Repost: Sisters Ng: While You Were Out... by Deidre Ng
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Now that our web site has been flatlined by AOL, I'm reposting our
stories. Here it is for all you folks that missed before, Sisters Ng #1.
Drop it in that polybag, it's a true collectors item.
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Repost: Sisters Ng: While You Were Out... by Deidre Ng
Hi!...Well, I guess you're not home. That's what sisters are for,
always there when you need them. Well, I guess I'll just talk until your
tape runs out, in case you're in the bathroom or something, and can't
reach the phone right now, but you know that as soon as you can reach it,
I'll hang up. That won't happen this time, 'cause like I said, I'll keep
talking til I'm forced off by your stupid machine.
Well, if I know my sister, you're probably in the shower right
now, and there's no way you can here this because the water is running,
pounding into your back really hot, steam all over the place, and you're
oblivious. You're all sudsy, you've got your boobs all lathered up and
slippery, and you're standing there with one finger on your clit, getting
really buzzed up. Pretty soon you'll turn around and lie down and let the
spray sluice over you. You'll put your legs up and let the water pound
right down on your pussy while you pinch your nips and get really hot.
Maybe you'll turn over for a change of pace and let the shower massage
your asshole for a while, with the runoff gurgling over your pussy and
across your stomach until it cascades off your nipples and chin. You can
keep yourself pretty high, playing like that with some nice hot water
spraying all over you. I know, 'cause you're my sister, and sisters have
a lot of similar tastes sometimes. Certainly if I was in the shower while
someone was talking to my answering machine, I'd be having at least that
much fun.
I suppose I might as well make this interesting enough for you to
listen to the whole thing. I wanted to tell you about my stay at the St.
Regis, it being such a fancy hotel and all, but the fanciness got all
overshadowed by the amazing thing that happened to me there. The first
night I was there I came back to my room from dinner utterly exhausted.
Running this conference for my boss and dealing with all the jerks and
being pleasant while being condescended to, or being propositioned, or
leered at by clients and salespeople alike, it's not worth my measly
salary. I shucked off suit, shirt, nylons, bra, it all went in a big pile
in one of the big wing back chairs that I had in my room. The room was
really cold, you know hotel air conditioning, never right, so I took my
big terry robe out of my overnight bag and put it on over my panties.
Then I just flopped onto the bed and started watching tv.
Maybe staring at tv would be a better way to put it, because I
wasn't really watching, just kind of lying there...after a while I turned
it off and started to doze. The terry cloth felt nice and warm and soft,
kinda cuddly. I was thinking about this guy that I've told you about,
he's got this really light touch, and he knows how to touch me all over,
so maybe the terry cloth was reminding me of him. Whatever it was, I was
about to fall asleep dreaming about him when at the exact same split
second the phone rang and I remembered that I had told him he could meet
me that night after dinner. I rolled over and grabbed the phone on the
second ring. It was him, he was downstairs, what was my room number? I
was stunned, half asleep, I said whatever it was without thinking and then
added in a rising panic that I was almost ready. And then I hung up.
I was still lying on the bed trying to prioritize when I heard a
knock at the door. Totally mortified, I let him in. He was dressed
really nicely, ready to take me out. He closed the door and gave me a big
smile, and then a big hug and then a big kiss. As he held me I said I was
sorry, that I was tired, that I wasn't ready, could he wait just a few
minutes and I'd be ready. He pulled away a little and looked around the
room, he must have seen that I had nothing unpacked, all my work clothes
were jumbled in a pile in a chair, that I was at least a solid hour away
from feeling presentable to the outside world. So he smiled and he said
why don't we stay in tonight. And then he kissed me again.
We stood kissing for a while, and the little knots in my stomach
unwound as he held me close. I could feel my boobs pressed into the terry
bathrobe, pressed against him. I got very aware of how little I had on.
Sometimes deep kissing makes me a little dizzy, I must have swayed against
him like I was going to fall. He broke the kiss and pulled away, I
thought he was going to lead me over to the bed and lay me down. Instead
he sat me in the other big wing back chair at the foot of the bed. He
knelt in front of me and I opened my legs and the robe fell back off my
thighs, showing him my legs and the dark patch of hair under my panties.
He got close to me and we kissed some more. He unknotted the bathrobe by
feel and I pulled his shirttails out and started on his buttons. He
brushed the bathrobe back from over my breasts and started sqeezing and
rubbing me the way he knows I like it. I gave up on his buttons with a
big moan and put my hands up behind my head and pushed my boobs forward
into his hands. Then I put my arms around his head and kissed him really
hard, really sticking my tongue into his mouth and worming it around while
he stroked me up and down over my boobs, pinching me and pulling my
nipples. I was making these little sounds in my throat and down between
my legs I was getting wet and tense in anticipation.
He stood up and got the pillows from the bed and put them behind
me. He made me lean back and relax. I got a private strip show as he
took off his clothes. They all went onto the pile in the other chair, one
after the other. He stopped when he just had his shorts on. I could see
his cock, stiff, almost peeking out of the elastic band. He looked down
at me, at the panties I was still wearing. I gave him a little show of my
own. I reached under my ass and slid them off my cheeks, letting the
fabric roll up as the panties came off. At the same time I spread my legs
wide open. He would have been staring right down my pussy, except for the
damp panel of white fabric between my legs. I gave him a naughty smile, I
was teasing him because I know he loves to look at me. I wet two
fingertips and slid them behind that barrier to his sight. I didn't have
to fake playing with myself or how good it felt. I knew I was driving him
crazy, he loves to watch me come, and here it was all happening behind
this little veil of cloth. I was so wet, I would have loved to have just
kept going, but I wanted him to take his shorts off too. So I closed my
legs very reluctantly, and slowly pulled the panties down to my ankles. I
slipped my feet out of them and threw them with a little flourish onto the
pile in the other chair. I put my hands between my knees and made a big
show of spreading my legs again, my hands sliding down my thighs as I
hooked my legs over the chair arms. Now he really could look right down
my pussy, which was what I wanted of course. And that was exactly what he
was doing.
He tried to be as coy. Sometimes in the past he'd made me rub him
and kiss him through his shorts. This time I was too far away, instead he
just peeled them slowly over the head of his cock as he took them off.
I've got to admit the sight of a stiff cock gets me pretty wound up. I
started stroking my pussy, watching his cock bobbing in front of me. I
got my fingers wet in my mouth. My pussy was already pretty wide open
from my position and my previous fingering of myself, I reached down and
start spreading the wetness around, letting my fingers dive inside me,
showing him where I wanted his cock.
He knelt in front of me again, and kissed me slowly on my legs,
letting his kiss trail down my thigh and across the stiff tendon in my
groin. I kept working my pussy, getting it wetter, til he started to lick
me himself. Then I let him take over, like I said before he's an expert
at going down on me. I just got a grip on my thighs just behind the knee
and pulled myself as open as I could make myself be.
He was very careful, he could feel how excited I already was. His
tongue fluttered over my clit, I get hot just thinking about it. When he
felt me getting too close to letting go, he'd pull back, stop kissing me
and just lightly massage me with his fingers, all around my pussy. He put
his fingers in me, stroking as he kissed my clit.
I was losing it fast. I started to beg for him to fuck me, just
little panting "fuck me, fuck me please"s. I really wanted his cock. He
straightened up and put his cock against the outside of my pussy, the
slick pink walls he had been kissing and stroking. I wet my fingers again
and made his cockhead wet, pulling and stroking on it. Then I spread my
lips and let him slide into me. As hungry as we both were, he gave me an
inch at a time, pulling out and sliding in, before he was completely
inside me. Each stroke got a groan from me, I was quivering. Once he had
it all inside, he gave me some long deep strokes that left my whole body
singing.
He pulled a little ways out of me. It made a space between us so
that he could reach down and stroke my clit. He wet his thumb and rested
his hand on my patch of hair. His thumb fell naturally across my clit.
He alternated stroking my clit and keeping his cock still with stroking
his cock into me and letting his thumb stay just in contact with my clit.
I couldn't take it, and when his thumb started circling my clit again I
knew I was coming. I let it wash over me in big waves. I felt my pussy
clamp down on his cock, it felt so good having him tight inside me as I
came. I heaved up and down and drove his cock all the way into me, that
set off another wave of pure pleasure.
I felt like I was floating in a kind of luminous haze, shot
through with light and thunder. I was still very aware of my body, and
his, but the rest of the world had gone away. He was fucking me again, I
could feel him stiff and thick, sliding in and out of me. I was super
tight around him. He came really deep inside me, it felt great, just
floating there, taking his come, wrapped around his cock.
Usually, we'd both collapse after fucking that hard. This time,
just as I felt him getting soft inside me, he slid out and stood up. His
cock was dripping with our mixed fluids. I guessed at what he wanted
next, so I leaned forward and grabbed his ass and pulled him close. I
started licking and sucking his cock, cleaning up all the delicious juices
I could find. He really liked it, I felt him get hard again in my mouth.
He knelt again, and slid into my pussy again. After a few strokes he
pulled out all wet and glistening again, and again I sucked him clean.
I was getting really turned on, sucking him like that, tasting all
that pussy juice and cum in my mouth. When he knelt again I told him to
fuck me really hard. I got really crazy as he rammed it into me and I
licked my lips, smelling his cum on my breath. I came again, hard,
clamping down on his cock.
We got up and staggered to the bed and fell into it. We both fell
instantly asleep. About two in the morning I woke up and pulled him over
on top of me and got fucked again, a dreamy slow screw full of kissing
and holding him tight, the kind where he's a dark shape covering you,
filling you, making you feel safe and erotic at the same time.
When the wakeup call came, I was on top, coming one last time
before I had to go. We showered together, soaping each other up, but I
couldn't let it go too far. I can't remember a single word anyone said to
me the whole day after, I was in a walking daze, going over and over what
had happened the night before.
Well... thats all I wanted to tell you for now. I gotta say,
you've got the world's longest answering machine tape. Sayonara, kiddo...
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