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Housemate
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Housemate
"Over here are a Bartlett pear and a Bing cherry tree", Julie
motioned to an area of the back yard as she studiously avoided
looking into his eyes. A woman could drown in those eyes. "And in
the spring, this whole area is in bloom!" she babbled on. "Oh,
this is so hard." she thought to herself. "No way will this ever
work out. Why are we even bothering?"
They continued the tour of the small house that she planned to
share with a housemate; she leading the way through each common
area, he following closely behind. He found it hard to pay
attention while watching her rear end. "So, here's your computer",
he motioned to the workstation set up in the corner of the dining
area. "Funny, in my mind I had it placed in a more secluded area.
All these months we've been corresponding by modem, I imagined a
lot of things, but I never imagined you sitting in the dining
room."
"Yes, well, if I wasn't going to rent that extra bedroom, I
could have used it as a study, but working out here isn't bad at
all." Julie bent over the keyboard, peering into the blank screen
as if there was something there only she could see. Actually, she
could see Steve close behind her; perhaps a little bit too close
for comfort. As she straightened and turned toward him, he moved
even closer, increasing her confusion and heightening her already
extreme awareness of his presence. She could feel the heat
radiating from him as their eyes locked.
Overwhelmed, she forgot herself for a moment, staring into his
hot gaze, then finding her presence of mind, she cast her eyes away
over his shoulder. Attempting to sidestep him gracefully, she
moved toward the kitchen, but found her hand held in his firm grip.
"When did that happen?" she wondered, as she was turned back to
face him.
"Where are you going? Julie, stop a second." He released her.
Then holding her face in his hands, he brought his lips down,
covering hers in a gentle, full kiss, breaking it momentarily to
evaluate it's effect on her before following it with another. His
hands moved back through the hair at the nape of her neck as he
kissed her again.
Gooseflesh broke out all over her arms and back as he moved
his warm lips to her left ear, caressed her cheek, and advanced
down her throat. Her heart pounded so hard it made her dizzy, and
a delicious tightening in her groin made her gasp. "Wait. Stop."
she pulled away from him.
"I just had to see how you tasted. I've wanted to do that
since I first met you months ago. All the notes and phone
conversations since then just made me want it more. I'm attracted
to you. You're not upset are you?"
"No, I mean yes. I...I don't know. It's just that I don't
think it will be easy to be housemates with you under these
conditions. And, you know I'm seeing someone right now. Oh, why
can't I think clearly?" The fingers of her right hand swept
through her short-cropped hair.
"Because you want it, too. You've said as much several
times."
"Yes, I know, but that was all fantasy. Reality is much
harsher.... jealousies, hurts, misunderstandings. I don't know if
I want to deal with all that. Relationship, or not, after being
with you once, I'd go quietly crazy each night you were out with
someone, or each morning I found a strange woman in my kitchen
making your coffee."
"Quietly? You mean you wouldn't rip her eyes and hair out?"
He smiled down at her.
"No, I don't do confrontation well. It'd be pretty quiet,
until I couldn't take any more, and asked you to move out.... which
wouldn't be very long."
"Well, I'd like to take my chances. I'd like to try being
housemates with you on your terms. And although it might drive me
crazy, we'll keep it platonic as long as you like, ok? If you
still feel like you can't deal with it, you can tell me to move.
What do you say?"
"Platonic might work. Let's set a house rule right now,
though. I don't want to live with a "couple", so each of us may
have an overnight visitor only one night a week, ok? Do you think
that is reasonable?"
"That sounds fine.... I think I can live within that
framework."
"All right, then it's a deal." As she felt her proffered hand
engulfed by both of his strong ones in a warm shake, she wondered
again if she wasn't making a big mistake.
"So what's the problem? Is he a toad?" her best friend, Lori
queried. "Is he disgusting? Perverted? or.... is it the Age
Issue?", she continued to hammer.
"No, he's not a toad, or disgusting! Actually he's extremely
good looking, in that model sort of way. Perverted? Hmmmm, that
would be interesting to find out....", she teased. "I don't know
what it is.... maybe it IS the age issue. He's a decade younger
than me! A DECADE. I'm old enough to be his.....older sister."
"And do you feel sisterly toward this hunk-o-rama?"
"Gawd, no! That's a problem. I don't want to have a sexual
relationship with a roommate....it would get sticky. Once he was
bored with me, I'd be jealous of his every move.... it would be
disaster! I couldn't handle it. No, it's better not to even start
it, and just keep it platonic. Yes, that's the right thing to do,
keep it platonic.", she tried to convince herself.
"So, what does he look like? I could always use a quick
relationship with a young stud who likes his women to have
"womanly" figures. And he's only 5 years younger than I am. Hmmm,
what do you think? Set me up?"
"Great idea! He's moving in this weekend. Come over Saturday
afternoon for supper and stay late. He'll fall for you like a
bucket full of lead."
"Are you sure that its ok with you? Are you SURE? After all,
you and Bill aren't seeing each other anymore. You're not serious
about celibacy, are you?"
"Yes, I think I am. Don't forget I was celibate a long, long
time before I met Bill. When we met, I know it was going to be for
sex only, and I thought that was what I wanted. Now, I know that
I want love more than just sex, and that's not likely to happen at
my age. Believe it or not, after the first two years, celibacy
isn't so hard. Don't worry about me, I can handle it."
"Yeah, you can handle a lot, girl. You are a survivor. So,
Saturday, huh? Ok, I'll be here."
"Wear something low cut, and tight in the rear. Steve likes
boobs and butts."
"How do you know that?"
"Well..... we used to talk sometimes."
"Well, girl, if we do get together, you'll have to stop
talking to him like that."
"Don't you start. I told you 'platonic'. I'm GIVING him to
you, for heaven's sake.".
Saturday found her up early. The lawns had been watered,
laundry finished, dishwasher going full tilt, and Gloria Estefan on
the stereo belting out "Sex in the 90's"; she danced and sang as
she swept, vacuumed, and dusted.
"Heelllloo!", she turned to find him standing in the doorway
smiling as he balanced his motorcycle helmet on top of gym bag.
Dressed in blue jeans, a blue chambray shirt and boots, he looked
absolutely....
"Steve, you're here!", she swept stray hairs out of her eyes.
Then, "Oh my gawd! Excuse me!" She rushed to the bathroom to
rinse off the green facial mud she had smeared all over her face
and neck. After running a comb through her hair, she came back out
smiling embarrassedly. "I didn't think you'd be here yet. Oh, I'm
sorry, please come on in."
He strode into the room, placing his bag and helmet on the
sofa, then turned and moved toward her. "Thanks. That was an
interesting look you had there. Green. Interesting." He reached
out and stroked her jawline.
"Yes, well. You rode your bike here? How are you going to
move?" She turned away, fumbling with the dust rag, nearly
upsetting one of the crystal pieces she collected.
"A buddy's bringing my car. He should be here pretty soon.
I guess I made better time on the bike than he did in the car. I
probably have to make one or two more trips, then I'll have
everything here."
"Well, that's great. Let me know if I can help you with
anything."
"Do you always put on such a show when you clean?" He
grinned.
"What do you me... oh. Yeah, well, yeah. I guess I do. I'll
try to keep it down to a dull roar when you're here, ok?"
"No problem. Don't stop on my account. I just LOVE watching
barefoot women work around the house."
"Oh, YOU!" She laughed with him, and immediately began
feeling more at ease. "So are you going to be around here at
dinner time? I'm going to bar-b-que tonight."
"That sounds good. I hadn't thought about it yet, but bar-b-
que works for me."
"Want a Coke while you wait for your car? I'm going to get a
shower before I take off to the grocery store."
"Sure, I'll have one. That was a thirsty ride."
"Well, you live here now, so it's in the fridge. Kitchen's
that-away." She gestured behind her as she left the room.
He watched her thoughtfully as she walked away, wondering just
how long it would take.
"He's gorgeous!", Lori stage-whispered to Julie, "Do you think
he'll like me?" She pinched her nipples to make them stand out
before turning to smile at the young man as he unzipped his one-
piece motorcycle leathers. Steve smiled at the women watching him
and wiped a sheen of perspiration from his forehead with the back
of his hand.
"There's beer in the fridge," Julie called to him from the
patio, "And this is my best friend, Lori. Make nice." Julie looked
up to see Lori excitedly dashing for the beers as Steve began to
peal the top of his leathers from his arms. She looked away and
continued to arrange the table and chairs for their outdoor meal.
She could hear the sounds of flirtatious conversation in the
kitchen, and smiled to herself as she heard Lori's giggle for the
fifth time in two minutes. "Go get 'im, girl", she thought to
herself as she stepped inside the dining area off the patio. As
she walked into the kitchen, Steve was leaning over the sink,
washing his hands, as Lori ogled his bare back from behind him.
Julie stared, too, noting the well defined arms, chest, and the
sweet ridges at his hip bones, just above where the pant portion of
his leathers pulled down.... her favorite, most erotic area to...
well, anyway he looked good! She exhaled heavily as she pulled her
eyes away and raised her eyebrows at Lori. "Sure is hot today."
she tried to make small talk.
"Sure is!", Lori winked at her friend and motioned to Steve
with a nod of her head.
"Yeah, I'm going to get a shower. I'll be out in a bit.
Don't start the party without me", Steve smiled at Lori, and she
giggled, and squirmed with pleasure.
"Oh, I think he likes me", Lori whispered excitedly. "He's
absolutely terrific!"
"Lori, you don't even know him yet! How do you know he's
terrific?"
"You know him, and that's good enough for me. You like him
enough to live with him, so he must be decent.... Do you think he
likes me?"
"Of course he does... and he'll like you even more when you
relax and be the real Lori.... don't work so hard! Ok?"
"What? Work hard? What am I doing? What?"
"Oh, Lori!", giggles from both women filled the room as beers
were sipped and lettuce rinsed.
Steaks eaten, beers downed, dishes all put away, the three
made their way to the living room. It was 11:30 pm, and dinner had
lasted five hours. Five hours of talk, jokes, glances, and
hilarity, and now, feeling warm and drowsy, Julie made her excuses
before going to bed and leaving the two new friends to entertain
each other.
Alone in her room, she undressed slowly, still able to hear
parts of the conversation in the other part of the house. In order
to afford the other two more privacy, she switched her radio on to
a mellow late night station, and began stretching to the sensual
music. She studied her nude reflection in the full length mirror
as she moved, noting her heavy thighs, dimpled, round rear end, and
full hips and belly. Her breasts swayed as she bent and stretched
in her mild exercise. It was too late for a more vigorous workout,
and besides, the evening's flirtatious mood had made her horny.
She hadn't seen Bill in weeks. There had been no arguments,
they were both busy. That's all it was, really. The lack of
emotional attachment had resulted in a slow death of lust. It
seemed to her that their liaisons were just about over, and it made
her feel sad to know that the hours of marvelous sensual massaging,
licking, sucking and playing would not continue. She had known
from the beginning that their relationship would be physical only,
with no emotional investment, and had been quite willing to
continue in that vein. Unfortunately, as her sexual desires had
been fulfilled, she found herself wishing for lovemaking rather
than sex; dreaming of glances, touches, whispered endearments, and
that delicious tightening shooting from her belly to her sex as a
result of these romantic feelings.
She finished her stretching and stood in front of the mirror
watching her hands as they moved over her hips and belly and up to
cup her full tits. She squinched her eyes almost closed and
envisioned Bill's hands as she would have like to have him touching
her then; weighing her breasts in his hands, lightly pinching her
nipples to make them stand out a bit. She continued massaging her
nipples, lightly stroking palms of her hands over them in a
circular motion, feeling the sensation against her palms and
nipples at the same time.
Continuing to tease her breasts, she reached down to her mons
and tickled the hairs around her lips, taking care to move slowly
and delicately. She imagined his fingers there, slowly building
her desire, heating her passion and inviting the slippery juices to
flow. Julie moved to lie on the bed as she began to gently touch
the wet folds of her pussy, moving her fingers around the outside
lips before slipping them into the pink wetness. The first touch
of her fingers was electric, and she reveled in the sensual dream
of Bill's lips and tongue kissing her face, before moving down her
throat to her breasts.
Her hand continued to lightly caress her heated pussy lips as
her dream lover moved across the bottoms of her breasts with his
tongue and down her belly to her mons. She removed her fingers
from her crotch as she tickled the hairs of her mons, imagining his
breath moving across her pubes. Then, spreading her legs wide, she
slid her fingers back down as she willed his tongue to follow;
around and around in wide circles, slowly moving in smaller circles
until his tongue slipped between her love lips and began to tickle
her clit.
Completely aroused now, she rubbed her clit with more
pressure, her legs opening and closing over her hand, her other
hand busy pinching each nipple and grabbing and rubbing her
breasts. Finally, she whispered, "Put it in me and fuck me" to her
phantom lover and as she parted her legs for his entry, and
imagining his long, thick member moving in and out of her, she
exploded in delicious, convulsive waves of pleasure.
The letdown afterward was hard. Coming back from her fantasy,
and finding herself alone as usual, she quickly turned out the
light and crawled under the sheets in dejection. The music
continued to play, but now it was mocking her loneliness. Yup,
these first two years would be hard, but she wouldn't make that
mistake again..
The next morning, Julie lolled around in bed until 9:00,
stretching and drowsing; unwilling to get up and start the day.
Finally, the smell of coffee pulled her from the sheets, and
pulling some jeans and a tee shirt over her bare body, she ran a
brush through her sleep-disturbed hair. Rubbing her bleary eyes,
and yawning, she found her way to the kitchen, where a fresh pot
was just finished dripping. As she poured her first cup, Lori
walked into the room with a bright smile on her face.
"Good morning, Julie, dear! And how did you sleep? We didn't
keep you awake did we?" Lori giggled as she winked the previous
night's story to Julie.
"I'm great, Lori, dear!" Julie took the que from Lori. Under
her breath she whispered, "And I see HE was too, hmmmm?"
"Well, he can be great, when I've got him trained properly.
Last night was too quick for me, but I'll whip him into shape."
Lori grinned as she sipped at her steaming cup. "And did you know
he likes anal? Ugh!"
"Yeah, I know that. He's told me before. You don't, huh?
Have you ever tried it?"
"Once, I let George try it, but it hurt like hell, and I'm not
going to do that again. Have you done it?"
"A couple of times. And I know what you mean about it
hurting, especially if you aren't ready and willing to try. But,
well...." Julie turned and walked into the dining room. "That's not
one of my issues anymore."
"The celibacy thing again, huh? You are serious, aren't you?
Julie, how can you want that? I just don't understand how you
could want to go without sex for the rest of your life."
"Yes, Lori, I'm serious. And I don't think of it as for the
rest of my life. It's each day as it comes. I just want to get to
the point where sex isn't on my mind all the time. I want sex in
a loving, caring relationship, or not at all. And right now, I've
got the not at all. So have you heard from George lately?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact, he called me yesterday afternoon,
before I came over. He says he misses me, and wants to see me
again. I told him I'd think about it."
"So are you thinking about it? What are you going to do?"
"I miss him, Julie. I really loved him, and I think I still
do. It was everything I could do to remember to call Steve by his
name instead of by 'George' last night."
"Oh, Lori, you are something else!" Julie giggled at her. "So
does this mean that Steve's out of the picture?"
"Oh, I suppose so. I really shouldn't lead two men on.... And
to tell you the truth, I'm not sure Steve was all that hot about
me. I noticed how his eyes followed you all over the place last
night, and he got kind of quiet after you went to bed. I had to
work a bit to get him into the sack. Why don't you give him a
break and be nice?"
"Be nice? I am nice! I told you, I don't want a sexual
relationship with a housemate. I want romance, or nothing. That's
it!"
"Good morning, ladies! I see the women-folk are up and about.
I hope that's not de-caf in that pot." Steve walked into the
kitchen wearing a pair of dark blue sweat pants and wiping sleep
from his eyes. His hair was rumpled and his feet were bare.
"Hi, Steve... no, it's high octane. I see you used up your
"one night a week" on the first night you're here!" Julie teased.
Steve poured his coffee. "Yeah, so when's yours?" He looked
at her over his cup.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that," Lori chimed in, "She
doesn't do that anymore."
Julie shot a dirty look at Lori and corrected, "I'll give you
fair warning when I plan to have a guest, Steve."
Lori, put her cup down. "Well, folks, I've gotta go. I'm
meeting George for lunch, and I've gotta shower and primp. Bye,
Steve. It was nice to 'meet' you. See you later, Julie. Call
me."
As the front door closed behind Lori, Steve settled back into
a chair stretching his legs out in front of him as he studied
Julie's downcast eyes. "You aren't seeing that guy, Bill, any
more? Why didn't you say something?"
"Well, we haven't exactly broken up. We just haven't seen
each other for a few weeks, and I am assuming that we're about
finished. That's all. There doesn't seem to be any real interest
on his part, and I've been trying hard to hold back on mine. You
know, to make it easier when he 'cuts me loose', so to speak."
"So is it my turn yet? Remember, you said I was next. I've
been waiting a long time."
"I know you have, and I appreciate your patience. But I'm not
ready for 'next' yet. I've had enough sex-for-sex for a while.
I'm still feeling kind of tender, and need to let the callouses
build up a bit." Julie placed her empty cup in the sink. "Listen,
I'm going to mow the lawn and then get a shower. I'll talk to you
later, ok?
"Sure, do you want some help?"
"If you'd like to, you could try to pull-start the mower for
me... it's been kind of cranky lately. I'm going to get my shoes
on and I'll be right out."
The lawn mower had not wanted to start, and now, Steve hovered
over the engine, hands greasy with oil. Julie studied his handsome
profile as he worked in the sun. She continued cutting at the
rosebushes and stuffing the trimmings into lawn bags as he puttered
with the mower. It was hot in the sun, and she was done with the
bushes. "I think I'll go in and get my shower now. I'm too hot
and sticky."
"Ok, I'm almost through with this thing. I've got it running
ok now. Can I join you in the shower?" Steve teased.
"Only if you keep your clothes on!" Julie teased right back,
and went inside with a laugh.
As Julie stripped the dusty tee shirt off her sticky body,
Steve could see movement between the curtains into her bedroom.
Looking closer, he saw her bending over to pull her jeans off, her
breasts swinging freely. He felt a twitch in his groin, and turned
back to the mower. Julie left her bedroom and walked into the
bathroom, locking the door behind her.
As she shampooed, scrubbed, brushed and shaved, she found
herself thinking about Steve's tanned body out there in the
sunshine. Her soapy hands glided over her body as she enjoyed the
sensations and dreamt of Steve's hands. Those strong, capable
hands, working so skillfully on the engine could be working on her
engine right now, if she's only let him. What was wrong with her?
Why was she being so obtuse? In the back of her mind, she knew
that she was just horny, and that was affecting her reasoning, but
right now, she was extremely tempted to get out of the shower and
call him to her bed.
Instead, she toweled dry and combed her hair. Locking herself
in her room, she climbed onto the bed and began stroking and
caressing her body as she fantasized about Steve. As she pulled at
her nipples and stroked her thighs, she didn't notice the slightly
parted drapes, or the man standing beyond them outside the window.
Steve watched her as she massaged each secret spot of her
body. He watched her hands play with her breasts and imagined them
in his hands. He could feel the nipples against his palms as she
rubbed hers against her breasts. When she kneeled on the bed with
her rear end pointed toward him, he could see her fingers working
between her legs against her clit. His cock stiffened as he
imagined licking that juicy slit, then inserting his hard member
into those warm, waiting folds, as he grabbed and massaged her
large, round ass. He pulled his cock up out of the top of his
sweats and began to strok it as he imagined how it would feel,
pushing his cock high into her, pumping faster and harder with her
ass slapping against his belly. How he wanted to be in her,
licking her, feeling her mouth on him. How he wanted to kiss those
lips, ears, throat, rub his cock against her belly, and feel those
tits against his chest. He heard her moans and thought he heard his
name, and as she brought herself to climax, her ass moving in a
rythmic motion, his own throbbing sex pumping it's juice into the
bushes outside her window.
Passion spent, Julie lay prone and felt the onrushing
depression again. "Why do I do this to myself?" She moaned to
herself. "I've got to cut this out." She rose with purpose, and
dressed for the day.
Steve watched as she pulled panties and slacks on. He studied
her as she fastened the bra and bent forward to let her tits fall
into it naturally. As she pulled on a clean shirt, he turned away
and went into the house for his own shower. As he soaped up, he
replayed the scene outside Julie's window again and again,
committing how she had moved and stroked herself to memory, and
imagined himself doing each of those things to her. One thing
puzzled him, though. When she was done, she had looked very
unhappy. Sad and angry both at the same time. Is that what sex
did to her? He longed to change that....
Julie was on the couch reading the Sunday funnies when he came
out, towel wrapped low around his waist, is hair toweled dry.
"Thanks for your help today. It's a lot more fun with two in the
garden." July covertly watched him move across the room to settle
in a chair.
"Yeah, you can work a lot of tensions out in the garden, it
seems." Steve wondered if she had noticed him outside her window,
half hoping she had. He was still replaying the scene he had
witnessed, her ass pointed toward him as she knelt on the bed, her
fingers hard at work on her clit. His hand hard at work on his
cock. "So, what are your big plans for the day?"
"Oh, not much. Hang around the house, I guess. I've got
laundry, etc. to do." She answered him. And hope for a call from
Bill, she thought to herself. But he hardly ever called on the
weekends. And besides, he probably wouldn't call ever again. She
wished he would just tell her they were finished and get it over
with. She didn't want to be the one to end it, though. She was
hoping for one last sexual encounter with him. One last time that
she could remember as her last. "What are you up to today?"
"Well, I was thinking about going diving, but it's a little
late to go down to Monterey, and my buddy's busy with his
girlfriend. They're working things out. I'll probably go for a
ride on the bike later. Want to go?"
"I can just see me on the back of that bike. The tires would
go flat! No, you go ahead."
Steve moved over to the couch with her so that he could share
the papers. Once again, she noted that sweet ridge at his waist,
just above his hipbone, and imagined her fingers caressing it as
they kissed. She would move her mouth down to that ridge and run
her tongue along it, then down to where she could get a real
mouthful. How she loved to suck cock! Licking and nibbling her
way down to the balls before taking each one into her mouth and
sliding her tongue around it before letting it out again. She
shook herself out of her reverie and went back to the funnies.
"No really," Steve insisted later. "Come on and try it... just
around the block." He stood there next to the gleaming machine, in
his leathers, looking so sexy and unreal. Julie climbed onto the
back of the bike, and gingerly wrapped her arms around his waist.
He could feel her breasts as they pressed against him, and he
carefully took off down the street, getting used to the weight of
a passenger before turning the corner.
"Hey, you said just around the block!" Julie shouted through
his helmet. He pretended not to hear as he steered toward the
country road. On and on they travled, further up the mountain side
until they reached the parking area of a small state park.
Stopping the bike and climbing off, Steve removed his helmet and
helped Julie with hers. "You said just around the block, " she
repeated with a smile.
"So I lied. Are you sorry?"
"No, actually it's fun, and the tires didn't pop!" Julie
answered him and walked over to a water fountain for a drink.
Steve locked the bike up and followed her as she strolled up
through the park. They stopped at a picnic table and just sat and
watched the other people enjoying the day. "We should have brought
a picnic lunch with us." She wasn't hungry, but it was something
to say.
"I've got something for you to munch on," Steve teased
suggestively. "And you've got your own lunch box I could eat
from."
"Don't tempt me, guy. I love weenies, and just might take a
bite out of that one." Julie quipped before catching herself.
This was very hard.... very hard.
Steve, brushed his hand against the nape of her neck and
leaned closer. "Are you sure you'd bite it?" He nuzzled the back
of her neck and breathed warm air into her ear.
Her arms immediately went into goosebumps as she felt herself
melt. There was that tightening in the groin again. His lips were
moving across her throat and up to her jawline. They swept across
her cheek. A few more seconds and he'd be... Kiss! Oh what a
kiss! It lingered on forever and and was so short. He pulled away
slightly to look into her eyes, then covered her mouth again, deep
and passionate in his caress. His arms held her close
possessively, and he felt her arms against his back, her hands
holding his shoulders.
Back to the bike, back to the house, back to the couch. How
did they get there? More kisses and whispers on the couch, then he
dissappeared into his room, only to emerge with his leathers down
around his hips again, hair tousled by her hands. His hands
touching her through her clothing, massaging, pulling her shirt and
bra up out of the way. His lips on her breasts, teeth on her
nipples. His tongue tracing it's way down to her bellybutton. Her
belly quaking, her body vibrating with desire as he pulled her
slacks down off her legs and moved between her legs, licking and
nibbling her inner thighs moving closer to her hot, wet box.
The first tentative touch of his tongue sent shivers through
her whole body, and she jumped with the electricity of it. His
lips and tongue moved slowly around in circles moving further and
further into the wet folds of her pussy. As he licked and sucked
she longed to do the same to his hard cock.
She gently pushed his face away from her groin, and reaching
down, pulled the leathers down to his knees. Making him sit back,
she crawled between his legs where she could worship at the shrine
of cock. Bending her head down she teased the head of his cock
with her tongue, sticking the tip of her tongue into the hole at
the end of his penis, then circling it with her lips, she took as
much of his hard member into her mouth and moved down, then up
again to the tip. Nibbling her way down the underside of his dick,
she licked his hairy balls, then took one into her mouth where she
rolled it around and slid her tongue all over it.
As much as Steve enjoyed this, he wanted back into that box,
and gently extracted himself from her ministrations.
"Lets go into my bedroom." Julie whispered huskily, and led
him down the hallway. Steve removed the leathers completely and
directed her to lie on her back so that he could eat some more. As
he licked and sucked, her moans grew stronger, and she squirmed on
the bed unable to control her movements. He stopped a moment to
slide the condom he had brought out of his room onto his hard cock,
then went back to licking.
Julie soon begged him to put his cock inside her, and he
obliged by sliding it into her wet cunt with one motion, and
pumping it in and out a few times. He couldn't believe the heat
radiating from her excited box. He went back to licking her pussy
a short while before sliding his cock in again. He did this over
and over until she was wild with desire.
Finally, he asked her to turn over and get on her knees.
While he was out of her, she continued to stimulate her clit with
her fingers. The view from behind was just like that from the
window earlier, only closer. He couldn't help himself as he leaned
forward and licked her clit and fingers as she continued to rub.
Then he slid his throbbing cock into her heat once more and began
to pump. Her ass slapped against his belly just as he had
imagined, and yes, that was his name he heard on her lips as her
cunt contracted around his dick.
Later, as he withdrew his spent cock he inspected the condom,
half believing that it had melted from the heat of her pussy, but
no, it was still intact. He rolled over and took her in his arms,
studying her face, and saw that the sadness and anger that had been
there that morning, had been replaced with a peaceful smile. "Oh,
that was so good," Julie murmured.
"Can we do it again sometime?" Steve asked into her hair.
"Let me get my day planner." Julie teased, "I think I have
some time open next week.
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