kitty a ride home to her parents’ house, since I was an altruist, of course. The very real possibility of having my dick sucked by this young vixen had little to do with it. Although, if the situation presented itself I would be more than gracious enough to offer my stiff member to her eager lips, strictly to advance Kitty’s fledgling oral education.
I’m a gentleman that way.
When we reached her front door, Kitty informed me that her dad was away on a business trip, and her mom was apparently asleep upstairs since the bedroom lights were all turned off. She made a shushing sound with a finger to her bright red lips, guided me to the couch, and whispered in my ear that she would return soon. I was nervous being in her folks’ home with her mom upstairs, but my good pal Mr. Johnson, who was straining against my zipper like a eel on a hook, seemed to have no problem with the scenario as he wiggled and waggled happily, precum already providing a slippery coating on my shaft.
He, Mr. Johnson, was not to be disappointed.
Kitty returned downstairs wearing the proverbial fantasy outfit, the Catholic Schoolgirl clothing, short pleated skirt and knee highs. She had been wearing a buttoned up white blouse with black tie, but somewhere along the trip to her bedroom, she’d undone the tie and unbuttoned the blouse until you could see most of her young firm tits. On her back, she had a cute teddy-bear shaped backpack, just for special effect. A nice touch.
To make matters worse, her shoulder length hair done up in two pigtails. And she even had freckles. I couldn’t help myself, I instantly released my pole from its prison, and one hand went to the top of her head as my eyes rolled up as she knelt in front of me and began to trace tiny, wet kisses over my twitching dick.