Anal At Last Ch. 13

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Angela called an hour or so later.

"Andy, you can come over now, I'm just heading out."

"Where are you? Are you alone?"

"Yes, I'm in the bedroom, Sam's in the back garden still, and I've told her you won't be back till later. She's all yours.... be nice to her."

"What happened?"

"Andy, I'll tell you later."

"Tell me now," I said, "or you won't see Peter again."

She paused. "Alright. I went downstairs, and lay on the other sun bed. We chatted for a few minutes, then I asked Sam to put some lotion on my back for me, as I wanted to lay on my front. She came over, knelt beside me, and started rubbing me down. When she'd done all over, I reached down and slid my knickers down, asking her to do my bum. She wasn't keen, but I said I'd done hers, so it was only fair. She needs some practice in the massage department however - she's a bit clumsy. But I couldn't help but think that maybe you and her could practice together, and I was getting really turned on.

"I groaned accidentally as one of her hands slipped a bit further between my thighs - not too high up of course - and she pulled away quickly. I turned half-over, apologising, saying she had good hands and a nice touch, and then I sat up to get a drink.

"I couldn't resist it. I ran my glass down over my chest and cleavage, groaning at how lovely it felt, knowing she could see my nipples harden even more. But she looked frightened, so I backed off, and we just chatted from then on.

"So take it easy Andy, she's still wary of me a bit, so she'll definitely be wary of you.

"Listen, I've got to go... it'll seem suspicious if I'm up here for too long. Be good Andy, and I'll be very good to you later."

"Really? Tell me what you'll do..."

"Andy, I've got to go."

"Tell me."

"OK.... remember when I made you come in the garden with my finger up your ass? It felt pretty good, right?"

"Yes," I said, guardedly.

"I want my tongue there tonight."

And with that, she hung up, leaving me wondering if I could go that far. I sat thinking about it for a while. I mean, a finger is one thing, but a tongue? That's edging towards my boundaries.

I thought about it some more as I walked back to the house. Angela drove past, saw me, and pulled in. I walked up to her door as she opened the window. She leaned out a bit, pulled me towards her, and kissed me, her tongue entering my mouth.

Surprised, I kissed her back, reaching a hand in to squeeze her breast through her work suit.

She broke the kiss. "Andy, I'm so wet right now. All I can think about is getting you naked tonight, pushing you on to that bed, and going to town on those firm buns of yours. Can you imagine what it'll be like to feel my tongue slide between your cheeks and push inside your asshole? You'll love it baby, honestly you will, it's like nothing you've ever felt, and I want to be the first to do it to you."

"Angela, honey, I'm not sure... it's a new thing to me, and I need to think about it."

"Andy, have you forgotten that a short while ago, no-one had been anywhere near my ass, and now I've had your fingers, your tongue, and that huge cock of yours inside it, as well as a dildo?"

"No Angela, but it's different for guys."

"Different bollocks. I'm going to do it baby. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because if you let me do it, I'll talk to Sam one day, and get talking about sex, and tell her you let slip that you find her sexually attractive, and that I don't mind if she teases you as long as it's 'only playing'. Do you think she'll respond to you differently after that? Do you think she'll have a wank one day and leave her juicy wet knickers somewhere only you'll find them? Will she come in without a bra one hot day, knowing that you can see her nipples harden when she realises that you're watching her tits? Will she stay one night, and pretend to be having a nightmare, and ask you to give her a cuddle while she's still in just a t-shirt?"

She stopped, looking at me.

I thought about it.

"I'll make sure I have a shower before you come round then".

She grinned at me, licked her lips whilst pointedly looking down at my ass, and started the window winding up. "Remember, be nice" she said as I backed away from the car.

She pulled out at the next gap in traffic, waving as she did so. I waved back, shaking my head at the thought of what the two of us were doing. That reminded me that I wanted to catch Samantha still in her bathing costume, so I turned and rushed back to the house.

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When I arrived, I snuck in to see what Sam was up to, hoping she was playing with herself again. Alas not, she was sat up on the sun bed reading a book. I sauntered over to her, letting my eyes roam over her curvaceous body, pretending that actually I was looking, but was trying not to make it obvious.

She looked shocked to see me. "Andy! I thought you weren't coming back till tonight! Angela said it was OK to sunbathe here, as it's secluded and you'd be away." She looked around for something to cover herself up with, but there was nothing handy.

"Ah, it's no problem." I looked her up and down again. "Trust me; it's really not a problem".

She blushed, squirming slightly. "Andy, do you mind if I go get changed? I wasn't really expecting anyone to see me wearing this. First Angela, and now you..."

"Angela was here? What for?"

"I don't know. She came out and joined me for a bit."

"Did she now?" I asked, slightly salaciously. "I hoped you made sure she was well lotioned up - I'd hate to have to deal with her sunburn later. Mind you, maybe I could run some after-sun in. Angela just LOVES a good massage...."

She blushed again, ferociously this time.

"Actually," I continued. "Maybe I should catch a bit of sun today before Daniel gets back tomorrow. But... well without Angela here, you're the only other person who could put lotion on my back. Would you be OK with that?"

"Er... well... I suppose so."

"Right, I'll be back in a second."

I went upstairs, changed into that pair of trunks that they bought me, adjusted myself so that I wasn't bulging too much, and then realised that if I did get a hard-on, I'd definitely be poking out the top. So I changed into another, more spacious pair, and came back down again. Sam looked at me as I came into the garden, her eyes dropping to my groin, and then she looked away sharply. I walked up to her, grabbed the suntan lotion, and started rubbing it into myself, making sure to make the most of my muscle tone as I did so. When I did my legs, I bent over so my ass was facing roughly in her direction - not right in her face, but enough for her to get a good look.

Then I lay down on my front on the sun-bed, and handed her the lotion. "Here you go," I said.

She took it, hesitatingly, and then poured some cream out and started to rub it in my shoulders. Like Angela had said, she wasn't the best masseur, but that wasn't really what I was there for. She slowly worked her way down my back, and I could feel my erection start to grow.

I stretched out, firming up the muscles in my back, my ass-cheeks, and my shoulders, letting her see and feel how toned I was for someone of my age, and then settled down with a heavy sigh.

"You've got good hands," I said. "Keep on going, I'm enjoying this."

She seemed to settle down and relax a bit. And then I realised she was doing more than just rubbing lotion in. Her movements were slowing down, feeling my body more, going over areas of my body that already had a good coverage of suntan lotion, and working more like a massage - up and down my spine, round my shoulders, over my sides, etc. I muttered low moans and groans, as if she was helping me to relax a bit.

I didn't want to speak in case I broke the spell, so I just settled down. To be fair, she did soon get into the groove - I guess she'd never massaged anyone before, so although she must have seen things like this on TV, she took a while to turn what she'd seen into actual actions.

Eventually, she'd covered my whole back, and couldn't really disguise the fact that she'd overstretched the excuse of rubbing oil on my back. She stood up, and nervously said that she thought I was done.

I went to turn over and lay on my back, but realised I'd had an erection. Inadvertently, I glanced down at my bulge, glanced at her, and then threw myself back down on my front. "I think I'll just stay on my front for now, and let my back get some sun without your shadow on it."

Samantha saw me looking, and looked down herself, again looking sharply away when she realised where she was looking. She looked flustered, and then sat down back on her sun-bed.

"Do you want me to put some on your back a bit later?" I asked, innocently.

"Er... no, it's OK Andy, Angela put some on earlier."

"Did she now?" I asked, with another seedy grin. "I wish I'd seen that: my two favourite women giving each other a massage. Men will pay good money for that sort of thing, you know."

"Andy! Don't be wicked!"

I turned slightly to my side facing her, deliberately letting a bit of my bulge show. "Well, how can I stop myself? Two lovely women: one slender, one curvy in all the right places - ". I let my eyes wander up and down her body again. “- rubbing each other down with suntan lotion. Show me a red-blooded mail who wouldn't get excited at that?"

Again, her eyes flicked to my groin, then flicked back to my eyes. I deliberately raised one eyebrow as she realised with horror that I'd caught her looking.

"Samantha, honey," I said, softly. "It's OK. It's a natural response I've had, and it's a natural response you've had. We're both adults, and friends. No need to get embarrassed."

"Andy, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to look. I thought -”

"Sam, it's OK, it's OK. Jesus, I can barely keep my eyes off you in your bikini, so I can't really complain if you're looking at me, can I?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, despite all my piss-taking, you've got a great body under those frumpy old clothes you normally wear. I said the same last weekend when you did your fashion show. I just didn't realise then just how great it was."

She looked down, embarrassed. "Do you really think so?"

"Of course. Look at yourself. Hour-glass figure, great hips, a fantastic pair of ti- ... Well, you know what I mean. Good on top. Slim waist, but not too skinny like some people. You're all woman, no doubt about it." I took a good look at each part of her body as I spoke about it.

"Don't you think I'm a bit fat?"

"Fat? No! Whatever gave you that idea? Alright, you're not some skinny catwalk model, but who wants to fuck a skeleton." She looked at me sharply. "Oops, bad Andy," I said, grinning at my swearing. "Well, you know what I mean. A woman should have some curves on her, and you've got plenty... and all in the right places."

"Well, I feel so fat."

"All women think that." An idea struck me. "Here, stand up, facing away from me, and I'll show you."

She looked confused, but stood up anyway. Her lovely ass jiggled as she turned around.

"Now, don't be afraid, but I'm going to have to touch you here, so get ready." She looked over her should at me, but I put on my best disarming smile, holding my arms wide and palms up to show I wasn't a threat.

"OK," she muttered quietly, and turned her head away again.

Great, I thought. I stepped in close behind her. Not too close, as I still had a hard-on that I didn't want her to feel.

I gently put my hands on each side of her waist, and squeezed slightly. "Look, there's no spare fat there." She flinched a bit under my touch, but didn't pull away.

I ran my hands down her hips, and squeezed gently again. "Look, no fat there."

Up her back, stroking the sides, gently touching the areas where people gain fat above their bum and the sides underneath their armpits. "No fat here either." Samantha sighed softly, and although I couldn't see her eyes, I'd have placed good money on either her eyelids closing, or her eyes rolling upwards as she enjoyed my touch.

I leaned forward slightly, still keeping my cock away from her, but bringing my mouth closer to her ears so I could whisper what was coming.

I slid my hands underneath her armpits, gently cupping her breasts. She groaned, caught herself, and stifled it. "These are just delicious," I breathed. "Weighty but firm. Nice shape. Not at all droopy." She leaned slightly back into me, her breath coming faster.

I held my hands there for a second, squeezing ever so slightly, and then, when she must have realised I was enjoying myself, I ran them down over her stomach, lightly fluttering with my fingertips. Her stomach muscles tensed as I whispered, "And a smooth stomach, nicely shaped, and very feminine. You're not trying to show off your manly six-pack, which is most off-putting... And I'd love to softly kiss your stomach one night... Well, I mean a stomach like yours." Actually, I like a fit woman that has a toned stomach, just as much as I like Sam's slightly curvy one, but I wasn't going to tell her that right now.

Again, I paused for a moment, then ran my hands back towards me, over the "tickle spot" just above the hip bones on each side, and then down the small of her back, gently, gently, gently, just a feather-light touch, down over the crease of her ass, to rest beneath her bikini bottoms.

Again, I breathed into her ear, "And the most gorgeous firm ass that I've seen in a long time. Nice and meaty, the way a woman's should be, like two cushions, just calling out for a man to stroke them, like this..." I ran my fingers along the crease where each thigh met with her ass cheeks. I love that spot on a woman.

She shivered, and goose-bumps broke out all over her.

I waited another moment, and slid my hands back up to her waist, pulling her slightly towards me and pushing my hips slightly forward, so that my now-rampant erection brushed against her ass. She felt it, and her hips jerked forward, breaking the touch, but not far enough away to break my grasp.

I breathed into her ear again. "Samantha, any man would love to have done what I just did, and I'm sorry if my reaction offends you, but I can't help it. You've got a fantastic body, and there's not one single thing you should be embarrassed or ashamed of. In fact, I feel honoured to have been able to touch you like this. It's not often that an old codger like me gets to feel a lovely young woman like yourself. Normally, we have to just stare and try to avoid looking like a pervert."

She stood still, saying nothing, her breath coming faster. Then she sobbed a bit, and I realised she was crying. I took her by the shoulders and turned her towards me. Tears were running down each cheek.

"Hey, Samantha honey, what's wrong?"

She raised a hand to wipe away the tears, smiling in embarrassment. "It's just... Oh, I don't know... I'm just being silly..."

"Samantha, what is it? You're not crying for no reason."

"Well, it's just... you touching me - "

"Sam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to show you what a lovely young woman you are."

"No, it's not that. Not at all. It's just... well... no-one's ever touched me like that." She sobbed again.

I thought for a moment. "And you wish someone had, is that right?" I asked. She nodded, more tears flowing. I pulled her in close, forgetting for a moment that I had an erection. She came in for the hug, felt my hard-on, flinched back, and then settled back in again, my hot hard-on pressing against her stomach. Her breasts pressed against my chest, flattening as we hugged.

"Andy, I'm sorry, I just sometimes I wish...." She paused.

"Wish what?"

Another pause. Then "Wish that I had someone who would say things like that about me more often." I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest, and my cock throbbed.

"Samantha, I'll say things like that about you any time you like, if it makes you feel better. I'm not lying; I'm not making it up. You are a lovely girl, and not just physically." I raised a hand up to her face, gently stroking away the tears, running a hand up to her hair to push it away from her face. She hugged me tighter.

I think she suddenly realised that she was stood there in her bikini, getting turned on, hugging my erection into her stomach, and felt uncomfortable at the realisation. She suddenly broke away, looking around as if to check that no-one could see, and giving another glance to my cock.

"Andy, I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened. I'll go now."

"Sam, stop! Don't be silly. I'm not offended, honestly. It's good to see that, at least for a few moments, you didn't freeze up when a man admitted how attractive you are. Who knows... maybe there's hope for you yet?" I grinned at her, and she relaxed a bit. "There you go, it's not as serious or as awful as you think. Oh god, you think that was awful, don't you? My lecherous old hands running all over your firm body, especially after I admitted the other night that I do think about you naked. Jesus, that must have been horrible for you!"

"No Andy, no. It was... well... that it..." She stopped, unsure how to progress.

"So you liked it, did you?" I asked. She nodded.

"Good, good," I said, quietly, as though pleased with myself. "But there's one more thing we need to get out in the open."

She looked at me, a confused look on her face.

"Stop making secret little glances at me."

She looked mortified. "Andy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just -"

"Sam, shush. It's OK, like I said earlier, it's natural. But you've got to stop it, otherwise Angela will think there's something going on."

"Andy, I don't mean it. I'd hate to think that Angela thought that."

"I know, I know. But there's only one solution for it." She looked at me again, despair turning into confusion again.

I continued. "I'm going to lay down here on my back, with my eyes closed, and with your book over my face, for the next ten minutes or so. I'll keep my eyes closed all that time. You can look for as long as you want. Then, I'll lift the book off my face, with my eyes still closed, which is your signal to stop looking, if you're not already bored by then. I'll then open my eyes and we can carry on chatting as if nothing happened."

"Andy, I couldn't. That's just too - "

"Sam. Shut up. You've got 10 minutes." I grabbed her book, and lay down on my sun-bed. Quickly, I glanced at her groin - was that a bit of a damp patch? I looked away, and covered my face with the book.

Obviously, I couldn't help but think about Sam looking at my bulging trunks as I lay there, and I began to imagine what would happen. Would she just stare, but do nothing else? Maybe she would start to gently play with herself - a touch here, a touch there, rubbing the outside of her bikini in case I suddenly looked up and caught her with her hand in her pants. Would she reach over and touch me, unable to resist holding the thing that she'd had this effect on? Would she pull my trunks down to see my naked column, gasping at it's size, as she slid a finger into her cunt? Or would she be gone by the time I opened my eyes?

My cock was throbbing as I thought through these scenarios, and I would have loved to just reach down, pull my trunks down a bit, and start wanking as she watched, letting her see how excited I was at touching her. My memory ran through what it was like to cup her full breasts (so different from Angela's slimmer frame), and to run my fingers over her deliciously round ass. I imagined telling Angela all about this next time I saw her, pushing my cock into her hot wet cunt as I talked about how Sam's nipples had become erect, and how wet she must have been for it to show on her bikini bottoms. Then I'd fuck Angela hard and fast, building to a quick orgasm, calling her Sam by accident as I filled her with my come.