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“I’ll be 20 minutes”, I said as I jumped onto my bike and pedalled away from my last job of the day.
It was the summer before going into my final year at university, and I was working as a Gardner in the local area, as a way of both making money for college and to get ready for the upcoming rugby calendar. As I rode I looked up at the black clouds that weighed heavy in the sky as the unseasonable weather continued to steal away our last days of sunshine.
My job was really increasing my fitness and so my legs turned effortlessly to keep up with the suburban traffic. Even after a long day of manual Labour I enjoyed the competitiveness of being on a road, and I felt myself smile as I pumped my legs harder,now overtaking the cars in front of me as if in an endless race to get to the front of the queue.
The first raindrop splashed onto my face, quickly followed by an another. Before long it was hammering it down as the clouds burst releasing a days worth of water in just a few minutes. Cars slowed as the road began to flood, so seeing the park entrance ahead, I decided to make the most of any shelter that it could offer and rode across the grass under the trees, ploughing through the muddy puddles.
It wasn’t that we had any specific plans that night, but I hated being late when seeing Angela. My pace quickened again. She was my best friend in the world, not my Girlfriend, but we were inseparable. I loved her like I had never loved anyone before. I would have married her in an instant, or I would be there for her for the rest of her life as the friend that wanted the best for her no matter what.
At that point all I wanted was the usual hug and kiss that welcomed me to her home. Her embrace was always my favourite part of my day, and her kiss was a tiny spark that would ignite my joy in being with her.
Finally I saw her house. My brakes screeched as I skidded to a halt at her door, pressing the bell at the same time. I climbed out of the saddle and stood astride the cross bar. A minute passed before I eventually saw a white figure running down the stairs to answer the door.
The door cracked open and Angela poked her head into the gap. Her long red hair was wrapped into a white towel, her face flushed from her exertion. ‘You’re early’ she laughed, almost smiling realising how she must look in a white turban. “You said 20 minutes, it’s only been 10! You’re looking really fit at the moment, your quads are getting huge, that job must be making you faster!” Then she looked me up and down. “You’re not coming in the house like that, my mum will kill you if you drop mud on her carpet. Wait there and I’ll open the garage”. She disappeared as the front door closed, and I moved over to the garage door that was already being opened from the inside.
I gladly ducked into the dry space and pulled the door closed behind me. I lent my bike against the wall and walked through to the back door that was in a sheltered but open yard.
‘Clothes off, I won’t look’ was all I heard, as the back door was pushed to. I dutifully started pulling my clothes off, using the cleaner items of clothing to get the worst of the mud off.
We were best friends, but we weren’t usually naked around each other. No, actually we were never naked around each other. However as I looked at the sodden pile of mud caked clothes at my feet, I couldn’t think of my alternative at this point. I reached down and slid my soaking wet underwear down and stepped out of them. I picked up the sodden bundle in front of me and gently pushed the door opened and stepped inside.
“Don’t worry, noone is home” Angela said as she took in the view standing before her. Before I could say anything she took the wet clothes from me, leaving me with nothing to hide behind, and started to load the machine. Any shyness on my part disappeared as the she bent over to load the machine. Her towel, rode up and her bottom cheeks were in clear view. As she unravelled the clothes a couple of items had fallen to the floor. As she lent further forward her towel gave up any cover and her glorious pussy was staring straight at me. The smooth lips seemed to smile at me, as they danced up and down as Angela completed her task. My cock was now nearly at full mast as I the scene in front of me became reality.
She switched on the machine and standing up straight, she lead me down the corridor and started to climb the stairs.
I reached the top of the stairs and started to follow her into her parents bedroom. As I looked into the room I saw that her reaching for a towel on the top shelf of the wardrobe. Her towel rode up again, exposing her perfect cheeks. Realising her predicament she reached down so that the towel would coverer her again. In a swift side step I managed to stay out of view.
“Would you like a towel” she called as if expecting me to be far away and unaware of the show that she had put on.
I stepped back into the bathroom before asking for her to bring it to me. I ran turned the shower on and walked into the glass enclosure. Instinctively I ducked under the hot torrent of water and started to wash the mud out of my hair.
“Where do you want it……’ she asked, her voice trailing off as she realised that I was already in the shower.
Emboldened by the fact I had now been naked in front of her for several minutes and by the flashes beneath her towel, I called out “Just bring it in here and put it on the towel rail”.
Through a crack in my eyelids I saw her cross the room to arrange the towel on the rail. She was deliberately slow and I could see her head turning to catch glimpses of my naked body through the still transparent glass.
“Ang, could you do me a favour? My back must be covered in dirt from that bike ride, can you wash it off?”
What the fuck was I thinking. That could really push our friendship too far. We had always flirted with each other, kisses hello and goodbye had lingered a little longer than usual, and just now a bit of accidental nudity, but here I was asking her to wash my naked body in the shower! I held my breath and then jumped as cold shower gel made contact with my bare skin.
Her soft hands worked their way from the small of my back to my shoulders, and then back down to the top of my butt. Her arms wrapped around me and I felt her soft naked body press against my back.
“Make sure you don’t miss a spot” I said, more hopefully than an expectation.
Clearly this was taken as an invitation, or maybe as an order? Either way her hands dropped to my thighs as she washed my legs from top to bottom, her firm breast constantly pressing into me as she slid down to reach my feet.
“Do you want me to wash this as well?” She said playfully, as she squeezed my bum.
Without saying a word, she started massaging me. I slowly lent forward and stepped my feet part, and I felt her hand slip between my cheeks so she could ensure that she hadn’t missed anything.
“Close your eyes, hands above your head, and turn around” she said. This time it was her giving the orders.
I complied, knowing that my cock was now right in front of her face. Instead of going to work there she slinked back up my body, briefly catching my hard dick between her tits.
Now back to full height she lent forward and gently kissed me on the mouth as she wrapped her arms around me. I tried to return the kiss, but was met with her finger on my lips.
“Not yet” she teased.
My now rock hard cock pressed into her body as she pulled us closely together. Her hands started to explore again and eventually she held me in her hands, cupping and massaging my balls and gliding her hand up and down my shaft.
“All done” she said, and she started rinsing me down.
Surely she can’t stop now, I was in heaven but was about to come crashing back down to Earth. Could I keep this game going to the finish?
“Am I all clean now” I asked.
“I think so. let me check? Keep those eyes closed and hands up” see instructed.
I felt her hands around my cock again, but then the gorgeous sensation of her warm wet mouth engulfed it. It was brief but for a few seconds her tongue licked every inch on my erection.
“Yep, that’s all nice and clean, now turn around”
I complied again. Her hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled them apart. My arse hole was now fully on display and I shut my eyes harder, almost in prayer. Her tongue started at my balls and she licked right to the crack in my butt. Then back down as her tongue worked it’s way around my rim, poking inside as she made a thorough inspection.
A hand grabbed my cock again and I felt a finger push its way into my butt. I was now on the edge of exploding, my wildest dreams all coming true at once.
“I’m going to cum” I grunted
Her hands released me and the pressure subsided in my balls.
“Not yet you don’t” she scolded
I felt her stand, and step away.
“Great, but are you sure that you didn’t miss a bit earlier when you had to cut your shower short to answer the door? Maybe I should check?
“Check away, but I’m sure that i am as clean as can be”
She assumed the position, hands above her head, feet apart.
I’d not seen her fully naked before, except for the earlier accidental flashes, but here she was in front of me glistening as the water beaded into droplets over her body. With her eyes closed, I could fully drink in her perfection, her breasts were firm, B or C cup? I was not an expert and to be frank i didn’t care. Her nipples were hard and inviting me to play with them. My gaze lowered across her toned stomach to a neatly trimmed ginger bush that allowed 2 kissable lips to peek through.
I dropped down slowly teasing both nipples on the way her pussy. I kissed her thighs lightly as I moved towards my prize. I took one of her labia in my mouth and I sucked it gently. My tongue started to explore and soon it was teasing her clit as I made a thorough inspection.
Suddenly she turned around and I was presented with those amazing butt cheeks that I had peeked earlier as we climbed the stairs. She lent forward and I dove in, licking her pussy from behind before working up lick around her rim. I poked my tongue tongue gently inside her as I fingered her pussy from the front, and returned the favour of an anal massage at the same time.
Her hips started moving faster, pushing my fingers deeper inside her. She moaned as I added second finger to each hole. Her breathing quickened and I could tell that she was also about to climax. Just like her, I released my hands and felt her relax as she came back from the edge.
She turned around again and guided me back up so that we faced each other. Now for the first time we both had our eyes open as we stood together dripping from the shower. She kissed me again and led me out of the shower.
“So now that we are all nice and clean, what shall we do now? She asked knowing exactly what she wanted.
My balls were now aching as the pressure of the last 20 minutes took its’ toll.
“Let me take care of that for you” she said as she gazed at my hard on.
We laid on the bathroom rug, and in one movement she rolled me onto my back and she assumed a position on top of me her pussy inches from my face and my dick inches from hers. Immediately we devoured each other, my tongue going deep into her vagina, then licking her pussy and butt. She tasted so good and I hungrily lapped up her juices as she became wetter and wetter.
At the same time my cock was in her mouth. As she expertly sucked and licked it her hands squeezing my balls in time with the bobbing of her head.
She moaned. I moaned. My fingers felt her start to clench her pussy, as her butt ground faster into my face. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as my balls sent a string of cum into her mouth. She didn’t miss a beat and drank it down, another release, and another filled her mouth. This time she held it there as she climaxed hard herself.
Turning around she lay on top of me and we kissed. The taste our juices mixing into an heady aroma that made us both want more. For now though we were both spent and as we lay there staring at each other in disbelief, Angela said,
“We should fuck!”
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