Sleeping Natasha

I only ever screwed Natasha once, but boy was it a
doozy. She was 19, short, slim with strawberry blonde
hair, a pretty face, not much in the chest area but an
arse you could crack walnuts on. I got to know Natasha
through mutual friends, and got along so well with her
we became friends almost immediately.

She had a reputation as something of an ‘easy’ lay,
but at the time I knew her, she had a serious boyfriend
so had tempered her love of sex (or so I thought) –
therefore I didn’t really contemplate making a move on
her, although I certainly admired her body whenever she
was around.

Nevertheless there was always an element of sexual
tension between us, (and between her and any other
guy, for that matter.) lots of flirting and suggestive
comments about us sleeping together or fooling around.
I was quietly ruing the fact that she had a boyfriend,
while she often implied that this fact was the only
thing stopping her from fucking me senseless – or so I
thought.

One night Natasha and a few friends came back to my
place after a long drinking session. It all wound up
about 3 a.m. with my offer of a bed for everyone
present, however after all the spare beds, mattresses
and quilts had been taken Natasha and another male
friend, Simon, were still without a place to sleep.

Ever the optimist, I suggested that they could share
my queen size bed, to which they agreed provided there
was no hanky-panky!

So we all stripped down to underwear and got into bed,
Simon on the far side, Natasha. I was last in, and we
were all still talking and saying our goodnights when
I slipped under the covers. After a minute or two of
silence, Natasha, who was lying on her side facing
away from me, moved slightly and pressed her panty-
covered bottom back into my groin – a come-on sign if
ever there was one.

Not wanting to wake Simon, who by now was lightly
snoring, with minimal movement I moved my hand across
so that it was resting on Natasha’s thigh. There I
started to gently stroke the backs of her thighs with
my fingers, from the backs of her knees right up to
where her panties started under the cheeks of her hard
little bottom.

This I did for an eternity, covering every inch of her
legs and pretty much all of her butt. But soon I became
tired of this, so I slid my hand along her side, over
her underwear and up underneath her T-shirt. There I
started the same routine on the small of her back, then
her tight belly and the undersides of her small but
mouth-wateringly firm tits. This whole process took
well over half an hour, beginning at 3:20 a.m., and it
was past 4 on my bedside clock before I even contem-
plated touching her pussy…

At this stage I was starting to wonder whether she was
still awake, as her breath could be audibly heard even
over the soft rustling of the sheets. However I decided
to proceed regardless, moving my hand down to the
cheeks of her fabulous butt and slipping ever so care-
fully underneath the elastic at the back of her
panties. I cupped her arse-cheek for a while, before
slowly inching my long, middle finger down into the
velvety valley formed by her inner thighs. The tip
brushed against her light, downy pubes and – this is a
moment I remember vividly – when I applied pressure I
found an absolute lake of moisture: she was wet for me!

Taking this as tacit approval for what I was doing, I
started to move my finger all around her fantastic
pussy, smearing her copious juices all over her mound,
inner thighs and panties. She wasn’t as tight as many
girls I’d fucked, but neither was she appallingly loose
and I had great fun probing every inch of her exquisite
cunt with the middle three fingers of my hand.

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