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From: "Michael Martin" <mushrom@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Mandy 1 (MF, Outdoor)
Date: Fri, 29 Jun 2001 15:10:02 -0400
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Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write 
some my own way.  They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) 
more character development than most other adult stories.

This story is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults.  It 
is based on both real life experiences and fantasy.  Any 
similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional.  Only the 
names have been changed to protect the involved parties.

If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is 
mushrom@hotmail.com.  All of my stories and more are now available 
at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica".  This is a free site, and 
the address is http://scroll.to/erotica

I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories.  Since I 
distribute it for free, please do not place it in any "pay for 
access" sites.  Other than that, as long as nothing is cut out 
(including these comments) distribution is unlimited.

Thank you, and enjoy.

PS:  My thanks to the lovely lady who gave me the inspiration for this 
story, you know who you are.


Mandy 1



It had been an OK party so far.

I was in Los Angeles for the week, enjoying spending some time with my 
cousin.  While Paul and I were not real close, he was good for a free place 
to stay.  So when he got invited to a party I was naturally invited also.

So here I was, in a town 2,000 miles from home on a Friday night, 
drinking beer with people I did not even know.  What a dull way to spend 
the night.  Well, at least there was a keg for me to pull from.

Most of the people here were kids.  16, 17, maybe 18 years old.  There 
were a few around my age (25), but those that were female were either 
butt ugly, or with their boyfriends or husbands.  But I did go ahead and 
dance with a few of the girls.  One of them was a hot little thing, with 
titties that were obviously unencumbered by a bra because of the way they 
bounced all over when we danced.  But she was probably no more then 17, 
and 3-6 years for pussy is not my idea of a good time.

After we finished, I went to the bathroom, and then decided it was time to 
go outside for a little breather.  Los Angeles in April is fairly mild, so I did 
not need a jacket.  Only 65 outside, a far change from the 20 and 6" of 
snow that we had back in Albuquerque.  I was wearing a light jacket, more 
for the damp breeze then the actual cold.  Compared to what I had been 
used to, this was practically a summer heat wave.

I went over to the far corner of the backyard, enjoying the cool night air, 
and looking up at the stars.  Not that I could see many through all the light.  
But they were there.  And it kept me from having to actually look at the 
couple pressed against the wall near the entrance, groping each other in 
the darkness.  Well, at least somebody is getting lucky tonight.

I was about to sit at the patio table when I suddenly saw a flare of light a 
few feet away.  I looked, and saw a young girl lighting a cigarette.

"Oh, excuse me, I did not see you there" I said.

A soft chuckle sounded through the muted sound of the DJ playing in the 
house.  "It's ok.  I came out here to get some fresh air.  You are more then 
welcome to join me if you wish."

I smiled and took a seat, trying to see exactly who I was talking to.  "My 
name is Mandy" she said.  My eyes were finally adjusting to the darkness, 
and while she was a pretty little thing, I realized that she was far to young 
for me.

I had noticed her hanging out near the DJ off and on throughout the night.  
Barely 5 feet tall, with probably the longest hair I had ever seen.  I had 
looked at her off and on throughout the night though.  She was wearing a 
black dress which fit nicely on her.  While on a normal gal it probably 
would have reached mid-thigh, it fell below her knees because of her short 
stature.  And the glasses she wore gave her a big-eyed innocent look.  She 
embodied the phrase "Sweet 16 and never been kissed" if I had ever seen 
it.

I introduced myself, and she said "Oh yea, you're Paul's cousin.  He told 
me you were gonna be here this week.  What do you think of LA so far?"

We then started to talk about my visit, and all the places I had been so far.  
I had done some of the usual tourist things.  Disneyland, Universal 
Studios, Whiskey-A-Go-Go, Santa Monica, Hollywood, and a few other 
places.

"Yea, The Whiskey is pretty good, if you can stand all the punks and jerks 
there.  I prefer some of the more quiet clubs myself.  That one is just to 
"hip" for my taste."

I took a closer look at her after she said that.  "How long have you known 
Paul?" I asked, wondering how old this girl really was.  I found it hard to 
believe that she had been to The Whiskey if she was 16 as I thought she 
was.

She laughed, and replied "Oh, I have known Paul since he was a 
Sophomore.  We dated for a little bit, but he was just to immature for me 
at the time, so we both kinda moved on.  But we are still friends."

Well, I knew Paul was 21, so she must be around the same age.  I took a 
closer look, and she again gave that sweet laugh.  In addition to her hair 
and eyes, she had the most stunning smile I had ever seen.  "Let me 
guess...  I know exactly what you are thinking."

"Oh really?  And what do I get if you are wrong?"

Another chuckle.  "If you are wrong, I will go and bring you another 
drink.  And if I win, you have to go get me a drink.  Deal?"

"You're on." I said.  I figured that if nothing else, I could use another 
drink.

"Well, I bet that you are wondering how old I really am.  Right?"

All I could do is shake my head.  "Yep, you got me there.  I have to admit, 
I find it hard to believe that you are over 21.  Tell ya what, how about 
double or nothing?  Let me try to answer something this time."

"OK champ, you're on.  Tell me, how old am I?"

OK, she had said that her and Paul had dated when he was a sophomore.  
Since that implied she was older, I assume she is 22.  "22" I said, with a 
grin on my face.

"Nope, sorry.  Wrong again.  If ya wanna know, I'm 23."

Woah, no way!  "Really?  You're 23!?!  Wow, I could never have guessed 
even close, if I had not known Paul's age.  But I bet you get questioned a 
lot."

"You know it!  It is hard for me to get into a new club at first, because 
they all think my ID is fake.  I have often had to show my drivers license, 
ID card, work ID, and credit cards just to get into a bar or club.  Now 
about that drink..."

I knew when I had been beat.  I stood up and bowed, saying "Yes my lady, 
and what shall I get thee, a cup of ale?"

"Naw, I think I have had enough beer for the night.  How about a wine 
cooler?  Since you are playing fetch boy for me tonight, the least I can do 
is provide the alcohol.  In the fridge in a paper bag is a 4 pack of wine 
coolers.  Feel free to grab yourself one if you like."

I bowed, and went to do just that.  While I ran the little errand, I started to 
think that maybe this party might not be so bad after all.  And hot damn, 
she was 23!  I took a quick peek into an upper cabinet, and was rewarded 
with wine glasses.  I opened one wine cooler, and poured it into both 
glasses, putting a second bottle in my jacket pocket, and returning to the 
backyard.

I could see the whiteness of her teeth in the darkness when she saw the 
wine glasses.  I could feel the reaction on my own face (and in another 
place) when I saw that.  "That is a smile I would do anything for" I told 
myself as I sat down, this time on the patio loveseat next to her chair.

"What shall we drink to?" I asked.

"Hmmmm, how about new friends?"

"Agreed" I said, looking into her eyes as we touched rims and each took a 
sip.  Not a big wine cooler person normally, I have to admit, this did seem 
to be the right drink for the occasion.  And this was much better then most 
of the "wine soda" that I have had in the past.

We quietly talked, and she told me about her and Paul.  It seemed that they 
were each other's first serious relationship.  They had dated for about 7 
months, until Paul's interest in his Nintendo started to take more 
precedence then she did.  All I could do at that is shake my head.  I knew 
my cousin had a few screws loose, but to give up this girl (no, lady now, 
no matter how she looks) for a video game was insane.

"I guess that after the first few times, he just took it all for granted.  So we 
both went our separate ways.  But we became friends again after some 
time.  Is why I knew he was looking forward to your visit."

I shook my head and said "Wow, my cousin is a real fool.  To choose a 
game over you?  Did you say he was your first?"

Mandy nodded.  "Well, not really.  I had been with a couple of guys 
before him, but I was his first.  But after about 3 months, I guess he 
thought I was only there for him when he needed some.  That got a little 
tiring, so I decided to move on.  Besides, at that time I was a serious 
smoker, and Paul always had a good stash of grass."

I nodded at that comment.  "Yea, he still does.  I don't use it myself, but 
he probably has a hit every day or so I think."

"Yea, that figures.  I am clean 3 years myself" and she knocked on the 
wooden patio table in front of us.

"Wow, that is good.  I never got much out of the stuff myself.  But I think 
it is great that you stopped.  Now if the two of us can get together, maybe 
we can get Paul to knock the shit off."

"Yea, I wish.  I have been trying for years.  I gave up trying.  But at least 
all he uses is grass.  Will you excuse me for a moment?  I have to go use 
the ladies room."

"Of course" I answered, and am proud that I remembered to stand up 
when she did.  The smile she rewarded me with told me that the gesture 
was appreciated, and she told me she would be right back.

I was treated with the sight of her hips swaying, silhouetted by the light 
coming from the patio door as she walked back into the house.  Damn, but 
this girl has a body!  Not being a real big "tit man" myself, her small 
dimensions there (maybe a B cup) did not disappoint me to much.  But her 
nice hips and tight bottom was a thing of beauty.  And the 3" heels she 
wore added just the right amount of sway to those hips.

I topped off our glasses again, killing the last of the two bottles I had 
brought along.  I was just starting to wonder where she was when she 
came back into view.  Her long hair blew slightly to her side as she walked 
back, and I could see that she had another wine cooler in her hand.

"I thought we were about out, so I went ahead and grabbed another one.  I 
hope you do not mind." 
 
I stood again as she got closer, saying "Not at all, I had just finished the 
last bottle refilling our glasses."

Mandy smiled, and this time took a seat next to me, instead of in the chair 
she had been using.  I sat down again, and handed her glass back.  She 
took a sip, then turned slightly in her seat to look at me.

"I have to admit, is rare to meet a true gentleman nowadays.  Do you 
always act so gallant?"

"Only when I am with a pretty girl" I admitted, winning yet another oh her 
laughs.  I had to fight to look into her eyes, having a glimpse of her thighs 
because of the position she was now in.

"Thanks, is nice to hear that.  So how much longer are you going to be in 
town?"

"Well, I plan on going home on Monday.  I do not have to be back at work 
until Wednesday, so that gives me a full day to rest and take care of things 
before I have to go back.  But I have to admit, am actually kinda sad to see 
it end now."

"Oh?  And why is that?" she asked, one eyebrow arching slightly as she 
pulled out another cigarette.

I pulled out my lighter and another smoke for myself, lighting them both 
before I responded.  "Because I finally met somebody here that seems 
worth knowing, and now I have to leave her."  I tried to make that corny 
line sound as honest as I could, because it was true.

Mandy placed her hand free hand on top of mine, and told me she actually 
felt the same way.  "To bad it is Paul that lives here, and not you.  Any 
chance you will be coming back out here?"

I told her that my next vacation would be in the summer, and that I would 
try and make it back here if I could.  But because of my work, that was 
sometimes hard to predict.  But I did occasionally spend time on the road, 
and sometimes even came to LA for an overnight stop.

We then spent another half hour or so talking about our jobs, and a few 
other things.  She actually made a pretty good amount of money for being 
only 23.  But I found it amazing that somebody as pretty as her was single.

I am sure I could have seen a blush if there was enough light to see by.  
She seemed to exaggerate a shudder, and I asked if everything was ok, if I 
had said something wrong.

"Oh no, everything is ok.  I am just getting a bit chilled here is all."  She 
wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms to prove the point.

Being the gentleman that I am, I stood and removed my coat, gently 
pressing her forward on the shoulder so I could wrap it around her.

"Oh no, I can't do that.  Is not fair if you get cold..."

I told her it was , I was used to much colder temperatures then she was 
here in LA.  I won another of those smiles and felt my blood race at it.  
Damn, but she could charm the gold fillings out of a miser with that smile.

I decided to take a chance, and sat back down, placing my arm along the 
back of the loveseat behind her back.  Still smiling, Mandy turned so her 
back was diagonal to me, and leaned her back against my side, her hand 
resting on my thigh.  Of course I did the natural thing, and moved my arm 
from the back of the seat to rest across her upper chest, resting on her 
outside shoulder.

"Hmmmmmmm, nice" she said softly, snuggling against me.

We continued to softly talk, cuddling like that.  I have to admit, I had 
never felt so comfortable with a lady that I had just met.  We were talking 
like old friends, and sharing things that I rarely shared with others.

Mandy shifted slightly, and arched her back, obviously uncomfortable 
being in that position for so long, so I removed my arm, letting her shift if 
she wished.

She turned her body so her feet were resting up on the seat (shoes on the 
ground I noticed), and I placed my arm across her back, giving her what 
support I could.  I both expected, and yet was surprised at what happened 
next.

Somehow, we were just kissing.  Not a passionate "I want you now" kiss, 
but a nice tender "I want to do this just because" kiss.  I found my other 
hand reaching across her belly to rest on her waist at the same time her 
arms went around my neck.  We broke and looked into each other's eyes, 
then moved to kiss again.

I slowly lowered her back onto my legs, and I bent over to continue the 
kiss.  Time seemed to stand still as we continued kissing.  I let my hand 
caress gently along her waist.

I felt the warmth of her skin under the dress, and gently moved it up and 
down, just a few inches at a time.  Mandy kept one hand behind my neck, 
the other one running through my hair, caressing the back of my neck, and 
softly touching the side of my face.

I was amazed.  Somebody that was a total stranger an hour ago was now 
kissing me with great skill.  Be both began to get caught up in the kiss.  As 
I felt her fingernails scratch along my neck, I started to move my hand up 
and down more and more.  I was now caressing her hip, feeling the swell 
out from her waist, and could almost feel her pelvic bone through her hip.  
This girl had no meat to spare on her body, but had just enough to give 
those curves a fully fleshed feeling.  And as I ran my hand slightly higher 
up her side each time, I could feel her breathing deeper each time.

I was gently tracing her ribs against her side when I felt her shift slightly 
in my lap.  Now it was obvious that I was getting a hard-on against her 
back.  But I did not care, and she did not either.  She rolled slightly 
towards me, and I moved from her lips to kissing the side of her neck.

Mandy moaned softly, as I kissed back along her jaw line, reaching her ear 
and gently nibbling on it.  Her hands moved down to gently scratch my 
back, and I continued my kissing and gentle bites.

At the same time, I started to caress her side with my thumb.  And I 
resumed my hands slow movement up and down her side, each time 
moving up slightly higher.  I was not thinking as much of trying to cop a 
feel, as much as giving her a chance to stop me if I went to far.

But 10 minutes later, we were still kissing, and my thumb was now gently 
caressing the side of her soft breast.  And her breathing had moved to 
almost quiet moans.  This girl had a VERY sensitive neck!  Mandy had 
moved almost on her side now, her face buried against my belly, and 
almost kissing me through my shirt.  I was moving from her throat back to 
her neck, then kissing along her shoulder not covered by her dress, then 
back to her ear again.

I slowly moved my hand forward, waiting for her to pull it away.  But if 
anything, she pressed herself tighter against my hand as it cupped her 
breast.

Oh my, but what breasts she had!  It fit perfectly into the palm of my hand, 
and I could feel her nipple, hard through her bra, pressing into the palm of 
my hand.  I moved back to her lips, kissing her deeply as I massaged and 
caressed her breast.  With gentle massaging motions of my fingers, I could 
feel her moans into my mouth, her nipple seeming to grow even harder 
against my palm.

I slowly moved my hand across her chest, feeling her bra gently with my 
fingertips.  I felt my breath catch as I felt the front clasp of her bra.  I 
pulled the material together in the front, twisting it so that it would come 
open in my hand.  I could feel her take a deeper breath as it came free in 
my hand.

I moved my hand slowly back to her breast, this time under the cup of her 
bra.  I could feel her nipple against my palm now, very large and very 
hard.  It felt so very big for such a small breast, on such a small girl.  I 
could only compare it her own finger.

While Mandy had small hands, her nipple felt to be about the same size as 
the first part of her pinky.  Very large around, and very long.  I moved my 
hand down slowly, as our tongues dueled in our mouths.

I caressed her areola with my fingertips, tracing a circle around her 
distended nipple.  I could feel the smooth skin around it, and even how it 
was crinkling up with excitement.  I had only felt that when the gal I was 
with was VERY excited, so I knew that she was enjoying this as much as I 
was.

I continued to caress and play with her nipple, and felt her hand moving to 
the crotch of my jeans.  I was glad now that I had decided to wear loose 
jeans, because it let her actually get a grip on my cock through the 
material.

I am not sure how long we were like that.  It may have been 10 minutes, it 
may have been 2 hours.  Time seemed to both stand still, and race by.  I 
switched hands and breasts, letting my left hand rest under her neck and 
reach down the front of her dress, starting to caress her other breast as she 
rolled onto her back, arms going around my neck again.

As I moved to kiss her neck again, my hand started to caress her belly, 
moving slowly downward.  I could feel how smooth and flat it was, 
actually making a small cave as I moved down.  I found her navel, and 
played with it through the fabric of her dress.

Mandy moaned softly "I am not like this, but it feels so good, and so right, 
I don't want to stop."

I whispered softly into her ear that it was unusual for me also, but if she 
wanted me to stop, I would.  "No" was all she said, and started to gently 
bite my ear at the same time my fingers started to caress her panties 
through her dress.

Mandy's right leg bent up at the knee, pressing it against the back of the 
loveseat.  As she did this, her left leg slid off of the seat as she set it on the 
ground.  This was a silent request, and I wasted no time thinking about it.  
I kissed her deeper, slid my hand up her thigh, slowly feeling the soft 
smoothness that spoke of her shaving very recently.  I waited for her to 
protest, ready to stop as soon as she let it be known I had moved up far 
enough.  However, that soft "no" and restraining hand never came, not 
even when I reached the apex of her thighs and started to caress her 
through her panties.

We shared a low moan, each of us moaning into the mouth of the other.  
Her panties were silk, and she felt very... humid was the only way I can 
use to describe it.  Hot, wet, and the desire was obvious as her hips rotated 
back, making her mound even more prominent.  It took all the willpower I 
had not to just dig in and touch her everywhere.

It had been a long time since I had been this intimate with anybody.  And 
while I wanted to do nothing more then toss her onto the grass behind us 
and fuck her silly, I also felt a kind of special attachment already.  I knew 
even more as I gently slid my hand up to the top of her panties, and 
slipped it down under them.

I moaned deeply as she did, sucking on each other's tongue as I slipped 
my fingers through her pubic hair.  A small neat patch it felt like.  I slowly 
caressed downwards, until I felt the very top of her cleft.

Mandy was not a silent passive partner either.  One hand continued to 
caress the back of my head, occasionally pulling gently on my hair, almost 
in silent approval to something I did at the moment.  Her other hand was 
held in front of us, caressing my bare chest after she opened a button on 
my short and reached inside.  Her small soft hand felt wonderful, caressing 
my chest and playing with the hair covering it.  She even played with and 
teased my nipples.  I never really had a lover do that to me before, and it 
was heavenly.  Now I have an idea why women enjoy it so much.

I found my attention returning to my fingers, as I could feel how wet she 
was fir the first time without her panties in the way.  Those silken panties 
hid a pussy that was fully deserving of the soft fineness that covered it.  In 
my mind, I could visualize the gentle compact lips I was caressing.  The 
bulge of her clitoral hood made it obvious that she was very excited.  And 
her labia were swollen, and covered with the wetness that had to have 
been leaking out of her.

Mandy pulled her lips away from mine and gasped deeply as I let my 
middle finger slowly slide between her lips, and felt her heat and softness.  
Slowly I slid the tip of my middle finger slowly up and down her slick slit, 
feeling her labia press against the sides of my fingers.

Back and forth I caressed her, both in a rush to get inside, yet also wanting 
to prolong this moment forever.  I slid all the way down until I reached her 
vagina, gently pressing against her opening.  Very careful not to slide 
inside, I could feel how small she was.  I had never felt such a compact 
and tight pussy before.

I took my slick finger and trailed it up, covering her clit with wetness as I 
coaxed it out from under the hood.  Hard and erect, it was almost like a 
third nipple.  I felt her shudder as I gently caressed her clit.

Mandy's breathing got deeper, and I let my lips slide back to her neck.  
My other hand moved back to her other breast, feeling how hard her 
nipples were.  While her breasts were not big, I could picture them in my 
mouth.  And her hips started to make a back and forth movements, almost 
fucking my fingers back.  I wanted her like nobody else I could ever 
remember.  She seemed to feel the same way, unbuttoning my shirt up to 
my collar and pulling it aside, gently biting and kissing my shoulder.

She actually whimpered when I pulled my hand from her panties.  But she 
was more then willing to help once she felt my hand grasping the side and 
trying to pull them off.  Her bottom lifted up from the seat, and I slid them 
down her legs.  Mandy lifted her right leg and I slipped it out, then let 
them drop down to her ankle on her left leg.

My fingers returned to her pussy, this time pressing harder against her 
entrance.  I felt her shiver as I slowly slipped into her body.  She was even 
tighter then I imagined.  I wondered if this was because of either sexual 
inexperience, or simply a reflection of her small physical stature.  But I 
did not care, as I slid my middle finger into her as far as I could.

In and out, in and out, in and out.  She felt SO good.  I felt her lips on my 
earlobe, her teeth gently digging in.  "Do you have a place we can go?" 
she whispered softly into my ear.

"No" I replied.  "I am staying with my cousin for the weekend.  How 
about you?"

"Damm.  I have my own apartment, but I came here with a friend.  So 
until she is ready to go, I have no way home.  Ohhhhh, yesssssssssssss!"

The last came as a low moan as I slid my ring finger into her alongside my 
middle finger.  I do not know if it was by reflex, or her own desire that I 
felt her contract around my fingers.  I continued to slide them in and out, 
as her tongue slid into my ear.

"I want you" I softly said, pulling back so I could look into her eyes.  The 
soft light was reflecting from her glasses, but I could still see her eyes 
through them.  Damm, but I wanted her, and badly!

I felt her hand pull down my zipper, and gasp as she reached inside to 
grasp me.  "Oh boy" I remember thinking.  If anything that I am cursed 
with, an oversized member is not one of them.

While in High School, I was often teased for being slightly 
underdeveloped in that area.  In fact, during the breakup with my last 
steady girlfriend, she made several references to my "pencil dick", much 
to my shame and discomfort.  Strange that she had never commented 
when we had been engaged in lovemaking, only when our relationship 
was in it's final heartbreaking death moments.

What I did not expect was her to gasp "Ohhhhhh.  Oh I have to have you 
inside me.  This is so perfect!"

Perfect?  Barely 6" long, and about as big around as a quarter.  Hardly the 
big thick members that are seen in porn movies or in magazines.  But 
feeling her hand inside, squeezing me and gently tugging up and down, I 
did not care.  She thought it was perfect, while I knew that real perfection 
was where my finger was at the moment, caressing her soft tender inner 
skin.

I wanted her more then ever now.  I started to run through my head where 
we might go.  There were bedrooms in the house.  But I did not know 
these people, and the idea of making love on a strange bed where anybody 
might walk in did not appeal to me.  I did not know this area, so walking 
or taking a taxi to a motel were out also.  I looked at the patio table where 
our cigarette packages and wine glasses were sitting, and I knew what I 
needed to do, and where.

I Broke away, and gently pulled my fingers out from inside of her.  Mandy 
moaned, obviously not wanting me to stop yet.  I helped her sit up, then 
pulled her to her feet.  Mandy tried to protest weakly, but stopped when I 
gently coaxed her the foot and a half to the table and bent her over it.

With her chest lying on the top, I pulled out my wallet and opened the 
secret compartment where I kept my little packet of protection.  "It's 
almost a year old" I remember thinking to myself.  "I hope it's still good."

I dropped the wallet on the table, and when she asked me what I was 
doing, I whispered "I'm getting a condom, is that ok?"

"Yesssssss" she moaned, reaching back and pulling the hem of her skirt 
up, and over her bottom.  As I rolled it on, I watched her reach back, 
pulling her cheeks apart and squeezing.  Fully covered, I pumped myself a 
few times to ensure I was still hard, and pressed myself up against her.

I felt my cock press against her slit, and slide forward.  It rubbed against 
her clit then poked a bit more before stopping.  Moaning, I pulled back 
some more, pressing forward to the same result.  "Oh shit" I thought.  
"She must think I am a real loser now."

A third attempt, and I felt embarrassment as this time I slipped upwards, 
pressing between her tight ass cheeks.  I felt hot with shame, knowing that 
she was going to laugh at me and leave because of my total inability to get 
it inside.  A forth try, and this time I slipped forward again, pressing 
against her clit and parting her lips gently before I slipped out again.

"Dammit!" Mandy swore, and I knew it was over.  But I felt her hand 
leave her bottom and reach down in front between her legs, grasping me in 
her hand and pressing me up.

"Damm, don't tease me like this!" she said.  "I want you in me, and in me 
now!  No more teasing!"

Either her passion did not let her see what was the real cause for my 
failure to enter, or she was covering my embarrassment, I did not care.  I 
grasped her hips in my hands as her delicate hand pressed me against her 
opening, and opening her labia, walked me inside.

I felt her fingers slide along my cock, pausing to grip it and push it deeper 
into her body.  She would then slide them further up my shaft, repeating 
the motion again and again until I was fully inside of her.  She was so 
tight, so wet.  I do not think I have felt such a constriction inside of a 
woman since I list my virginity along with my first girlfriend when we 
were both 16.

"Ohhh, go slowly" Mandy moaned, bowing her back and pushing her 
bottom tighter against my hips.  I slid my hands down to her hips, grasping 
them as I saw her pull her hand out from under her and crossing them in 
front of her, resting her head on them.

I slowly started to slide in and out of her body, grateful for the condom 
that I was wearing.  I was certain that without it I would not last long at 
all.  Even with it on, I knew I would not last anywhere near as long as I 
wanted to.  Between the foreplay we had enjoyed and the exquisite 
tightness I would be lucky to wait 5 minutes.

I could tell that the tight gathering of the waist of her dress would not 
allow me to slide my hands up her back, so I reached up and caressed her 
back through the fabric.  Mandy arched her back even more, increasing the 
pressure of her bottom against me, and letting me enjoy the feeling of her 
back.  I moved my hands to her sides, and could feel the swell of the sides 
of her breasts.  I continued to slide in and out, hearing her soft moans and 
gasps on each stroke.

Wanting to make it last as long as I could, I tried to turn my mind to other 
things.  Baseball, work, even the traffic I had to fight on the way to work.  
I noticed Mandy putting the side of her thumb into her mouth and biting 
on it.  Obviously she was enjoying this as well.  The discomfort she had 
when I first entered appeared to give way to pleasure.  Her hips also 
started to rock with me, making it feel like I was sliding in even deeper.

I moved my hands under her chest, and Mandy lifted up a bit so I could 
slide under easier.  I grasped one of her breasts in each hand, gently 
massaging in time with my thrusts.  I was making slow deep thrusts in and 
out now, trying even harder to keep my mind clear of what we were doing.  
I knew if I thought to much of the pleasure radiating up from my cock 
being buried in her tight cavity, I would loose all control.  In and out, in 
and out, in and out.  I tried to think of nothing but giving her as much 
pleasure as I could.  The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint this 
fabulous lady by cumming to soon.

But it seemed to be a loosing battle.  And Mandy was not helping between 
her thrusting her hips back and forth against me, and her soft moans and 
groans.  I moved my hands back to her hips and pushed all the way in, 
holding myself inside as I tried to regain my composure.

But Mandy pressed back against me, moaning "Dammit, don't stop now."

"But I am so close" I whispered, fingers caressing her hips as I pressed 
back.  "I don't want to cum yet."

"Don't worry about that, just keep going.  I want to feel you cumming 
inside of me."

While I knew that the condom would prevent her from actually feeling me 
cum, I knew that the throbbing would be unmistakable.  And never 
wanting to let a lady down, I resumed my thrusting.  I started again with 
the long deep thrusts, speeding up as I let my mental barriers down.  I felt 
my balls tighten up, and knew that I was going to totally loose it very 
soon.

"Ohhhh, oh Mandy, I'm gonna cum" I hoarsely whispered.

"Yesssssss, do it!" she moaned back, and I then felt the burning rush start 
in my groin and shoot like a bolt of lightning up to my brain, then back to 
my cock.  I could feel myself throb inside of her as I started to spurt into 
the condom.  Mandy moaned also, obviously feeling the throbbing and 
squeezing me even tighter in return.

I collapsed down against her back, gasping for breath and kissing the back 
of her neck.  We both were muttering affection for each other, and how 
good it had felt.  And while I had achieved the most pleasurable climax of 
my life, I knew that she had not achieved hers yet.

I gently pulled myself out and reached down to my ankles, pulling my 
pants back up.  I pulled the condom off and slipped my wet and wilting 
cock back into my shorts before I zipped back up.  Looking around, I 
opened the empty pack of cigarettes and dropped the rubber inside.

I held Mandy gently by the waist and pulled her back into the chair with 
me, sitting her in my lap as I gave her a long and deep kiss, trying to fill it 
with as much passion as I could.  Finally we broke for air, and I 
apologized for not lasting longer.

"Shhhhhh" she said, placing her delicate fingers on my lips.  I looked into 
those deep dark eyes as she softly said "I did not expect you to last even 
that long.  It had obviously been a long time for you also, and am just glad 
that I was the one that was with you.  I do not expect to cum every time, 
and even without an orgasm, it still felt very good."

As she talked, I was sliding one hand up under her dress, and the last word 
was said with a gasp at the end as my fingers found her wetness again.  I 
could feel that her labia were still slightly parted, obviously because of our 
mutual exertions.

"Mandy, while I was not able to hold off any longer, there is nothing 
preventing me from repaying you, and giving you an equal share of 
pleasure."  I kissed her then, and she returned the kiss with equal passion.  
Her arms went back around my neck, as I slid my middle and ring fingers 
back into her body, once again feeling her honeyed walls surrounding my 
fingers.

My thumb searched out her clit and started to caress it as she broke from 
the kiss, burying her face in my neck as I slipped them in and out, my 
thumb pressing a little harder and manipulating her in a manner that I was 
sure would bring her as much pleasure as she had given me.

I looked around briefly, trying to make sure that nobody had seen us in 
this dark corner of the yard.  I spied her panties lying on the ground near 
where she had been bent over the table.  I ran that through my head again 
as my free hand reached down her front again, playing with a hard nipple 
as I continued to slide my fingers in and out.

After a few minutes, I could feel the contractions start, erratic at first, then 
growing faster and stronger.  This combined with her breathing told me 
she was close.  I kept going, kissing along the side of her face, seeking out 
her lips.  Mandy's hands suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me in for a 
long deep kiss as she started to shiver against me.  Her thighs moved 
together quickly, clamping against my hand as she lifted her knees, 
trapping my hand both between her thighs, and against her belly.

Again and again she convulsed, bucking in my lap as she rode that long 
wave of pleasure.  After what felt like over a full minute, she gasped and 
broke the kiss, her legs slowly lowering as her hand reached down, 
grabbing my wrist and whispering "no more!"

Remembering from past experience how sore my lovers said a good 
orgasm can make them, I simply held my hand still, feeling the fluttering 
and squeezing slow down and lessen.  Finally I gently pulled my fingers 
out, and we shared another long deep kiss.

We spent another 20 minutes cuddled and caressing each other.  We 
murmured the normal endearments that you give to a wonderful lover.  I 
discovered that I was the first man she had been with like this in almost 3 
years.  And she was the first woman for me in 
Just over a year for me.

We both agreed that it was sad that we lived so far apart.  But my business 
sometimes took me here to LA, and I would also be sure to keep in better 
contact with my cousin.  So even if we never actually became a "couple", 
we might enjoy some more time together.

"Of course, I do not actually leave until Sunday.  That gives us another 
day and a half together if you wish" I said, trying to keep from sounding to 
desperate.

But she smiled at me again (and I felt my heart and other parts of my body 
react to that smile).  "I would love to.  Paul has my number, or I can call 
him tomorrow if that would be better."

"If I don't hear from you by noon, I will call you" I said, then gave her 
another soft kiss.

"It's a deal." Mandy said, closing her bra and her top as I picked up her 
panties and handed them to her.  She held onto one of my arms as she 
stepped into them, and I got a last glimpse of her heavenly treasures before 
she smoothed out her dress, and we returned to the party.

I wondered what the rest of the weekend would bring us.


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