Lilly's Cock

I stayed another hour or so, and then asked Lilly if she was ready to go. She said yes, and went to get her handbag. I went and said goodbye to Wayne, and thanked him for the invite.

As we drove off, Lilly was chatting about life in Singapore, how she had had a good holiday but was looking forward to seeing her friends again. As we neared my house I asked her if she wanted to come inside and have a drink.

"Ah," she said, " I think there is something you should know about me."

"I think I know that already."

"Oh," she said. "Yes?"

I nodded. "I was wondering though, you know, have you gone all the way?"

She smiled at me, the dimples appearing in her cheeks, and said, "No, no. You...don't mind?"

I took a deep breath, my eyes on the road ahead. "No," I said. "I don't mind."

She giggled and turned around in the seat so she was facing me. "I like you," she said. She put a hand on my thigh, then let it slip down to my crotch, and started to rub my cock through my jeans. God, it felt good. I began to get hard immediately.

Arriving at my house, I parked in the driveway. Lilly got out of the car and smoothed her skirt down. She followed me to the front door, her black high-heeled shoes clicking on the pathway.

Inside the house, I led her into the lounge room. 'Would you like a drink?' I asked.

"Oh, you have your own bar," she said.

"Yep, my pride and joy," I said, stepping behind it. "So, what would you like?"

"Ah...Campari and soda?"

"Coming right up." As I mixed her drink – and a scotch and ice for myself – Lilly sat on one of the bar stools. She rummaged through her handbag and got out a compact and checked her make-up in the mirror. 'Don't worry, you look just fine,' I said.

I handed the drink to her and she took a few sips. I downed my scotch. "You know," I said, "I think you're very pretty."