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She took him to clubs all over the strip, showing him gambling parlors and strip shows. Hell they even won a thousand bucks! He was having a great time, feeling great after the drinks they'd been having. She had gotten a little tipsy and was clinging to his arm now, she'd even kissed him when they'd won the thousand dollars. His cock was going crazy, his mind was racing!
They finally headed home when it had become dark, the sky was black and the moon shown above them. She had slipped under his arm, she'd had way too much to drive. They made it home and parked in a side lot. She had begun kissing his neck, running her hand under his shirt.
He had pulled away at first, letting her know it was after four in the morning and they were close to home. He didn't once utter anything about the fact that they were cousins. He'd wanted her as badly as she'd wanted him by that point.
She'd laughed, "Then let's go inside, get ready for bed and then sneak down to the basement and meet me."
He'd gotten out of the car and went inside. He wasn't sure what to do, he now had the opportunity of his life, Lisa was sexy and loved sex. He didn't want to disappoint her, she was his family and he loved seeing family happy.
He showered and put on pajama pants and a tank top. He'd quietly snuck down the steps to the basement, leading the way with his phone light. He'd found a light switch which in turn helped him find a lamp and dim the basement back up. He'd explored for about ten minutes, looking for a place for them to shag at.
His thoughts were to spread out the big comfy blankets that were in a heap in the middle of the floor, make a small love next in the furthest back corner. Anyone coming down to the basement would have to walk down all the stairs, go left or right about five feet and then walk to the back before they would be found. He figured by then, they could hide. He'd found a small nook that they could crawl into to stay hidden until the person went back upstairs.
With his escape route all planned, he'd went to the stairs to wait for Lisa. He sat there for another twenty minutes, smoking a cigarette and getting nervous. When he'd snubbed out his cigarette, ready to head back to his bed on the couch, she opened the door and snuck down to him.
He'd pulled her to the back of the basement, showing her the love nest he'd created. She smiled and tugged his pants down, showing off his cock. She touched it, leaning her lips over and locking them with his. They stood that way for a few minutes, lips locked, tongues exploring each others mouths. Her stroking him, cupping his balls after every few strokes. He kissed down her neck, making a path over her body, "Show me your body," he breathed into her neck.
She stepped back, letting him go, and pulled her night shirt over her head. She stood before him entirely naked, her body tanned and sculpted. That of an angel he thought.
He pulled her close again, kissed his way down to her breasts. He nibbled the hard nipples that protruded at his mouth. She was fully turned on and he was ready to extinguish the fire her body was producing.
They fell to the bed he'd made them, his hand went to her bare ass, cupping it and massaging her. He caressed her ass, then her thighs. He spread her legs and his fingers plunged into her. She was kissing his neck, his chest. She'd even left nail marks in his back.
He rubbed her, teasing her clit with his rough hands. His two fingers inside of her while his thumb rubbed her, tracing all the lines of her clit. He'd found every spot that made her wiggle, cry out or cum. She was soaking wet, his fingers sliding inside of her over and over. She was so juicy it made him drool.
He kissed down her body, licking and teasing her til his tongue found her love button. He'd pressed that button, the most tender spots on her clit. Teasing and tonguing her, til she soaked his face with her scent. He'd french kissed her clit until her body shuddered with pleasure.
When she was finally able to move, her mouth found it's way to his hard cock. She bobbed her head over his cock, taking almost every inch inside. Her throat was tight around him, her fingers tugging at his ball sack. His dick was pulsing, sending heat to her mouth. It was about to explode and he was ready to be inside her already.
He pushed her back, spread her legs and slowly lowered himself to her. His cock touched her entrance and he rubbed it over her clit, teasing her, "Are you sure you want me to fuck you? This is your last chance to stop me Lisa!"
She lifted her hips, allowing his head inside of her, "If you stop now Adam, you'll regret it! Now, Fuck me!"
He entered her, her legs found his
hips and locked on them. He pumped into her, she was tight even though she'd been having sex often. He could feel her vagina muscles tighten on him. The friction was enough to send him over the edge. He sprayed his cum inside of her. She was full of his cum and it dripped out.
He pulled out of her, his cock slightly limp. He lay next to her while she caught her breath. She leaned her head against his chest, teasing his nipple with her tongue.
"So I guess I was able to seduce you today, don't you think?" She asked.
He just looked into her eyes, "You didn't wear any panties on purpose?"
He just knew his vacation had gotten much better!
The End.
Unforgettable
Ursula almost remembered the dream that night.
The alarm shattered most of it; even as she was waking up, the strident buzzing noise crashed through the memories, leaving nothing but fragments. She grasped at them, trying to hang onto something, anything at all. There was a hand, she knew, a hand sliding down the swell of her hip and...and a taste like wet rubber...no good. It was gone. Ursula hit the snooze button, but the dream didn't come back. Instead, she just lay there, her hand drifting down between her thighs to feel her slick pussy, touching her tingling clit... The dream always left her horny as fuck, whatever it was.
The alarm went off a second time before she could really do anything about it, though, and Ursula rolled over to realize she didn't have time to indulge even if she could... She staggered out of bed and stumbled into the shower, counting on the hot water to help her body realize that it wasn't time to masturbate, it was time to get to work. Even so, she found herself devoting a little extra attention to making sure her cunt was nice and soaped up (hands all over her body) before taking the shower head attachment and giving it a nice, long rinse with plenty of water pressure (her own voice moaning, "feels soooo good...") But as always lately, she couldn't seem to close the gap between pleasure and release. The pleasure just reminded her of the dream, and then she tried to chase those memories and wound up with nothing but frustration. Frustrated in body, frustrated in mind. Not the best way to start work.
She pulled her comb angrily through her long auburn hair. She'd have to leave it wet, there was just no time to dry it. No time for contacts, either--she just slipped a pair of glasses over her liquid brown eyes, bringing the world into focus (was the world in focus in the dream? A momentary flash of someone taking off her glasses, the last flash she'd get all day) and pulled on her clothes before heading out the door into the gray London morning.
Work was already chaotic by the time she got there. Customer queues were up to ten minutes, dropped calls were spiking, and Andrea shot her a look when she walked in that was half-glare, half-plea. "No time for coffee this morning, Ursie. Just get on the phones, I'll give you an extra break once things calm down."
