We’d met in a supermarket, of all places… She liked veggies, at least that was what her cart told me. I’d gone to shop for groceries after work and spotted her in the aisle, my eyes drawn to her like a magnet. She had hip-hugger shorts and a skimpy top, with sandals on her feet. The picture was too nice to not want a second glimpse, hair to the middle of her back and that bare tummy, mmmmm! I followed from a distance, thinking she looked like Natalie Wood, but fragile and sad.
I counted the vertebrae in her spine and thought of caressing her ribcage beneath her shirt. As she walked toward me I saw she had smallish breasts, my favorite, and no bra. The dark brown points of her nipples were making little tents in her shirt. I smiled as I walked by and got a small smile in return, nothing more than politeness to a stranger, but progress nevertheless. My height, about 5-10 and lighter than my 145 pounds, she was a vision in white. Checking out, I resolved to come back often and try to strike up a conversation with her.
2 days later I shopped again and didn’t see her. I wondered if I was being foolish about my fascination with her. I began going to the store every day about the same time, picking up a few things at a time and wandering the aisles in search of her. Some days I managed to catch a glimpse of her at the end of an aisle, other times I’d walk right by and smile, checking out her costume of the day. She wore mostly shorts and tops, once a short skirt that revealed her upper thigh as she bent to take something from a lower shelf. I kept telling myself that being consumed by this obsession was no good for me, but I couldn’t not go and seek her out.
My chance came two weeks after my first sighting when I left the store and saw her in the parking lot near a car with the hood up, peering into the engine compartment with disgust. I walked up and said “Hi, need some help?” “God damn thing won’t start,” she said, frowning.
I knew a little about cars and asked “You want me to try?”
"Go ahead," she said, putting her groceries in the front seat.
I looked and the problem was fairly obvious, a loose battery cable. Grabbing a pair of pliers from my Jeep, I twisted it off and cleaned it while she watched. Re- installing it and locking the nut, I said “Try it now.” The engine caught and purred immediately, causing her to smile. White even teeth, a cute face and soft- looking lips, she was even prettier than I’d imagined. “Thank you!” she gushed, “what do I owe you?”
"A cup of coffee sometime," I replied, tucking the pliers in my back pocket.
"That’s no problem!" she said, "I’ve got to go now but how about tomorrow?"
"Sure," I replied, touching her arm, "See you then."
The next day I appeared early, not wanting to chance missing her. I dressed for the occasion, choosing sandals and denim shorts, my shirttails knotted under my breasts. A little perfume in my modest cleavage added some scent to the air as I waited under the awning, smoking a cigarette. She pulled into the lot slowly, looking around. I waved and her face lit up as she spotted me and drove to the curb.
"Hi," she said, "where do you want to go?"
I knew she meant for coffee, but I couldn’t help but think ‘anywhere you are, darling girl.’
I hoped she was younger than me, I hoped she would like me, I hoped a myriad of things in the few seconds it took to get in her car and say “There’s a nice place in the next block.” She nodded and drove away, concentrating on the traffic. I pointed out the sign and she slowed, pulling to the curb and parking right in front. We sat at a table outside under an umbrella, ordering from the prompt waitress. As we waited for our cups to arrive I asked “You new to the neighborhood?”
"Yeah, kinda, been here a couple months…I may not stay though," she frowned. I could tell she was preoccupied and didn’t press, but it was time she knew my name. I wanted to see what it sounded like coming from her mouth. "I’m Sandy," I said.
"Hello Sandy, I’m Deanna, two n’s, from Hazel Park, Michigan," she said.
"You look like a healthy girl, raised on a farm?" I asked.
"Nope, in town" she giggled.
"Where do you work?" I asked.
"I don’t right now, that’s one of the reasons I may have to go back soon," she said.
In answer to my unspoken question she said “It’s a long story.”
I took a sip of coffee and said “We’ve got as long as you want.”
Hesitant, shy and often embarrassed, she told of the circumstances that had brought her to the suburbs of Chicago. Her boyfriend of three years had gotten her pregnant a month from graduation, then disappeared as soon as he was told. Her Father threw her out of the house and she miscarried at 4 months, living with some friends. Her Mother was the one who was sympathetic and had given her the money to go away and make a fresh start. She wiped her eyes as she finished the tale, saying “I guess I made a mess of things.”
I knew from past experience that her self-esteem was at an all-time low, her wallet was almost empty, and she was desperate. Facing her parents again was the last thing on Earth she wanted. She roused my maternal instincts, and I said “If you had a job you’d be ok for awhile?” She nodded yes and I sat silently thinking. They always needed people where I worked, maybe I could ask a favor of a few people and get her on. That wouldn’t guarantee my relationship with her, but it would be a start.
I told her that I’d check a few things and let her know. She smiled gratefully and we spent the next hour or so talking about girl stuff, me stealing glances at her legs or breasts whenever I could. She left me sitting there, happy and grateful I’d had the chance to talk with her. I thought she might be the one I’d been searching for, a soul mate for me. I was tired of spending time alone, maybe she felt the same way.
I spoke with Personnel and they said to have her come in right away. I called her and told her to come down to the plant, giving her directions. I didn’t see her, but when I got home there was a message on my machine that was happy and excited.
"They hired me! I’m supposed to be a packer, do you know what that is? Call me right away, please!?"
I showered, savoring the moment, and relaxed on the couch as I picked up the phone to call. I told her what a packer was and how to dress for it, explaining what I knew. I suggested dinner to celebrate and she hesitated long enough to tell me she didn’t have enough money.
"I’ll buy," I said, and she agreed to meet me. I knew of a small Italian place that was perfect and said "I’ll pick you up about 7."
We met in the parking lot of the market and she climbed in the Jeep, smiling and saying “Thank you!” over and over. She was wearing a tan dress with heels and had her hair piled up, the loose curls dangling here and there around her face. My sundress looked mousy by comparison. We ate, getting giggly with the wine, and I learned she was 19. That was perfect for my 23, and I was further encouraged by her openness and obvious delight at being with me.
Her scent was intoxicating, much more so than the wine, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she would lean over the table to whisper, the edges of her small mounds captured my eyes and wouldn’t let go. Still, I knew that if I pushed her I might be able to get her into my bed and suck her dry, but that would eliminate any chance for a long term relationship. I decided to bide my time and court her the old-fashioned way, letting the end result be her decision. I was tired of one night stands and morning recriminations.
I took her to her car, got her address and gave her mine, and promised to look in on her the next day at work. A light kiss on my cheek and thanks for the dinner were enough. Later that night in my bed I pinched my nipples and rubbed my clit, fantasizing the hands were hers.
Over the next weeks we ate lunch together and talked, and to my surprise I confided some things to her that I thought were forever buried, my experiences with men and other private things. One Friday I asked her “What are you doing for the weekend?”
"Nothing much," she replied.
"Do you want to go to the quarries with me, we can sunbathe and get wet if we want." I asked.
"Is it private?" she asked.
"Mostly, there might be a few others there though," I replied.
"Do I have to bring a suit?" she asked.
"Not if you don’t want to," I replied, surprised she would ask. She’d always impressed me as a private person. I had no qualms about nudity, but I had believed that girls from the Bible Belt were taught extreme modesty from about age 2 on. Live and learn, I thought.
I picked her up Saturday morning at her apartment, a 4th floor walkup in Tinley Park, and headed for Round Lake, some 50 miles north. We chatted as I drove, glancing from time to time at her smooth legs. Dressed in shorts and a halter top with her hair loose and blowing in the wind, I thought we looked like Thelma and Louise.
I found the turnoff and shifted into 4 wheel drive to negotiate the ruts, bouncing and tilting as we drove the narrow path to the parking area. 3 other cars were parked there, but I couldn’t hear any voices. I knew there were hundreds of places around where we could go and not be seen. Gathering our things we walked toward the water, coming out at the edge and looking over the expanse of the main pool.
"Oh God, it’s beautiful!" she exclaimed.
She started to strip and I said “Not here, silly, anyone who comes can see us!” I led her toward my favorite spot, half-way down the left side where the rocks tilted almost flat. We climbed down to the water and dipped a toe, finding it cool but not cold. I liked this spot because it afforded some privacy, the rocks on the sides sheltering us from any view except directly in front.
"Now it’s ok," I said, laughing and taking off my clothes. I had a suit on under my shorts, but if she was going to fulfill her desire to be nude, I was going to join her. She spread a blanket and stood on it, kicking her sandals off and pulling her shorts down. Her bare butt and some of her hair was visible as she bent over and my insides twitched, releasing some wetness between my legs.
Her shirt followed quickly and her breasts were revealed as the marvels they were, small and far apart on her chest. The nipples crinkled in the soft Sandyze, giving me the indication they were sensitive to touch. She folded her clothes neatly and piled them on her shoes, sitting on the blanket and digging in her bag. I opened the cooler and got us a beer, putting mine down to finish taking off my clothes.
"You wore a suit!" she exclaimed, oiling her arms.
"Yeah, you never know how many people are going to be here," I said. I thought her gaze lingered overlong at my body, I’m blond all over and the hair doesn’t hide much. Whatever I’d leaked had gone into the crotch of the suit so I was safe for now, but who knew what the next few hours would bring?
We spread some oil on each other, me secretly thrilled that I was touching her, her demeanor nonchalant and serene. I laid on my back and lit a cigarette, turning on the portable with the volume low. I was where I wanted to be, with the person I wanted to be with, doing what I wanted to do at last, the old feelings of being disconnected gone.
She stood and went to the water’s edge, splashing some on her face and arms to cool herself, giving me the view of a lifetime. The gap between her legs was wide and filled with fur, I couldn’t see her sex but the rest of her was in plain sight and I leaked again.
"If you see anyone coming just duck back up here and they can’t see you," I said.
"Shit, who’d want to look anyway?" she said, looking down at her body.
"You don’t know, do you?" I asked.
"What?" she replied.
"You turn heads where ever you go, even the supermarket," I laughed. She really was unconscious of her beauty, or dismissive of it as not worthy. I was entranced as she stood there, the only remnants of her pregnancy two small stretch marks on either side of her belly. Her breasts stood out firmly, the nipples protruding, making my mouth water.
Taking a sip of my beer I calmed myself, repeating ‘patience’ to myself several times. I hated the man who had done this to her, taken advantage of her innocence and then left her to fend for herself. She was coping with it, but how much better would her life have been if it had never happened? I had high hopes of making her future better.
The high point of the afternoon was when she and I laid close and she whispered “Thanks for inviting me, I’m having fun.” Her small hands rubbed oil into my back and butt, surprisingly strong. She didn’t seem to have any inhibitions about touching me in such a private spot, and I had to admit it felt very good. When I rolled over she continued, rubbing my breasts and giggling when the nipples reacted.
"Oops, sorry," she blushed.
"Doesn’t matter, go ahead," I whispered. Being touched that way was making me very wet and I hoped she wouldn’t notice. I tried to relax as her hands smoothed the oil on my skin, enjoying the tingles everywhere. She finished my legs and feet, not once touching my puss but arousing me to a fever pitch.
I lay there as long as I could, then got up and dove into the water, swimming out toward the middle. I had to cool off or do something I might regret later. Sitting on a submerged stone, it didn’t take long to get off and relieve some of the sexual tension. She joined me after a few minutes, somehow knowing I needed the space from her.
"This is great!" she smiled, pulling back her hair. I reached to dunk her off the rock and she ducked, diving away and swimming underwater some yards away. I could see her body as she swam, lithe and strong, perfectly shaped and supple. She surfaced and laughed at me "You gotta be quicker than that!"
I returned to our spot and opened another beer, watching her dry off.
"Can we come here every weekend?" she asked quietly.
"Sure, if you want," I said.
"I like being with you in private, I mean just you and me," she said, blushing lightly.
"Mmm, me too," I smiled. My radar went on full alert! Was that a hint, a suggestion, an advance, what? Or was she being pleasant and polite, and my touching her was out of the question?
I soaked in some heat, listened half-heartedly to the radio and closed my eyes, content with her presence and the sound of her breathing nearby. We heard noises and sat up, watching a dozen or so high school kids arrive at the water. Grasping her hand I pulled her back out of sight, waiting for them to decide where they were going to party. Walking down the other side jumping rocks, they were headed for what passed as the beach, a long level spot further down.
I relaxed and lay back down, happy we weren’t going to be bothered. I felt her hand in mine as she gave me a little squeeze, settling in on her tummy to catch the sun. An hour or so later she returned from a dip and asked “Would you oil me?” I accepted the bottle and she sprawled on her belly, legs apart, wiggling to get comfortable. As I rubbed, she said “Some of the girls at work warned me away from you.”
"Why’s that?" I asked, puzzled.
"They said you’re a dyke," she replied.
I’d never dated anyone at work and I wore regular clothes like all the other girls. Was it the fact I had a man’s job, being an electrician? She hadn’t said it in a mean way, rather a descriptive way, saying an unknown term and curious to its meaning.
Laughing and trying to make the best of it I said “I don’t like that term much, I prefer lover of ladies.” Silent for a little while, absorbing the truth, she finally asked “What’s it like?” I had to be honest with her, or the chances for a relationship to grow were out the window.
"At times wonderful, at times terrifying," I replied.
I barely noticed as she rolled over and looked up at me, putting her arms over her head.
My mind was on automatic and I continued to wet my fingers and rub her skin with the oil.
A bump in my hand got my attention and I looked down, realizing I was caressing her breast, palming the nipple. Her eyes were closed and I heard a long sigh just before she said “That feels good.”
I massaged them thoroughly before moving to her stomach. I wanted to kiss her so badly my cheeks ached, but I knew I couldn’t, not here and not now. I continued to smooth the oil on her, covering her body so it gleamed.
I laid next to her again when I was done, fearing the words ‘take me home’ or ‘lets go now’. Instead she got a little closer, rolling on her side and put her arm around my waist, propping her head on an elbow.
"You’re the first person to ever treat me decent," she declared, the look on her face honest and real.
"I like you and I wanted to get to know you," I replied.
"Do you still want to, get to know me, I mean?" she asked. I nodded yes, and she said "All you have to do is ask, I’m a completely open and honest person."
That statement left the door wide open for an interrogation, but I wasn’t in an inquisitive mood. How could I tell her that just being with her made me happy?
"You ever kiss a girl?" I asked instead.
Giggling she replied “Yeah, Janet and I tried it in 7th grade, teaching each other how to kiss boys.”
"You ever touch her, intimately I mean," I asked.
Suddenly shy, she lowered her head and said “No.”
"I wanted to!" she exclaimed, "but I was afraid."
We talked a bit more, exchanging secrets and confidences, each secure in the knowledge it would go no farther. I described how over the last 5 years I’d had 12 or 15 women in my bed and couldn’t remember any of their names, I was tired of casual sex, exhausted with the need of people to suck my emotions dry and give me nothing in return. She nodded as if she understood through all of this, at the end saying “Eddie was like that.” He had demanded she give and give, and he did nothing but take from her, emotionally and sexually. “Did he ever satisfy you?” I asked.
"Not once," she replied, shaking her head at the painful memory.
I listened as she told of the treatment she’d gotten from her three brothers and her Father, discounting her achievements and her looks as not necessary for a successful life. According to them what counted was knowledge of the farm, the kitchen, the sewing room and birthing babies. I sat hip to hip with her and held her as she cried, the tears dripping on my shoulder.
"I thought that if I got pregnant they’d accept me as an adult, one of them, but I was wrong… Eddie had to leave or my brothers would have beaten him half to death."
"I didn’t want to, but he said if I loved him I would, and I finally gave in… It didn’t last very long, but it hurt and my insides poked out afterwards."
"I’ve always felt like an outsider, even in my own house."
These and a few more bits of information convinced me she was vulnerable, hurt, lonely and afraid. Holding her shoulders I said “Why don’t we take the back roads home and stop to get something to eat?” She nodded and began to get dressed, her tears and confusion on hold for the time being. I took Route 3 south and pulled into a diner where we ate hamburgers and cokes outside in the last rays of the sun.
She was quiet and looked wistful as I drove the rest of the way home, pulling up next to her car and shutting down my engine. She put a few things in her bag and got ready to get out. With her hand on the door handle she asked in that frightened little girl voice I recognized from earlier in the day. “Can I stay with you tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”
"I don’t think that’s such a good idea right now," I replied.
"Why not?" she asked, the tears starting to roll again. "Because I’m human and I’m afraid of what I might do if I got you behind a locked door," I whispered.
"If you want me you can have me!" she cried desperately.
I considered that for a moment and said “I can’t, not this way, Deanna, don’t you see?
If I did I’d be no better than Eddie.” That seemed to sober her and make her think, and I continued, “If I am meant for you, I want it all… your heart, your love, your commitment and your body… settling for second best is not an option for me.” She nodded her acceptance and slowly got out, turning to say “Thank you for today, it was wonderful!” before she drove away. I sat in the darkened lot smoking, wondering if I’d just blown any chance of happiness with her.
I didn’t call her Sunday, I wanted her to think about what I’d said. I meant it, I couldn’t settle for just her body. It would be nice, it had felt nice under my fingers, but I did want more. If she was the one I would have that with, then so be it. I tried not to dwell on the alternatives.
Monday at work she smiled at me when I sat down to lunch, grinning at me over her sandwich.
"You were right Saturday night," she said, "I do have a lot of thinking to do." Wanting to make up in part for some of the hurt of Saturday night I asked "Do you want to go out tonight, dinner, maybe a little dancing?" "Oh yes!.. I’d like that!" she said.
"Pick you up at 7," I replied.
The rest of the day I wired a cabinet for another machine on the production line, thinking of nothing but her. I took her to Barney’s after dinner, our local ladies watering hole over at 34th and Elm. Mondays were quiet, only 20 or so couples were out and about. I ordered drinks and we sat, listening to the music and watching the people on the floor.
"Everyone of those women out there is available," I said.
"Really?" she asked, wide-eyed.
"Really," I replied, "some of them may be with a partner right now, but in a few days or weeks or months, they’ll be alone again."
"Kind of a lonely lifestyle," she said.
"Yes, at times it can be," I replied.
"Unless you find the right person," she said, looking me straight in the eye.
We danced a little, holding each other close during the slow ones and sitting out most of the fast ones. She refused all offers of a dance with anyone else without any prompting from me, earning me some very jealous looks. I took her home around midnight, getting a quick kiss on my mouth as she ran from the car to her door.
I licked my lips, tasting strawberries and cream, letting them tingle. I showered and again fantasized about her hands roaming my body, climaxing twice in my big lonesome bed.
In the end it took her two weeks to decide, and she didn’t ask me anything further, or volunteer any more information. We ate lunch every day as usual, her bright and bubbly and me mostly somber, waiting. She politely refused all offers from me of going out to dinner or even to the quarries, telling me ‘I’m thinking still’. I had to look on the bright side, we were still friends, we saw each other every day, I’d get a kiss on the cheek sometimes. I had to be patient, reminding myself for the thousandth time.
One Saturday I went to the quarries alone, climbing high above the water level, seeking solitude. I found a flat spot about 80 feet up, surrounded by rock that was perfect. I stripped nude and oiled myself, pushing my fingers into my puss, pinching my nipples roughly, stroking my rosebud, seeking relief. It came and I screamed loudly, my voice echoing off the rocks, returning to me as a primal scream of joy.
Later in the afternoon I lay on my stomach and watched a seduction scene unfold below me. A man and a woman of indeterminate age sat together on the rocks, drinking beer and talking. They kissed and gradually removed their suits, kissing and fondling each other. It wasn’t her first time, as she laid on her back she put her ankles near her head and pulled him on top of her, the urgency of her need apparent even at a distance.
He took a long time to come, pounding her again and again as she moaned and thrashed. Her release was loud and clear as she screamed, “FUCK ME!!” My relief was somewhat quieter but no less complete as I jilled my slit, humping my hand.
That night I was sitting on my couch petting my cat, an orange tabby named Maxwell, when the doorbell rang. I didn’t expect anyone, but I put on my robe and answered anyway. Deanna stood there, a grin on her face and a small bag in her hand.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
"Of course, please," I said, backing up to let her inside.
"Here!" she said, handing me the bag.
"It’s wine for us," she said, dropping her eyes and moving closer. I didn’t move as she leaned close and kissed my lips, full and firm, holding my hips. Finished, she backed away and slipped off her shoes, pulling me into my living room. Seeing Max, she went to him and petted him, sealing her approval in the house. I could tell she was excited and nervous, wriggling as I settled back with Max on my lap. His soft rumble of a purr was the only sound in the room as she worked up her courage to speak.
"I’ve decided," she said, smiling.
"Mmmm?" I replied.
"I want to be with you," she said, blushing pink.
"I know what women do with each other, I’ve been reading, and I figure what I don’t know I can trust you to teach me, can’t I?" she blurted, calming a little as she got the main point out in the open. I didn’t say anything, my heart was in my chest and I couldn’t.
I moved Max and got up, opened the wine and handed her a glass. I sipped and caught my breath, relaxing inside as I realized tonight was our night. Taking the bottle in one hand and her hand in the other, I led her to the bedroom and closed the door. I lit three candles and turned out the light, walking to her in the semi- darkness. I dropped my robe on the floor, showing her my nakedness. “Will you suck these?” I asked, holding up my breasts.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, moving toward me.
"Not now," I said, "let me look at you." I undressed her bit by bit, kissing her skin and running my hands over her body. She’d worn a lacy bra and panties to match, ‘for you,’ she said. I sucked the fleshy knots of her nipples gently and stroked her butt, inhaling a cinnamon and musk scent. The bra gone, I knelt and slid her panties down, feeling her hand on my shoulder to balance herself as she stepped out of them. I kissed her belly down low, nudging her knees apart, eager for my first taste of her center.
I found the knob of her clit first, swallowing the throbbing little bump in my mouth and sucking deep. She gasped, “OH GOD!” and I felt her legs tremble. Guiding her to the bed I laid her down and crawled next to her, pushing my fur into her hip and cupping a breast.
Our first good kiss was next, her tongue and lips demanding for one so inexperienced. She was vocal, moaning and groaning with every new sensation and touch, humping her hips upward to meet my fingers as they explored her. I think she came while I was sucking on her nipples, she was silent for some seconds as she writhed under my mouth, and her puss clamped my fingers.
After that, I teased her by pulling on her labia, stretching them and moving them around to bump her clit hood. I couldn’t hold back when she started moaning again and I moved between her legs, licking as I went. Her smell was heaven, a sweet rich odor, heavy on the air and in my nose. I licked, sucked and tongued my way past the hair and outer lips to the center, swallowing everything I could along the way. Pink, coral and dark brown were her colors, depending on where you looked. Fat puffy lips and an engorged clit met my tongue and she squealed as I sucked them in, chewing and nibbling my feast of her most intimate skin.
I heard a hundred sounds, all from her and all fading in and out as she crossed and re-crossed her legs around my head, pulling it closer and closer. She came, pulsing and squirming, squirting something past my chin I couldn’t catch and drenching my tongue.
Her tummy muscles were in a knot and her fingertips pressed my forehead, an unspoken touch of joy. Her clit shrank from my touch and she gradually calmed as I sucked the outer lips, cleaning her. I smoothed her hair with one hand and rested my chin on the back of it, gazing into her eyes. My other hand still clutched her butt cheek, so recently tense and now relaxed. Her knees sagged toward the bed and she propped herself up on her elbows, looking at me.
"Is it always like that?" she breathed, inhaling deeply.
"Most times," I replied, crawling up the bed to cuddle and love on her. I kissed her lips and she said "Sandy, Sandy my love, its never… I never… aahhhh."
"Ssshhhh, Deanna, it’s ok, I understand," I said, holding her as she shook, shivering with the aftermath of orgasm. We drank some more of the wine, touching in the intimate places, caressing each other, discovering where was best. Later, she crawled between my legs and kissed me tentatively, her efforts becoming more confident as she became aware she was making me happy. I came several times, unable to hold back from her eager mouth. I fell asleep with her soft breath on my nipple, huddled close.
That night unleashed us both, and she moved in a few days later. That summer we spent every day we could at the quarry, adding our cries to the other screams of pleasure in the great outdoors.
We’ve been together two years now, and the sex is still fresh and new every time we make love. The best part is the honesty between us, we talk about anything and everything. Her mother has called a few times, the conversation is usually slow and awkward. Her Dad hasn’t spoken to her at all, sometimes I hold her while she cries.
We sit for breakfast each morning in the walled garden at the back of the house, drinking coffee and preparing for our day. I like the morning kisses after our shower the best, she is soft and damp, with her hair loose and wavy. She is nude constantly, she says ‘to be available for me anytime’. She is insatiable, capable of multiple orgasms from nearly anything. I taught her how I liked to be sucked and fingered, and when she could tell I needed something in my butt to drive me the last inch to orgasm. Head to toe with a small pink vibrator in her butt is her favorite, usually soaking the sheets with cum as I lick her.
She likes danger and the possibility of discovery, I’ve made her climax in the restroom at work, her huffs and grunts the only sound she dare make. She says that intensifies her orgasms ten-fold, and I believe her. I love her hands on me, she will move behind me as I wash dishes or fix a meal and stroke my thigh or my ass, whispering ‘I love you’ in my ear. We go to Barney’s each weekend and dance, checking to see who is with who this week, and chatting with our friends.
I always get a giggle from her when I ask if she wants to go shopping with me.
I drove away from Chicago with mixed emotions, depression because I’d lost another job, the 5th in as many years, and elation at being set free from the suburban school system. I was 28 and without a partner, my Jeep loaded with my belongings as I sped south on the Interstate. I had decided to take some time off from life and gather my wits, maybe do some introspective thinking and choose a different vocation. Teaching hadn’t worked out very well so far, it might be time to change direction.
I stopped at Bloomington and spent a few days with Mom, sleeping late and shopping. She was in her late 50’s and frail-looking, more so now that she was alone. She suggested I go to our cabin, and I agreed it might be the perfect place. I repacked the Jeep with the essentials and headed south once more. The cabin was our family hideaway; a large A-frame nestled into the hillside with a pond nearby. I thought lots of trees and solitude might improve my attitude.
Growing up in a northern suburb of Chicago, life was good and nice things were the norm. We had money, my allowance was very generous and I was one of the few who had a car in high school. I also had a desire to teach, but dealing with the kids who didn’t care had been emotionally draining for me.
I still missed my Dad, the one who’d been there for me the most. He had a no-bullshit way of dealing with life’s problems. When I’d come to him at 17 with the confession that I thought I might be gay, he gave me a hug and said “You’re still you”.
All my closest friends in high school had been gay or asexual, more interested in their art or their craft than putting another notch on the bedpost. I dated a few guys in high school, but I never got attached to any of them like I did some of the girls.
My first girlfriend was just like me, horny but inexperienced. We caught each other staring one day at the pool and embarrassment gave way to curiosity. We introduced ourselves and sat talking for a long time, eventually deciding we could be friends. Sleepovers ensued, a glimpse of thigh here and a touch of a breast there, and before we knew it we were head over heels in love. Our sexual relationship ended when I went away to college, but I still get a card from her at Christmas, full of the things she and her partner are doing. My last lover had gone on to something new, she didn’t like the city or her job, and had made a major life change. I had wished her the best and kept on working, saddened by her abrupt departure.
I called the place “Rock Haven”, about 70 acres of hilly scrub and stunted trees on County Road Y. The pond out front is the only level place on the whole property, an oval about 200 feet long and half as wide. Family legend says that when my Dad excavated it, he took a break for lunch and when he came back the borrowed bulldozer was underwater. The water is always cold even in summer, so I think it’s fed by an underground spring or river. Dad had built a raft of oil drums and planks, and I still remember sunbathing nearly nude on it as a teenager.
I spent the night outside St. Louis in a motel, rising bright and early to hit the road. Late that evening I turned off Interstate and drove down the county road, looking for our driveway. Easing the Jeep down the overgrown path, I stopped by the pole and unlocked the breaker box, turning on the power. A few yards farther down I parked the Jeep and got out, relishing the silence. Grabbing my overnight case, I locked up and went in the cabin. I’d need groceries and gas for the mower but tomorrow was soon enough. I turned on the water heater and checked the place for bugs, then headed for bed.
In the morning I made coffee and sat on the porch, enjoying the quiet. I made a list and unpacked the Jeep, cleaning as I went. I put on a thin cotton sundress and sandals for the trip to town, looking forward to an afternoon on the raft.
Waynesville was the same, a lot of uniforms and people hurrying from one place to another. I shopped for a couple of hours, loaded my purchases and headed for home.
It took several trips up the stairs to get everything inside and put away, and afterwards I put on my black bikini and grabbed a towel for my afternoon by the water. Wading through the frigid water and climbing on the raft were just as I remembered, ice-cold toes and sun-warmed shoulders.
Over the next few days I cleaned some more and stored things in their proper places, organizing the place like I wanted. I doubted my Mother would come and visit, even though she had intimated she might. I also began spending more time nude than ever before, especially at the pond.
My body was nothing spectacular in my opinion, but it looked good with a tan. I’m about 5’9” and 120 pounds, brown hair worn long and hazel eyes. If my butt was a little smaller or my boobs were a little bigger I would’ve been more content, but nobody’s perfect.
On Saturday I woke up late and sat on the porch with my coffee, letting the sun warm my toes. I wanted to spend the day at the pond working on my tan, so after a brief visit to the bathroom and loading my cooler, I grabbed my towel and bag and headed down the path. I rounded the last tree and came to a halt, staring. An old Valiant with a faded paint job was parked near the trees with the door open. A woman was trying to put on a bathing suit, muttering under her breath. A white butt and pale breasts declared her a non-nudist, definitely a visitor.
Not wanting her to see me nude, I backed out of sight and put my stuff down near a tree. Running for the house, I wondered what she was doing here. The property was posted on all sides, I’d checked the signs. I put on my bikini and walked back down, gathering my things. I took a deep breath and walked into the open toward her and the car. About halfway there she saw me and started, her hand going to her mouth.
"Hi, I’m Amelia Reisch," I said, gazing at her. Quite pretty, she was about my age and slim, filling her suit nicely. I guessed about 5 feet 6, B cup, with short red hair and long legs, the shapely ones that models have, along with a nicely rounded bottom that wasn’t completely covered by her suit. Her toenails were painted hot pink, complimenting her nicely shaped feet.
"I’m Kelly Brown," she stammered, lowering her blue eyes.
"Did you know you’re on private property?" I asked, putting my cooler on the ground.
"Ye-yes," she replied, blushing.
"Why do you come here?" I asked, taking a step closer.
"Look, I’ll leave if you want, please don’t call the cops, ok?" she pleaded, backing away from me.
"Just tell me why you came," I said.
She hesitated for a moment and said “It’s a nice place to relax, do a little thinking.”
"For me too," I replied, "first time I’ve been here in years."
"You own the place?" she asked.
"My family does, me and Mom now," I replied.
"I’ve been coming here for two years and never saw anyone, I thought the place was abandoned," she said.
"I’m here for the summer," I replied, "schoolteacher."
She smiled and said “I teach too, out at the Fort.”
"American History and freshman soccer," I said.
"Radio communications," she said.
"You in the military?" I asked.
"For now," she replied.
"Why don’t we take a load off and have a beer?" I suggested, sitting down.
I opened the cooler and pulled out two cans, handing her one.
"Thanks, you sure it’s ok if I stay?" she asked.
"Glad to have the company," I assured her.
The next few hours were enlightening, she told me she joined the military to get away from home. A whiz at electronics, she found radio to be an exciting hobby and talked to people all over the world. I shared a little about me and my family, telling her the bulldozer story and a few others. She was fun to be with, had a girlish laugh that made her boobs jiggle and an infectious sense of humor.
Toward evening she sat there quietly staring at the trees on the other side of the water, perhaps thinking of the reason she had come today.
Out of the blue she asked “Are you alone?”
I nodded and said “There’s been no one for awhile.”
Standing up, she said “Thanks for letting me stay, I feel better.”
"You’re welcome anytime," I replied.
She rolled her towel and slipped on a pair of shorts and an old sweatshirt over her suit, definitely a modest person. I knew I’d have to work overtime on my tan to get rid of the lines I’d acquired today, but it had been worth it.
I put our empties in the cooler and draped my towel over my shoulder, preparing to head up the hill. As I walked past her car, she stepped forward and grasped my hands, saying “Thanks again for today,” and leaned to give me a small peck on the cheek. It wasn’t anything special, the kind of kiss girlfriends everywhere give each other, but I was close enough to smell her skin and the tanning oil she used. The look in her eyes told me she was very grateful, and I sensed rather than saw the loneliness behind them.
"You’re welcome," I replied.
On impulse I moved forward and brushed her lips with mine, feeling the softness of her mouth. It was quick, but I hoped the look in my eyes would let her know I was definitely interested. Neither of us had declared our sexual preference openly, but I could tell by her shy glances that anything was possible.
The moment passed and she cleared her throat and said “Well, until next time then.”
I nodded and watched as she got in her car and started it, backing up carefully to avoid the trees. Smiling and waving out the window, she made her way up the hill and onto the road, leaving me in silence. I sat on the porch and drank a few more beers until the mosquitoes got too bad, then went inside and showered, getting ready for bed.
I tuned the radio to an easy listening station, humming along with the ballads I remembered, reliving the events of the day. A kissable mouth for sure, shapely body ditto, (much nicer than mine!) and very pretty feet, that second toe just the right amount longer than the rest. I don’t know why, but I’ve always been attracted to strong-looking feet and toes. And her smell, that delightful aroma of tanning oil on warm skin, made more special by her unique feminine scent that teased my nose. I mentally abused myself for not being more aggressive, then fell asleep with my hand between my legs.
She didn’t come back the next day, so I mowed the grass around the cabin and down by the pond. She didn’t appear the next day either, and I went shopping in Waynesville for more food, then cleaned up the place until dusk fell.
After my shower, I sat on the porch and drank some more beer, listening to the frogs. I thought I must be obsessed, I couldn’t get her out of my mind for more than a few minutes at a time. I fervently hoped the “next time” would be soon or else I’d go crazy.
The weekend arrived and I was sitting on the front porch with my coffee, kicked back in my chair with my feet up on the railing. I heard a shout and a squeal of bad brakes, then an engine coming closer, growling like it was in low gear. I stood up just in time to see a large van squeal to a stop a few feet away from the back end of my Jeep. An older man looked out the window at me, his expression unreadable. Several windows were open and I heard a muffled “Whoo-hoo!”, making me realize I was standing there nude. I blushed and ducked inside for my bathrobe, returning a few seconds later.
The driver was standing at the bottom of the steps by this time and I asked “Can I help you?”
"Yes ma’am," he replied, "are you the owner?"
"Yes, I’m part of the family that owns this place," I said.
"Well, we’ve been coming here for quite a while now and haven’t ever seen anyone in the cabin, we assumed it was abandoned," he said.
"Well it’s not!" I exclaimed, "we haven’t used it for some time is all."
Turning to walk away, he said “Sorry to bother you, we’ll go someplace else.”
I heard a couple of groans from the van along with a loud “Shit!”
The faces I could see were all young and mostly female, so I said “Wait a minute!…can you come up here for a second?”
He climbed the stairs and I opened the door, motioning him inside.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Master Sargeant Troy Henry Jr, ma’am," he replied.
"Who are they?" I asked, pointing to the driveway.
"My troops from the Commo school, I treat them to a beer bust occasionally," he said.
"They were looking forward to it, weren’t they?" I smiled.
"Yes ma’am, they were," he replied.
I knew that Fort Leonard Wood was a training base, but what kind was a mystery to me. I also knew that the local cops treated the military in a less than friendly fashion most of the time, and maybe a party was what I needed to lift my spirits. It was known locally as “Fort Lost In The Woods,” and comprised 96,000 acres of the kind of ground I was standing on, namely not good for much else.
"Tell you what Sarge," I said, "if you guarantee there won’t be any trouble that’ll bring the cops down here, you go ahead and have your fun."
His face lit up in the first smile I’d seen and he reached to shake my hand.
"You won’t regret it ma’am, there won’t be no trouble," he said.
"Amelia, Amelia Reisch," I replied . "Pleased to meet you Amelia, call me Troy," he said.
I watched as he ran to the van and got in, quieting the passengers. I got a small wave from one of the back windows as it slowly drove down the hill and turned left out of sight. I put on my black bikini and walked out the door for the pond. Halfway down the path an old station wagon pulled up behind me and tooted its horn. I stepped off the path and said “They’re that way!” as it drove past. The driver was a blond and she had several passengers in the other seats, dressed for a day at the beach.
When I arrived near the parked vehicles, preparations were in full swing. Two washtubs full of ice and beer were on the ground and a tall dark-haired kid was trying to light a portable grill. Dressed in a suit that barely covered his pubic hair, the bulge within was impressive. Troy wore blue swim trunks and had a redneck tan, his arms and neck were brown with the rest a pasty white. Another guy was sorting through a large cooler, dressed much the same as the cook. The girls wore little or nothing, exposing large amounts of skin in varying shades of brown. I watched as one stepped out of her clothes and waded in the water with a towel and a small cooler over her head, headed for the raft.
Four or five others followed her, and in a few minutes they were all stretched out with oiled bodies gleaming in the sun. Troy saw me and walked over, handing me a can of beer.
"Thanks again for letting us stay," he said.
"No problem," I replied.
"They work hard and don’t get much time off, I keep’em together and do a little partying, helps increase their sense of being on a team," he said.
"What do they do?" I asked.
"Teach communications, radios, telephones, stuff like that," he said.
I nodded and asked “You think I’m overdressed for the occasion?”
He laughed out loud and said “Makes no never mind to me, I’m a happily married man, but to some maybe you are……your choice though.”
I decided I’d keep the suit at least for now and walked to the grill. The tall kid with the Speedos thanked me and said “I’m Gary, you want a burger?”
"Sure," I replied, taking the offering in one hand and sitting on a nearby stump. The skinny blond kid yelled "Chow’s ready!" and bent to give Gary a quick kiss on the cheek, smiling. He stood beside Gary and helped serve as they came forward in twos or threes for the food.
During the afternoon I was introduced to most of them as they came forward to say thanks. I let them know the bathroom in the cabin was available but the rest of the cabin was off limits. I sunned and drank beer with them, listening to their stories about Army life.
Toward dusk, I heard Sargeant Henry rounding up his people, urging them to get packed up and ready to go. One of the girls came up to me and kissed me lightly on the cheek, saying “thank you” softly in my ear. Her suit was tiny, allowing me a peek at her breasts down to the nipples. I felt a little twitch in my lower belly at the sight, reminding me that it had been a long time since I’d had company in my bed.
"You’re welcome," I replied, giving her a little hug.
Before they left I stood off to one side with Troy and asked “Do you have a girl named Kelly in your unit, red hair, nice legs?”
Troy laughed and said “Yeah, I do. She stayed at the Fort today, she’s working through some personal problems right now.”
"Oh," I replied, "tell her Hi for me, will you?"
"Will do," Troy said.
I snuggled into the comforter in my loft at bedtime, relaxed and happy, glad I had helped them enjoy their day but disappointed in not seeing Kelly. In the morning I had my coffee on the porch, listening to the birds chirping and squirrels barking at one another in the trees. I realized my life was full and rich with all kinds of opportunities, only lacking in the romance department. I’d never made a pass at anyone I worked with, following my Dads’ sage advice of “don’t pee in your own pool”. Chicago is full of clubs and bars that cater to my kind, but I missed waking up to a smile from someone I cared about.
A few days later I was eating lunch and the phone rang.
I picked it up and a woman’s voice asked “Amelia?”
"That’s me," I replied.
"This is Kelly, from the other day? …..I’m sorry about not making it to the party, but I wonder if I could come out today?" she asked, "I’d like to talk to you."
"Sure can, I’ll be here all day," I replied.
About an hour later I heard the sound of an engine coming down the drive, and I stood to greet her. Kelly climbed out and came to the porch, wiping her forehead with her sleeve. She wasn’t in uniform unless you counted the army green T-shirt over her shorts. Barefoot, she looked tired and depressed.
"Hi, what can I get you to drink?" I asked.
"A cold beer would be nice," she smiled.
She sat with her head down and her elbows on her knees, twisting her can and thinking of how to begin.
"You remember the day we met?" she asked.
"How could I forget?" I laughed.
"I’ve been thinking about you a lot since then," she said.
"Me too," I replied.
"In the Army they say "don’t ask, don’t tell", but I have to know. Why did you kiss me that day?"
"Because I wanted to," I replied, "and because you looked like you wanted me to."
"I did, but not for the right reasons, I wanted to be close to somebody, anybody," she said.
"It was a nice kiss anyway," I replied, smiling.
"Well, people tell me I wear my heart on my sleeve and I’m too open with my emotions. I know I’m naive, but I don’t know what to think anymore!" she said, frustrated.
"Those things are ok around some people," I said, "but there are some who take advantage."
"That’s why I wanted to talk to you today, I feel like I can trust you. I don’t know why, but I do," she said.
I took a sip of beer and said “Go ahead.”
"At the party, did you see a blond girl with a little white suit, about 5 foot three?" she asked.
"Mmm-hmm," I replied.
"Well, that’s Angel, she’s the reason I didn’t come that day….. we’ve been dating for a few months and we broke up last week," she said.
"Did she say why?" I asked.
"She wants to experiment, have sex with other people, she says "to see if what we have is real"," she replied.
"Oh bullshit!" I exclaimed, "she just wants your permission to sleep around!"
"Well, she’s doing it," Kelly replied, a sad look on her face.
"Did you bring your suit?" I asked, thinking a swim might brighten her up. She shook her head no and I said "Well, let’s take a dip anyway, you might feel better."
Her clothes did little to hide the fact she was a female in her prime, young and healthy with a beautiful body. I watched as she stripped out of them on the porch, her firm breasts with delicate pink nipples coming into view. The shorts followed and I saw the curls between her thighs matched her hair, a rarity. She blushed and smiled, apparently nervous at being exposed.
I handed her a towel and we walked slowly toward the pond, her nicely-shaped ass jiggling with her steps. We swam for a few minutes and got out to lie in the sun, sprawling on the towels side by side.
"I feel better now," she said.
Feeling the need to let her know how I felt, I asked “What makes you think you need someone to make you feel whole?”
"What do you mean?" she asked, raising her head to look at me.
"You ever hear the old saying ‘a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle’? I asked.
"No," she giggled, "but I like it!"
"Me too, because what it tells me is that if I have a relationship, it’s because I want one, it’s not because I need one……the difference between want and need is desperation," I said.
"Oh," she said quietly, my opinion of life sinking in, her head slowly dropping to her towel.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in and out of the water, keeping cool and getting tan, sharing confidences and little secrets that new acquaintances do so as to be closer friends. I wanted to get to know her better, and possibly make love with her. I could only hope she felt the same way.
That night in my bed I ran my hands over my body, pleasuring myself and imagining they were hers. I couldn’t get the image of her little pink nipples out of my mind.
Sarge called on Friday, asking if he could bring a few people out for the weekend, and I said yes.
"Is Kelly coming?" I asked.
"I think so, you want me to call back when I know for sure?" he replied.
Not wanting to appear too anxious, I said “No, that’s ok, I’ll see you guys in a bit.”
Checking the bathroom for extra toilet paper and tidying up the living room took a few minutes, and I heard the sound of engines in the drive. I stepped out on the porch and waved as they went by, hearing a couple of shouts of glee and anticipation.
I gave them a minute or two to get things set up and walked down nude, carrying my towel. As I rounded the trees the scene looked much the same as before, except there were three vehicles and a few more people. Finding Troy, I said hi and helped myself to a beer. I looked for Kelly, assuming that a redhead would be easy to spot. I couldn’t see her anywhere so I said hi to Gary and Scott and spread my towel at the edge of the water. Disappointed she hadn’t come, I was about to go back to the cabin when I heard her call my name.
"Amelia! over here!," she yelled, and I saw her standing on the other side of the pond, frantically waving her arms. I folded my towel, grabbed my beer and waded across to join her. I felt a little strange when I climbed out, she looked me up and down like she was inspecting me, grinning all the while.
"You’re gorgeous naked!" she exclaimed.
"You’ve seen me before," I said.
"You’re so brown now!" she said.
She was all giggles and smiles as she offered to share her blanket and I sat with her, catching up on her doings at the Fort. We splashed at the edge a couple of times and she got out a bottle of lotion. As she oiled me I had some nice memories of people in the past, sharing small things like a back rub and the same tanning lotion. I thought it might be nice to share those things again with someone I cared about.
"How are you and Angel getting along?" I asked.
"Rumor has it she is sleeping with three other people, I don’t want in the middle of that," she replied.
"Busy girl," I chuckled.
"Too busy for me," she said.
I was on my stomach and Kelly was lying next to me, her arms over her head. I opened my eyes and peeked at the soft tender skin of her underarm, right where it met her chest. Slightly wrinkled and covered with almost invisible downy hair, it looked like a perfect spot for a kiss. She increased my horniness a notch when she sat up and pulled off her suit, lying back down and asking “Do you mind?”
"Of course not," I replied, " you look good without a suit." The tan lines were sharp and clear, the brown of the tan giving way to her white skin and those pretty pink nipples. I closed my eyes and mentally drifted, feeling my pussy ooze a little.
The portable radio was playing something soft and romantic and I felt her hand grip mine and give it a little squeeze.
"It’s nice being here with you," she said.
"Mmmmm," I replied.
"I’ve got a 72 for this weekend," she said.
"A what?" I giggled.
"A pass, for 72 hours, I don’t have to be back until Monday morning," she said.
"Great!" I said, wondering whether she was trying to wangle an invitation to stay with me, or if she had other plans. She didn’t say anything else, so I thought I’d investigate another source, a ‘good option’ as my Dad used to say.
"Be right back, you want anything?" I asked as I got up.
"I’m good," she said, pointing to her small cooler.
I swam across and got a beer, then went in search of Troy. I found him in the front seat of the van, dozing.
"Troy, talk to me," I said, waking him up.
Once he sat up, I continued “Did Kelly get her 72 from you?”
"Mmm-hmm," he said, " I give out all I can."
"Did she say what her plans were?" I asked.
"Something about spending the weekend with somebody," he replied.
"Thanks Troy," I said, "you’re a big help."
"Can I tell you a secret?" he asked.
"Please do," I smiled back.
"Her bag is in the truck, personally I think she wants to stay with you," he said with a grin.
"Mmmmmm," I murmured, "Thanks Troy, see ya around."
I picked up 2 more beers to cover the real reason I’d left and walked around the pond to rejoin Kelly. She was sitting up, munching on a bag of chips and drinking a beer when I arrived and plopped down.
"Got room for these in your cooler?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm," she mumbled, pointing at it. I stashed one and opened the other, leaning back.
"What are you going to do on your 72?" I asked.
"A bunch of us usually rent a motel room and get drunk, party a little," she said.
"Is that what you really want to do?" I asked.
"No," she said shyly, dropping her eyes. She reminded me of me with my first girlfriend, shy, tentative and bashful, not knowing if what I asked for would be met with enthusiasm or disgust.
"So what are you going to do?" I asked.
"Could I stay here with you?" she asked, her eyes gleaming.
"As long as you don’t snore," I laughed.
She giggled and that took the edge off the conversation, leaving us both an out if the need arose. We hadn’t mentioned bed at all, or where anyone was going to sleep. If we clicked, maybe something would happen. If not, at least I would have some pleasant company for a couple of nights. I stretched out on my back and closed my eyes, waiting for evening.
Troy got his troops together around 6 o’clock, getting them dressed for the trip back.
Kelly said “I’ve got to go back with them and get my car.”
"I’ll drive you back Sunday night or whenever," I replied. Suddenly I realized she may not have wanted everyone to know she planned to stay with me, maybe some weren’t gay and didn’t understand, or some of the other girls would make fun of her.
"Or not," I said.
"I’ll come back as soon as I can," she said, kissing my cheek. She got in the van and drove up the hill, leaving me to walk. Hurrying back to the cabin, I cleaned the kitchen and picked up stray clothes from the floor. Putting some stew on the stove to heat, I took a shower and sat on the couch in my robe, waiting.
7 came and went, as did 8. I ate supper and did the dishes, turning the radio on low. At 8:30 I heard her old beater rattle its way down the hill and stop, then the slam of the squeaky door.
Quick steps coming up the stairs and then a series of hard knocks, her voice calling, “‘Amy? It’s me!”
I opened the door and saw a different person. She’d taken the time to fix her hair and put on a little makeup, highlighting her blue eyes. Dressed in very short white shorts with a matching halter top, she displayed her tan to perfection.
She had a small bag in her hand and dropped it on the floor, telling me “I’m sorry about this afternoon, I’m not very brave.”
"That’s ok, you’re here now," I smiled, "can I get you something to drink?"
"A beer is ok," she said. I got us both one and sat on the couch, patting the cushion next to me.
"Come sit with me," I said, putting my feet up.
She kicked off her shoes and pulled her halter top off, revealing her soft swellings with their pink tips.
"Is it ok?" she asked, blushing and looking around.
"Sure," I said, standing to remove my robe.
She seemed to relax once we were nude and sitting hip to hip on the couch. I had dimmed the lights in the room to give it a romantic feel, some ambience for the seduction I hoped would happen.
"I had my bag in the truck and I really didn’t need my car," she said, smiling shyly.
"I know," I said, "sometimes we do things we can’t explain."
"You’re not mad at me?" she asked anxiously.
"You’re here, that’s what counts," I said.
"I still don’t feel comfortable letting people know what I’m doing," she said.
"I understand, I was just like you once," I replied.
"Shy, secretive, ashamed sometimes?" she asked.
"That and more," I replied.
"Chrissy’s parents still don’t know about us, about her, I mean," she said.
"Maybe they do and choose to ignore it," I said.
"Maybe," she replied.
A slow ballad came on the radio and I stood up, holding her hand.
"Dance with me," I said. She drank a quick gulp and stood, letting me lead her away from the couch. I held her loosely, both hands at her waist and my nose in her hair, our bodies not quite touching. A few steps later she dropped her hands to my butt and squeezed, pulling her body against mine and tucking her head beneath my chin.
A song or two later she said “I wanted to do this all day.”
"You could have," I replied.
"Not with everyone else here I couldn’t, I told you I’m not brave," she said.
"You will be," I said.
My nipples were hard and my puss was rapidly lubricating itself in anticipation as we continued to dance, sometimes fast, the slow ones a merging of bodies. A commercial came on and I stopped, her hard nipples pressed just below my larger ones. I held her face and kissed her gently, a new lover’s kiss, sensual and full of tongue. She kissed back, hungry and demanding, probing with her tongue and lips.
The seduction didn’t go quite as I’d planned, she backed me up until my knees hit the edge of the couch. I fell back on the cushions with her straddling me. She kissed me once and sat back to play with my breasts, kneading them and lightly pinching the nipples. She smiled as I moaned softly, delighted with her gentle hands.
"Play with me," she said quietly, "I know they’re not very big, but they’re sensitive."
I stroked the sides and rubbed my hand across her nipples, watching them curl and shrink into grainy knots. She leaned forward and I sucked one then the other, making her groan and close her eyes. Her smell was rising to my nose, a combination of musk and sweat I found very exciting. Lowering one hand, I explored her mound and just below, spreading her labia. Her bush was trimmed closely at the sides but left long in the middle, the curls soft and thick. I bent my finger and stroked her clit with my knuckle, getting a gasp and a jerk.
She was very wet and slippery, the engorged labia nearly filling my hand. I sucked her nipples gently and stroked her outer lips, bumping her clit on the upstroke. She pressed her hips down and held my shoulders with her eyes closed, waiting for her orgasm. I began probing inside with a finger as I rubbed, and she wiggled and smiled “Yessssssssss.” I added another and she started rocking, bouncing her hips up and down on my hand. When I thought she was close I sucked a nipple rather firmly and bent my wrist, going a little deeper.
She started to come, bouncing faster and faster until she grimaced and groaned “Unh……oh god……unh unh unh! uuunnnnnnnnnnnhh!”
Her grip on my shoulders was almost to the point of pain, then she relaxed and leaned forward, searching for my mouth. I left my hand where it was, letting her insides quiver and contract on it. We kissed for awhile and I slid my hand out, holding her hips. Her body was warm, the skin unblemished except for a small mole on her right breast.
When she caught her breath, she kissed me on the neck, giving me goosebumps. She moved back and lowered her head to suck a nipple, kneeling in front of me. Planting little wet kisses everywhere, she gradually moved down until she buried her face in my hair, pulling my hips forward and spreading my knees.
The first touch was her tongue tip just below my clit. I reached down and pulled my lips open for her, anxious to feel her mouth. Gentle and teasing, she licked and sucked here and there, never staying in one spot too long. I lay back and enjoyed it, feeling it build slowly, one of the kind that lasted a long time. She reached for my breasts and started rolling the nipples between her thumb and finger, sucking hard on the upper half of my puss. As she flicked the underside of my clit with her tongue it began growing urgently, the pressure starting outward. I held her head with my fingers and crossed my ankles behind her back, pulling her closer.
I grunted as it began, the glow spreading from my womb up and out, numbing my lips and curling my toes. I gasped a few times, bucking my hips against her, moaning loudly. I heard her swallow a couple of times and utter a soft cry of “mmmm” as my clit shrank back under the hood, too sensitive to touch. Her tongue probed my entrance after that, then small kisses on my thighs as her fingers stroked my pussy lips, letting me settle. I looked down and she was grinning at me, kissing the top of my hair.
"Ready for another one?" she asked.
"In a little while," I replied, pulling her to me.
After sex kisses are the best, wonderfully wet and sloppy, full of the taste and scent of aroused pussy. I licked her face and kissed her eyes and chin, fondling her now-red nipples.
"You’re different," she said, backing away slightly.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Most girls I know go for my pussy and ignore my tits because they’re not very big," she said.
"Everything is part of you," I replied, happy I’d pleased her.
We cuddled and caught our breath, sipping from a can occasionally and returning to touch and kiss some more. Even allowing for the fact that this was the first time in months I’d been with someone, it was special. She leaned her head on my shoulder and put her hand on my belly, sighing with contentment. After some more cuddling, we both went pee and climbed to the loft, snuggling under my comforter. Some long kisses and incredibly emotional moments later, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I awoke to the aroma of fresh coffee, very close. I opened my eyes and saw her face smiling down at me, a cup in her hand.
"Good morning," she said.
"It’s still morning?" I laughed.
"I always get up early," she replied.
"Lemme go pee and I’ll have some of that coffee," I said, climbing out of bed and putting on my shift. She was dressed in shorts and a top but was barefoot, those pretty toes visible. As I sat on the pot I thought we had barely scratched the surface, a universe of wonderful things were possible for both of us. I climbed back up to the loft, seeing that she had cleaned up the mess from the night before.
"What do you want to do today?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a sip of my coffee.
"I don’t know exactly, just being with you is enough," she smiled. That got her a hug, and she giggled.
"Well, we could swim, tan, read, cook something special for dinner, talk, go shopping, anything you want," I said.
"Could we go to the pond and talk, there’s some things you need to know about me," she said.
"Sure!" I replied, "let me get a quick shower and we’ll go."
As I showered she packed my small cooler with snacks and drinks and we walked down to the pond. She took off her shorts and top while I spread out the blanket and we swam out to the raft and back, then sat down. I sprawled on my back to catch the sun and she sat facing me with her knees up, her arms wrapped around them, definitely a defensive position. I could tell she was nervous or anxious, about to divulge something important.
"You remember I told you about musical beds?" she asked.
I nodded and she said “My oldest brother’s name is Chester. After Mom got sick, we’d be in the house alone and he’d come to my room and paw me, pinching my butt or my breasts. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, Bailey Timmons had seen to that, and Chet said he wanted some of what Bailey got. He said if I didn’t he’d take Amelia instead, and she’s two years younger than me.”
"So you protected your sister," I said.
"Mm-hm, and it was awful!" she cried, "he likes it rough, he doesn’t make love, he fucks, and if I screamed he laughed and fucked me harder."
"Where was your Father while all this was going on?" I asked.
"Either working or at the hospital with Mom," she replied, the tears bright in her eyes.
"And that’s why you joined the Army," I said, my anger building.
"Yes, I had to leave, I couldn’t take it anymore," she replied, the tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
"I would have done the same," I said.
"I don’t feel clean, I’m damaged goods," she blurted, "I wanted you to know before whatever happens between us goes too far."
"Too far for what?" I asked.
Inhaling deeply and looking me in the eyes, she said “I have feelings for you, and I couldn’t handle it if you found out from someone else and dumped me……it’s happened before.”
"Let me tell you something," I said, "I don’t listen to gossip, particularly the nasty kind. Your past is your business. I’m glad you told me, but it doesn’t change anything."
"I’m—-I’m so fucking scared!" she cried.
I sat up and held her as she sobbed, the tears wetting my arm. She calmed down after a few minutes and I pulled her to the blanket with me, her breasts resting against mine.
"Kelly, this isn’t a one-night stand," I said, "none of us have any guarantees of happiness, that’s doesn’t mean we shouldn’t make the effort. Women have it rougher than men, in order to get a date we have to expose what society considers to be abnormal desires to another person up front! I’m willing to take a chance, are you?"
"Yes, but I’m still scared," she smiled.
"And you don’t think I am?" I said, "I haven’t thought of anything but you since the day we met!"
She stretched forward and kissed me then, her eyes bright with what I hoped was love or at least growing affection. The kissing got a little warmer and more sexual, our tongues softly entwining and our hands exploring the nooks and crannies. She rubbed her slit on my thigh as I held her butt and kissed her hard, her orgasm coming quickly. She slumped against me and buried her head between my breasts, softly crying. I held her close and stroked her, trying to reassure her by my continued presence.
An hour later we were splashing each other at the edge of the water, the emotional trauma on hold for the time being. I watched her cute breasts sway as she bent over to scoop a double handful of water to throw at me, the beautiful pink nipples hard and proud.
"Let’s go shopping," I said, wading out to the sand.
What for?” she asked, “we’ve got everything we need, don’t we?”
"I want to be seen in public with you," I said, hoping it wasn’t a mistake.
"Ok," she grinned, wading out to join me.
We ran giggling to the cabin to get dressed, and I handed her one of my older muu-muus, a brightly patterned one with lots of red and blue flowers.
"Here, try this one, " I said, "It’s too small for me but it should fit you ok."
"Ooooh, pretty!" she exclaimed as she pulled it over her head.
"And no undies, either," I giggled, "we’re going for the natural look."
"You’re so bad!" she laughed.
I found her a pair of sandals that fit and we ran for the Jeep, excited about our excursion. Once in town we parked and entered the local strip mall, and I grasped her hand. She looked at me with anxiety in her eyes but she didn’t pull away. Strolling through the various stores, we got more than a few stares and whistles from the guys, always returned with a big smile and a laugh from us.
I bought a couple of things from the drugstore and went into the supermarket thinking about dinner. On the way out of town we stopped at an antique store and browsed, finding nothing we couldn’t live without.
On the highway she leaned over and put her hand on my leg, tucking her head against my shoulder.
"That was exciting!" she said, "all those people knew we were together!"
"How does that make you feel?" I asked.
"Oh, happy, excited, maybe a little horny too," she said, kissing my cheek.
"After dinner we’ll fix the horny part, you’ll have to deal with the other," I said laughing.
"I can’t wait!" she exclaimed.
She did, although not very patiently. I put supper on the stove and stripped for a shower, pulling her in with me. She got into the spirit of the evening by kissing me all over and washing me thoroughly, especially what she called “the dirty parts”. I’d come once and was close to another before she decided I was clean enough. We got out just in time to prevent the meal from being a burnt disaster.
With full bellies we sat on the porch with our coffee, feet up on the rail and relaxing to enjoy the late afternoon sun.
"I could get used to being naked," she said, "sure is more comfortable than the other way!"
"You bet," I replied, reaching to hold her hand.
We sat in companionable silence for some minutes and I decided to ask a few questions.
"What do you like, sexually I mean?" I said.
"Mmmm, I don’t know, whatever the mood calls for I suppose," she replied.
"I don’t want to suggest anything you’re uncomfortable with, that’s why I’m asking," I said.
"What can we do besides what we’ve done?" she asked, "I don’t have much experience in anything kinky."
"I’m not talking kinky, I’m talking back rubs and body massages, foot rubs, kisses in certain places, things like that," I stated.
"I like my feet rubbed," she blushed, hiding her embarrassment with her cup.
"Me too, how about your fanny?" I asked.
"That too," she said, getting redder.
"You blush cute, but don’t be embarrassed. I’d rather ask now than do something and have you push me away," I said.
"You’re the most honest person I know," she said, "no one else has asked me anything before, they’ve just done it."
"What don’t you like?" I asked.
"Being forced or held down, that brings back bad memories," she replied.
"I’d never do that to you, I understand," I said.
We sat there until dusk fell, holding hands and sometimes not saying anything, content simply to be together. As the darkness gathered, she softly said “Let’s go in now, I want to make love again.” I nodded and got up, holding the door for her.
Inside, she went to pee and I laid a fire to ward off the chill of the evening. I had the brandy bottle down and two glasses poured before she appeared in the doorway looking very sexy. The panties were tiny and pink, the edges trimmed in lace, her mound prominent behind the material. The matching bra was a filmy see- through thing meant for seduction, not support.
"Beautiful!" I said, eyeing her up and down.
"It’s more romantic if you have something to take off," she said.
"I have a few things like that, would you like me to…..?" I asked.
"Oh no," she said, "It’s just the mood I’m in right now."
"And what mood would that be?" I chuckled.
"Very submissive, very horny, sexual, I’m already dripping," she said, pointing to her underwear.
I kissed her as tenderly as I could, her shyness and hesitation disappearing slowly. As before, the kisses grew in intensity and she sat on my lap facing me, her legs spread wide. I unsnapped the bra and pulled it off, kissing her breasts all over, trailing my tongue on the firmness, then blowing on the spot. The nipples crinkled and I sucked one then the other, letting my hand explore in her panties.
She was right, she was wet with slippery juices, moving her hips down and forward. She grasped my shoulders again and closed her eyes, breathing rapidly through her nose. My knuckle bumped her clit several times in rapid succession and she came, flooding my hand with cum. She tensed and groaned as it hit, tremors shaking her body. Seconds later she stood and pulled off the panties, grabbing at my arm.
"Lie down," she said.
I did and she knelt behind me, her head facing my feet. I enjoyed an upside down kiss, her hands stroking my belly and breasts, kneading and touching. She moved forward some and began to suck my nipples into hard points, hers hanging free just above my mouth. I took one pink knot into my mouth and sucked firmly, caressing the other with my hand. She did the same and moved again, kissing and licking my belly button. I returned the kiss, feeling her fur on my forehead. I could smell her excitement, sharp and musky in my nose.
She rolled to her side and pushed against the inside of my knee, urging me to open my legs. I did and felt her tongue lick my center, going as deep as she could. She draped her upper leg over my shoulder and her pretty pussy was an inch away, glistening wet with her cum. I licked and swallowed, tasting her essence. I followed her lead, putting a couple of fingers inside her snug tunnel, kissing and sucking her clit. I had a small shivery orgasm, then concentrated on her, sucking and thrumming my tongue tip on her clit. She raised her head and cried out “Aaaaahhhhh!” once, then pushed her hips forward, almost smothering me. I worked my fingers and tongue in unison, pumping both as deep as possible.
She moaned loudly and tensed, her puss tightening around my fingers. I sucked her canal, letting the thick creamy fluid fill my mouth and tingle my tongue. I swallowed twice and she gasped and rolled to her back, her hand covering her groin, struggling to breathe.
I lifted myself to one elbow and watched her, licking my fingers clean. The aftershocks came and went as she opened her eyes and smiled at me, a sultry look in her eyes. I’d gotten close to a big one but hadn’t gone over the edge, and her smile told me she knew it. She moved then, kneeling between my legs and kissing my fur, opening me with her mouth. I felt her fingers go in again, probing, as she continued to lick and suck at my clit. I felt another finger (thumb?) pressing against my ass, and reached down to spread my cheeks. Whatever it was entered me and suddenly I started coming.
"Yesssss!" I screamed, reaching for her head. She pushed my hands away and held me so I couldn’t move, fucking me with her fingers and mouth at the same time. I came and came again, light wavy orgasms that followed one another quickly at first, ending with a huge one that made me shake uncontrollably. My clit felt hugely erect for perhaps 30 seconds, each touch bringing a jolt to my body. I heard her swallow several times and it slipped back, gone for the moment. She waited for about a minute before pulling her fingers out of me, giggling as my pussy squeezed them with the aftermath.
I finally sat up and said “Wow!”
She giggled and said “Me too!”
I beckoned to her and said “Come on, let’s go shower.”
There were many loving touches and caresses as we washed each other under the spray. She kissed each nipple in turn and presented hers for the same treatment. She reached around me to play with my ass, pressing her middle finger against the hole and asking “You like that a lot, don’t you?”
"Yes," I replied, holding her face to kiss her.
We dried and returned to the dying fire, our hair up in towels. I found my glass and drained it, then poured a refill and sat on the floor in front of the embers. She sat across from me, smiling widely and sipping from her glass.
"You know, I’ve never felt this way before with anyone," she said.
"Mmm?" I mumbled.
"Yes, peaceful, happy………. accepted would be a good word too," she said.
"Being with you is the nicest thing that’s happened to me in ages," I replied.
"God ‘Amy! You’re going to make me cry in a minute!" she exclaimed.
"Now I have to find out if you snore," I laughed.
She burst into peals of laughter, choking out the words “You know I don’t!”
I led her up to the loft, letting her choose the side of the bed she wanted. I got in and she moved beside me, throwing one leg over mine. Her warm softness was against my side and she said “Hold me until I fall asleep?” I murmured yes and did so, smoothing my hand gently across her hip until I heard her breathing change. I slept quickly after that.
Sunday morning I was up first and made a pot of coffee. I picked up the living room, holding her still damp panties to my nose and smelling her arousal of the night before. Taking the bra and panties up to the loft, I watched her sleep for a time. Curled on her side, her breathing was deep and even, her face calm. What agony she must have gone through at the hands of her brother, what abuse she had taken from people who saw her need and taken advantage, what inner strength she must have in spite of all that to keep going and try to make something of her life? A strong woman, a worthy woman, a good choice for me as a partner. It may not last forever, but I wanted to know her, please her, share what good things I had with her, to let her know she was indeed lovable and capable of loving back.
I jostled her shoulder and held out a cup of coffee, letting the smell reach her nose.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she mumbled as she stretched, her pretty pink nipples coming out from hiding. I bent to kiss one, making her squeal in surprise.
"Mornin’, sleepyhead," I said quietly.
"Morning," she said, sitting up. I got a brief smile and then she frowned "I’ve got to pee so bad!"
"You know where it is," I laughed, "I’ll be here when you get back."
She ran down the stairs, her feet thumping on the boards of the stairs. The trip back was slower and she crawled back into the warm bed, propping herself against the headboard.
"What are we going to do today?" she asked.
"Tan, swim, talk, whatever you want," I said.
"What I really want is for you to get back in this bed and hold me," she replied.
I put my cup on the nightstand and did exactly that, along with a few kisses around her neck and ears. Her skin was soft and dry, still warm from sleep, and the smell was uniquely hers. I thought that if I was blind I could have picked her out of a crowd. I can’t describe it exactly, but those of you who have experienced it will know what I mean.
We finished coffee and kisses and went down for a refill, ending up sitting on the porch. Enjoying the sun and nature, we sipped and held hands, one of those quiet times with someone you care for that makes you feel as if your heart will burst.
I went inside to get us a refill and she followed me, standing behind me and hugging me as I poured. She hefted my breasts in her hands, saying “Pretty.”
"Saggy and small," I replied.
"Part of you," she said as she kissed my neck.
I turned around and we shared a kiss, soft and tender.
"Do you have any baby oil?" she asked.
"I might, somewhere in the medicine cabinet," I replied.
She went to look and I drank my coffee, waiting. She returned with a small bottle and a grin, saying “This will do.”
Looking at me with a quirky smile, she said “I want to play with you, give you a back rub, maybe a foot massage, I need to touch you.”
"I’m all yours!" I smiled, "where do you want me?"
"On the floor in front of the fireplace is ok," she said.
I stretched out on my stomach and she began oiling me, her hands working the muscles in my neck and shoulders. She played with my butt making me giggle, and then kissed the dimples just above it, murmuring “Cute!” Her fingertips brushed my crotch as she did my legs, the faint touch against the hair making my clit tingle in anticipation. She did my feet and asked me to roll over and close my eyes.
I complied, feeling her hands on my face, gently massaging my cheeks and forehead. My nipples got very hard when she did my breasts, her touch comforting and arousing at the same time. I’m ticklish on my stomach and couldn’t help laughing as she stroked the oil around and around. The tops of my thighs were next, the deep muscle massage relaxing me. Knees and calves were done and she ended with my feet, pulling on the toes to crack the knuckles.
"Nice," I said.
"I’m not done yet," she laughed.
Relaxed and limp, almost sleepy, I let her move me into position. She was kneeling between my legs and pulled my hips toward her and up, resting my butt on the top of her thighs. She spread my knees and put my feet together between her breasts, cradling them in her hands. I became more aware as I felt something warm and wet surround the big toe of my left foot, then do the same to the right one, and the smacking of lips as she licked and sucked between the others, one at a time. I enjoyed it immensely, feeling myself leak. Then the fingertips at my labia, pulling and probing their way inside. One, then two, full strokes in and out as I got wetter. I felt some pressure and stretching as she added the third and fourth, going in a couple of inches. She never let up on my toes, sometimes sucking two together, sometimes one at a time. I never knew which one would be next.
I arched my back a little and she pressed her hand deeper and up, pushing on my G-spot. I felt the momentary urge to pee and she moved again, sliding her fingers slowly in and out of me, fucking me with her hand. She was using the other to hold my ankles, chewing and sucking my toes.
She went gradually deeper until I could feel her thumb against my clit, stroking it softly for a few seconds when she hit bottom. I heard the sounds her hand made as it slid in and out of my pussy, wet sucking sounds that brought me ever closer. I was right on the edge of a climax, needing to come badly. Teasing, she kept me on the edge for what seemed like hours. Deep slow strokes, wiggling her fingertips on my labia on the out stroke, then sliding in to bury her knuckles behind my clit. I arched my back some more and the roller coaster finally started its ride.
Every six or eight seconds her knuckles would bump my clit as they went in and I’d spasm again. My G-spot swelled as her fingers caressed it, increasing the feelings of pleasure all over my body. Time after time my vision would dim as I watched her pump her arm and grin, enjoying my climaxes with me.
I remember screaming at the top of my lungs as the biggest one hit, trying to catch my breath and gasping “Oh God Oh God” over and over, delirious in the pure ecstasy of being fucked. I had stomach cramps, tender nipples and my face was absolutely numb, along with my toes and knees.
I don’t remember passing out, but when I came to I was being cuddled and Kelly was urging me to drink something. I took a sip and choked, feeling her pat me on the back. I sat up and got dizzy, putting my hand out to steady myself.
"The French call it ‘Le petit mort, the little death’," she said smiling.
"Heaven has arrived", I muttered, getting a giggle from her.
Later that afternoon we walked to the pond and waded out to the raft, sunning ourselves. My body was tender and achy in spots, mostly between my legs. She oiled me gently, interspersed with soft kisses. I relaxed and dozed in the warmth of the sun, coming awake as she said “You know what?”
"What?", I asked.
"I can live with it," she replied.
"Live with what?" I replied curiously.
"A long time ago, Eleanor Roosevelt said that somehow we learn who we really are and then live with that decision," she said.
All of that happened long ago, when I thought that all we might have was a summer together. As afraid as we both were at the beginning and despite the arguments we’ve had over the years, the love we share is the most intimate and fulfilling I have ever known, neither of us missing a chance to say “I love you” or to give the other emotional support. Mom’s death devastated me in a way I never imagined, but with Kelly at my side I coped. She is far stronger than she thinks, and loved far more than I am capable of telling her.
I think she knows though, judging by the smiles she gives me when she thinks I’m not looking.
It was late as I ran for the train. My thoughts still on our time we spent together, our stolen weekend in your bush hut. As I ran for the train, warm droplets of sweat formed on my body, as I vividly recalled out hot weekend of sweet love.
I made the last train home just in time. Alighting the train, my eyes searched for an empty seat. I walked passed a few farmers probably back from an auction, some women with their laps full of parcels, and a couple of teenagers returning to Melbourne after visiting their families. I walked though to the next carriage, deserted except for a young man and an elderly gentleman. I slumped into the back seat, my overnight bag at my feet.
The heat intense, our Aussie summer in full swing, I removed the jacket I had been wearing to save carrying it. My jacket bringing back so many wonderful memories of this weekend, when you gently laid me down outside the hut, using it as a pillow for my head. Memories of how we made love over and over, sweet sex filling the air mixing with the perfume of the wild flowers.
Sitting on the train my eyes wandered outside, as I watched the Aussie bush rush past, the golden wattle shining majestically in the sun, the sounds of the kookaburra laughing at the clatter of the train over the old bush tracks. My hand reached for my jacket, and as hot as it was on the train, I brought it to face, the smell of you still lingering. Closing my eyes, I felt my body warmed as I recollected the memories of you this weekend.
In my day dream I saw us naked, laying outside on the blanket, the old gum tree willowing gently about our bodies, shading us from the sun. The clatter of the train now distant in my mind, I allowed my thoughts to slip back to the weekend. My body began to warm as I saw you come to me naked, your manhood excited. I recalled how you gently caressed me, your hands running over my body as your eyes consumed me. I could almost feel your lips on my breasts, kissing them exciting my nipples, as you gently took them between your teeth, and your other hand slowly ran over my legs, tenderly opening them. As I sat on the train my hips began to rock slowly, as I relived my excitement .
My legs had slipped open and my hand was gliding over them, my short skirt high on my legs. I suddenly opened my eyes, feeling somewhat embarrassed as Troy walked passed me on his way to the rest room of the train. He was standing there smiling, obviously enjoying the sight. Smiling back I said, Hi.” He Said his name was Troy. “Amy,” I said. I then quickly turned, covering myself with my jacket, my gaze quickly to the window watching the sparse land, the kangaroos jumping as if racing the train. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Troy walk past, taking up a seat just ahead of me on the opposite side of the carriage. He sat down casually and returned to his novel.
I studied him for a moment, as my eyes wandered over him. I noted the expressions on his face as he read, and found myself thinking when was the last time he had made passionate love to someone. Our eyes met momentarily and he smiled; checking myself for those crazy thoughts, I tried to get comfortable again placing my jacket behind my head for a pillow.
However, as I felt myself dozing off, the weekend came rushing back as fierce as before. I saw us again as your hand continued to open my legs gently. You were straddling me with your back to my face, as your fingers opened my swollen pussy lips. I could almost feel you as I envisaged your tongue coming down on me, exploring my swollen clit. I recalled how my body felt; hot, wanting and throbbing for more as your tongue slowly entered me, lapping at my hot juices, and as you delicately sucked my clit into your mouth.
I then recalled how I brought your throbbing cock to my face and began licking you and sucking you into my mouth as my body burned with desire. I could almost see my other hand gently cupping your warm balls feeling them fill, as my hips pushed closer to your mouth. The sound of our moans echoed clearly in my memory as we both hungrily explored each other in my dream.
The day still hot as the train rocked along on the old bush tracks, I found myself feeling incredibly hot as my thoughts ran wild. Oblivious to anyone, my hands went to my short top as I began to pull it up, my fingers to my breasts, rubbing them, rubbing my nipples between my fingers. Sliding down on the seat, I rocked sensually wishing you were here with me as I stretched out, my jacket again behind my head. Unable to control myself, I pulled my top up higher, my nipples standing erect as I continued to fondle rub them between my fingers.
I did not know that Troy sitting opposite had now put his novel down, his eyes taking me in lustfully. My body aching, again my legs parted as I drew my skirt up to my waist. My need for release increasing, my fingers drew aside my g-string and I began exploring my womanhood. My body began to sway sensually as my fingers found my swollen clit, rubbing gently as I allowed one leg to fall off the seat casually, pushing my foot hard on the floor for support against the rocking of the train.
Unaware, Troy was now kneeling next to me, watching as he rubbed his hardened cock over his pants, his novel thrown carelessly on the floor where he was sitting. The rocking of the train relentless, drawing us together. My eyes closed as I pulled my g-string away more, both hands to my warm place exploring myself as I moaned softly.
As I continued, feeling my need rise more, Troy had undone his pants, his hardness now fully erect as he continued to watch me. My mind far away to the weekend just gone I found my arms high above my head, and Troy gently pulling down my g-string. My back stiffened, my eyes tightly closed as Troy buried his face in my crotch, his hot tongue exploring me, pushing deeper into my pussy tasting my juices. Before I knew it, he was over me straddling me and my hands were around his cock, stroking, my other hand caressing his firm balls.
I moaned loudly as the tip of his cock touched my clit, rubbing in circles exciting me more as my fingers trailed over his manhood. My body stiffened as his hardened cock began to enter me slowly, and our bodies began to dance together in rhythm. Faster now, deeper he buried his himself into me as my hands gripped his shoulders tightly.
The train racing forward in unison with our rhythm, as he thrust wildly into my moist pussy. The wild flowers in the paddocks, a replica of the hot lust taking place on the quiet country train, as our bodies danced.
His hands went to my breasts pushing them together, as his hard cock continued to pound deeper into me. My body hot, aching for release as my orgasm approached, on the verge of erupting as I felt his cock pulsate. The moment electric as he gripped my shoulders hard, his orgasm powerful, as his hot juices entered me. Unable to hold back, the lust within me exploding as sweet waves of electric pleasure forced my body to quiver. I orgasmed hard and strong as he continued to thrust deeply into me.
The train whistle sounded, bringing me back to the present as our eyes meet, your lips on mine kissing me passionately. We slowly dressed, no words needed as our eyes remained fixed on each other.
Stepping from the train, you take my hand, squeezing it gently, your eyes thanking me for the passion, for the hot train ride.
Mrs. Joordaan was a statuesque woman solidly built, and in her late forties. She had mousey brown hair, worn in a bun, and those John Lennon glasses perched on the tip of her slender nose. Dull grey eyes peered over the top. There were no signs of makeup. She certainly didn’t dress provocatively, either.
But, there was something about her.
Those that knew me would never have guessed that I was really attracted to her. She was my Biology teacher at JFK High and I was her best student, even though Biology wasn’t my strongest subject. I preferred music and drama, but I just enjoyed the way she moved from chart to chart as she walked across the room. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
There was no way to hide her abundant breasts, or her spectacular ass, even though she tried by wearing tweed suits that buttoned down the front hiding her tiny waistline.
As the resident ‘bad boy’, I always sat in the front row of her class and rubbed the outline of my big cock resting on my left thigh. I didn’t just grope myself blatantly. I used my thumb discreetly. She saw it, and I know she saw it, but she never batted an eye.
Then one afternoon, while we were supposed to be testing, (I’d finished early since I tend to test well) I felt my cock swelling in my jeans. I generally don’t masturbate in public, and certainly not in a classroom environment, but found myself running four fingers of my right hand up and down the fabric of my jeans. All because she was subconsciously rubbing an eraser tip over her lips as she graded papers at her desk only a few feet away.
My desk was at the very end, and I had no one sitting next to me which enabled me to caress my cock undisturbed.
Mrs. Joordaan glanced up and panned the room with her soft grey eyes before locking with mine. We stared at one another for the longest time before she dropped her eyes to my groin. I detected a grin as the corners of her full lips rose just a bit. Then she turned her head from left to right, and locked eyes with me again. She had my full attention and she knew it.
She slowly reached for her top button and opened it , cautiously shifting her eyes left and right. I noticed the tip of her tongue circling her mouth. My cock twitched when she nibbled her bottom lip before sucking it in her mouth.
I couldn’t take it another minute. I pulled my zipper down slowly in case she frowned. No frown. Instead, her dull grey eyes seemed to come to life. I saw her pointed tits rising and falling. I knew that whatever was going on, was mutual.
I just let my cock out an inch or two, enough that she could see the wet tip and wide rim. I used my thumb to rub my pre-cum over the tip and around the rim.
Once again, her eyes darted left and right as she loosened another button then stared at my cock. It was all I could do to keep from panting and breath control was now an issue as I watched her chest move up and down slowly.
I glanced around the class and noticed everyone was staring hopelessly at their test papers which was a huge portion of our grade. Taking another look at her, I noticed her right hand had disappeared under her desk, and only a slight shoulder movement gave her away…but only to me.
No one would have suspected someone like her to be engaging in a mutual masturbation session with one of her students…or even masturbating at all. But, as I said, I had her number, and now she knew I had her number and it was on.
Suddenly, she cleared her throat and asked, “Mr. Winslow…would you come with me…to the office? I need some help carrying our new textbooks.”
I was a nano second from squirting, but quickly pushed my stiff cock in my jeans, zipped up and answered, “Yes ma’am. Lead the way.”
We stood simultaneously and headed for the door as she told the class that she’d be a few minutes and not to discuss the test in her absence.
I followed her down the hall, watching her ass with more sway than usual and the clicking of her short heels only heightened my arousal and enhanced the seduction.
We turned down the hall and three doors down was the janitor closet. She stopped, looked around, opened the door and grabbed my hand.
"Quickly. We haven’t much time!"
I slid her jacket from her shoulders as she un-buckled my belt and un-zipped my jeans. My fingers moved swiftly down her blouse popping the buttons open furiously. I slipped her white silk blouse off as she reached back and unsnapped her flesh colored bra.
My cock was stiff and dancing as she hiked up her skirt, and leaned back resting one hand on the big sink while dragging her panties down below her knees. I put my foot on them and pushed them over her ankles and she kicked them off.
Our mouths clamped on each other, our tongues met deep inside her warm mouth. They flicked around rapidly as I felt her guide my big cock to her anxious pussy. I arched my back and slammed my hips into hers as she whimpered, “Oh Lord…ohh..” then pumped her hips at mine.
I never realized that the simple act of breathing could be so noisy!
She leaned back , still resting one hand on the big fiberglass sink, and began bucking me fast and furious. Her tits bounced and begged to be sucked. My mouth latched onto her left tit first and I sucked almost all of it in my mouth. I used my tongue to flick her puffy nipple inside my mouth. When it became as stiff as my cock, I dragged my tongue across her cleavage and went right to work on tit number two. Aside from the heavy breathing, the only other sounds were the pops when my mouth slipped from her tit.
I heard her shoe hit the hardwood floor when she wrapped her leg around mine. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it over and over, still pumping hard and fast.
I knew she was on the edge. I sensed her wet pussy contracting, and her juices were already running down my balls. My cock grew fully engorged and we were within seconds of rapture!
I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream, “Uhhmmm” then replaced it with my mouth and kissed her through the entire orgasm. My cock spurted relentlessly deep inside her. I felt it oozing from her pussy mixed with hers.
We broke from the kiss panting at each other’s mouth.
"Well, Mr. Winslow…I do hope you got what you wanted. I know I certainly did!"
I grinned and replied, “Oh, I got exactly what I wanted. Happy to hear you did, too” then stepped away with my softening cock, reached down and pulled up my jeans as she adjusted her skirt and slipped her bra on. I helped with her blouse and jacket and kissed her softly.
"I don’t suppose we could do this again sometime soon?" I asked sheepishly.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and answered, “That would be wonderful, but not very wise. Let’s go.”
Mrs. Joordaan cracked the door and peeked up and down the hall. She stepped out and looked over her shoulder, “Come Gary. Quickly” then sashayed down the hall fussing with her hair.
I simply walked behind her smiling at my latest conquest in that same janitors closet. Yeah, bedding young hot teachers was nothing new to me. I was over 18, and most of my teachers were just a few years older.
But, Mrs. Joordaan was no spring chicken, and certainly wasn’t hot. She was actually pretty ordinary, but like a lot of ordinary women had that quiet sexual appetite boiling under the surface. She longed to be fucked, but not to the extent that she change her attitude and appearance. I rather enjoyed the ‘old maid’ persona that she carried with pride and dignity, even though I now knew she could be a slut if the right guy came along.
I was determined to be the right guy.
I joined her in the office and we each grabbed a pile of books, and shuffled back to class. No one had any idea that my cum was dripping in her flesh colored panties. Except us.
The bell rang and the class scooted their desks back and scurried out the door. I stayed behind. I walked over to the window and opened it, then lit a cigarette.
She was erasing the blackboard and turned quickly.
"Gary! You cannot smoke in here. Smoking in class is against the rules. Toss it out."
I grinned as smoke drifted from my mouth, “You of all people should no rules don’t mean much to me” then started towards her. I wasn’t through with Mrs. Joordaan.
She held the eraser to her chest and backed away as I approached. I dropped my cigarette in her bottle of Evian and stepped to her. I reached for the pin in her hair and pulled it slowly. Her long hair fell over her shoulders.
She said, “not here…it’s too risky” then shook her hair out and ran her fingers through her long mane. Not bad. I knew then that I could have her again.
"I like risks. You do, too…let’s do it. Let’s get crazy."
I lifted her chin with my forefinger and pressed my lips on hers. I felt the heat through her parted lips. My cock was swelling. I knew her pussy was trickling.
"We can’t." She whispered to my lips.
"We can." I whispered back.
I saw her tits rising and falling…heard her breath become ragged.
She was surrendering. A big step for the Mrs. Joordaan’s of the world. They like control. They need boundaries and discipline. They don’t see themselves as sexy. They can’t imagine being told they’re beautiful.
I walked to the door and locked it and pulled down the shade, then walked back to her and said, “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman…and I want you more than you can imagine. Do you have lipstick?” I pictured her full lips coated in red lipstick. My cock pictured it as well and twitched in agreement.
She sighed, “What?” then licked her plump lips.
"Lipstick, lip gloss…anything?"
"No, I don’t use make up. What does it matter?"
"I’ll show you. Come with me."
I knew that Kate Shepard wore tons of makeup and kept it in her desk. I stepped away and walked to the desk. She followed me.
"Have a seat…please."
Mrs. Joordaan sat and crossed her legs while I lifted the desktop.
Lipstick, eye shadow, eye liners, mascara, even some of those crazy flavored lip gloss were all lined up neatly.
Mrs. Joordaan leaned over and peered inside, “Goodness!” then sat back in the chair.
I sensed her anxiety and grinned, “Relax Mrs. Joordaan. I got this.”
Her eyes dropped as she grinned shyly. “No. Yolanda. Yolanda is my first name.”
"Oh. Gotcha Yolanda. Now, close your eyes and keep them closed. Trust me."
She closed her eyes and nibbled her bottom lip. I knew trust was a big issue for her and this again was another big step.
I knew what I was doing. I had watched both my mom and sister put their makeup on hundreds of times. I figured that I could do it. I knew whatever I did would be an improvement. She had great bones. Good features to work with.
I found the soft blue eye shadow and dabbed it on the brush. Then patted it on her eyelids, and used my thumb to even out the edges. It looked nice. Next, I used the thin eyeliner applicator around the eyelid which made the eye shadow pop. A quick note here: This call for steady hands.
She had nice eyelashes, but mascara would make them look longer and fuller.
"Yolanda. Open your eyes darlin, and look up."
Her eyes blinked a couple of times from the added weight.
"They feel heavy. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?"
"Yes, I know what I’m doing. Now look up."
She rolled her grey eyes up and I dipped the applicator in and out a few times. Not quite sure what that did, but mom and Winslowie always did it, so it must be right. I flicked the brush from her lid outward a few times. After doing both eyes, she looked very hot.
Yolanda asked, “Done?” then reached for the small mirror.
"Almost. Your lips are next."
I chose passion red.
"Open your mouth darlin."
Yolanda opened her mouth and I ran the tip over the bottom first. It went on smoothly and looked nice and creamy. I then rolled it over her top lip and took care to get the peak just right.
"Now, smack your lips a time or two." I stared at her mouth as she pressed her lips together and smacked.
I handed her the small mirror, “There. Meet the new Yolanda Joordaan!”
Her hand raised the mirror slowly, then paused. I knew then that she saw what I saw. A vibrant, sexy woman that now looked ten years younger.
"That’s me?" She studied herself carefully.
"Yeah darlin…that’s you!"
She stared and batted her eyes. Her tongue circled her lips.
I nodded, “Yes, you are.”
She turned her head to me smiling, “I’m speechless.”
"Good. Right now, talking isn’t necessary."
I was more than anxious to taste her lips. She must have felt the same way since she leaned to me and pressed her red lips on mine. Her lips parted slightly and I wasted no time in sliding my tongue in her mouth. She moaned as I lifted her and carried her back to her big oak desk. I had pictured fucking her on that desk and was determined to do just that. I sat her down gently.
We kissed as we undressed. My cock was stiff and dancing. I wanted to fuck her red mouth.
I asked, “Yolanda, have you ever had a cock in your mouth?” My guess was she hadn’t.
She had both hands on my chest rubbing it gently.
"Uh…well, no. How does it taste?"
Hmm. How would I know?
"I have no idea. But, I’m certain you’ll know soon enough."
I pulled her open lips to the head of my stiff prick and rubbed it across her mouth.
"Mmmm. I like that. What’s next?"
"Open your mouth and hold still."
I pushed my cock through her now very wet lips and she closed them tight around it.
"Good. Now suck." I held the top of her head and began pumping slowly. She caught on quickly and began sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed. She took my thick cock in one hand and jerked it in and out while she slurped. She sucked and slurped hard. I sensed she was having a moment as her eyelashes fluttered.
"My God…this is….so deliciously decadent." She said as she rubbed my dripping cock over her mouth.
I stood in front of her as she bent to my cock and sucked it hard. Her grip was tight and I knew it was her way of controlling the action. I was good with that for a few minutes, but soon pulled my cock out and shoved her down on the desk. She was on her back with her head at the edge of the desk, her long hair now hanging straight, almost touching the floor. I stepped to her and shoved my cock back in her mouth. She reached up and held my hips as I fucked her mouth while she was upside down. My fingers took her pussy. Circling her swollen clit, and fingering inside her, Yolanda climaxed quickly.
"Ugghh." She gagged as my cock hit the back of her mouth. My cock spurted and surprised her. She had no choice but to swallow as my second burst filled her mouth with my warm cream. I loved the way she reached for my cock and drank from it while fingering around my asshole with her other hand. Since she was my biology teacher, she knew just how to reach my throbbing prostate.
"Ahhhhhh!" I grunted as she rammed her finger in and out of my ass while still sucking my squirting cock. When she drove it in all the way to her knuckle, my legs tingled before buckling.
"Mmmmm." She moaned as she swallowed and gulped. It was all I could do to remain on my feet, so I pulled my cock out as she dragged her finger from my ass. I stepped around the desk to fulfill my fantasy.
Yolanda smiled as she spread her legs wide. I lay between them and sucked her dripping cunt before moving slowly to her big tits. She was swept away with passion. She moaned and groaned and bucked hard on my mouth. I slid up to her tits and licked them. Her nipples were no longer soft and puffy. Now, they were long and firm. I teased them with my tongue. I nipped them between my teeth.
"Gary…please baby..fuck me." I knew she wanted me inside her bad. I slipped up as she reached down and spread her pussy lips. I shoved it in with one quick hip thrust and she cried out, "Ohh fuck! This is bad. I’m such a slut!"
Inspired by her sudden use of profanity, I began pounding my cock in and out feverishly.
"Yeah baby. You’re a slut. My slut." I was fucking her so hard the desk danced around the hardwood floor.
"Yes baby. I’ll be your slut, your whore…your hot cock drives me insane!"
She hooked her arms and legs around me tightly. I arched my back and slammed my cock in and out over and over. I glanced at the new Yolanda Joordaan with her piercing grey eyes, blue eye shadow, and creamy red mouth. Damn, she was so fucking hot and sexy now!
Yolanda seemed to go somewhere else. It was like she was lost in a haze of steamy sex. She panted as she had one orgasm after another. I shot ropes of thick cream deep inside her. We both were draining ourselves for each other. It was wild, passionate and for her, liberating.
Her cunt milked my cock. She sobbed as her legs quivered. My cock convulsed, sending the last few squirts of my cum inside her.
She relaxed her legs and I felt her knees drop on the desk. She unhooked her arms from my neck as she kissed me over and over.
I looked her in the eyes as she said, “I never imagined I was capable of anything like this.”
"Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet. We’re just getting started." I reached down for my cigarettes, shook one out and lit it. I was young but still needed a moment to recharge my cock.
I stood as Yolanda sat up Indian style. She took the cigarette from my lips and dragged on it a few times. Smoke poured from her nostrils and red lips as she answered, “You don’t say. Hmm. So, what’s next baby?”
I grinned. Who knew she smoked? Who knew she could suck cock? It’s always the quiet ones.
I teased her red smoky lips with my tongue and answered, “Your ass.”
Yolanda dragged slowly and seductively, “Hmm. Can’t wait!” then kissed me with smoke seeping from her lips.
My instincts were right. There was a slut in room 207. Now, she’s my slut.
Kelly and I had been friends since we were toddlers. Our moms were best friends and loved each other like sisters. They did everything together, and I mean everything. They were bridesmaids in one another’s weddings. Heck, they even had Kelly and I the same month.
Naturally, we were neighbors, and played together all the time. Weekends were the most fun because we had sleep overs, and alternated weekends. Our families went camping together, took vacations together, and even went to the same church. Yep, Kelly and I were as inseparable as our moms.
I loved her like a sister, but it wasn’t easy loving Kelly Anderson.
Kelly was that girl. You know, that cute little blonde haired, blue eyed, perky toddler that stole everyone’s heart at first sight. Me? Not so much. I was the skinny little thing with mousey brown hair, doe eyes, and sucked my thumb until I was six.
We were different, and not just in the looks department. She was bubbly and reckless. I was sullen and cautious.
In high school we discovered boys. I should say, boys discovered Kelly, and that was my wake up call. They didn’t discover me. I felt like cellophane. Invisible most of the time.
“Jenny? Why are you crying dear?” Kelly asked as she bundled me in her arms on the back steps of her house.
I knew why I was crying, yet couldn’t possibly tell her.
She lifted my quivering chin with her forefinger and pressed her forehead to mine.
“Yes, you do. Now, tell me.”
How? How could I tell my best friend that I wanted to be like her? That girl. The one that made the hot guys drool and follow her around like puppies. The one with curves in all the right places, and the most kissable lips I’d ever seen.
I had no curves, no packs of puppies, and certainly no kissable lips.What I did have was freckles over my nose, and braces.
“I…I’m not…not pretty.”
Kelly pushed my hair behind my ears with her red nails and answered, “Nonsense. You have nice hair, a cute little nose, and warm eyes. You just need to learn how to make the best of what you have, Jenn.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant. “How do I do that, Kell?”
"Come on. I’ll show you."
I thought we were going back inside, but she grabbed my hand and dragged me to her car.
"Where are we going?"
Kelly grinned, “The mall. I have daddy’s credit card!”
I opened the door and slid in as Kelly lit a cigarette.
"What are you doing? You don’t smoke."
I don’t know why I was surprised. Kelly was that girl. The wild one. The one that had tits a full year before mine showed any bulge at all. The one that wore lipstick and eye shadow while I was still playing with dolls. After thinking about it, it made perfect sense that she would be the first one to smoke.
Smoke streamed from her red lips, “Yes, I do. All the hot chicks smoke and guys love it. Try it. Just don’t suck too hard the first time. It will make you cough.”
I took it from her fingers, and held it between my thumb and forefinger. It felt awkward. I didn’t like the smell, but I knew that I had to at least give it a shot. I put it between my lips and took a puff.
"Oh, that’s awful. How can you possibly like this?"
Kelly dropped the car in gear, “It’s awful if you don’t inhale. Do it right!”
I took a drag and coughed. I took another, and that time, didn’t cough. By the time we reached the Atlanta mall, I was a smoker.
"Wow, Kelly. You’re right. This is wonderful, and I do kinda feel sexy!"
She parked the car and grinned, “Cool. Told ya. Your life’s about to change Jenny!”
We got out and walked inside the mall, hand in hand which wasn’t unusual. We’d been holding hands for years. But, this time felt different. I didn’t know if it felt different to her, but I felt my pussy twitching and my nipples aching.
What’s happening to me?
Kelly must have picked up on my dilemma, “You okay hon?”
We usually held hands with our fingers interlocked, and did then as well. The difference was I had subconsciously moved my thumb to the palm of her hand and rubbed it. I felt so strange.
We stopped in front of, ‘Glamour Shots’, one of those places that do make overs, then photograph the results. I knew they had the ability to make even the homely girls look like center folds.
"I said are you okay? You’re acting weird."
She dragged on her cigarette, stuck it in the sand by the planter, and exhaled through her nostrils. I was speechless and stood there like an idiot, still clinging to her hand. There was definitely something about her at that moment that felt different. I knew the guys thought she was hot, but it never occurred to me that I would be attracted her in that way. My wet pussy told me otherwise. I knew I had to answer.
"Gosh, Kelly. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just nervous."
My best friend grinned, “I told ya sweetie. Your life’s about to change. Now, come on.” She then dragged me in the store. The walls were plastered with before and after photos, and they were amazing.
Naturally, the perky sales girl stepped to me…not Kelly, only adding to my growing discomfort.
"Hmm, yes. Nice hair, good cheekbones, lips need some help, and we need to get rid of that uni-brow."
I glanced at Kelly with her raised eyebrows, “Told ya about those bushy eyebrows” then turned to the girl and winked, “Get rid of them, those crazy bangs, do something cool with her hair, and give the girl some lips. Here’s my card.”
It’s hard to say exactly what I felt. It did sting that my best friend found me unattractive, and that sales girl was kinda snotty, but she was stunning. If she could make me look like her, I could get over it. My hand slipped from Kelly’s, “Ok, then. Be back later. Smile sugar” then she walked out the door.
The girl turned to me and took my hand, “My names Brenda. What’s yours hon?” and led me to the the shampoo chair.
"Jenny. My names Jenny."
She turned me by my shoulders and sat me down gently. “Okay, Jenny. Let’s get started. First, I’m going to shampoo your hair, then put some highlights in, and cut it…just a bit.”
Then she winked, “Okay hon?”
That was the second time she’d called me hon, and this time my pussy twitched. I had no idea what was happening to me. First, the smoking had me excited. It felt so sexy and kinda dirty. Then the way I held Kelly’s hand had me feeling very weird. Now, this hot chicks winked and called me ‘hon’ and my pussy is beginning to drip.
I leaned back and laid my neck on the towel on the shampoo sink, closed my eyes and began imagining all sorts of things. Was I gay? When did that happen? I’d always liked boys, but I had never done anything with them. Not that any wanted to do anything with me, but it might have been fun to play hard to get. Factually, I wasn’t hard to get. I was a cinch. I began playing with myself my junior year and only imagined what a boys dick would feel like instead of my own tiny fingers stuffed in my young cunt.
Brenda’s fingers felt wonderful in my hair. I loved the way she rubbed around my ears and temples with her thumbs. Gosh, I was soaked. I just knew the chair would be soiled when got up. The moment of truth arrived as she finished the rinse and patted my shoulder.
"Okay, baby. Let’s get that haircut."
I scooted from the chair and glanced over my shoulder, trying not to be obvious. I grinned when I noticed the chair didn’t look slick.
Oh God. She called me baby.
Brenda held my elbow and led me to the cutting chair. My wet panties rubbed me when I walked and that sensation only made my pussy trickle more.
I tried to ignore her scent as she cut my hair and stepped around me. My hands were in my lap, and thankfully covered by her big drop cloth. I slipped my right hand down the front of my shorts and rested it in the fine brown hairs covering my puffy mound. I knew my breathing was changing and I fought hard to keep from gasping. It didn’t help that Brenda had her face just a warm breath away from mine when she did my bangs. I couldn’t help but stare at her lips. They were perfect. Full, pouty, and so glossy I thought I saw ripples when she spoke. Gosh, I wanted to kiss her and taste her mouth.
I gasped when I slipped my middle finger in my wet pussy.
Brenda stood and said, “Hmm? Something wrong doll?”
Doll? Oh dear God. I want to be her doll. Don’t let me screw up.
With my finger buried and swirling deep in my pussy, I answered, “Uh, no. Everything’s fine. I just coughed. Sorry” then grinned when I felt she believed me.
She was very professional with her vent brush and blow dryer and when she spun the chair around, I couldn’t believe it was me. My hair wasn’t mousey and didn’t hang flat and limp. It was bouncy and had body. The gold highlights were very cool, and made me look a bit older, which I liked a lot.
"You’re amazing. I had no idea my hair could look like this."
She smiled, “Thanks, sweetie. Let’s get you to the back room and do something with your make up.”
Hon, baby, doll, and now, sweetie? Be still my heart!
Brenda placed me on a stool that had rungs. I rested my feet on them and Brenda began matching various shades of makeup to my face. My complexion was free of blemishes and zits, but was pretty bland. She finally settled on one, and began rubbing it in with her delicate fingertips. Even that had my pussy excited. Next she patted my face with a moisturizer pad, and grabbed a small mirror and handed it to my shaky hand. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Hmm. No freckles over the bridge of my nose. With the uni-brow replaced by sculpted eyebrows, and the fresh hair cut, I felt amazing.
"I…I don’t know what to say."
Brenda used her fingertips to brush my hair behind my ear, “Don’t say anything, yet. We still need to do some work around your eyes, and your friend definitely wants me to so something with your lips.”
Yes. You can kiss them. Nibble on them. Slip your warm tongue in my mouth.
"Gee, I can’t wait."
I couldn’t believe how hot I was. She dabbed a smoky eye shadow on my eyelids, then outlined them delicately. The tip of her tongue poked out between those crimson lips just inches from mine as she did her handiwork. I was sure she could hear my heart pounding, or at least see it under my tank top.
Why didn’t I wear my bra? Geez.
I was numb by the time she got to my lips. Dizzy with excitement, intoxicated by the attention this stunning Brenda was giving me. I squirted lightly in my panties when she applied the orange lipstick. The way she carefully outlined my mouth with a slightly deeper shade of orange had my clit throbbing. I was so ready for something to happen. And it did.
Brenda passed her crimson lips over mine, but never touched. I felt her warm breath on my upper lip as we gazed in each other’s eyes. I felt the backs of her fingernails caressing my cheeks. I prayed I wouldn’t pass out. Then it happened.
She stood and said, “Mind if I close that curtain and lock the door?”
Oh my God. She wants to be alone with me?
I swallowed hard, “Uh, no. That would be great!”
The next thing I remember, she was sitting on my thigh rubbing my chest. Oddly enough, I hooked my thumbs in my tank top and lowered it under my small tits. My tits had never been touched by anyone but me, except for Bucky Nolan in the sixth grade and that was an accident, and completely my fault. I simply turned around as he reached for the padlock on his locker and his hand landed right on my left tit. I kinda liked it. Buddy didn’t.
But, this was no Buddy Nolan that had my tits cupped in her soft hands, the tip of her warm tongue dancing around my nipples. This was a beautiful young woman, probably a college student, and just a few years older than me.
She moved from nipple to nipple, her tongue flicking like a rattlesnake, teasing them until they rose tall and hard. Then her tongue dragged up my neck, over my chin, and slipped into my anxious mouth.
My first real kiss and it was from a girl!
I was in Heaven as our tongues swept inside each other’s mouths. Probing, tasting, teasing and rolling until we were breathless. Brenda broke from the kiss.
"Fuck! I want you so fucking bad!"
Oh dear. Oh my. What do I do? I know nothing! .
"I…I want you, too. But, I…I don’t…"
She put her index finger over my lips, “Shhh. I know, baby. Trust me?”
I mumbled, “Oh, yes.”
"Lean back, hon. Arch your back a little and rest your elbows on the counter."
"Okay. I can do that."
I leaned back and did as she said. Then she dragged my shorts and panties off and dropped them on the floor. Instinctively, I raised my legs as she reached behind my knees and laid them gently over her narrow shoulders.
I closed my eyes and felt her reach under my thighs and rest both hands on my pubic mound. The fine hairs tingled as she caressed them. My heart was pounding, my breathing slowed in anticipation. It was so quiet.
"You have the cutest little pussy, and it smells divine!"
Her soft voice and words made me dizzy. No one had ever seen my pussy and certainly never smelled it, but somehow it was perfectly fine for this complete stranger to be indulging on me at that moment. I thought I was going to faint when I felt her tongue drag up my warm slit.
"Oh my God!"
My own tiny voice rang in my ears, and not knowing what to do, I reached for her shoulders and squeezed them gently. That must have encouraged her. I felt her thumbs pulling my pussy lips back tight. I knew my cunt was trickling. I felt it dripping in my ass. I had to open my eyes. I needed to see her between my legs.
Oh, wow! She was gorgeous. Suddenly, I felt her tongue dipping in and out of my hot hole. My legs quivered. I gasped and grabbed the back of her head, curled her soft blonde hair between my fingers, then pulled her face tight to me.
"Don’t…don’t stop" then shuddered when she sucked my swollen clit between her lips.
My body was hers, and she knew it. Her tongue ravaged my pussy. She was relentless. A wave of pleasure wrapped around my lower back and up my legs. Tingling I’d never felt slammed into my pussy and my juices rushed out and flooded her mouth. I held her open mouth tight to my squirting cunt and bucked hard. I had no control over my legs. My eyes watered. My mouth was dryer than the Sahara, I guess from all the gasping.
So this is an orgasm? Gosh, no wonder everyone’s so crazy about sex.
Brenda then slid up and kissed me hard. Her crimson lips were now coated with my own cum. I had tasted my pussy juices before, but never from a deep orgasm. It tasted much different, and mixed with her cherry lip gloss, was simply insane. We kissed for a few minutes, then she said, “You need to freshen up. Kelly will be here, soon.”
Kelly? How did she know Kelly’s name? She never mentioned it.
But, I didn’t want to spoil the moment with silly questions.
I tugged my tank top up, as Brenda slipped my shorts and panties over my feet. I reached down and tugged them up as I kissed her wet lips.
"Thank you, Brenda. For…well, everything."
She patted my cheeks, “Don’t be a stranger love.”
I felt like a new person when I shoved the glass door open and stepped out into the mall. Kelly wasn’t there, and I desperately wanted a cigarette. Luckily, there was a tobacconist store across the way, so I walked over confidently and bought a pack of cigarettes. I sat cross legged on the concrete bench outside and lit up. I love the way the smoke felt around my lips.
I opened my handbag and tossed my cigarettes in and took out my little compact. I needed to see the new me. I held it out and turned my head in all directions with my cigarette dangling from my orange lips. Gee, I was stunning and felt sexy.
For the first time in my life, guys walked by and stared. I smiled and winked.
Hey…why not? This was the new me and I liked her.
I saw Kelly walking towards me and I couldn’t keep from running to her.
She smiled, “Well, look at you girl. You’re fucking hot!”
I held the back of her head with my cigarette hand and kissed my best friend hard. I saw her close her eyes and felt her wrap me in her arms. It was the greatest day of my life. We broke from the kiss and Kelly said, “Told ya. Your life was about to change” then we walked out hand in hand. This time though, it was her thumb rubbing the palm of my hand.
That was seven years ago. Kelly and I are still together, although we are both married with children. Yep, and like our moms, we live next door to each other and our little girls play together.
I often wonder if they will end up like Kelly and I. God, I hope so.
Seduction and training
Ever since I was thirteen my parents have been divorced.
A few months after my sixteenth birthday, I decided that I wanted to spend the summer with my father. He was of course overjoyed with the idea, but not just because he missed me. The fact is my dad has wanted me more than anyone or anything in his entire life and to be honest I couldn’t blame him. I was developing into a breath-taking young Goddess. Despite being only a sophomore in high school I was already 5’8, and 132lbs, with long super sexy blonde hair, a flawlessly beautiful face and a body that the word “magnificent” can only begin to describe. My measurements are an ultra sexy 40- 22-36 and I just love to fuck. In fact I like to fuck hard, long, and without mercy.
Looking the way I do I have found that men, some ten and twenty years older than me, will do whatever I want and I immediately took advantage of that. For over a year I often fantasized of having a slave, many slaves in fact. Gorgeous, well hung studs with bulging muscles all of whom would be totally obedient to me. I took my first when I was fifteen; he was a sexy life guard who was in his mid twenties. I quickly turned him into my boy toy and had him begging for my pussy. I have learned a lot since then.
I knew that my father wanted me, I could see it in his eyes; I giggled knowing my grandfather also had secret thoughts and that really turned me on. Both men are just drop dead gorgeous. My dad is only thirty-three since he was only seventeen when I was born and my grandfather is just fifty- three.
I had waited a long time for this, but I was not going to wait any longer. It was time to introduce my father to my wicked world of female domination. I have never been shy and love nothing more than exposing my luscious young body.
When I pulled up in the driveway of my father’s large house, I parked my blood red BMW (a gift from one of my slaves) and quickly grabbed my bags, I walked the garden path round the back of the house, then entered through the large patio doors calling out, “Daddy? I’m here”; as I took my bags up to my room.
As I turned to leave I bumped into my father, giggled, and hugged him my arms around his neck. And as normal he straightened up lifting me off of my feet holding me close, I smiled wickedly as I kissed his cheek very close to his mouth and as I did I felt one of his hands for just a brief moment touch my tight, perfect ass.
I could feel his excitement as he held me tight to his hard body, he flushed and quickly put me down but not before I had felt his cock hardening as I had pressed my hips against his.
"If only you knew what I had planned for you today daddy." I said to myself.
I looked deeply into his eyes, seeing his guilt, but felt deliciously sexy knowing full well that here was a grown man, my father no less, who would give anything to be my fuck toy, not knowing I was planning and plotting for the very thing he desired the most.
We caught up for the next few minutes and then I told him I wanted to get some sun since it was a brilliant summer day, he smiled, and went off to get us something cold to drink.
Leaving the bedroom door open I undressed and very slowly unpacked everything and put it away. At one point I heard the small creek of a floorboard, but made sure not to look at the doorway knowing full well he was watching me.
I loved the sensation, it felt delicious, my pussy was dripping, and I made sure he got a good view of everything as I bent forward with my legs straight pretending to search for something. I heard quick footsteps, and the bathroom door shut, I giggled softly, knowing that he was about to cum all over himself all because of me.
I slipped into a tiny thread like white thong and a pair of matching six inch stiletto heels and went downstairs to the pool; by the time my father arrived I was laying full length, on a lounge chair on my stomach. I giggled as my father stopped his mouth open; finally he asked “are you naked?” almost in a whisper.
I laughed my eyes watching his as I turned over saying “not exactly,” I answered innocently. then opened my legs, running a finger under the thong that was barely covering my clean shaven pussy, “see?”
His eyes flickered from my huge bare breasts to the tiny material not quite covering my sizzling slit; he cleared his throat several times, and finally said, “OH, you aren’t naked.” He cleared his throat again then said “not much of it is there?”
I smiled and stood up very slowly turned around and said, “should I change daddy? Don’t you like it?” as I bent down to adjust my heels. That’s when I heard him gasp.
Finally he said “no, it’s … it’s just very … tiny”
I laughed, spun around and jumped up slightly wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek and part of his lips, as he automatically caught me. My super firm breasts crushed against his now bare chest when I said “I bought it just for you daddy.”
I clung to him for a while, I felt his huge cock hardening, he was losing his ability to resist me, I kissed his lips, and I pressed my pussy against his growing manhood enjoying the sensation of his massive hard cock touching me. He started to breathe heavily, so I parted my lips and slid my tongue inside his mouth. I then opened my legs wrapping them around his waist and locked my ankles.
He pulled his mouth away a fraction and said “my god Tiffany, we shouldn’t being doing this, it’s wrong.”
I put my hand behind his head licked his lips and whispered against his mouth “yes daddy, deliciously wrong.”
I wiggled as I felt his hands on my tight ass, his mouth open under mine, his tongue hesitantly entered my mouth, I eagerly and greedily sucked it into mine, and giggled softly as I heard him grown deeply into my mouth.
He gasped and said, “please don’t do this.”
"It’s too late daddy," I purred, right before thrusting my tongue half way down his throat. When our kiss ended I said, "I have already made my decision to add you to my stable of gorgeous studs." Although I wasn’t really sure that he heard a word that I said.
He moaned and reached behind his back to grab my ankles and try to unlock them. I wouldn’t let him no matter how hard he tried. Those bulging muscles were just no use since I was so much stronger than my 6’10, 295lb father could ever hope to be from all my bodybuilding training.
I began to grind my dripping pussy harder on his throbbing erection, as I kissed him again, like I was sure he had never been kissed before. It was a losing battle for my poor father and it soon became obvious that he was helpless against me. I could feel his hands on my lushly curved hips and two of his fingers exploring the crack of my luscious ass before moving to my seething young cunt.
That’s when I decided to give him an example of why so many men can’t live without me. Holding onto the back of his head with just my right hand I leaned down with my left and swiftly ripped off his shorts to expose his huge, thirteen inch cock. God the man was hung I thought to myself as I began to rub the swollen lips of my vagina along the length of his magnificent manhood. He was beginning to tremble noticeably since I was no doubt driving him out of his mind.
Slowly I began to gradually unlock my ankles allowing me to push myself away from his hips letting his cock slide slowly between my gorgeous legs until the massive, purplish head of his straining erection was positioned right at the opening to my sizzling slit.
He gasped yet again, surprised by my sudden aggressiveness. I glanced at his face and noticed that his eyes were closed. He had surrendered; my father was now totally under my control, mine to do with as I pleased. I emphasized that fact when a split second later I thrust every rock solid inch of his huge cock easily into my vice like vagina, causing him to scream out loud.
Still holding onto the back of his head I actually began to ride him almost like a cowboy rides a bucking bronco. He felt so fucking good inside me. His cock was just massive, thick, extremely hard, just the way I like my men. I quickly established a brutal rhythm fucking my father with a ferocity I was certain he had never experienced before in his life.
The look on his face was one of pure lust. His first two orgasms came quickly as he exploded violently inside me filling me both times with a torrent of his thick, hot cum. Remarkably he stayed extremely hard, causing me to smile with satisfaction. That was yet another attribute I looked for in a man, stamina. I expected all of my well hung slaves to cum at least four times during a session and if they couldn’t I would either teach them how or banish them from my sight. It was obvious that my father wasn’t going to need any lessons from his stunning little girl on how to cum.
Deciding to slow things down for the poor man I slipped my right hand back around his neck and looked him right in the eyes. Leaning forward I pressed my huge breasts and steel hard nipples tightly into his bulgingly muscular chest, causing him to flinch in mild pain as I engulfed his mouth in mine.
"This is so fucking hot isn’t daddy," I cooed softly into his mouth. "So deliciously exciting?"
"You are just incredible," he gasped deeply in response. "My god your pussy is so tight, so hot, I have fantasized about this moment for so long," he admitted. "I have wanted you so bad Tiff."
"I know daddy," I giggled. Then shortly thereafter he came for the third time and I had to admit I was impressed. The feeling of his hot seed coating the walls of my vagina was fabulous.
After I had totally drained him yet again he looked at me in wonder and said “you are totally amazing, magnificent, and irresistible.”
I kissed him again in response, while squeezing his still granite hard cock with my pussy. “Can you cum again for me daddy,” I asked once our lips parted.
"I don’t know," he sighed. "I have never cum this many times in succession."
"You will from now on sweetheart. Because now you belong to me, body and soul, and I always make sure that my men fully satisfy me."
"Your men," he said somewhat surprised. "What do you mean, your men?"
I laughed, realizing that he hadn’t heard a word I said before; when I told him that I had decided to add him to my stable. So for the next few minutes, as I continued to slowly fuck him I explained to my father that I was a Dominatrix and that I currently owned over twenty massively muscled, and extremely well hung men, and that I was their Mistress.
The look on his face was priceless. At first he appeared shocked, then proud of the fact that his ultra sexy sixteen year old daughter was a Dominatrix. Then he began to get nervous, and I could tell that he was afraid of me. God it made me melt
"Ever since I was fifteen I have wanted to own slaves. The very idea of having a man like you daddy, with all of these muscles, and such a magnificent cock, as my own personal fuck toy turns me on sooooooooooo fucking much. I just love walking into a room and having men who are so powerful, so strong, drop to their knees before me. To walk around them with my heels clicking on the floor as they look down terrified of what I might do to them, drives me fucking wild. Knowing that any moment I could grab one or even two of them by the hair, brutally drill their massive cocks into my scalding young cunt and fuck them to death. I just love being me daddy, I love being a Supergirl. "
As you might imagine after hearing my explanation my father was stunned. “But how is that you can control these men of yours,” he asked, his breathing ragged.
I giggled, “Do you mean despite being the most devastatingly sexy female you have ever seen?”
"What if one of them tries to rebel, how would you stop him," he asked.
I smiled wickedly as I slid every rock solid inch of my father’s cock into my insatiable young cunt and held it there. “Why don’t I show you,” I cooed, and then a split second later I triggered his fourth orgasm, forcing him to cum so hard he actually dropped to his knees. As he did I casually stepped back, reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to look up at me. “Watch daddy,” I told him.
Letting go of him I turned, giving him a perfect view of my spectacular ass and walked super erotically toward the weight benches he had set up next to the pool. I smiled as I approached them counting the plates, impressed with the amount of weight my father was working out with. Even though it was no where near the amount I was capable of lifting.
"Eight and hundred and fifty pound," I purred, while walking around the largest barbell there. "Are you actually lifting this daddy?" I asked.
Yes,” he gasped. “I just started using it last week.”
"How many reps can you do with it?"
"I did four last night."
"Very good sweetheart," I said sarcastically as I began to run the fingers of my right hand along the gleaming steel of the bar. "Do you bench press it, or curl it?" I asked.
He chuckled at my question. “I bench it, no one could possibly curl that thing,” he replied.
"Are you sure daddy?" I asked innocently, as I stood behind the huge weight and wrapped my fingers around the barbell. A split second later as my father watched in awe I pulled the weight off of its stand and began to effortlessly curl it toward my huge breasts.
"My God Tiff you’re lifting that thing like it almost weighs nothing," he moaned, quite obviously stunned by what he was seeing.
"That’s because I’m used to working out with much more weight than this," I giggled.
"How much more?" my father asked.
"Why don’t you try and guess the amount of weight I worked out with last night," I told him.
"A thousand," he replied eagerly.
"More," I smiled wickedly.
"My god," he groaned. "Fourteen hundred."
"You’re getting closer," I purred, as I completed my twentieth rep.
"Sixteen hundred," he said almost breathless.
"Exactly," I cooed. "While you were benching eight hundred and fifty pounds last night daddy. I was curling sixteen hundred pounds, are you impressed?"
"You’re incredible," he whispered.
"Yes daddy I am," I replied. "Now watch this." A split second later as my father stared at me in absolute awe I pulled the barbell close to my chest and began to actually bend it in half. I just love showing off like this, showing bulgingly muscular supermen that no matter how massive their muscles might be I was much stronger then they were. Almost effortlessly I continued to bend the huge weight until both sets of plates were touching each other. Looking down at my dad, who was beginning to tremble in a combination of fear and lust I growled softly and tossed the mangled barbell aside.
"From this moment on daddy," I purred as I started to walk toward him. "You will do absolutely everything I say. I will be in complete control of every aspect of your life and your entire purpose for living will be to do as I say, do you understand me?"
He looked at me then lowered his eyes and simply said “yes, Mistress “
I smiled back at him as I reached down and firmly grabbed a handful of his hair. “Now be a good boy sweetheart and lick your Mistress clean, suck your cum from my cunt babe.” Then I pulled his head between my ultra shapely legs.
I shivered with excitement at his tongue started to lick me, I could feel his cum still trickling downwards inside my pussy, I caressed his hair while smiling down at him, watching him obey, watching his eyes flicker as he tasted his own cum,
"Suck me daddy," I said softly. "Suck your cum from my cunt baby."
The feeling of ecstasy flowed through my body as I felt him licking and sucking, I just loved the fact that my father was obeying me. It made me feel so fucking powerful, as I looked down at him, a slave to my desires.
I commanded him to lick my pussy clean until I came in his mouth filling him with me delicious nectar.
As I continued to orgasm I imagined what it would be like to pierce his cock and balls. I giggled as I thought about all of the horrific yet exciting things I was going to do to my father. Once my delicious orgasm subsided I lay down on a nearby lounge chair and ordered him to approach me on his knees. As soon as he was close enough I began to run my fingers through his hair as I explained to him some of my rules. I told him that from now on anytime he was in his house he would be totally naked.
A quiver of excitement surged through my body when he replied, “Yes Mistress, I am yours to command “
I smiled and then told him that he would always refer to me as “Mistress”, at home, in public, no matter who was listening, and if ever asked he will say that he belongs totally to me and that besides being his Mistress I am also his daughter. I then went on to tell him that I planned on going shopping in about an hour and that he should be dressed and ready to take me wherever I might want to go. I then dismissed him with a wave of my hand, slid back onto the lounge chair and worked on my already deep, dark tan.
When the time arrived for us to leave I was nowhere near being ready although my father was waiting in the garage for me to arrive. I made him wait an extra fifteen minutes and when I finally did meet him he was standing by his BMW with a raging hard-on. I was wearing a two piece leather and mesh outfit, the top, a bustier, was trying as hard as it could to contain my huge breasts. The bottom was a tiny mesh black thong that barely covered my cleanly shaven pussy. On my feet was a matching pair of black granny boots with six inch spiked heels. In a word I looked breathtaking. The look on my father’s face was priceless. In fact when he first saw me actually gasped out loud.
I smiled sensuously and as he opened the passenger side door for me I told him that I hoped he brought his credit cards. He said that he had, closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side. As soon as he sat behind the wheel he instinctively put his hand down to adjust his straining erection. As soon as he did I reached out and grabbed it.
"Don’t touch daddy," I purred. "From now you will not be allowed to touch your cock unless I give you permission. Is that clear?"
He turned to look at me and said softly, “Yes Mistress!”
I released his hand which I noticed that he began rubbing because I squeezed it pretty hard and soon we were on our way. I told him that I knew of a fetish boutique where I wanted to take him so that I could pick out a collar among other things for him to wear.
We had been driving for about five minutes and I hadn’t said a word to him. I was looking out the window when I ordered him to take out his cock. A few seconds later I heard his zipper being pulled down and then a groan since
it was obvious that removing his throbbing hard-on from the tight confines of
his pants was not easy.
"Stroke it for me daddy," I told him, still not looking in his direction.
Of course he did exactly as I told him. For the rest of the drive I didn’t say a word to him except to give him directions to our destination. The entire time he slid his huge cock through his hand up and down, but at no time approached an orgasm. I was very proud of him. When we finally arrived I instructed my father to park around the back of the store in a small alley and once the car was stopped and the engine turned off I finally turned to look at him.
He looked at me and I whispered “Cum,” and a split second later he exploded in a violent orgasm which covered the steering wheel and console of his car. I watched him spray his gorgeous tick sperm all over the place as he groaned deeply. When he was finally finished cumming I said, “Now open my door.” He hesitated at first not sure what do since his cock, which was still rock hard, was totally exposed, but he quickly realized that that was the way I wanted him to be, so he got out of the car and walked around to my side his gorgeous erection leading the way.
As soon as he opened the door and I stepped out I firmly grabbed his hard-on. “You like being my slave don’t you daddy?”
"God yesssssssss he moaned softly."
Smiling wickedly I then reached behind his head with my free hand and pulled his mouth down to mine, a split second later I drilled my tongue half way down his throat and kissed him super passionately for well over a minute while I made sure I held his cock just right so that he wouldn’t cum again. I felt soooo sexy as my father wrapped his strong arms around and me and accepted my fiery kiss.
Once our kiss was over I led him into the store through the back door.
I had a great time trying different collars on him until I found one that I really liked. I also selected a leash as well as a very ominous looking cat-o-nine-tails that caught my attention. I even had him pick out a strap-on that I promised I would use on him once I thought he was ready.
I made it a point to have the female sales clerk assist me in finding a ball stretcher. She was in her mid twenties, cute, but she wasn’t even close to being in my class. My father was so embarrassed when I had her try various stretchers on him, his cock wavering in front of her face I even let her kiss it a few times.
I asked about piercing, and she laughed saying that they could do that there, she also suggested that his collar could be engraved with my name, showing that he was my property.
That’s when I had him tell her that he was my father, and she said I should engrave the collar to say something like “Property of my Little Girl.” I loved the idea.
We then followed her into the backroom, with me pulling him by his huge erection. There she pierced his cock and inserted a small ring. I also had his tongue pierced and fitted with a ball stud. As he stood there submissively the sales clerk told me that his penis would be sore for the next few days, but there was no reason why I couldn’t continue to fuck him. I smiled and turned to step toward him. Reaching down I gently encircled the fingers of my right hand around his still raging hard-on.
"Did you hear that daddy," I whispered. "She says I can still have sex with you," and with that I began to slowly slide his throbbing thirteen inch cock into my always ready cunt. With agonizing slowness I swallowed his huge erection while I grabbed a handful of his hair and held him tightly. I fucked him slowly, erotically for a minute or two and then I asked him if he wanted to cum. He almost screamed that he did, so I let him, and he exploded in a violent orgasm that just filled my sizzling young pussy.
Once I he was drained I let him slide out of my vagina and told the sales clerk that I was going to look around the store some more and that if she wanted she could use him for whatever she might have in mind. I also told her that she could go ahead and engrave the collar. She thanked me and I left them alone.
I browsed around the shop, selecting a variety of butt plugs, cock rings, restraints for his bed, as well as his hands and legs. I chose a gag and some very nice smelling lotions and lubrication.
The sales clerk was back in about twenty minutes and I couldn’t help but laugh seeing how embarrassed my father looked. I asked her how it went and she couldn’t say enough good things about him. She told me that he had cum in her mouth and that she had cum in his. I smiled wickedly and once again grabbed his hard-on. I just loved the power that I had over him. I admired his collar, the lettering was beautifully done, in bright red standing out proudly, declaring that my father did indeed belong to his “Little Girl”! I toyed with the keys, keys that only I would have.
I then had him pay for my purchases, which totaled more than thirteen hundred dollars, and then right before we left I thanked our sales clerk with a sizzling, wet french kiss, during which I fingered her pussy bringing her to two mind numbing orgasms. She was barely able to stand when I walked out with my father on his brand new leash.
Once we were out in the alley I had him put the packages in the trunk and then I pulled him close to me by his leash. “Daddy,” I cooed ultra seductively. “Your collar states that you now belong to me, that you are my property. That means you must always do everything I tell you. If you don’t then I promise you will never, ever be permitted to touch me again, and I will most certainly never fuck you again, so the choice is yours sweetheart,” I giggled, kissing him between words.
"Why don’t we take a walk?" I suggested, wondering what his reaction would be.
"Like this Mistress," he asked, referring of course to the fact that his penis was still completely exposed.
"Of course," I giggled, and then a split second later I turned and started to walk down the alley toward the street, pulling on his leash, knowing he had no choice but to follow. I began to wonder if anyone was watching, the thought sent a shiver of excitement through my body. When we finally arrived at the nearest street intersection I told him to drop to his knees and kiss my ass. Totally humiliated he did exactly as I ordered. I allowed him a few moments to worship my extraordinarily sexy ass before turning around and pulling his head between my legs.
"There is just one thing left to do before we go home daddy," I purred. Then before he even knew what was happening I released a long, hot stream of my pee onto his face. I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched my father try to swallow all of it. Once I was finished he let his head fall downward, no doubt extremely humiliated. Running my hands through his hair I whispered, "look at me daddy." Slowly he raised his head and when I looked into his eyes I could see that he was totally beaten.
Of course that’s because I always win, even my own father has learned that.
The candles send flickers of light to mingle with the aroma of the roses that are set upon every available surface. The music is softly humming, keeping in tune with the candle- light. The wine is at a perfect temperature, chilling on ice, glasses waiting to be filled. A fresh set of red satin sheets have been added to the king sized bed, me in a wicked hot pink fishnet teddy, with a tiny v-back g-string, and a variety of toys within arms reach. I am waiting for my lover, my slave, my gorgeous, submissive father to join me.
The atmosphere has set a stirring deep within me. I fluff the pillows one last time before sliding onto the bed to sink into the softness that surrounds me.
I begin to touch myself as I know my father would desperately want to. I run my fingers along the silky smooth skin of my face, my throat, my neck. Absent-mindedly I can feel my huge 40(D) breasts pushing against my teddy threatening to rip the top to shreds as my inch long, steel hard nipples push obscenely against the fishnet. I am lying back on the pillows, my eyes closed, my smooth body giving way to the touch of my fingers.
One hand continues to massage my breasts while the other travels slowly along my flat stomach, down between my legs to the open slit between my gorgeous legs. My pussy is completely shaven something that I will allow my father todo occasionally if he has been a ‘good boy’. I trace a line up one firm, well muscled leg and down the other, getting closer with each pass. My legs spread just a bit, in anticipation of my approaching fingers.
Barely touching, I let my fingers tease myself, closer and with more pressure until I put my whole hand there. I just hold it there for a moment, my fingers resting against my vagina, felling the excitement grow. Slowly I let one finger slide between my swollen lips; it slides in easily, coated in the juices that have already begun to flow. Involuntarily my legs part wider, now another finger joins the first and they glide up and down on my hard, extended clit.
I am so caught up in myself; I did not see him enter the room. He had already unbuttoned his shirt and undone his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. When I finally looked up he was standing at the foot of my bed, touching himself. Stroking and pulling on his sexy cock. As he got harder and longer I can see the glorious purple head swell and expand. Watching my father touch himself like that always gets me so excited. I wanted to watch some more but I just had to touch him myself. I sit up and push his hands away from his throbbing erection and begin to stroke him. Feeling every vein and ridge, the smooth, hardness amazes and excites me. I slide off the edge of the bed and walk toward him. He stands there waiting to see what I am going to do next. It was obvious that he is afraid of me and a surge of excitement shot through my body.
I engulf his mouth in mine and kiss him passionately. Our tongues entwine, exploring each other’s mouth. Tasting the desire that wets our lips. I am holding him close and I can feel his hardness pressed up against my stomach. I turn us around so that his back is to the bed. Still kissing him fiercely, I push him down onto the bed and tie his hands to the bed posts with silk scarves. My intent is for him not to cum for a long, long time, while I on the other hand will be cumming all over him.
Kneeling between his strong legs I lightly run my perfectly manicured fingernails up and down his thighs while my breasts tease his thick, engorged manhood. The feeling of my nipples grazing over him causes his body to involuntarily jump.
My hands work their way up is sexy well muscled body, over his gorgeous chest and up his arms. My mouth is upon his and my mound barely brushes against his ridged eleven inch penis. He tries in vain to make the contact closer. Arching up, rotating his hips, trying to get nearer to my center.
I pull my mouth from his and proceed to run my tongue along his neck, tasting my father’s scent. I nibble on his ear while I rub my seething pussy just a bit nearer. I let my hot mouth find its way to one of his nipples, already hard with desire; gently I tug, while my tongue flicks, back and forth from one to the other.
His heart is racing. His moaning tells me all I need to know. My hands, never idle, slide up and down his strong, muscular arms. Applying more pressure with each pass. He wants me to touch his cock, I can tell, but before he can form the words he finds my fingers in his mouth. He sucks them in and tastes my juices. His mouth is so hot, so wet. He tries again to arch himself up and into me, but to no avail.
Not yet daddy,’ I whisper, totally in control.
My mouth and tongue leave a hot wet trail across his stomach as I move down his body. My fingers run through his soft chest hair. Using only my tongue I tempt and tease him. Just barely touching my father’s rock hard cock I work around it. Until finally I take a few long, hot licks up the entire length of his shaft. He tastes so fucking good. I love to tease him like this so I go lower still. I kiss his cum filled balls, then alternating; I take each one into my mouth very gently, rolling them, getting them wet and hot.
My hands have traced their way down his sides and I reach behind grabbing his firm ass. I let my tongue moisten his tight little hole, I hear him gasp, before I work my way back up. His cock is harder than it has ever been. I can’t wait to slide it inside me.
I finally put my lips on just the tip, flicking my tongue, I go down a bit more and with my hands still on his ass I push him all the way into my waiting mouth. His moans are loud and desperate.
My tongue dances circles around him as I come back up. He is getting harder and harder, swelling in my mouth. Suddenly I feel him stiffen, ready to cum. So I pull away.
I put a few ice cubes in my mouth and roll them around until they are nearly melted. I run my frozen tongue up his swollen member. Again I take his entire length into my mouth. Tiny ice bits join my tongue on this journey. His breath catches with this new sensation. Now I can suck a little longer. I love the taste of my father, the feel of him in my mouth, the sounds I hear escaping from his lips as I enjoy the taste of his precum, until his heat warms my mouth, the ice is melted and we both want to cum, but not yet.
I bring myself up and sit on his thighs, pinning his cock to his stomach, I glide my dripping wet pussy up and down, my clit swelling against his cock. We both moan. He wiggles and arches his back trying to make contact with my pussy lips. He wants to be inside his sexy little girl so much. Just barely audible
I hear him whisper.
"Please Mistress, Please fuck me!’ He begs.
I could see the sweat on his brow and he was holding the scarves tighter than
they were holding him.
"Are you sure daddy," I whisper back.
"I have never been so sure about anything," he gasps.
"Well, maybe, just for a little bit," I purr.
A split second later I slowly lower my tight wet pussy down over my father’s thick hard cock, inch by inch, then back up, up until it is nearly out and then back down. Dreadfully slow. Then a few quick thrusts as he tries to push up into me. I can tell he aches for release. I grind a bit, my clit against his pelvic bone, and then pull away. I hear him sigh and he whispers my name, ‘Tiffany’ with such pleading. I kiss him deeply, our tongues entwine, while my clit again glides up and down over his slick manhood. He gasps for air as my pace quickens. I cum so fucking hard, mmmmmm. He can feel my juices oozing, coating his cock, his balls, dripping over his ass.
Yet for now I do not allow him to cum.
I look deep into his eyes, he looks so content with his seventeen year old Dominant daughter on top of him, fucking him, using him, cumming all over him.
I knew what was next, but he didn’t.
Taking hold of his hands our fingers entwine. I pull my mouth from his and inch my cum coated, still oozing pussy gradually up. I let him enjoy each of my huge, perfect breasts; my nipples harden even more as he licks, sucks and bites them through my teddy.
I leave a wet sticky trail along his stomach and chest. I tickle my clit on each nipple, both of us lost in the sensation. He tilts his head forward as I near his awaiting mouth. I glaze his chin with my juices then pull just out of reach.
"Are you hungry daddy" I ask.
In anticipation he licks his lips. “Yes Mistress,” he groans.
Finally I lower my sizzling young cunt to meet his mouth. His tongue is so hot as it licks the length of my exposed clitoris. I begin to ride his face. From flicking my clit to inserting his tongue deep inside me, my father is bringing me closer to another raging orgasm. He gently sucks me, followed by long slow licks as my breathing quickens. I’m going to cum. I put my lips to his and let my spasms and his sucking release my delicious girl cum.
Soon his face is coated with my sweet nectar. I can see it glistening in the
fading candlelight. I loosen the scarves so that with the slightest of tugs his hands will be free.
Bringing my mouth to his I kiss him again. Then in one fell swoop I drill his throbbing cock into my vagina. I fuck him with such force he cries out. His balls are slapping against my engorged slit. I reach down and take hold of them, giving them a gentle squeeze. His head is pounding into the pillow in rhythm with my deep thrusts. His screams of passion are muffled as he shudders and shakes. When I finally allow him to cum, he explodes inside me, emptying a torrent of his hot, thick seed deep into my vice like vagina.
Panting and gulping for air he collapses into the bed. Face to face again I kiss him, a slow lingering kiss. One look in my eyes tells him that I am not yet done with him. His body is limp, like a rag doll. The sweat from his body catches the candlelight causing him to glimmer. Slowly I pull away from him and leave the room. He is left to wonder what will happen next, but instead he falls asleep.
"Wake up daddy," I whisper, "I’m not finished with you yet."
He woke with a start; and as he did my hands gripped his ankles, pulling him to the edge of the bed. Once there, he again sees that look on my face, the mischievous glint in my eye. He tries to act nonchalantly, pretending that looks means nothing, yet his heart and mind are racing. He notices that I am now completely naked and I watch as his eyes take in my stunning 40D-24-36 inch body. I just love looking the way I do, so incredibly sexy even my own father can’t resist me. I pull him to his feet and walk him into the bathroom and unceremoniously push him into my large bathtub.
The heat of the water takes his breath away. I laugh at the way he gasps and fumbles to steady himself. His eyes are wide open now and he can see the bubbles, the candles, smell the scented oils surrounding me. Sitting on the side of the tub, I begin to caress the side of my father’s face as he sinks lower into the bubbles, basking in the warmth of the water and the gentleness of my touch.
I slip in the tub behind him and press my large, incredibly firm breasts tightly against his back. I turn his head so that we can kiss, tongues parting lips, sliding over each other. Tasting, teasing. I lean my head on his shoulder and we stay like that for a while. Not even speaking. I can feel his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
Absent-mindedly my fingers run along the undersides of his strong legs while his hands begin roaming over my body. Until he finds one of my breasts, squeezing it, pulling at my already steel hard nipple. I encourage him to lick it and he responds be turning around and taking it between his lips. Gentle bites, sucks and licks soon follow. I hear him moan. I know how much he enjoys sucking on my nipples. I still remember the first time I let him to do that, the day after my sixteenth birthday; even then I was very well developed.
Meanwhile my hand begins to work its way down, over his stomach and under the water. The anticipation makes his legs involuntarily part. He can feel my fingers sliding between his legs, teasing him, not really touching but just grazing over his hardness.
I encircle my fingers around his straining erection and begin to gently squeeze. He gasps and moans softly. A split second later I begin to stroke him, slowly, expertly jerking my father off. I can feel his body tighten, his breathing becoming labored. My hand begins to move faster. Then suddenly he throws his head back and he explodes in orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," he gasps, as I continue to work his cock with my talented fingers. "Mmmmmmm Mistress, I love you so much!" "I love you to daddy," I giggle. Then before he even knows what’s happening I slide around his body until I am sitting on his lap. I take his still very hard cock and begin to rub it along the length of my throbbing pussy, using it to massage my swollen clit. I wrap my arms around his neck and push my magnificent tits hard into his chest. I watch him flinch as my nipples bite into his skin they are so hard.
"Tell me what you want daddy," I purr my lips touching his.
"I want you to fuck me my Goddess," he moans. "I want you to bury my cock into your scalding young cunt and conquer me."
"You enjoy being my fuck toy don’t you daddy?" I whisper.
"I enjoy belonging to you Mistress. I enjoy having you control every aspect of my life, and most of all I enjoy being your slave," he told me.
"Even when I get rough with you daddy, when I hurt you?"
"Especially when you hurt me," he sighs. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."
I laugh and then kiss him on the forehead. A split second later I begin to slide his raging manhood into my sizzling slit. “I am so proud of you daddy,” I tell him as I wrap my pussy around his cock. “It takes a special man to accept the fact that his seventeen year old daughter is a Dominatrix and that his place in life is to serve her.”
"My whole reason for living is to please you Mistress," he groans.
"I know daddy, I am a very lucky girl to have such a sexy father. A man who realizes that he will always be my personal slut, a toy for me to play with whenever I might want."
I begin to quicken my pace as I grind my pussy on top of him. I can tell that he is quickly nearing another orgasm. My father begins to moan and cry, he calls out my name. I fuck him harder assaulting his cock with my vagina. I suddenly explode in a senses shattering orgasm releasing a stream of my molten girl cum all over his erection. My father responds with his third orgasm of the evening, one just as strong as the previous two. I love the feeling of my father’s cum as it coats my pussy; it is so hot and so thick.
Finally he collapses against the side of the bathtub. I shift my position and allow his drained penis to slide out of me. I grab it and slowly lower my head and take just the head into my mouth. I suck it gently, licking it, loving it. I look at his face and he smiles no doubt wondering if I still had more in store for him.
I decide to stop and let him rest especially since I had been so demanding of him just two days ago when I forced him to cum five times. I lean forward and kiss his lips.
"Goodnight daddy," I whisper.
"Goodnight Mistress," he replies.
I didn’t see it right away. The letter stood on edge against the side of unread mail. I didn’t recognize the handwriting. A heavy weight pushed down on my shoulders. My stomach felt queasy.
I tossed my keys onto the table and pulled a chair out, chasing off the cat, and sat down. I reached over and hesitantly picked up the envelope. The faint smell of a light musk found its way as I took a breath. The same scent I remembered from the night before.
"Thank you", it read. Fluttering butterflies tickled my stomach. I read on…
"You brought me to undeniable ecstasy last night. Your warm mouth on all the right places, as though you had a map of my soul. The soft touch of your hands fingered me like a lead guitar riff, humming and strumming like there was no tomorrow…"
I leaned my head back; my faint smile grew into a wide grin. My crotch wetted and a sharp line twanged through my gut…fuck the butterflies. I continued reading…
"But, alas, it is tomorrow, as you are now reading this…"
Oh, shit, here it comes…
"I must end this, for now. You knew I would only be here for a few days and I must return home. Our time together will linger in my memories as no other has before. I cannot wait until I see you again, but I don’t know when that time will be. Until then, my love, I’ll see you in my dreams…"
The note fell out of my hand as I remembered the night before.
She invited me to dance…it was still fairly early and there weren’t very many people there. We danced and then a slow song came on and things got interesting. She had her body pressed up against mine and her arms around my waist, with her hands moving lower and occasionally brushing very lightly across my ass. Then she looked at me and started kissing me…very light butterfly kisses across my lips. When I would start to kiss her back she’d move to kiss my cheek or my neck. Finally when I thought I could stand it no more, she kissed me and slipped her tongue in my mouth, gently swirling her tongue with mine.
I completely lost track of time…it could have been minutes or hours, but we got some attention and the catcalls started. She broke the kiss, smiled and me and reached for my hand. The next hour or two was nothing but foreplay. A brush of her hand here or there, the accidental brush against my breast, my nipple, my ass, a caress against my cheek, my hair. We shared a view of the outer city lights, and shared the pale shades of red and pink as the sun rose.
“What are your intentions?” she asked.
Anything your heart desires was my reply.
Her pale blue eyes twinkled; she grabbed my hand and told me to take her to a place she had never been before. I didn’t know what she meant, then. She had agreed to come home with me.
It was on from the time we got into the car. She kissed me until I was breathless, her hands framing my face, then playing with my hair, my ears, drifting their way down to my collarbone, my neck, to the top of my breast and then the outside of my breast, always teasing, never satisfying, feather light touches. She started circling my breast with one finger, moving in and making her circles smaller and smaller until she was circling my very erect nipple. I was so wet that my jeans were damp. She ran her hand along the crotch of my jeans, felt how wet I was, smiled and broke away to start the car. The windows were completely fogged up and my breathing was erratic.
It seemed to take forever to get home. But we finally made it, with me sitting close beside her and her fingers teasing the whole time.
The fireplace still crackled and needed attention, as we came through my front door.
“Have a seat; I need to stoke the fire.”
I threw a couple logs onto the red coals and it ignited into a bright flame. The insulated walls kept the warmth from earlier It seemed that things were going to much hotter now.
“That’s not the only fire you’re thinking of, is it?”
When I think back to those first few moments with her, all I wanted to do was fuck her. She pulled my jeans down, and got on her knees and kissed me through my very wet panties. I thought my knees would buckle as she slipped a finger into my panties and into my hot, wet pussy. She had my legs apart and was very slowly fucking me with one finger, almost all the way out and then oh so slowly back in. She pulled me down to the floor with her and started kissing me again, her fingers moving to take my bra off. When she finally touched my bare breast I moaned with satisfaction and need, and desire for more, a lot more.
She laid on top of me after I took her bra off and she slipped one leg between my legs, rubbing up against me. I was so turned on, I could feel my pussy just pulsing. The feel of our breasts rubbing against each other’s was so intense…nipples hitting nipples, soft skin against soft skin. She began to kiss my neck, then whispering in my ear that she was going to go down on me until I came all over her face. My ears are very sensitive and the sensation of her whispering and her hot breath in my ear was a total turn on. She kissed her way down my neck to my breasts, finally taking my nipple in her mouth and sucking while her fingers played with the other one. They were so hard, and her mouth felt so good. She began to pull gently with her teeth while her fingers gently pinched my other nipple.
After she had me moaning and squirming all over the place, she started kissing her way down my ribcage, circling my belly button with her tongue, nipping here and there as she moved agonizingly slowly down to my pussy where I wanted her mouth so badly. She kissed and licked and nipped down until she was at the top of my mound and leaned down and blew gently on my clit …and then moved to my hip, kissing, teasing, down my leg, kissing the back of my knee, nipping not so lightly, down my calf, running her fingers down the arch of my foot (and yes I am very ticklish!) and then kissing her way back up, running her tongue all the way up the inside of my thigh, then finally, thank God, running her tongue lightly around the lips of my pussy. I was so wet that my juices were running out of my pussy.
When her tongue finally touched my clit, I almost came up off the floor. She looked up and told me to relax, that we had all night. She licked my clit and then stuck her tongue inside my pussy, slowly fucking me with her tongue, her hands slipping under my ass to pull me close to her face, then licking and flicking her tongue across my clit, around it, circling, and it wasn’t long before I was ready to cum. She sensed just as I was getting ready to cum and stopped, inserting one finger inside of me and then another, starting to finger fuck me, curling her fingers to find my Gspot. When I moaned and arched my back off the floor, she started at my clit again, licking hard and fast and almost instantly I came…hard. I don’t think I’ve ever climaxed like that and my clit was so sensitive but she wouldn’t stop.
By the time I came down from the first orgasm, she had me at the second one, and she continued to lick and tease my clit with her tongue, her fingers fucking me and then she slipped one in my ass, and was alternating her fingers, into my pussy and out of my ass then again, over and over and then she sucked gently on my clit and I came all over again. I was thrashing around on the floor, I couldn’t lay still and I was begging her to stop because it was just too much and she wouldn’t. She brought me to orgasm after orgasm until I didn’t possibly think I could cum anymore. I certainly couldn’t think anymore.
She moved up and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me gently but thoroughly and I could taste my juices on her tongue. It was a different but not unpleasant taste. After I got myself together she encouraged me to begin to explore her body. I kissed my first breast, sucked my first nipple and enjoyed reading her body language to know when I was doing something she liked or when I should try something else. She was also talking to me, telling me what she liked, guiding me.
Finally she pushed my head down to her pussy and she was so wet. I ran my tongue down her slit, enjoying the taste of her, then started doing to her what she had done to me, licking her clit, teasing it with my tongue, putting one finger and then another inside of her. I must have been doing something right because all of the sudden she arched her back, grabbed my head with her hands and held my mouth closer to her pussy and she came all over my face. I decided it was payback time and wouldn’t stop until she came again and again.
I reached over, scooped the letter off the floor, and read it again. “I’ll see you in my dreams…”
Now, I’ll just have to wait.
The kettle whistled and I took it off the stove and made some hot chocolate. Again, I sat in front of the fireplace and images of her flooded my mind. I didn’t fall hard for too many people, but this was an exception. No, she was. The exception, I mean. I tossed the letter into the flames and watched it burn. Small embers rose eerily up through the chimney as I sipped my cocoa. No traces, I thought. Out of sight and out of mind. That would keep me from dwelling on her return, for now. I hoped so, anyway.