Written by steve45588

Fact
18 Jun 2014


Lucy is my mate's ex. I've known her since she was 18 and I was 21, we're both in our 40s now. Back then she was a sexy little blonde student with a stunning body , curly hair, and a bohemian taste in clothes - tassly skirts, lacey tops, that sort of thing. Dave, my mate, was screwing the arse off her at every opportunity, whichever juicy details he missed out his little brother Keith was usually able to fill in by listening through the wall. Keith was honoured as he was the only one of us apart from Dave who had seen her naked thanks to a well-timed late night excursion past Dave's room on the way to the loo, and we were assured that her tits and arse were 'fucking epic'.

You might think that telling your mate's what your gf was like in bed was a bit off, but she was every bit as candid as he was, although not as graphic. They eventually split up but she kept in touch and we all stayed good friends over the years. I remember sitting in a pub with Lucy and Keith listening in hysterics as she described the visit from her elderly neighbour opposite after she had been rash enough to let the new bf screw her on the settee without shutting the curtains first. Over the years we developed a weird platonic relationship based on absolute trust. She could tell me anything and did, as could I, and know that she would not be judged and it would remain confidential. Early on I made a pact with her - I would not try to get her into bed on the understanding that if she ever offered I absolutely would until her ears leaked, and would worry about ruining the friendship after I'd wiped my dick on her tits. I reserved the right to stare at the aforementioned tits whenever I wanted, without shame or attempt to hide where I was looking.

I was actively swinging for 15 years from the 1990s, first with a gf and her mates, then with two much older couples and their friends, then with randoms met online. I have fucked students, strippers, colleagues, married women, women old enough to be my mother and young enough to be my daughter (well, almost). I fucked my neighbour's wife against the party wall while her husband and his mates screamed at England -v- Germany the other side of it, taken two girls' virginities and bedded my ex's mum. I would have traded it all for an hour in Lucy's bed. Nevertheless, although we flirted and had absolutely no secrets, I honoured the pact and never once tried to seduce her.

About 5 years on 4 of us - me, Lucy, Keith and another mate were back home for the weekend after working away. We went round the old haunts and finished up, as ever, in McDonalds drive thru. Keith and Neil went for a pee behind the bins, Luce and I were listening to the radio. It was the summer of Wet Wet Wet feeling it in their fingers and their toes - I hated that bloody song and Lulu loved it.

"I fucking love this" she squealed, "turn it up !"

"Fuck off, it's crap" I replied, and turned the ignition off silencing the radio.

"You twat ! Turn it on !"

"No fucking chance"

She turned to face me and with puppy dog eyes whispered "If you turn it back on you can feel my tits !"

I looked at her, disbelieving, and flicked the key back round. She'd never been this forward. She slipped her seatbelt off, shifted round in the passenger seat and stuck her magnificent chest out towards me. Keith and Neil were miles away chatting up the bird on the drive thru window so I looked her straight in the eye and placed my hands firmly on her tits.

I nearly came in my pants right there. They were beautifully soft, I massaged them through her sleeveless strappy top, pushing them together, squeezing, caressing, and generally copping a good feel. I felt her nipples harden through the cotton fabric and her wonderbra, and ran my fingers up towards the straps slipping my fingertips underneath.

"Ah ah !" she scolded "I said you could have a feel, not get them out." I went back to my massage.

"Fucking hell Lu, what size are they ?"

"36C"

"Kill me now, I'll die happy"

Keith and Neil were on their way back looking pleased with themselves so we resumed our seats and I pretended my heart wasn't trying to burst out of my chest. "You two look pleased" Lucy said, as though nothing had happened and butter wouldn't melt.

"We got her number" said Keith.

"How did you two dorks manage that ?"

"Keith basically annoyed the crap out of her until she gave in" said Neil. We drove home discussing their 'conquest' and the likely odds on one or both of them actually getting her knickers off.

I dropped the gruesome twosome off first of course, and pulled up outside Lucy's parent's house. It was a posh residential street and we were hidden from the house by a hedge. We normally chatted for a bit before I would lean over for a kiss but this time she took her seat belt off before the car even stopped. My heart sank, I'd gone too far and now she was going to get out as soon as she could.

She didn't. She left the door shut, turned to face me across the gear lever and said "Ok, now you can get them out".

I pushed my seat right back, tipped it back slightly, and took my seatbelt off. "I'm not leaning all the way over there" I said, "sit on my lap". She shuffled across. I put my right arm around her shoulder, pulled her towards me and kissed her. She responded by putting her tongue down my throat, closing her eyes and kissing me more intensely than I had ever been kissed. I slipped my hand up her back, unhooked her bra, and with the other hand slipped one set of straps of her shoulder. Her right breast shook free, she carried on kissing me so I freed the other and pushed her top and bra down to her waist.

"Someone will see" she whispered "come round the back". She slipped her top back up (but left the bra unfastened) and we left the car and walked up a path up the side of the house. It was a warm night and when we were safely in the shadows she stopped and took her top and bra off. "Top half only" she said, and continued kissing me. I turned her facing away from me, kissing her neck while cupping her gorgeous breasts and pushed my rock hard cock against her arse. We continued like this for some time, kissing, fondling, massaging. I sucked on her nipples, my hands wandering all over her bare torso and the tight denim covering that fantastic arse. She turned away from me and lay back with her head on my shoulder and neck, the moonlight glinting off her 36E curves.

I decided to risk a little more and moved my hands from her arse to the crotch of her jeans. She spread her legs obligingly and I rubbed either side of the seam of her fly, feeling her stiffen slightly as I found the spot. I tried to slip my hand under her jeans and into the front of her knickers. "Outside only" she scolded so I continued rubbing her pussy through her jeans while I kissed her neck and fondled her tits.

She came a couple of times. "Nobody's ever made me cum fully clothed" she said, "your turn". She unfastened my belt, pulled my jeans down releasing my aching and engorged cock, knelt in front of me and wanked me off briefly until I came all over her tits. She wiped the cum into her skin, dressed quickly, and with a last blissful kiss, skipped off into the house.

No pussy, no blowjob. But I'd had full access to those truly fucking epic tits for half an hour or more and I'd made her cum in her knickers. I was fucking walking on air.


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