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The second first time
"Do you love me Christine?" Peter asked as they sat talking
over their dinner at Spago's.
"Of course I do," She smiled. "we've been together forever."
"Dont you ever get bored?" He asked. "Do you ever want to
try something new? Something that you've never done before?"
"Uh-oh....I know that look on your face Peter." Christine
laughed. "what do you have in that wicked little mind of yours?"
Dropping a hundred on the check, he stood and pulled her
chair out for her....
"Let's take a little walk, and I'll explain it to you."
Walking through the park, he told Christine of the young
woman he had met two days earlier. He told her how they had talked
and he had showed her a picture of her and she wanted to meet Christine.
"Are you at all interested?" He asked
Christine stared at the stars for a while before answering.
"Can I be alone with her at first? To talk to her?"
"Sure honey!" he said, smiling. "I'll have her come over
tonite.
Back at their apartment, Peter called Sherrie and gave her
directions and then went off too bd.
Christine sat waitingin the living room and almost screamed
whe the doorbell finally rang. Slowly she went to the door and pulled
it open.
On her doorstep was a lovely 20 year old girl. She was wearing
a simple black sweater and tight jeans.
"Hi...you must be Christine." She smiled." I'm Sherrie."
Shaking her hand, Christine found the strength and warmth
in her hand quite soothing. She led her into the living room and
they sat down on the couch. Christine turned to her and began to
say something but was cut off by two deep green eyes staring intently
into hers...
"Can I get you a drink?" She choked.
Sherrie smiled. "Sure...I'll have a Midori Sour."
As Christine went to the bar, she was surprised to feel her
pulse racing...but she was more surprised when Sherrie's warm smooth
hands gently glided up under her sweaterand onto her breasts from
behind.
She couldn't speak from the shock of the pleasure running
down her body, through her legs, finally settling hotly on the dampness
in her crotch.
Sherrie pulled Christines sweater up over her head and laid
her face against her bare back, all the while kneeding and caressing
her breasts and her hard nipples. Turning her around, she lowered
her lips to one taut nipple as her hands rand down her sighs and
settled on her hips, and then moved inward and slowly unfastened
Christines skirt.
As it fell to the floor, Christine pulled Sherrie's sweater
off of her young body and Sherrie stepped out of her jeans. Naked,
they pressed their bodies together and Christine gasped as Sherrie's
hand came between her thighs. Christine opened her legs as Sherrie's
fingers wetly carressed the folds od her cunt lips. Gently at first,
and then harder, she rubbed Christine's clit, and then slid two fingers
in and out.
As she sensed Christine about to climax, she dropped onto
her back and pulled Christine down to straddle her face so that her
pussy was right next to her lips. With long, languid strokes, Sherrie
thrust her tongue in and out of Christine until Christine's back
arched and she orgasmed.
Sherrie let Christine go and sat up, expecting the fun to
be over, but Christine pushed her back down and lowered herslf between
Sherries thighs. As her tongue explored every crevice in Sherie's
hot and steaming box, her fingers caresses her back and buttocks,
finally finding her asshole and sticking one finger gently insode
of her.
Sherrie moaned in pleasure as Christine worked her fingers,
one up her ass, two up her cunt and one on her clit, all the while
licking and sucking the juices that were flowing freely from Sherrie's
pussy.
As Sherrie orgasmed, Christine withdrew and rose up to her
face. Kissing her gently, they lay together for a while before Sherrie
got up and left for home.
When Peter came out of the room some time later, wipingsleep
from his eyes, he said groggily "Did she show up?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I guess it didn't work out huh?"
"No babe...not the way you had it planned." Christine smiled
as she remembered SHerrie's parting kiss and as her hand felt thre
slip of paper in her pocket.
Next time, she would make the house call.
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