Last night after everyone else had gone to bed, George went out on the back porch to just sit and enjoy the quiet. His second beer had just been opened when his neighbor Lucy came out on her porch...I guess to do the same as him
Now you have to know a bit about Lucy. She is this cute little Harvard grad, red hair and freckles. The all-American girl next door. She's got a great shape but you wouldn't call her sexy only because she's so damn cute. But when she wears a certain pair of jeans her butt drove him nuts. She's 24 and lives with her boyfriend of 3 years.
So she came out on her porch and didn't say hi or anything so George figured she hadn't seen him. She just sat down and sipped at some drink. He leaned back against the house and just enjoyed the stars but glanced over at her every couple of minutes. Just a very quiet and wonderful night.
George was due for a beer so he got up without a word, fetched a beer from inside, came back out and resumed his position. But this time, when he glanced her way, he saw that she had her hand on her crotch. She was just wearing these cotton shorts, not a lot of material between her hand and the promised land.
He ignored that. She was his neighbor, she was this cute girl and he was not about to push anything or make an ass of hisself. So he went on watching the stars but glancing her way a little more often. Hey, I'm a horny guy, I like to watch, I make no apologies. he said to himself If there was going to be a show then he wasn't going to miss it.
And a show there was. At first she was very subtle, very subdued, very covert. But before long she wasn't making any attempt to hide it.
When George got up to get his beer that left no doubt that she knew he was there. She was fully aware. So when he noticed that she slid that hand inside her shorts he openly turned to watch her and give her his full attention. To hell with the stars, they would be there another night.
After he turned she kept at it for maybe a minute and then turned to face him. She never did look quite in his eye. But there she was, about 15 feet from him and facing his direction, with her hand in her shorts and obviously working her clit. No question now George was hard as a rock.
After a minute or so of that she finally said, "Are you going to too?"
Well the thought had already crossed his mind. No, strike that. The thought had already slapped his mind the problem was that he was wearing jeans. It’s not good to rub your cock while wearing jeans, just not practical. So he said, he would have to take it out.
Smiling Lucy said, "Ok, let's both do it," and took her hand out of her shorts, stood up, and dropped the shorts. Wow! Amazing! he almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing...this was a sight he never thought he would see. But eventually George did remember, unfastened the button, unzipped his jeans and let them drop. They both sat down, each of them on their own back porch. They never said another word until it was over.
They watched each other for a good half hour. It was a really long time. At one point she got off her porch, bent over it, and slid her fingers in giving him a beautiful rear view. It was amazing. But she got to the point where it was obvious that she needed to cum and it was going to happen, no denying it. That was good for him, he had held it off for far too long. As she came, doing her best to stay as quiet as possible, George came too. Oh his gawd! Did that feel great.
Wow. George was at a loss. The experience had just consumed his mind. Lucy just lay back on the porch for a bit until her breathing slowed. George could do nothing but sit and look at her, taking in her beauty. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who has just cum.
After a while she got up, put on her shorts and said, "Thanks, that was wonderful," and went into her house.
lesbian sex tape allegedly featuring Kendra Wilkinson is set to be made public.
The raunchy homemade video apparently features the ex-Playboy model and her friend Taryn Ryan engaged in a variety of erotic acts.
It is said to have been shot shortly after her first amateur porn film which features her when she was 18 making love to her ex-boyfriend Justin Frye.
That footage was leaked last year and was eventually released as a DVD entitled 'Kendra Exposed'.
A source told RadarOnline.com: "They were friends and were hanging out together, with their boyfriends. It's a long tape, about 45 minutes. And there is nothing left to the imagination.
"Kendra and Taryn started fooling around and then Kendra wanted the light turned off.
"But the camera that was recording them had night vision, so it looks like the Paris Hilton porn tape. Everything is completely clear.
"The girls are laughing at first, and the guys are encouraging them to kiss each other. They started kissing while giggling and then things got hotter."
'Girls Next Door' reality TV star Kendra left the Playboy mansion in 2008 and married NFL player Hank Baskett - with whom she has a son, Hank Baskett IV, with.
When the first X-rated footage of Kendra appeared she tried to stop it from being released but eventually allowed it to be distributed for an up-front fee, rumoured to have been $680,000, and a 50 per cent share of all sales.
The cool breeze blew through the still warm late evening. The last orange and pink hues tinted the sky as the couple lay on the ground, curled up next to each other, outside a small cabin on the mountainside.
The remaining embers of a once-small fire popped as they died, and Phil pulled the blanket across them both, making up for the lost heat. Kara, her soft breathing, rhythmic and slow had fallen asleep. He kissed her temple and she stirred, her eyes opening.
Phil gazed down at her, his eyes soft and concerned, he whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Kara returned his gaze a smile formed on her face. “It’s ok. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, I was just so comfortable.”
He leaned down and brushed her lips with his. After a moment he said, “You looked so cute, I couldn’t wake you.”
Smiling Kara nuzzled herself further under the blanket as a cool chill swept through the mountains and his arm hugged her waist, pulling her closer. “Want to go in?”
“No, I’m fine right here.” At the same time Kara leaned up and kissed him deeply, full of passion that had at one time only been imagined. He rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him, pressing their bodies close, yet skillfully never leaving her lips. One arm hugged her waist tightly, the other caressed her face gently.
Kara's hand grasped lightly behind his neck, kindly massaging the muscle. For that moment in time, all else stopped. They were far from anywhere, which added to the feeling as if time only progressed for them. Only they existed.
She trailed her kisses across the tender part of his neck, just above his collarbone. He sighed a soft breath and she could feel the goose bumps arising on his skin. She tugged his shirt up and over his head, and continued random kisses along his chest and neck. His hands roamed the skin just beneath her own shirt; and, before long, the cloth joined his in the small ruffled pile near his head.
Kara pressed herself once more to him, kissing him with a deep warm passion. Her tongue slid slightly over his bottom lip, and he parted his lips a little to allow access. His heart beat a steady tempo into her chest, and she caused it to quicken when she slid her thigh up to meet his groin. He let out another soft hiss.
Smiling to herself as her own heart rate increased, she sat up a bit and took in his face. It was kind and gentle, but the glazed-over look in his eyes made an ever-so-great contrast.
Her hand slipped down and released his button from its jean restraint, and slid the zipper to meet the likes. A smirk played on her lips as he aided in the removal of his pants. His length pressed at the fabric of his boxers, and he groaned as she grasped hold of it in her palm.
Phil closed his eyes, his breathing quickened. She slid his member out to meet her soft lips, which immediately kissed the length of the shaft. She felt the muscles in his body tense and relax, and she got some twisted pleasure in knowing that she was the cause of it.
Unexpectedly, he came-to, and rolled her over, pressing her back to the hearth. He tugged at her button and slid her jeans down as well, revealing black and pink polka-dot boy shorts. He smiled and sucked lightly on her neck before removing those as well.
Kara shivered as the blanket had long been forgotten. “Let me help,” he cooed in her ear.
And, placing himself at her entrance, he eased himself in, taking care to her reaction. Once she adjusted, she nodded her head and kissed him once more. He pulled himself out a bit before reentering each time with a slightly harder force. She was lost for words, and instead allowed her nails to rake at his bare back. She knew it’d probably leave marks later, but right now she was conscious to only one thing. Them.
He increased his pace, as he felt himself getting close. He knew she was close too, her face showing just how close Kara was. Suddenly, her muscles tightened around him, her stomach tensed and her back arched. She was spiraling into the unknown and she let out a loud moan to match. That was all it took to send him spinning out as well. His balls gave way and he released into her, groaning loudly as he thrust his tense body once more before collapsing in a heap on top of her.
He kissed her forehead gently once more before rolling over once again, pulling her as close to him as possibly. The stars shone brightly overhead as the sun had long since gone down. He grabbed at the forgotten blanket and recovered them both, and together they took a deep breath and fell asleep.
The next morning she awoke exhausted and fully clothed. She recalled the night before and smiled before quickly rolling over. Phil had gone. In the back of her mind she knew he would, orders were orders he had no choice. Kara felt a silent tear fall from her eyes as she thought about the danger that he was now in. Looking across at his pillow she saw a piece of paper which lay in place of where he should be. Picking it up, she read:
I Promise You I’ll Come Back.
"O how I hope so" she whispered to herself, unable to control the sobbing
