by Bridy McAvoy
Penny Lane’s Seduction
By: Bridy McAvoy
ISBN: 978-0-908325-25-2
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Copyright © Dec 2015, Bridy McAvoy
Cover Art Copyright © Dec 2015, Brightling Spur
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Dedication
To everyone who helped me write this. Especially my husband who encouraged me to explore my fantasies in print.
Chapter 1
Penny looked cute as she darted around my flat looking for something. In fact, more than just cute. She was giggling, and embarrassed, probably because the only thing she was wearing was a pair of tight white panties covered with a printed pattern of pairs of red lips. The underwear hugged every curve. Oh, and, of course, she was wearing her trainers.
“Where is it? It’s got to be in here somewhere!”
She was looking for her bra. It had come off while we were making out on the couch before we’d moved to the bed to make love. Now she wanted her clothes to get dressed again, but couldn’t find her bra. To be honest, I don’t know whether I’d thrown it behind the couch, shoved it down between the cushions, or tossed it over the other side of the room.
She looked so cute dressed, or rather undressed, like that. I could see her breasts bobbling and bouncing as she ran around the room in a flat panic. Penny was a pretty girl, and I’m not saying that just because she was in my flat and half—well, almost—naked. She really was, and her large breasts on her petite frame were her best feature. Her long brunette hair, which when worn straight down reached her waist, came a close second. Mind you, that was a close run thing with every other part of her. I was hooked and, as I watched her, I could feel a stirring in my loins again, despite the fact we’d only just finished a few minutes earlier. Her nipples were hard as well.
I couldn’t help myself. I was enjoying watching her running from one side of the room to the other, in just her panties. The blush spread all the way down from her face onto the upper slopes of her breasts. Why was she so embarrassed? Simple. The curtains were open and people could see in.
Granted, my flat was on the third floor of a block, but there was another block the other side of the road. They could see in if they looked.
“Found it.” She twirled the white lace garment over her head. Just like a stripper, only she hadn’t just taken it off—she was about to put it on. Inside my trousers, my cock lurched. The little head was ready for round two. She danced closer to me, her eyes twinkling as her blush started to fade. Coming that close to me was a mistake because I grabbed her and pulled her down onto my lap.
She squealed but didn’t fight as I locked my arms around her waist. “Stop it, Gareth.”
“Why? I like holding you.”
“You like holding me when I’m nekkid.”
“So?”
She looked up into my eyes and wrinkled her little nose at me. I leaned down and kissed the tip of it.
“Stop it. That tickles! Now, let me go.”
“Nope.”
“Why not?” She wiggled her hip against my growing cock. The little minx knew why not.
“Because.”
“Gareth, honey, we can’t.”
“Why not?” I echoed the question of a minute earlier.
“I have to get home soon.”
“A few minutes won’t hurt.”
“I just got clean.”
“You can get clean again.”
My right hand was around her back supporting her as she sat side-saddle. She seemed to have forgotten about the curtains, given she was facing the window. My left hand stole upward across her stomach toward her breasts.
Penny glanced down, sighed, then looked back up into my face. “You randy little bugger!”
“You weren’t calling me little earlier.”
“I’ve got to get home.”
“I know.”
“Well, can’t you wait till later, like normal?”
“Why wait ‘til your mum and dad have gone to bed, when we can do it now…” My hand closed around her full breast. I could feel the nipple trying to dig into my palm. “…and later.”
“You’re insatiable.”
I kissed her on the lips, feeling her open her mouth as I pressed my lips to her. I broke the kiss for a moment. “And you love me for it.” My lips returned to hers and this time both our mouths were open.
She moaned a little as I pushed my tongue inside, my hand squeezing her breast. I started to slide my right hand up and she lifted her arm out of the way so I could slide my hand underneath and cup her other breast. She moaned louder as I gently squeezed both of them. One thing I’d found out about Penny, was her breasts stayed sensitive after sex, and I was quite happy to exploit that little fact.
Her arms curled around my neck as she leaned in to me, her tongue pushing at mine as the kiss deepened. My left hand dropped to her lap, pressing against the front of her panties and, allowing her right leg to drop off my lap, she braced her foot on the floor. Opening herself up to me this way was her way of signaling surrender.
She was breathless as she broke the kiss and allowed me to lean her back against the arm of the couch. She arched her back as I took her nipple into my mouth, and shuddered against me as my index finger pushed underneath the leg elastic of those cute little panties.
“Gareth!”
“What, lover?”
“Take me back to bed, please.” She giggled. “Or at least close the curtains.”
“I’ll take you back to bed with pleasure, or should I say for pleasure…” My finger ran along the length of her slit, finding and just touching her clit, before sinking between the moist outer lips of her pussy.
She groaned. “Now, Gareth, please.”
“One thing first.”
“What?”
“Penny is going to lose her panties first.”
“No… Gareth… Please, no… The curtains…”
My finger wormed its way into her as far as the first knuckle.
She bucked her hips against me. “Take me to bed, Gareth.”
I chuckled and pushed my finger in a little harder. “I thought you wanted to get home.”
“I do, but I want you first.”
I wriggled out from underneath her, somehow keeping my finger inside her panties, and it was never still. She moaned and bucked against the pressure on her sensitive pussy but she didn’t complain anymore until I took my hand away and brought both hands to her waist. She knew what I was going to do. She let out a little squeal, but didn’t try and stop me as I started rolling those cute panties down.
In fact, she lifted her hips to let me clear them from under her perfect round little butt, then lifted her legs to let me draw them all the way off. The sneakers hit the floor with a couple of thumps and I pulled her up into my arms.
She squealed into my chest. “The curtains!” There was no real fight in her though. I guess she’d realized I’d positioned my body between her naked one and the undraped window. I walked her backward toward the bedroom door, and even as we moved she grabbed my face in her hands and kissed me hard. Once through the door, I pushed her back onto the bed. She squeal
ed again, but as she landed she spread her legs open in mute supplication. Her triangle of brown hair above her shaved slit was tangled, and somewhat matted from earlier, but I could see her pussy lips were swollen, her slit glistening with moisture as she leaned back on her elbows, watching me slip my jeans off.
“Hurry! We do really need to get me home.”
“I know, I know, I’m hurrying.” Actually, it was difficult to unzip my tight jeans and push them down over my erection. After what seemed like ages, I knelt on the end of the bed between her spread legs. Her arms reached up for me as I lowered myself onto her. She groaned as I kissed her and her hips arched up, accepting me as I pushed myself into her.
* * * *
Walking the mile or so back to her parents’ home took a lot longer this time. Penny was always touchy-feely after making love. We’d have to stop for a hug and a cuddle, even the occasional snog, all the way home. Tonight she seemed to want all three, every hundred yards or so.
Instead of the twenty minutes it normally took us to reach the edge of town, it took nearer forty. Just as we reached the end of her street, Penny stopped and turned into my arms. As I looked down into her upturned face she rose on tiptoes and kissed the end of my nose, then smiled sweetly.
“Listen, honey, if I say no, later, I’ve got a reason.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I’m a little sore, you know, downstairs.”
Showing just how little I knew, I immediately panicked, which I guess is why she was doing this now rather than in their house. “Oh, God. I hurt you? I’m so sorry.”
She hugged me tight and then did the nose kissing thing again. “Don’t be silly. Did it sound like you were hurting me?” She grinned in the light from the street lamp.
“Well, you were moaning a lot.”
“Stop it.”
“Sorry, you asked for that one. If you didn’t get hurt, why are you sore?”
She rolled her eyes then shook her head, but she didn’t blush. “Because when you do it a second time like that you take longer. A lot longer.”
“Oh, I see.”
“So, later on, when mum and dad have gone to bed, just cuddles, okay?”
“Okay.”
She giggled. “I might let you take my top off, but nothing else, right?”
I grinned. She knew how much I liked to play with her breasts. I took one arm from around her with the intention of fondling her breast right there and then. Penny was wise to me and, giggling, slipped out of my grip.
“No, not now.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Randy old letch.”
“Less of the old.”
“You’re older than me.”
“By less than a year.”
She giggled and, as I held my arms out, she came in close for a cuddle again. This time our lips met for a few seconds, but she didn’t let it develop too far. Even so, we were both a little breathless.
“Come on, we need to get home. Don’t want dad forming a one-man search party.”
“Penny, you’re twenty-one. You shouldn’t have to…”
She hugged me. “I know, but I guess I like the security. We’ve been over this ground before.”
Since she’d been in such a good mood, I didn’t push the issue. It didn’t matter what I tried as a method of persuasion, she wouldn’t stay the night with me. She deferred to her parents, and that was the end of that argument every single time.
Given the amount of loving she gave me, was I going to complain? That should be obvious—no.
She unlocked the front door quietly, but we could hear the TV playing in the back main room. As soon as we walked through, her father waved his hand in our general direction and returned his attention back to the TV. “There’s a beer in the fridge or tea in the pot if you want one, lad.”
“Thanks, Mr. Lane. Can I get you anything?”
“Call me Jack. No, thanks, I’ll be having my cocoa in a bit.”
He didn’t take his eyes off the box as we went through the usual Friday or Saturday night ritual. Her mum, call me Caroline, smiled at me then twisted her head so Penny could kiss her on the cheek.
“Had a good time, you two?” There was a twinkle in her eye. They might not approve of their daughter staying out all night, but she knew what Penny had been doing and wasn’t going to make a fuss about it.
I raised an eyebrow to Penny to ask her if she wanted one but she shook her head. We’d both had a beer at my place, so she didn’t want anything else. I walked through to the kitchen and grabbed a beer can from the door of the fridge. Walking back, I settled into the chair opposite Penny and turned my attention to whatever they had on the TV. Penny had sat on the couch next to her dad, the usual seating arrangement.
Neither Penny nor I were bothered with whatever they had on the box—another one of those interminable American cop shows, I guess, where the villain fesses up about sixty seconds before the end, trapped by an obscure piece of evidence you never saw coming.
It wasn’t brain food, but it passed the time. For Penny and me, though, it was all about waiting for her parents to have had enough and disappear upstairs to bed. Once they went upstairs they never came back down—or hadn’t in the eight months Penny and I had been dating. That time was what we were both waiting for.
About an hour after we got there, her parents called it a night and, after saying goodnight, and after her dad shook my hand as he always did, they went off to bed. Caroline always told Penny not to be too long, but I know they never checked up on her. We heard the stairs creak as they climbed them, and a minute or so later the bedroom door shut.
Penny smiled at me and then patted the couch next to her. She had her rules, and one of the more bizarre ones was that I wasn’t allowed to join her on the couch until she invited me. Quite why she worked things that way, I don’t know, but it was another one of her little foibles, and I loved her for them all. Without them she wouldn’t have been my Penny. I guess I had them too, but she never complained about mine, either.
As soon as I sat down my arms were around her, and hers were around my neck. We kissed and made out for a couple of minutes, and were both a little breathless again when we paused.
“You still sore?”
“Yes.”
“Sorry.”
“Not your fault, honey.”
I kissed her again, this time my hands dropping to her waist to work the hem of her top out of her jeans.
She stopped the kiss and giggled. “I meant it when I said no further, okay?”
“Sure. I said so, didn’t I?” Meanwhile I’d worked her top out of her jeans all the way around and slid my hands underneath onto naked skin.
She gasped. “Cold!”
“What is?”
“Your hands, idiot! You’ve been cuddling that beer instead of me for the last hour.”
“If I’ve been cuddling a cold can for the last hour then I’d have warmed it up and my hands wouldn’t be cold.”
“They’re cold now.”
“You weren’t complaining earlier.”
She had the grace to blush as I referred back to the events at my place, but silenced me with a kiss. I slid my hands back under her top and she stiffened but didn’t pull away or complain. I guess they weren’t that cold. We continued to kiss and cuddle, happy to be close to each other. I was working at her clothing, and Penny knew it, but didn’t stop me. After about ten minutes I had her top up above her breasts and her bra undone and pulled out of the way too. My lips found her nipple and she moaned softly into my hair.
“No further, okay?”
“I know.” My mouth returned to its task, working on that stiff little nub of flesh that was still sensitive after earlier. Her hands clamped around my head and she moaned again, a little louder. One hand left my head and I pulled away to look up. She had her knuckle in her mouth to stop herself making too much noise. Her eyes stayed closed. I loved playing with Penny’s breasts, and she loved me playing with them just as much
.
“Don’t stop, honey, don’t stop.”
I returned my mouth to her nipple, then switched sides, bringing my fingers up to tweak and pinch the one I’d just made wet. She continued to moan softly, and I was sure she was biting her knuckle hard. I kept at it, switching sides as she reclined back on the couch, giving me free access to every part of her chest, but she didn’t let me strip her top all the way off. I had to content myself with just shoving it, and her bra, up around her neck. I switched off, one nipple after the other, my cock growing hard in my pants as underneath me her body started to tremble.
Another couple of minutes and she stiffened and jerked under me. Her guttural groan was enough to confirm she’d had at least a small climax from me just playing with her breasts, then she placed both hands on my chest and pushed me off her. As I sat up she twisted around on the couch, dropped to the floor and positioned herself between my legs. I didn’t make any attempt to stop her as she pulled at my zip and freed my cock before wrapping one hand around it. She leaned closer and kissed the tip, then slipped the first inch into her mouth. Then she pulled back. Penny wasn’t into giving oral, and didn’t give much more than a tease. I knew she wouldn’t let me fuck her again tonight, so I would have to content myself with a hand job—something she was good at.
Given how she’d just been behaving, it didn’t take long before I was firing the contents of my balls into a tissue, and she pulled her top back down before taking the soiled tissue and disposing of it in the kitchen pedal bin.
When she came back she sat on my lap with her back to me. “Do my bra up, please.” I knew her well enough to realize that was the end of our play time, and it would soon be time for me to go home. Once she was done up she started tidying the family room, and I helped her for a minute then took her in my arms for a goodnight kiss.
“I guess I’d better go.”
“I guess. Speak to you tomorrow?”
“Sure. See you next week?”
“I’ll be there.”
I chuckled. “Use your key and be waiting naked for me when I get home from work.”
