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Jan And I, Our First Kiss

I know this is sort of tame, but I have to admit, I had a hard-on that couldn’t wait that day.

I had known Jan for many years. She was an only child, living with her dad. She sort of be came part of our family.
In fact I called her ‘Little Sis‘.

On my birthday one year, Jan and her kids came to visit one weekend. On the day they were leaving she came into my wife’s and I bedroom. She said she wanted to give me a birthday present. When she closed the door behind her, I got an instant hard-on.

She came across the room to the edge of the bed, where I was sitting, took my hands in hers, and pulled on me toward her to stand up.

As I stood, she was right there, smiling with her head tilted a little to her right. This is when she said, “she wanted to do something special on my birthday.” She said, “she wanted to give me a KISS.”

Man, I was ready for this. I had wanted to have her for years. Heck, the first time I touched her, she was asleep, and since that day, I wanted her.

I could remember the curls of her pubic hair, how thick it was. In fact I could remember the folds of her pussy, and the scent it gave off. Even the little juice that got on my fingers as I explored her lips. The taste, the smell, and the sight before me. All this came back to my mind.

She pulled me to her and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips at first . This is when I took over and went for more.

I held her tight to me, and French kissed her for some time, exploring her mouth with my tongue.

As we broke our kiss, she asked, “Why did you do that?”

My answer was, “I had wanted to do that for a long time.” In fact, I told her, “I wanted to take her in bed.”

She said, “She had not felt that way in years, with a man.”

I asked, “What way was that?”

She said, “Wanting to feel the touch of a man.”

We then continued to kiss, but now we were fondling each other through our cloths. Maybe it was my answer to her, or maybe it was knowing she wanted to be with me.

She was wearing this black jump suite that day. How she got it on, is beyond me. I could not find a sipper anywhere, and I wanted more access to her body, her bare body that is.

I continued to caress her body. Reaching the buns of her rear end and toying with them, so firm and round. I even at one time, turned her around, so I could put my hand down her collar to hold her tits and fondle her nipples. She seemed to melt to my touch.

I placed my hand to her pubic area where I started to massage her. She was moving her hips against me, and I know she felt I was hard.

My manhood was more than ready, hard as a rock, with only the materials we were wearing between us. I wanted to, at that very moment, lay her back on the bed and ravage her in every way I could. Instead I would rub against her but, and I nearly came in my pants.

I know my hand on her pelvic was doing the trick. She had closed her eyes, and started to moan quietly, as I continued to preformed this maneuver on her.

At one point she stiffened, and nearly collapsed against my body while in my arms. This is when the aroma of her seemed to fill my ever being.

She then turned back to me, and started to KISS me in a wild and passion filled moment. That is when it happened, My wife came into the room.

When we heard the door opening we broke our kiss. I know my knew something had been going on. You could see it in our faces.

Jan’s was very flushed with her eyes in a dreamy state. She sort of stumbled in her words as she spoke. That was after some time to try to gather herself.

Me, I’m standing with this RAGING HARD-ON and no way to keep anyone form seeing it. I mean the strain against my pants, the bulge was so apparent. Even the bit of pre-cum leaking form me had started to show through my pants. That is, without saying, the stuff that was running down my leg.

I don’t know why we were acting like we just got caught with our hands in the COOKY JAR, just the night before, my wife asked many times for Jan to sleep with us. Pam, my wife, knew we would all end up fucking.

I will never know the feel of Jan’s sweet pussy, other than that night in Columbus, OH when I snuck a feel of her.

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