I can't recall a time when "Sexy Sally" wasn't boy crazy. At age 7 we sat on the concrete steps coloring while she kept me and a few other girls spell bound telling us how she got to be a fairy princess flower girl at her Aunt Stephie's wedding. The ring bearer was a cute boy, a nephew to the groom by the name of Billy.
During the reception little Billy and Sally kissed in the cloak room and vowed to marry when they grew up. This was the first of Sally's many escapades to come.
Sally was sexy as hell and always got her man. All through school, boys gravitated to her and even had fist fights to win her favors.
I tried to figure out what it was that she had that I didn't. She was pretty for sure, no doubt about it, but so was I and no boys fought over me.
It was frustrating. Even girls were drawn to Sally. My brother and my own father were captivated by her charm, as were my fathers friends! One day she even
confessed to me she had a crush on my dad and thought he was handsome.
My dad handsome? I guess he was but children aren't genetically programed to find their parents sexually attractive, so I guess it was just me.
Anyway, outside of my dad giving her a real good deal on a car, I think the "attraction" was confined to a status of mutual admiration. However, this gives you
some idea of the breadth and scope of this wonder woman who was my best friend for a long time.
I finally came to the conclusion that Sally was born with the "gift of flirting" and not unlike Mozart, she was among the gifted child prodigies of the world.
If she was in the presence of any male (no matter his age) something about her changed. Instead of looking sad, like she normally did, she lit up like a light bulb, and turned into a glamorous movie star like living doll.
Example: Sally could be reading a book and if a man walked in the room, she would look up and instantly her face was transformed into a full blown woman with a smile that would put the Mona Liza to shame.
Her big thick long lashed brown eyes would glisten as she looked into the eyes of any male beholder; no doubt about it, Sally owned any man who fell under her spell. Men never forgot her - just the mention of her name and males of any age became like wimpish little helpless puppy dogs.
If the secret behind her smile was ever discovered women would rule the world.
Sally and I graduated from high school and moved to a big city to seek our fame and fortune. We immediately contracted as independents to a large real estate firm that had hired us as guides to show people through their various Open House's.
Thanks to Sally's charm, we got the coveted job over a hundred of other applicants. The owner had no regrets over hiring us. We earned our keep and made the company money.
One day the owner of the firm gave us a big surprise in with our commission checks.
It was a note that said he and the real estate sales people wanted to recognize us for all our great open houses which had increased gross sales by 20%.
He said there would be a party in our honor on Friday and it would replace the typical "Casual Day". Sally and I were asked to come up with a new theme that would contribute to the general company spirit.
Once again Sally stepped up to the bat and encouraged me to join in with her to get the CEO (Mr. Richards) to declare that Friday would be "Sex Friday" and that this would mean everyone could have sex with whoever in the company was agreeable.
I liked the idea especially when she said "Sex Friday" also included an open bar where we could eat and drink all day and snack on the much rumored company brownies that supposedly produced a pleasant high.
The thought of not knowing what I was doing or having to remember "my sins" the next day was highly arousing. I was always feeling horny and longed to break free from my sexual inhibitions.
Sally disappeared into the bosses office the next day. Before long I saw her leaving his office while giving him an endearing smile. He was all but drooling and I knew she had "got her man" once again.
Sally tossed her mane of long red hair and said:
"Hey Babe, we're on! The "Grey Fox" liked the idea of a
"Sex Friday"!
Explaining my apprehensions over this to Sally she put her arm around me and said:
"Babe, for once , do me a favor. Don't try to figure out everything in advance. That ruins all the fun! Go with the flow Babe, go with the flow."
The girl I had always looked up to had spoken. Who was I to argue? Maybe I did need to do what the old rock song suggested:
"Let's Get Drunk and Screw."
I showed up for "Sex Friday" at the hotel party room that Mr. Richards had rented for this special day in my sexiest business outfit. It certainly represented my attitude. One foot in and one foot out.
A lot of kidding was going on but no one thought that when the party actually started at 6:00 PM anything much would happen beyond the usual escapades.
Hightly flirtatious activity went on all day long and the air was charged with excitement and expectation.
Most of the sales associates including Sally and me
had taken rooms at the hotel for the weekend, but as far as I could tell there was no sexy stuff going on between any of the associates.
By 8:00 the party was in full swing and much to everyone's delight "Chippendale" Male Strippers crashed the party along with 2 bar tending "Bunnies" from the local PlayBoy Club.
It seems Mr. Richards wanted to provide this extra bonus to ensure our celebration party would spur next months sales even higher.
As the night went on the merriment continued and gradually this one paired off with that one. As exciting as all of this was, I decided it was not in the cards for me to have a sexual experience.
I sure and hell was not about to take a chance and "ruin my own nest" with the owner or any of the sales associates who were known to kiss and tell all.
I envied Sally who never worried about such things; out of the corner of my eye I saw her up at the bar getting it on with the head of home sales.
She obviously was having a good time but by that time I decided to simply enjoy the show and go home early.
Soon I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the Domino's Pizza guy who asked me:
"I need to know where to put this order of pizza. Can you help?"
I looked up and saw this gorgeous young hunk smiling at me. He was holding 5 more boxes of hot pizza.
My pulse quickened as our eyes met and breathlessly
I responded:
"I should take care of you. Everyone
else is busy."
I took him over to the guy in charge of the food and then had him follow me back up to the guest suite so I could write him a check. While I was making it out I heard the door close and the dead bolt engage.
He said:
"I can open it if you like, but your Mr. Richards said that with your permission, I should take care of you."
Without a word I handed him the check. He silently put it into his money bag, sat it down on the table and poured us both a drink from room's courtesy bar.
He turned up the salsa music on the intercom and began to gently play with my hair, massage my shoulders and kiss my neck. Neither one of us said a word but I could hear myself and him sighing - breathing hard.
Soon he carried me over to the bed and with the pillows, he propped me up at the head of the bed, removed his jacket, and then everything else as artfully as a male strip tease dancer.
Playfully and seductively he threw one piece of clothing at me at a time and I in turn would remove one of mine and throw it back.
We still did not talk but we giggled and laughed like the two eighteen year olds we were.
He put his big oversize Domino's shirt around my shivering bare shoulders and laying down beside me on the bed held me close, nuzzled my neck and smothered my mouth with wet kisses.
Face to face my hands found his tight hard ass as he did mine. I felt his cock growing hard between us. I reached down and touched it and at last he spoke:
"Put your hands around it and rub it up and down. See how alive it feels. It wants to be in you. I want to fuck you."
He was hard as granite. I arched against him and felt his palms move up my spine. With a tantalizing combination of sexual demands and pent up longings my body relaxed into his, my nipples lay hard against his and I felt him nudging my thighs far apart with his head kissing his way down to where I longed for him to be -- where my womanhood cried out and was weeping sweet juices for his consumption.
I liked him coming down on me like that, I liked the feel of his hot breath blowing on my pussy. He stiffened and so did his manhood as my lips hungrily explored him.
I felt a sexual stirring in my gut the second I took
his erection into my mouth and he nearly came. He made a gutteral moan and I felt his body quiver.
I stopped and gave him time to gain control.
Now it was his turn to torture me. He knew just what to do and how fast to do it - when to pause and when to speed up. The combination of his wet mouth against my vaginal lips and his cock fucking my mouth was a double whammy that felt so good it was nearly unbearable.
He brought me to the brink over and over again until I was reduced to begging. Dropping him from my mouth I pleaded with him to sink his big thick fat penis in to my womanhood.
Finally he straddled my hips and hovered above me. Seeing him above me with thighs wide open holding
his swollen throbbing erection I thrust against him with an uncontrollable sense of urgency.
Tight, wet, and hot my cunt grabbed his cock and we began to move in and out with a slow pumping rhythm.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I moaned. "Never ever stop!"
When we came, it felt like an explosion with great after shocks creating bursts of energy that melted us somehow together forever more in time.
Laying peacefully in each others arms I settled into his body contentedly and silently blessed Mr. Richards for presenting me with the Domino's Pizza Man on my 1st. Sex Friday.
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