New best friend

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New best friendAbout 15 years ago, I was sitting in the dentists waiting room, when this brunette came walking in wearing full gym kit, which essentially consisted of shiny black lycra leggings (with camel toe), a bright pink crop top and some Nike trainers. As you can imagine, she got my attention right away and I was delighted when she homed in on me for a chat. This was the start of a really fun time in my life.The way it started was that she had a red Mazda MX5 (or if you’re reading this in the USA a Mazda Miata!) and I had a blue MX5 the same. She came in after me and, having seen my car in the car park, realised it must be mine as there was nobody else there. Anyway, with that to talk about she told me of a few problems she had with her car and I agreed to have a look for her. The fact she was fit as fuck (size 10, toned all over and perky boobs) helped to garner my interest in her problems.So there we are a few days later, in my garage with me having a bit of a dabble with her car. The problems were minor (an odd bulb and a bit of a tweak to the throttle cable and the handbrake) but I guess Isobel thought they were all life threatening and costly; so I was her hero all of a sudden.Now I know that you’re thinking this is going to be a “bend her over the workbench” story, but it’s not!!This is how it all shaped up from there. Before I knew it, I was spending evenings here and there with Isobel and her cohort and we were all good friends. It turned out that she was a freelance fitness instructor, 29 years old (I was 27 at the time) and on the plus side, she had a body to die for and was an all-round good time girl.On the down side, she had a body-builder boyfriend called Andy. I met Andy and quite honestly he was a nice guy and I got the feeling he had Isobel on the go for convenience rather than the thought of a long term future. I couldn’t fault him for that though, because she was what we used to call at the time “a bit wappy” and in retrospect, if I had her come into my life now, she would be out of it again in about 24 hours.Before I go any further with the good stuff, I’ll have to explain about the lifestyle Isobel lived. She was self-employed, so she had loads of free-time, but worked random hours, sometimes until say 8 or 9pm. She rented a room in a big shared house in Surrey but now and again stayed over at Andy’s place for a few nights (mostly weekends).We would all go out on a Friday night or Saturday night with a load of mates and get lashed up in Weybridge or Walton on Thames and have a thoroughly good time. All the time though, Isobel and I are just mates and Andy is looming in the background of my mind if not physically.One Wednesday though, things changed a bit. I got a text message from Isobel, asking if I was free that evening about 9.00. I replied and told her that I would be home then and suggested she pop round. She replied that she didn’t actually finish work until 9 o’clock, so she’d pick up a couple of pizzas and be round mine for about 9.30.So there we are, about 9.30 Isobel whirls in, swathed in shiny lycra as always, with 2 pizzas and a bottle of chardonnay stuffed in a Waitrose carrier bag and her gym bag over her shoulder. As I flicked the oven on and started to unwrap the pizzas, Isobel announced that she thought it would be a good idea to stay over, as it was going to be late by the time we’d eaten. Now at the time, I shared a house with my brother, his girlfriend and another guy, so she was clearly expecting to be in with me, so I just agreed and thought to myself that this is going to be interesting, but played it cool as a cucumber.We did the pizzas and the wine in and had some chat and looking back at it she was laying out the rules there and then, but at the time I didn’t appreciate the undertones of things. I asked her if Andy was ok with her staying over at mine and she told me he was cool, as he knew we were just friends. She told me that a few weeks earlier, she had stayed over at another ‘guy friends’ house and there was no problem. I asked if she slept with him and she said they had slept in the same bed and then clammed up. I pressed her about it and she said a strange thing. She told me that she had been really tired so had fallen asleep quite quickly and she wasn’t sure about anything that had happened after.This was just thrown in among the chat and I I though nothing more of it. Before we knew it, it was 12.30 and we both had to be up about 7.00 for work. Everybody else had gone to bed, so we crept up the stairs.We’re giggling a bit and trying to be quiet, as I lead her into the romping room and just as we’re getting started, Isobel plays the old “we’re just friends aren’t we and we’re not going to compromise things” card and disappeared off to the bathroom to get ready for bed, leaving me with a semi hard cock and a bag full of frustration.Anyway, bahis şirketleri we both get into bed, I’m in my boxers and she’s in a t-shirt ( I would estimate her tits to be 34B by the way, as I could see her nipps pointing through the material and well placed they were too) and not a lot else. She turned to me, kissed me and said “Goodnight”and turned over. “Great” I thought. Not what I had in mind.But then, I thought I’d let things lie and not spoil a good thing, so I flicked off the light and turned over to sleep myself. Now I’m not backward in coming forward but I couldn’t for the life of me figure this bird out and so drifted off into oblivion, trying to decide how best to get my own way with the new best friend and super fit gym bunny laid gently snoring next to me. Little did I know that the problem would solve itself before morning.Next thing I know, I wake up to find it’s pitch black and Isobel has her hand in my boxers and is slowly wanking my rapidly hardening cock, which before long, is like a broom handle. I opened my eyes and the alarm clock at my bedside shows 03:22.Clearly she thinks I’m asleep, so I stay how I am and let her get on with things. Before long, she has my boxers down to my knees and is down under the duvet sucking me off. My mind is reeling now. Do I let on that I’m awake or leave her and see how far she’ll go.If I don’t do something soon, I’m going to blow it in her mouth. So I stir a little bit as if I’m waking up, but not too much, so I can hedge my bets a bit and ‘drop off’ again if she stops.She freezes instantly, so I settle to a rhythmic breathing again and she starts up working my old man with her mouth again.This happened 3 times, each time, I would stir a bit and each time she would stop or let go of my cock completely. I let her carry on for a while and in all honesty, she was a bit of an amateur. She could get a good thing going with her tongue around the rim of my bell end and she would have a good suck here and there, but she was no professional that’s for sure. She just couldn’t get the rhythm going proper and maintain it. In the end though, I thought “fuck it”, let her finish me off, so I blew it down her throat.Once I had given her that little creamy night cap she re-surfaced and settled back down next to me and before I knew it was snoring gently again.Well thinks I, what’s good for the goose, is good for the gander. I turned over so we are now spooning and her cute little arse is in my groin. I have already wriggled out of my boxers fully and my cock is at full mast again and nestled in between her arse cheeks.Her t-shirt has ridden up a bit so I slid my right hand up inside her it and cupped her right boob. I squeezed it gently and was rewarded with a nice hard nipple. Her tits were very firm and I was amazed at how big they were. I guess the sports bra that she wore kept them lashed down. I sought out the twin to the mound of delight in my hand and couldn’t quite get it, because of how she was laid.That’s when I got to know the rules of the game for real. She “stirred”a little herself and rolled onto her back so I could get at the full rack of toys.I worked away at them for a while and she would murmur a bit here and there, but not let on that she was awake. She had writhed a bit and lifted her arms up out of the way and in turn I had pulled up her t-shirt so I could suck on the hard, red little buttons on the ends that were pointing right up at me.Once I’m sucking away at her teats, I slipped a hand into what turned out to be a little black g-string and found a very smooth and very wet pussy. My finger found her clitty first and I started to circle it. Her inner lips were swollen, hanging right out and were soaking wet with her juices. I flicked her clitty for a bit more and she ground against my fingers, encouraging me on, so I slipped a finger inside her properly. In no time, I had 3 fingers up her and she was climaxing, with her pussy clamping onto them.I withdrew my hand, suck my fingers clean and let the little triangle of material pop back into place so it could start the job of soaking up her fluids.I was going to leave it at that but that first taste of her juices off my fingers got me going, so I got down between her legs and cleaned her up properly. She came again whilst I had my tongue right up her hole.After that I settled down to sleep quite contented with my nights work.The next morning the alarm went off at 6.45 and we both woke up. The memories came back as I awoke and I expected some comment from the girl next to me, but nothing at all!“Did you sleep well” she asks.“Yes” I said “and you?”“Best nights’ sleep I’ve had in ages. Your bed is lovely and comfortable” she replies.So now my head is reeling. She’s got a boyfriend, who is massive. She likes staying over and in the middle of the night, blowing illegal bahis me off and getting her own rocks off but doesn’t want to admit to it or talk about it. Can I live with this? Of course I can and I don’t want to miss out on a good thing, but I want to be fucking her instead.Anyway, a pattern then develops. I get the text message, she comes round, we eat, drink and go to bed as friends. Each time we agree we’re just friends and nothing will happen. Then, after we settle down, one of us starts and the other pretends to be asleep. Then we swap round. Isobel had a lovely sweet pussy and clearly loved getting licked out as I found out when she upped her game one night and straddled my face, whilst noshing me off. I reciprocated and rubbed my swollen cock into her lips and even came across her tits an odd time, whilst I fingered her. All the time we never spoke about it and at all times at least on of us was “asleep”.I explored every bit of her body and she did the same to me. The only thing we didn’t do was fuck each other properly.So, one of these such nights, we were chatting away. We’re on the pizza again and just into a glass of wine and I decide to up the game a bit. Isobel had mentioned being intrigued by the practice of dogging and I reminded her about this. This opened the floodgates and she told me that Andy had said he was disgusted by the whole idea of going out and having sex with people watching through the car window. Also, he couldn’t understand why anybody would want to watch somebody else at it.I said that I was just as intrigued as she was and I would love to go and see what it was all about. Isobel clearly liked the idea of watching other people but I couldn’t work out whether she was interested in showing herself off or not.We chatted some more about it and I mentioned that I knew that Newlands Corner, just north of Guildford (and the place where Agatha Christie’s body had been found a sheet after she committed suicide) was a well-known dogging spot, local to us.In the end it wasn’t me that actually suggested we went! Isobel’s face lit up when I agreed to go.As we were only going to watch we didn’t get dressed up in anything special. Isabel kept on her Lycra leggings and slipped a T-shirt over her pink crop top.About 25 minutes later I drove my blue Mazda into the car park at Newlands Corner with Isobel sitting next to me in the passenger seat, highly excited and I guess, getting very wet. As I circled the car park we noticed that down the bottom end there was a silver Vauxhall Astra, with the interior light on inside it but we couldn’t see any more. I parked up the Mazda and killed the lights and engine.We looked at each other and it was that moment when reality set in and we realised that there were people probably having sex in the car just adjacent to us and we could go and watch if we wanted.We got out of the car and closed the doors. As we walked over my heart was beating in my chest and I could tell Isabel was like a c***d in a sweet shop. You cannot imagine our disappointment when we got to the car and found it was empty but just with the light on. We both looked at each other and couldn’t believe our bad luck although as I said “it’s our first time out, let’s try somewhere else”.As you will imagine I was as randy as a stoat at this point with all the excitement and build up and I could tell Isobel was too.”Where shall we try next” I asked her as we walked back towards the car and as I did I just gently rubbed her backside with my left hand.I could feel the lycra of her leggings and didn’t want to lose the touch, so I let my hand linger a bit longer. She looked at me as we walked across the car park and I’m sure an understanding passed between us.I told her that I felt feel as horny as hell despite the car being empty and she agreed. We both knew what was going to happen next.As we got to the car I just knelt down in front of her and buried my face in her groin. I could smell her minge through the fabric and inhaled deeply, enjoying the moment. I gently eased her leggings down, by hooking my index fingers into the soft fabric waistband and slid them down over her firm buttocks. I got them below her pussy and went back to work, nibbling at her clitty through the thin fabric of her knickers. She was wearing a skin tone, soft lycra thong so I had one rock hard arse cheek in each hand, pulling her groin into my face. I could feel a little tuft of pubic hair above her slit pressing through the material and tickling my nose. I looked up and saw Isabel take off the T-shirt she had put on before we left the house and seconds later her pink crop top and sports bra followed it. I was looking up her lovely flat stomach at those perky little chebs as I pulled the little piece of material separating my tongue from her love hole to one side.So there we were, illegal bahis siteleri Isobel was standing there in the car park with her leggings round her knees, her little tiny thong all askew and nothing else on but her Nike trainers. “Are you ok with this I asked””Yes” she replied, “I’ve wanted to do it in a public place for ages and even being naked here just turns me on. Let me take everything off and you too”.How could I refuse.I opened the drivers door of the car as we got undressed and we put our clothing inside for safe keeping. We both put our trainers back on and I closed and locked the car taking just the keys with me.Now, if any of you have been to the Newlands Corner car park you will know there is a little cafe there and some public toilets, but these are at the top of the carpark near the main road. In front of the cafe are some picnic benches. As it is out in the middle of nowhere all this is knocked up at night.She sat on the drivers wing of the Mazda and laid back complaining that the metal was cold. So, being full of bravado, I said “Shall we go and do it on one of those picnic benches then? How brave are you really feeling Issy?”I knew this would have the desired effect because Isobel could never refuse a challenge. She simply looked at me and replied with “last one to the picnic tables takes in the arse” and set off at a sprint.Now as I have said Isobel was a fitness instructor and she can out run me any day. This worried me and it instantly set the panic alight in my mind, wondering what she was thinking was going to happen.It was about 50 yards to the nearest picnic bench and my hard cock was swinging around in front of me, pointing the way as I ran. Incidentally it’s a funny sensation running completely naked with a hard on swinging around in front of you, but I’d recommend it as one of those things you should try. Anyway, I was gaining on her as we approached the picnic bench and about 10 yards from the goal a strange thing happened and she stumbled a little bit.When I got to the picnic bench I looked back and she was running towards me. I just got the sight of those lovely little tits bouncing as she caught me up.I lifted her straight off the ground and sat her on to the picnic table. I knelt down again and went to work on her pussy. She was soaking wet down there and I had two fingers up her straight away as I licked away at her clitty. There’s nothing I love more than having a face full of minge and I lapped away at her pussy for what seemed like an eternity. I gently nibbled her clitty and sucked at her swollen lips for all I was worth.She had a hand on either side of my head and was pulling me into her body. “You have to do me in the arse you know now, since you won” she said between moans and groans.”I want to come inside your sweet pussy first” I said.”OK” she said “but I want it in my arse afterwards I love the pain”.”How do you want me to do it to you the first time” I asked, still tonguing her slit and getting rewarded with sloppy wetness all round my mouth.Take me from behind she said an wriggled free of my grasp, turning around and bending over the picnic bench, so she ended up with her cute little arse stuck up in the air.In all honesty Isabel turned out to be a real dirty slag. As I slid it into her that first time she demanded that I put a finger right up arse as well. Her rusty bullet hole was very tight so I took my cock out and rubbed some of her natural lubricant across it with my helmet. Once I got my finger in there I could feel my cock through the thin piece of skin between her arse and her pussy as I was pounding her.Within seconds she was screaming out and as I reach round her to rub her clitoris I found she was already rubbing it. Now, I love to see a bird rubbing herself off so I pulled my cock and finger out of her and flipped over again so she was sat on the picnic bench.I went back into her from the front, so now I was looking at her lovely tits bouncing as I pounded into her and she resumed rubbing clit. I had each of her legs up over my shoulders so I could get into her deeply. Intermittently she would stop rubbing herself and she would reach down and squeeze my balls. With her other hand she was grasping my left buttock and I could feel her finger nails digging into the skin as she pulled me into her rhythmically.”I can’t last much longer I told her” and she simply squeezed her eyes shut and mewled like a stray cat.As I unloaded into her soaking wet twat, I felt the dam burst inside her and her juices flooded all across my groin. I realised then that Isobel was a squirter, when she was properly turned on.As the passion subsided we realised we were very vulnerable as we were only about 30 yards from the road and there were cars going past. Suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea to be there naked, so we scurried back to the car and dived in.As I drove us back to my place we spoke about what happened and we agreed that it was good fun. Isobel didn’t get excitement like that from Andy and we agreed we would do it again sometime. This is the beginning of our adventures together.

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