The Good Girl
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The Good GirlThe Good GirlGoing down memory lane, aka the spank bank, I remember a girl I dated as a young man. She was a clerk in a store and we struck up a conversation as she rung up my purchase. We set up a date when she got off from work and I picked her up at her car behind the business. Let me tell you about Andrea. She was about 4’11”, blonde with green eyes. She had the fairest skin. She was around 104lbs so she was a well-shaped petite woman. She was working between her senior year of high school and starting college in the Fall. The reason I titled this story the “good girl,” is because she came from a very strict, religious family. Hair was worn long, make-up forbidden and no revealing clothes. She was pretty enough that her beauty shone through anyway. We did the usual for that time, movies, cruising the strip etc. I found her to be very intelligent, funny and a real sweet heart. I took things slowly with her. She was the type burdur escort of girl a guy should marry if she’ll have him. That said, there also comes a time when a young man wants more than just to be in her company and hold her hand. I was still living with my parents but they were good about giving us privacy. I think they hoped she’d be, “the one.” We would rent VHS tapes and bring them back, go to my room and watch movies. We laid on the bed snuggled together and enjoyed the closeness. That lead to kissing and fondling each other eventually. One night she took me by surprise. We were doing what had become the usual of kissing, necking, fondling and dry humping. She began undressing me. I was shocked but I had wanted that pussy so long I wasn’t going to stop her. She then looked at me with the sexiest look ever. Her eyes blazed as she slowly undressed in front of me. She had great proportions for çanakkale escort a petite woman. She stripped to her little white panties. I could she had a well-trimmed Mohawk on her pussy. Her pubic mound was noticeable. She climbed back on the bed and straddled my hips and sat down on my bare hard cock. I then noticed her pussy had large puffy outer lips that made it look like a hotdog bun with my cock as the wiener. She leaned down to kiss me and started grinding her pussy back and forth on my cock. She whispered she was saving herself for her husband but this ought to make me feel better in the meantime. When she sat up she kept grinding and looking at me straight in the eyes. She was a sex Goddess at that moment. I felt her pale perfectly shaped B cup breasts and she leaned down to let me suckle them for the first time. We kept kissing, sucking, rocking and grinding. This went on for a while. I’d çankırı escort reach around and squeeze her ass, parting her cheeks and kneading them like dough. Her white panties became so wet with her leaking pussy and my pre cum I could see through the material. She had the biggest pubic mound for a woman her size. I wanted her big pussy so bad! She enjoyed watching my reactions to her actions. She was a young woman starting to learn the skills of pleasing a man and I could tell she felt good about herself. I couldn’t hold it any longer and ropes of cum shot up to my chest as she rocked her pussy back and forth across my cock’s underside. I could see the delight in her eyes and I’m sure she saw the same in mine. She then looked at the cum. Her look of wonderment made me think this might be her first time seeing a man cum. If so, she became a master on her first try. This was the best non-sex I ever experienced. After that I was satisfied letting her save herself. I have to say, she was always a thoughtful and conscientious lover. She never went all the way with me but she always made sure I came. Many nights I have wondered just how freaky she became after she married. Sometimes, I think maybe I shouldn’t have let that one get away.
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