Amanda Ch.1
Amanda was the sister of one of Paul's customers. His job as a mobile computer repairman meant that he
got to see into lots of peoples houses and from time to time he would get a
pleasant surprise from a grateful owner. However Amanda was only 19. He first
saw here in a bright yellow bikini by the pool as he worked on one of her
brother' machines. He eventually was hired to maintain her brother's machines
which meant regular visits.
Amanda was just what he liked, young,
brunette and not yet rid of her puppy fat. She was always friendly and they
would sometimes chat when her brother was a bit late. From time to time he's see
a bit more cleavage than he ought or a flash of lace panty when she wore a short
skirt and sat opposite him.
One night in town about, a year later, he
ran into her literally. She was staggering out of the toilets at a big hotel and
ran smack into him. She was pretty wasted and he held her as she regained her
footing. She smiled, said "hello" and made her way back to the bar. He couldn't
see who she was with, if anyone, and hung around the bar for another couple of
hours catching glimpses of her from time to time. She was certainly knocking it
back.
He noticed she went back into the toilets and after about five
minutes hadn't come out. Concerned, he walked over to the door and asked the
next woman going in to have a look for her. A minute later the womn re-emerged
and told him he'd better come in if he was a friend of the young lady. Amanda
was slumped in a cubicle.
Her dress was hiked up and her little lace
panties at her knees. This was not how Paul ever wanted to see her with her
pants down. He lifted her and the woman obligingly put her panties back in
place. She came around, but was very woozy.
Paul decided to take her back
to his place. It was in the next city block about five minutes away the walk
would do her good. She was clinging to him and not looking too good. Getting her
outside the night air hit her with a wallop. She began to retch and just made it
to a rubbish bin to throw up. Still holding her Paul wiped her face and a couple
of stains on her dress with his handkerchief and threw it away into the bin. She
was unsteady on her heels so he persuaded her to take them off and with Paul
holding her tightly they headed for his place.
By the time they got to
his appartment she was groaning and looking green again. He got her in the door
and over the toilet bowl just in time.
She became quite upset about Paul
seeing her in such a state. He told her not to worry that she would be staying
the night. Her parents would have to be told something. He rang her brother's
mobile and he told Paul he'd make up some story to cover her arse with their
parents.
Paul's next problem was to get her sober and cleaned up. The
dress had to go and it was pretty clear she had no bra on. She'd wet her pants
according to the woman in the toilet. Sitting her on the toilet seat he went and
got a robe for her. When he got back her head was in her hands and she was
moaning. He began to unzip her dress. She looked up at him still very drunk and
slurred that this wasn't how she'd imagined getting her gear off with him. That
was an interesting thought he'd file away for when she was sober.
He got
her dress down around her waist and her full breasts hung free without a hint of
sag. He lifted her and pulled the dress and her wet panties to the floor. Drunk
or not she was a stunner. As he put her down and knelt to collect her clothing
her legs fell open. Paul would be wanking to that sight for a long time to come.
Lifting her one last time he got her into the robe, got her to the sink, had her
wash her mouth and face and carried her to bed. He put a bucket and a glass of
water beside her. She lay on the covers passed out again. He stripped to his
underwear and got into bed. This was not how he'd fantasised about sleeping with
Amanda.
The next morning when he woke Amanda was sprawled where he'd left
her, the robe was open and he was greeted my her well tended pussy. He covered
her as best he could, got dressed and took her dress to the local 1 hour dry
cleaner. Leaving it there he went to the nearest department store and bought her
a clean pair of panties.
She was still asleep when he returned from his
errand but she stirred about noon. Shambling out looking deliciously
dishevelled. She thanked Paul for saving her last night and apologised for
making such a spectacle of herself. It was only when she saw her dress and the
new panties that she really blushed. Paul explained that hers had got wet and
she'd thrown up on her dress.
"Well I suppose you got to see the goods."
She sighed.
"I suppose so. Let's just say you weren't at your best but
what I saw you should be very proud of"
"I don't mind that you saw me. I
just wish I'd been sober when it happened!" she grinned. "I still feel
terrible."
"You will for a while. Maybe I should give you lessons in
social drinking."
"I've learnt my lesson. I could have been raped and
left in the gutter. How about I put my cheffing skills to use and cook you
dinner next Saturday as a 'thankyou'?"
"It's a deal. Oh, by the way
Mike's covering for you at home"
"You think of everything!" she said
examing her new panties.
"Wonder what Mother would think about you buying
me knickers?" she chuckled.
Amanda took her dress and went to shower. She
emerged looking refreshed and asked Paul to zip her up. She'd ordered a taxi to
take her home and as the knock came on the door she kissed Paul on the lips and
told him to keep Saturday clear.
That night Paul found her used panties
had been placed under his pillow. They felt wonderful as he rubbed them up and
down his cock.
Amanda got away with her cover story at home and said
that she'd been hired to cater the following Saturday.
She'd long
fancied Paul even though he was twice her age. He was in very good shape and as
she masturbated that evening she imagined how he would feel inside her. She
hoped he'd enjoyed her panties.
That Saturday she drove off to the
supermarket bought her ingredients and headed to Paul's. She was dressed
casually for cooking in a tight t-shirt and faded jeans. She looked pretty,
young and good enough to eat. She worked away in the kitchen for a few hours.
She made her intentions very clear when she hugged Paul and told him she'd worn
'his' panties for the occasion. "I'll show you later!" the little vamp
teased.
Everything ready Amanda announced she had to change for
dinner.
An hour of primping and preening and she emerged in black heels
stockings and a little black dress which barely contained her breasts. She
looked ravishing. Planting a long kiss on his lips she raised her hem to show
him that she was indeed wearing the cream coloured lacy panties he'd bought her.
She also revealed that her stockings were held in place by a black garter belt.
She calmly lowered her panties and handed them to him.
"Just so there is
no misunderstanding about my intentions and anyway they don't match tonight. Now
I bet you'd like to eat." She added ambiguosly.
Dinner was wonderful,
enough wine flowed for them to become very playful.
They made their way
to the sofa and Amanda was all over Paul. She was a great kisser.
She
whispered in his ear "Thank you for helping me last week. Now I must suck your
cock." With that she slithered to the floor and unzipped him reached for his
cock and took him into her mouth. In between kisses to his expanding erection
she told him that she was his to do with as he pleased. Would he like to cum in
her mouth her pussy or her bottom?
He told her he intended to explore
all three but really wanted to get a good look at what he'd glimpsed last week.
"All in good time. I want to taste your cum if you can't make up your
mind."
Her mouth was back on him and he felt her tickling his balls. He
lasted a minute or two before splashing her mouth with cum. She cleaned him and
swallowed. She sat back satisfied, her legs spread.
"Can I offer you a
taste while you recover?"
Paul stood up and lifted her to her feet. They
made for the bedroom. He managed to disrobe and Amanda dropped her dress.
"Would you mind if I sat on your face?"
"I've thought of little
else since I first saw you."
"You dirty old man!"
His reply was
muffled as her vagina kissed his face. She had had herself waxed during the week
and her lips were soft and completely devoid of hair. He tasted her and she was
sweet. As he ran his tongue along her crease she reached for her clit. As she
opened to him he caressed her inner petals and probed her.
He moved
slightly and replaced her finger with his mouth. She cradled his head and
slumped forward. As he sucked on her clit his nose was in her remaining patch of
pubic hair. He was breathng deeply inhaling as much of her scent as he could.
She began to buck and drenching his face she came throwing herself off his face
onto her back.
"Fuck that was nice." She announced.
"You taste
delicious." He told her.
"You too." She said licking her
lips.
"Were you serious about taking me in your rear?"
"Yep. I
want to give you something nobody else has had."
"Do you think size might
be a problem?"
"I was wondering now that I've seen you. It's not the
length but Christ, you are thick. I can't wait to fuck you though but even that
might take some doing."
"Well we could leave it tonight. I don't want to
hurt or hurry you."
"OK but it's only postponed. Shall we fuck now or
take a break. I must admit I'm a bit bushed." She undid her stockings and peeled
them off, removing her garter belt in one swift movement.
"Did you enjoy
them?"
"You looked very sophisticated tonight, but I think you'd look
beautiful anyway."
"I like to dress up from time to time. I've got my old
school uniform for when you feel like being a really dirty old man."
Paul
grinned at the thought.
"I've always fancied you but didn't know if I'd
get anywhere until last weekend. You were so nice. If I hadn't got drunk that
night and I'd seen you I'd have tired my luck there and then."
Amanda
went on to explain that she liked older men and had only gone out with one boy
her age. He'd been useless in bed and so she went back to men with experience
and never looked back. She snuggled up to him and went to sleep in his
arms.
She woke the next morning and brought him out of his sleep with a
shower of little cock kisses. His bladder was very full so he kissed her briefly
and went to relieve himself. As he pointed his semi-erect cock at the toilet he
felt a hand move around his waist and take over from him. When he had finished
she sat and emptied herself. She was nothing if not bold.
"Can I stay
over on Tuesday? I'll come straight from work."
"Sure I'll not be
working."
"Good now how about a fuck before I go?"
They coupled on
the bathroom vanity unit. It was his first time inside her and she felt streched
when he withdrew leaving cum dripping from her opened hole.
She went off
home and life returned to semi-normal for Paul. Amanda sensing his needs had
left him her used panties to masturbate with. She was wise beyond her years.....
Amanda Ch.1
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