Manly Pants Ch. 02
Keywords: Ch., 02, Pants, Manly,
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(continued from CH 1)
Twenty minutes went by with Kathy's motions steadily becoming faster and more feverish. She was not only riding Harley's dick up and down now but squeezing forward and back on the down push every so often, making the erection 'stir' inside her. She had since bundled her hair up on top of her head and though it would sometimes tumble back down, she would quickly lift it again and get it out of the way. Harley enjoyed the full view of her back; her smooth, shapely, ivory back. Her shoulders were gorgeous, her narrow waist and hips simply transfixed him. But her movements were so naturally and inherently female. Had she had one, she might very well have been riding her pussy on top of him, and then he realized more deeply that it made no difference whatsoever.
Five or so minutes later, the girl shuddered, sat still with Harley's prong full length inside her, and gasped. She hunched slightly over, hands on thighs, shivering. He could feel her insides rippling over his length, squeezing, and then felt warm droplets hitting his thighs and knees. But instead of simply laying there, Harley rolled his pelvis, forcing his dick even further up the girl's chuff, making her gasp anew. He reached out and held onto her feet, then sat up and reached around to squeeze her breasts as she continued to climax. He felt two more desperate squeezes from her anal ring, then shoved himself deep, heard her gasp and dropped one hand down to toy with her organ.
The head was smothered with semen and semen was dripping down its sides. More still erupted in spasmodic squirts. Harley smoothed his fingers over the organ, sliding them up and down, over the head, down to the base. Kathy gasped at his touch. Her back arched and she shivered violently. More jiz spit out and landed on Harley's legs. He could smell it now, but the scent of the girl's issue, as he'd noticed before, wasn't quite the same as his. It was a softer fragrance if that was a word to describe it. He remembered to push up inside her again and felt more jiz erupt against a finger which was at that point positioned right over the opening. Then there was a gasp and he looked up to see the girl turning to look over her shoulder at him. Her smiling lips seemed to tremble as the rest of her was.
"Hah-lee..." she sighed, pushing her hair up with both hands. Harley's leaned back on his hands, eyes traveling down her creamy back, then up again. She was so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful and smooth and sexy! And he was inside her, deeply buried. He could still feel her rectal walls clinging to him, her anal ring fluttering in excited compression, and then he started to come himself. He grunted while gazing straight into her large, almond eyes, and then those eyes widened when she realized what was happening. She immediately dropped her hair down her back and began riding Harley again, forcing her hole to rub him tight and fast. She was bucking up and down as if riding a bronco, humping him wildly to give him the utmost in pleasure, and Harley felt it. He felt it all.
And now he pushed his hips forward and turned, making her go over onto her knees. He got behind her and continued ramming her, harder and faster. She adjusted to the new position and began slamming herself back and forth enthusiastically, the thick wetness that had already run down her crotch and between her ass cheeks now creating a sticky slapping sound with every contact between their bodies. Harley bent over her, grabbing her tits, kneading them as they went on fucking, and then, all at once, it was over. He stopped thrusting, gasped for air and let his racing heart slow. She shivered and shook where she was, her back bowing, head tossed back and black hair cascading down over shoulders and back. Harley looked down at her, looked down at the incredible creature he'd just balled to completion and knew that even his beautiful ex-wife would never compare. He gave Kathy a couple of extra thrusts, playfully, and then followed her down as she lay flat on her front. Soft, satisfied moans and sighs escaped her as she did.
"I'm sorry for not able to be man for you today," she breathed.
"You'll never be a man, no matter what you do, pretty lady," Harley sighed and kissed her on the neck. She gasped in a shivering hiss and then giggled. Harley wondered if they would ever get to see the expensive new clothes he'd gotten for her, but then decided it didn't matter.
Nothing, including the girl's extra 'equipment' did.
Two older tourists, a man and his long time friend, watched a man younger than themselves strolling beside a rather oddly acting young woman. The woman was Asian, quite tall and as beautiful as could be. One of the tourists felt an erection forming at the sight of her, because the amazingly skimpy bikini she wore hid nothing. He figured she was some big-time model - especially with those long legs and that face - and turned to his friend, who was still staring.
"Why she walking like that? he asked him.
"Like what?" the other answered. "Like Popeye the Sailor you mean? With the shoulders all rolling and twisting? Shit if I know. Your move."
The first moved his checker and both got back into the game.
Harley was near tears watching Kathy playfully attempting to 'walk like a man' as he'd coached her back in the lobby. She was laughing as she showed him how she did it and it was hilarious to behold. Her hips were out of sync, her legs didn't seem to move correctly - everything was wrong. It was abnormal and outrageous and he loved it.
And her.
She finally stopped, gasping for air from laughing. Harley joined her in a good chuckle, and then they were standing leaning against a railing, looking down at the water.
"So much fun with you," she laughed. "Never so much fun before! And when you make loving to me, I'm trying to be manly - inside, in mind - but you make me melt and I'm woman again. So happy you make me Haa-lee!"
Harley, despite his very recent climax, felt his cock nudge upward at the thought of what they'd done together. He dropped his eyes but found her legs, ankles and feet, and the flip-flops she wore seemed to emphasize the bareness of her feet. More interesting was the way she had somehow prepared her organ to be so invisible with something as sheer as the bikini bottom on. There was no telltale bulge or extra fold. He'd watched her do it and still couldn't believe it. She noticed him staring at her crotch.
"Anytime," the girl whispered, rolling one knee outward slightly, giving him a better view. "I am more woman with you than with anybody else. You make it so. I am...very...grateful Harley." Her smile was a retiring one, her eyes not meeting his. He leaned to her and kissed her cheek and then they were kissing fully while passing cars beeped their horns and several catcalls shot out from passersby. Harley seemed not to notice; the sound drifting away into the distance. They were unimportant; the only important thing being the girl's lips, her sweet, soft tongue, her short, excited gasps through her nose, and her hands roaming his back. When the kiss ended, five minutes had gone by and Kathy's face was slightly red. She quickly dipped her hands down to her crotch and readjusted something which had apparently sprung up during their kiss. Then she took a breath, straightened, and gave Harley an inviting smile.
"Maybe we stroll later?" she whispered. "Maybe more good humping for me? Have to wait to be walking now; little bit too much hard..." She looked embarrassed, but also happy and rather impressed with the fact that she had a boner at all.
"I'm hard too, baby," Harley whispered back, almost in her ear. "But I have baggy pants on."
"Manly pants!" Kathy laughed, and Harley joined her. The laughter seemed to help. A few moments later they were strolling along again hand in hand, and Harley didn't have a bulge to hide. He did have a friend however, one who not only shared his bed, but one who had just now been able to laugh with him. A rare commodity, but a nice one.
They made their way along the waterside, sometimes stopping to watch the gulls or pelicans soaring, and as the moments turned into hours, Harley felt more and more a sense of pride in the fact that he was accompanying such a beautiful, graceful creature. Many were the times he found other men glancing at her as they walked by, or cab drivers hooting and whistling at her, but 'he' was her companion - not them. He had something they did not, and he was happy and pleased in that fact.
Just before finding a small place for lunch, they stopped at a little shop and Harley bought Kathy a beautiful, sheer wraparound skirt to go with her bikini. It tied off around her hips and fell sleekly to her ankles and had a slit up one side which allowed ample view of her leg as she walked. He could still see through the filmy thing but to have that leg and ankle flashing with every other step brought a smile to Harley's lips even before they left the shop. He painted a better picture by buying her a slender anklet and putting it on. He noticed the shop keeper staring and smiled to himself once more.
For lunch they chose a small restaurant not far from the bar where they had first met. It seemed like ages had passed since his first sight of her; worlds had spun by and now this marvelous woman was strolling happily alongside him. They had some fish entree with rice - that, Harley remembered - but the rest of the time, and his mind, were taken up by simply watching Kathy sitting there eating, smiling, and talking happily about herself, her world, even politics.
He loved her.
But then there came a time, three days later, when Harley was called away for some dire emergency regarding one of his businesses. He bid Kathy so-long with a promise to return three days hence, and to this she agreed, saying she would miss him terribly until then. Harley left one of his men to watch over her for that time - the city being what it was - but the man lost track of the girl on the second night.
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Keywords: Ch., 02, Pants, Manly,