And Then There Was Mandy (Part 2)

VH1 Big in '06 AwardsThis is part 2 of my story of Mandy, one of my Mea Culpa stories.  Here is the background on Mea Culpa. And here is part 1 of Mandy if you missed it.

It wasn’t long before we were both naked. Her bed was small, only a single, and was pushed against the bedroom wall. Mandy played reluctant at first as I eased her dress down the length of her body, then undid her bra, and threw it to the side. But once I began pinching her nipples and sucking them, she soon relaxed into a song of sighs and gasps as I brought her senses to life on the confines of that small bed.

At one point I stood up and shed my clothing too. Despite the long liquor fueled evening my body was standing tall to the challenge.

As I sucked, nibbled, and pulled and tweaked Mandy’s breasts and nipples, her breathing intensified and she cooed with delight. Then while my hand began to slide her panties down, she tensed slightly. Did she want this? Did she not want this? But then her soft moan answered my query. She sure did want this!

I turned her on her back and hovered over her leaning on my straightened arms.  I bent down to kiss her. She moaned again. As I lifted my head I watched her blue eyes look at me, and then she bit her lower lip.

I entered her pulsing pussy quickly. It had been a long night and I was done with any additional foreplay. And I knew she was ready. Her short and strong legs came up to wrap around me. I began thrusting hard. And deep. She hung on to me like her life depended on it. There was no way she was letting go of me.

I could feel the tension in her body rise. She was grunting, then almost crying, as she tried to meld her body into mine. I felt the intensity of her need. But I had a need of my own, and I increased the pace of the fucking. Her legs squeezed me tighter. Mandy’s cries were louder, her hands were reaching all across my back and I was getting very close. She most definitely seemed close too, but I wasn’t sure I would be able to wait for her. Hell, I was getting so close I knew I wouldn’t be waiting for her.

I came hard in her and held her tightly. But even if I was, Mandy sure wasn’t finished! She started pumping from below on her own.

Crying “No, no, no” I could tell she was imploring me not to stop.

But the deed had been done. The horse had bolted the barn. Mandy, I’m afraid, had missed the bus.

I’m pretty certain I was asleep before she pulled her legs down off my back.

To be continued ...


And Then There Was Mandy …



This is a another installment in the Fuck Toy Mea Culpa series, where I confess that sometimes I haven’t been the best thing on your planet with your women. The first installment is about Penny the Nurse. You can read about her in Part 1 and Part 2.

Today it’s time to talk about Mandy. Let me introduce you to her.

I was invited to an after work Friday drink by Marie (who I will probably write about later) . This was a drink with several of the people who worked in her office. Marie and I were long time friends, and I had not too long ago been dating and fucking her, and right now we were taking a breather so to speak. But we were friends, and it wasn’t unusual for us to get together like this. The bar was a “hip” place right in the center of the city and near where Marie worked.

I knew several of the people who were Marie’s co-workers, but in short order I was introduced to a woman I had never seen before. Her name was Mandy.

Mandy was a cutie. Petite, with curves and short, curly blonde hair. Her blue eyes twinkled, her button nose charmed, and her narrow mouth displayed a gap toothed smile. Her mouth may not have been wide, but it was plenty accommodating for a big, hard cock … but I’m getting a little ahead of myself.

Mandy was a laid back conversationalist. Very shy, but she knew how to bat her long eyelashes at all the right times accompanied by a little girl giggle, so was probably not as innocent as she pretended. As the evening wore on, the group dwindled until at closing there were just a handful of us. And I had been so preoccupied with Mandy, I hadn’t even noticed Marie had already departed.

Though it was in the opposite direction, I offered Mandy a ride home. I had been getting mixed signals about her interest throughout the evening. As far as I could tell she wasn’t attached or had a steady boyfriend. She smiled sweetly, blinked several times, giggled, and said “Sure, I’d love a ride.”

I, of course, was in no condition to drive. In those days I was a heavy weekend drinker. It wasn’t long before we started kissing heavily at every red light. Then a boob clutch every second traffic signal when we were stopped . So very juvenile! It was amazing … he … he.

As we arrived at her apartment building, Mandy asked me in for a coffee, to help sober me up for the drive home. Her apartment was, well, snug. As we sat at her small kitchen table while the coffee brewed, we started kissing again. Mandy was a very good kisser. Super passionate. We eventually made our way to her small bedroom and single bed. I soon had her out of her dress and with bra off, full access to her lovely 36Cs.

The action was just starting …

To be continued