Taking Penny Home

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I’d known Penny for several years, ever since she came to London from her native Australia and we met through a mutual friend. I’d always kind of fancied her, but as far as I’d been able to tell she wasn’t into girls, at least not in that sort of way. I’d dropped occasional hints, of course, but she’d never risen to the bait. But then one evening, that all changed. To cut a long story short, we’d been at a party in a pub up around Shoreditch. By the end of the evening, we were both slightly drunk; still perfectly in control of our facilities, but relaxed and happy. As we left the pub, Penny put her arm in mine. “Do you want to share a taxi?” she said. “I can get out first, and then you can keep it to get you home.” This made sense – we both lived in more or less the same part of south London, though I was a bit farther out. “Sure, let’s do it.” I waved down the next black cab that came past with its light on, and we both rolled into the back. I explained to the driver where we wanted to go, and then sat back as he pulled out into the traffic. To my surprise, Penny settled herself down next to me, closer than really necessary. I could feel her warm arm against mine, and without really meaning to I stroked it with my fingers. Penny gave a little wiggle, but didn’t ask me to stop. In fact, if anything she edged herself closer to me. If it hadn’t been for the alcohol, I probably wouldn’t have gone any further, but somehow I couldn’t help it. Leaving her arm, I put my hand on her bare leg and squeezed it gently. She looked at me. “Mmmm, Annie, what are you doing?” I moved my hand. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” To my delight, she took hold of my hand and put it back on her leg; not even where it had been, but slightly higher up. “No, don’t stop, I like it. It’s nice.” That was promising. I gently squeezed her leg again, and she sighed. Encouraged, bahis siteleri I began to stroke my way up her bare leg, sliding down onto her inner thigh as I got higher. Her leg was warm and slightly damp, coated in a light sheen of perspiration. With a little giggle, she snuggled into me and put her arm around my waist, pulling me towards her. I put my other arm around her shoulder and let my fingers dangle teasingly on the top of her breasts, just stroking them through her top, still casually enough that I could claim it was accidental if she changed her mind. Not that there seemed much chance of that; the look in her eyes was one of pleasure: even desire. “Are you making a move, Annie,” she murmured. “I could be,” I whispered back. As we flirted like this, my hand was sliding further up under her dress. I just kept going, her dress starting to slide up over her bare thigh until suddenly I felt the edge of her knickers. “Oh, Annie,” Penny breathed. Teasing her, I slid my hand over the front of them. The material felt lacy; I wondered what colour they were; how exciting it was to be feeling them without being able to see. I pressed against the front, and she choked back a sound, my fingers sliding over the soft fleshy pubic mound. I felt the elasticated top of her knickers, the soft bare flesh above, warm against my fingers. Gently I tugged on them, and with a thrill I found my fingers meeting a light fuzz of downy hair. There was no turning back now. Penny wriggled her bottom, allowing me to pull down the front of her knickers a bit more. I then moved my fingers deeper into her bush, feeling the heat rising from deep inside her. I felt something warm and wet; oh God, it was Penny’s vulva, the soft folds of her outer labia, shielding the deep hot wetness of her vagina. I couldn’t have stopped, even if I’d wanted to. I slid a finger over her canlı bahis siteleri labia. She was so wet with arousal that I was afraid she’d gush out all over the seat of the taxi. “Oh Penny, you’re so wet,” I whispered. Penny buried her head in my shoulder; try not to whimper out loud. I pushed inwards, and felt my finger sink between her labia and straight into her vagina. Slowly, I began to move it in and out. I could feel my hand getting wet as her juices ran out over it. Penny squirmed with excitement, her gorgeous breasts heaving in her dress. Suddenly I heard the taxi engine cut out, and looked up. Damn and fuck, we were outside the house where Penny’s flat was. “Here we are, ladies,” said the driver. “Which one of you’s getting out?” I dug into my purse, and paid the driver. “We both are,” I said, and he grinned. “Have a nice night,” he said with a wink. I smiled and winked back. “I sure intend to,” I said. Penny looked at me over her shoulder and smiled as she fumbled with her key to open the door. As soon as we were inside, without even turning on the light, she turned to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me firmly on the lips. I kissed back, pressing my body against hers, feeling her breasts squashing against my own. I put one hand on her bottom and squeezed at her cheeks, while the other felt for the zip at the back of her dress. For a moment, we stopped kissing and looked into each other’s eyes. “Penny; do you want…?” “Oh God yes, Annie…” I pulled at the zip, and felt her dress loosen around her body. I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, along with the strap of her black bra. I pulled away from her lips and began to kiss and nibble at her bare shoulder. “Oh Jesus, Annie, come upstairs, someone might catch us,” she gasped. “I don’t care,” I whispered, putting my hand canlı bahis on her breast and caressing it through her dress. “Oh Christ, I want you, please.” I took pity on her and let her lead the way upstairs, transfixed by the sight of her bra strap stretched across her bare back. The temptation was just too much: I reached up and deftly unclipped it. She squealed as her breasts suddenly lost their support. At the top of the stairs she turned to tell me off, and I saw that they were barely held in place by the front of her dress. She shushed me as we staggered towards her room, and as the door opened she pulled me in, shut it as quietly as she could, and dragged me over to the bed. She fell back onto it and lay there looking up at me, both sleeves of her dress off her shoulders and her barely-covered breasts heaving. I stood between her legs and reached over to take the front of her dress in my hand. Slowly I pulled it down, dragging her bra with it, and at last, at long last, I saw her beautiful breasts in all their magnificence. So often I’d gazed at them under her dresses when I hoped she wasn’t looking. At last I could see her dark nipples and dimpled areolae. I put out my hand and stroked it over the warm mounds, circling round her nipples, then over them. As I touched them, I felt them rise up, aroused and excited. I leant over and took one in my mouth, sucking and licking at the hard bud. I wanted to see all of her. Releasing her nipple, I began to tug at her dress. She helped me, and very soon we’d pulled it down, and she was lying there in just her knickers; pale yellow, I saw at last. I could also see the dark shadow of her bush, a few hairs escaping from the top. There was a dark damp patch around her crotch where her juices had stained it as I fingered her. Quickly, I removed my own top, and unclipped my bra, feeling excited and nervous as I pulled the cups down, freeing my own little breasts. Penny put her hands up and cupped them, and my nipples instantly hardened. She smiled. “You have such cute breasts, Annie,” she said, as she gently stroked them.

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