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Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 10
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 29, 2005 - 04:09 am: | 
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SLIPPERY WHEN WET
by Alex B.
When I was eighteen and a senior in high
school, my parents left town for a weekend
during October leaving me alone to watch over
the house. Rather than throw a party, I invited
a girl I knew from school to come over on
Saturday evening and watch a movie with me.
Lauren, who had just turned eighteen, was a
member of the school swim team. She had a tight
athletic body, short brown hair, hazel eyes and
possibly the cutest bottom I've ever seen.
We never did get around to watching the movie.
Instead, we made margaritas and stood in the
kitchen sipping them as we talked. At one
point, Lauren turned to refill her glass
and I jumped at the opportunity to land a
fairly powerful swat across the seat of her
incredibly tight blue jeans.
"Oh, so that's what you're into!" she said
with mock surprise.
It was impossible that Lauren had never noticed
me admiring her gorgeous backside. It was round
and firm and made the perfect target for a
well-placed slap.
She retaliated by giving my ass a good smack
and we were soon chasing each other around the
kitchen trading harder and harder swats to
each other's rears. Eventually, Lauren tucked
her bottom into a corner where I couldn't get
at it, so I resorted to kissing her instead.
We had shared a few playful pecks now and then,
but nothing like this. Our tongues swirled
around one another and we pressed our bodies
together tightly. I started to reach down to
remove her sweater, but was politely pushed
back a step.
"Pour me another drink." Lauren said, pointing
toward the blender. "But not that stuff. It's
way too strong." Then she handed me her glass
and headed into the living room.
She was right, I'd never made margaritas before
and had used twice the tequila I should have.
As I mixed a milder batch of drinks, I heard
the living room door slide open. A minute
later, I walked out to find that Lauren had
gone out by the pool and was perched at the
edge of the diving board.
"What would happen if I jumped in right now
with all my clothes on?" she asked.
"You'd be in big trouble." I said as sternly
as I could.
That was all the incentive she needed.
Taking one bounce off the end of the board,
she executed a perfect dive into the pool.
She was laughing wildly when she popped her
head out of the water. I simply stood there,
staring down at her with my arms crossed.
Then she began floundering around, pretending
she couldn't swim.
"Help! Come save me, Alex! I'm drowning!"
"If I have to come in there," I told her as I
kicked off my loafers. "your ass is mine."
"Ooh! Come and get it!"
I put my wallet and watch in one of my shoes
and jumped in after her. There was a bit of a
chase and a lot of splashing, but soon we were
wrapped around each other in the shallow end.
We kissed as we removed each other's clothing,
letting each article slowly drift to the bottom
of the pool. When were finally naked, Lauren
reached down and, taking hold of my hardened
cock, gently guided me into her. A virtual
novice to lovemaking and certainly no expert at
underwater acrobatics, I let her make all the
important moves. She smiled to notice I was
shivering and clearly understood that it had
little to do with the temperature of the water.
She wrapped her legs around me and placed my
hands on her hips.
"Now just squeeze your ass cheeks together."
she whispered.
I followed her advice and soon found myself
thrusting deep inside her with ease. It felt
fantastic and I can't honestly say which of us
was enjoying it more as Lauren was moaning
and digging her fingernails into my shoulders.
Suddenly, I realized I'd forgotten something.
So I carefully pulled out and took Lauren by
the wrist leading her up the stairs out of
the water. (She later told me that she assumed
I was taking her over to the chaise lounge to
finish what I had started in the pool.)
Imagine her surprise when, instead, I placed
my foot on the seat of a patio chair, hauled
her over my leg and began soundly spanking her
bare, wet fanny. I remember hearing her gasp
after the first few slaps. As I continued
spanking her, the gasps became squeals and
bursts of laughter until she seemed to be
laughing and crying simultaneously. I'll never
forget how beautiful her cheeks looked as they
shimmered in the late afternoon sun- how the
silver droplets of water flew off her bottom,
or the lovely squishy smacking sound as each
spank landed across her shiny, jiggling buns.
After two dozens good hard swats, I put Lauren
back on her feet and ordered her to dive into
the pool and retrieve our clothing. She began
to protest, but one lightning-fast swat to her
already stinging bottom had her leaping to obey
my command. In an instant, she was underwater
gathering our pants, underwear and socks.
I stood by giving her extra incentive smacks
as she attempted to ring the pool water from
our things.
I then lead her, by the ear, to the den where
we put it all in the clothes dryer. And over
that working dryer Lauren draped herself.
With her arms wrapped around its edges,
her throbbing pink bottom lifted upward,
she offered herself to me. And I took her.
Carefully, gently, I nudged the tip of
my cock against her lips and with one smooth
thrust I was in.
With our clothing tumbling around inside,
I pounded her from behind with increasing speed
as she pressed herself against that big warm,
vibrating machine. When we were done, I hauled
Lauren's exhausted body over my shoulder and
carried her to my room where we collapsed onto
the bed and rested for a while.
Lauren had to be home by eleven, so once our
clothes were dry, we put them on and spent the
next hour spooning on the couch. She stretched
herself across my lap and I delivered a few
playful swats with a lot of deep rubbing.
It was far more a massage than a spanking.
Afterward, she sat up in my lap, kissed me
sweetly, then went home.
Lauren and I never became a serious item.
We drifted in other directions and dated
other people.
On graduation day, I found Lauren alone behind
the bleachers having a smoke. I sneaked up
from behind and gave her ass such a swat
that it knocked the cigarette from her mouth.
Thoroughly pissed off, she spun around to slug
her attacker. But when she saw it was me, I was
greeted with a wry grin and a bear hug. As I
squeezed her ass through her robe, she reached
under mine to give my cock a friendly tug.
We could hear others approaching, so we quickly
shared one last kiss before saying goodbye.
Twenty years- and I can still taste her lips
on the edge of each cigarette and at the bottom
of every margarita.
THE END
(Message edited by bethie on May 21, 2006) |
Fanny
Spanko
Username: Fanny
Post Number: 343
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 29, 2005 - 08:09 am: |
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Great story. Memories are what makes the world go 'round, and don't we just love making more!
"Queen of Innocence""
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Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 193
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, May 29, 2005 - 01:56 pm: |
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Great story, Alex! Very nicely told. |
Smartnnaughty
Junior Spanko
Username: Smartnnaughty
Post Number: 77
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, June 01, 2005 - 12:28 pm: |
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At 17, a newbie at sex but not at spanking? Make sense to me.
Wonderful story. All of your characters are so real and believable. I enjoy them all.
Sassy Sassy Sassy
No one can be as Sassy as me!
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Bobbi71
New member
Username: Bobbi71
Post Number: 12
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, August 20, 2005 - 02:43 am: |
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Great story Alex B. |
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