Sleeping Games E-Book

Hentai Jones

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

There was a young girl sleeping on my sofa. her mini skirt riding high on her hips, exposing both of her lovely buttocks and showing the blinding triangle of her tight white panties to me - so what was it that I had to do under the extremely arousing circumstances?

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Hentai Jones

Sleeping Games

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Sleeping Games

Sleeping Games

by Hentai Jones

BookRix Edition

Copyright by Amé

2015

Hentai Jones:

Sleeping Games

Down in the local pub I met this girl called Sally at the bar. She was already tipsy but broke, so I bought her a drink. She was a beautiful girl with shiny black hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She was dressed in skin-tight denim jeans and wore a pink jumper with quite some décolleté, and I enjoyed a good view onto her pale breasts and the dark cleft between them. She told me, that she had lost her boyfriend, and that this was the reason he had to drink today! And of course: her glass was empty again, and she desperately needed another one!

Then Sally started to cry, and then she fell from her chair! The barkeeper ordered me to take my friend outside, before she was vomiting onto the new carpet. Sally had no bag with her, maybe to prevent loss or robbery, so there was no way to find out, where she was living. I clamped her under my arm and dragged her out the door onto the street. My apartment was just a hundred meters up the road. Sally was still talking, now in a quiet lulling voice I couldn't understand, but she hung onto me like I was a rescue buoy on a stormy sea!

She was dribbling spit onto her soft bosom and over her jumper, and I had to stop at the next waste bin to let her vomit some liquid acid into it. When I finally had managed to pull her into my bachelors apartment she was a dead weight in my arms, and I lowered her carefully on the old leather couch. She was still breathing, and her bosom was rising and sinking in a steady and quite peaceful rhythm. Her pink jumper was wet, and her tight jeans were too - and I was not sure in the moment, if she had actually pissed herself?

I was exhausted and definitely needed a beer to calm my nerves. I knew that I had to do something, but that had to be decent, otherwise I could run into troubles. I had no clue of how old she was, or if she was the daughter of a police man? I thought, that dressing her in one of my flannel pyjamas would maybe be a gentle idea? But first I washed her face! Her mouth was delicious, her full red lips stood slightly opened and revealed a row of snow-white teeth. She had some freckles on her pretty nose and a sexy brown liver spot on her chin.

I spoke softly to Sally about my plan of action, apologised for my intended intrusion into her privacy, but I got no other response than a deep sigh. So: I propped her up with a pillow and tugged at her jumper. Oh! Her belly was softly rounded, the skin shone like velvet, and the cute little belly button looked like the tiniest spiral of a fleshy galaxy! Through my heavy engagement with my studies at the university I didn't find much time to play around with women, who anyway all thought that I was gay. But this here was sheer poetry!

I had a hard time to pull the pink jumper over Sally's head without suffocating her. The bra she wore was black and so small, that it covered only the lower half of her breasts. I couldn't see a nipple, but half of the brown areolas was clearly visible - and I was excited! Since a long time I had a hard-on, which strained in my pants like a little devil! I looked at the wet skin-tight jeans, now seemingly glued to her shapely thighs. I had no problem to pop the brass button and to pull the zipper, but to pull the pants off without cooperation was an exhausting undertaking.

As I had thought, her panties were black and rather on the small side by size. They cut deep into the soft flesh of her hips, and because they were wet, they stuck to her crotch like a second skin, presenting the slit of her sex as clear, as if she had been naked! I had to sit down for a sip - this made me horny! My hard dick was pleading for attention, he wanted to be let out and to obviously watch what I was doing - a demand I refused him in the moment. If Sally would wake and spot him, spying at her splendid nudity in full stance, she would be upset for sure!

To me she looked absolutely lovely now, and I was contemplating, to get off the wet underwear too - to sleep in such a tight bra and panties couldn't be relaxing! When I finally tugged at Sally's knickers, she murmured something like: »Oh, Alex!«, what I thought as the name of her lost lover. But what I revealed with my intimate action left me speechless - I had never seen something erotic like this before! Sally was cleanly shaved between her legs, the soft pink lips of her pussy were slightly parted to expose the part I knew as clitoris!

Like a miniature penis it peeped out of the naked fleshy folds, curious about the proceedings, its red head glowing like a ruby! Sally was dreaming, but her clitoris was wide awake! I stubbed it with a finger tip, and Sally moaned again: »Oh, Alex!«. By now I definitely had to set Dickel free, before he was wetting my underpants with his sticky glue - and he jumped out of my pants like a eager jack-in-the-box! The message I got from him was, that he was attracted to this girl in a big way, and that he wouldn't mind to have a good look inside of that inviting cunt!

I could only agree with the little fellow, but unlike him I had a brain and was obliged to use it wisely on such irritating occasions. In no way I had the time or the necessary funds to be a father right now - the planning of my own family had to be postponed for a few years until after my last exams and the prospect of a well-payed job. Maybe I should buy some condoms, I thought, but I wasn't too sure, if Dickel would approve to be wrapped in plastic - and if such a strange habit wouldn't reduce his pleasure of a wet love game! Myself, I loved to swim, but I preferred to do it in the nude, to let Dickel know, what was going on!

Up to now I hadn't solved the complicated mystery of female brassieres, their strange construction with sturdy wire frames, and the secret mechanism in the back to hold it all in place. This one but was practically hooked up in the front and it flew apart when I had found the trick. Oh! Those perky nipples rose up and looked me straight in the face - Dickel nearly exploded! I knew a lot about the average nipples, but those ones stood so proud and tall on their soft mounds of flesh, looked rather like tiny volcanoes, ready to spit both, devastating fire or sweet milk! It looked, that sleeping Sally was aroused by her amorous dream of Alex!

I went to the kitchen to soak the washcloth in warm water, and then I cleaned Sally up. Her stubby nipples certainly liked that tender treatment, and her belly rose eager to the tempting touch. Her glossy sticky camel toe was yearning for a warm wash, it was opening up like a rare exotic orchid when the sun comes up! I may never had done any job with so much care, and it took me quite a while, but then Dickel suddenly ruined my gentle efforts by spitting his glue all over Sally's belly. From time to time I allowed him that pleasure, but because he seemed to be in love now, he needed relief - there was nothing I could do to stop him anyway!

So: I went to the kitchen again to soak the washcloth in warm water, and then I cleaned Sally up once more. I fetched the smallest one of my pyjamas, the ridiculous white one with the red polka dots which my Mama gave me years ago for my birthday. With a lot of fun but a nagging sense of loss I dressed the beautiful girl with it, the garment fitted her perfectly, and after I buttoned up the top all to her neck, her nipples were still sticking out through the soft fabric. With a spare blanket out of my wardrobe I covered the sleeping girl up, kissed her good-night on the forehead, then I finished my beer and finally switched off the light.