For the debut of this loadtalk.net blog, I'd like to share a true story from my youth - the tale of the passed-out ass.
My sister’s best friend was an amazing, tall blonde with an incredible body. Her tits were huge and firm. She had slender hips and long legs. She had strong features, blue eyes and lovely, full lips. She was the goddess all the adolescent boys at school worshiped, myself included, of course. We all begged and prayed in our loins to have her. It was painful to have such a great beauty so regularly near to you, and yet so far out of reach. She would never consider giving us what we wanted, we were just kids to her. It didn’t matter that our cocks were pleading to fuck her - to have her in any possible way.
I had the added pleasure and torment of seeing this goddess at home too, because my sister had her over all the time. I would follow her around at home and stare from the corners of whichever room she was in. I would talk to her, if I could, any excuse to get close to her...to smell her and see her soft, brown skin up close. If I managed to see a special freckle or the crease between her breasts, my simmering excitement for her would jump into a boil of arousal. Sometimes, when she slept over, my sister and she would stay in their night clothes for much of the next morning. They would be parading around the house or sitting on the couch in their nighties. I couldn’t look away. I’d see a flash of her leg or, yes, incredibly, a peek at her braless bosom, if she leaned over just right.
Sometimes they would return to my sister’s bedroom, out of sight, and have a doze before rejoining the day. Once, however, this girl of my dreams fell back asleep in the living room. My sister was back in her room, but the goddess had been seduced to sleep, all alone by a cozy fire. I could not believe it. There she was, alone, and asleep. I had worshiped my sister's best friend for too long, and now here she was, passed out on the floor by the fire. She was in her cotton nighty. She lay asleep on her stomach, her hands by her side. I could not resist. I had to take a chance. I crept up behind her. My heart was pounding but I went ahead. I snuck down beside her. The fire was hot on the side of my face. I had to touch her. My fearful hand advanced toward her ass, which was proudly pushed up under her nightgown. I could make out the shapes and crevices of her ass - lovely. Slowly, I made contact. I was awestruck with delight as her ass-cheek slid into my hand. She didn’t move. My mouth hung open in amazement as the seconds ticked off and I was there holding her beautiful ass. The firmness...the softness...I could not have imagined the feeling of it. Her ass was covered by the warm cotton nighty. I squeezed it a little more. She was still. What pleasure! What a delightful, secret, stolen treat! But I had to have more. My had slid slowly down and in to her lower regions where I felt her ass cheek give way to that wondrous portion below and between. What incredible joy! Sliding my hand heedlessly deeper I felt the soft, private folds of her body. This delicate region, though covered by the cotton nighty was at my fingertips...I was breathless, amazed. But the nighty tensed and was heard to rub her skin with its dry warmth. She gasped. Her head lifted with a shot and she looked over. I was caught. I sprang up, and ran. The best seconds of my young life were over. I went quickly and busied myself in my room. I was cringing with the expectation of being confronted about what I had done, but also exploding with joy about what I had felt and explored and would lock in my memory forever. I was never confronted, thankfully. And I cherished and explored the pleasure of that memory many times thereafter.
This is one of the erotic stories I posted on loadtalk.net
