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Red in bed
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A while back, I was a member on America Online. I answered a personal ad
from a woman going by the login of "SuzieHot" who wanted to share sexy
stories via e-mail.
Here's one of the stories I wrote for her. She was a redhead and this
story was in her honor. I called it "Better Red in Bed."
Better Red in Bed
Why do I like redheads so much? Well, maybe the story
that follows can explain it.
Actually, I grew up hating red hair. I had several bratty
red haired cousins, so from the earliest time that I can
remember, I associated red hair with them. I was also
embarrassed during the second grade when a red haired
girl named Renee wanted me to sit next to her. At that
time I didn't care much for girls. (Boy, have I changed!)
Anyway, I was about 27 or so before I learned to love red
hair; or as I like to think of it: "Better Red In Bed!" How
did this marvelous transformation occur? I owe it all to
my six-year-old niece, herself a redhead. (Keep reading,
nothing nasty with my niece).
My half-sister lived about forty miles away from me. At
the time, we both lived in Massachusetts and our
respective families lived in Colorado and Arizona, so we
were sort of thrown together by the fact that we were
only family close enough to visit once in a while. I tried
playing the doting uncle for her kids; taking the boys to a
Red Sox game once in a while.
One weekend, a friend grabbed some tickets to a game
and had one extra. I called my sister and suggested that
since I'd already taken the boys, that I should take my
niece, Valerie, this time. Well, being only six at the time,
Valerie didn't care much for the game, but had a lot of
fun talking me into buying her stuff.
The game ran into extra innings and it was really late
when we got out of the stadium. I called my sister and
suggested that Valerie could stay the night with me and
I'd bring her home the next day. Valerie thought the idea
of a sleep over was great. On the way home, we stopped
at the grocery store because, being single and all, I didn't
really have anything at home a six-year-old would want
to eat.
We were in the ceral aisle arguing about what brand of
sugar coated cereal to buy when I turned my back one
moment. I turned around and Valerie was gone! I hurried
down the aisle and looked around. There, not twenty feet
away, in front of the produce section, she was talking
with a woman. A gorgous, red-haired goddess in spandex.
"I have red hair too," Valerie was telling the woman. The
woman was amused.
"I'm terribly sorry," I apologized as I walked up. "I turned
my back one minute..."
"Don't worry about it," the woman said, "She wasn't
bothering me."
I gathered Valerie up and headed back to my cart. I spent
most of the rest of the time in the store trying to
explain to her why she shouldn't go running off and
talking to strangers.
Well, to make a long story shorter, I had a good time that
weekend with my niece. Although she was a bit of a
terror around her brothers, by herself, she was a sweet
and wonderful kid.
About two weeks later, I was attending a weekend
retreat sponsored by my company. We went to one of the
ski resorts and spent most of the time talking about
productivity and quality, you know, stuff like that. I was
scheduled to take a week of vacation following the
seminars, so I decided to stay for a few days at the ski
lodge and enjoy the fresh air and scenery.
The first night alone in the lodge, I went down to the bar
to unwind and relax after a day of hiking. It was sort of
crowded. I bought a drink and headed for a empty table.
Just as I sat my drink down on the table another person
did the same. I looked up and stared into the most
beautiful green eyes. "Remember me?" she said.
"You!" It was the redhead from the grocery store.
We decided to share the table, since there were no others
available.
"How's your little girl?" she asked.
"Oh, you mean my niece. I'm single and don't have any
children."
"That's a shame, you seemed to be so good with children."
She introduced herself. Her name was Sarah. After a
little small talk, we began to get to know each other.
Sarah told me that she thought men who were good with
children were really sexy. I couldn't believe it, she was
coming on to me.
Well, we spent the night in the bar, drinking and talking
and dancing. Sarah had a tight, lean body and large firm
tits. I especially enjoyed the way she pressed up against
me when we danced.
The bars close at 2:00 am in Massachusetts but we were
still wide awake, talking and getting to know each other,
so Sarah and I headed to my room. On the way up, we
ordered from room service.
In the room, we spent a few more minutes talking and
then, after room service brought our drinks and some
food to snack on, we laid on the bed and began necking
and kissing and touching all over.
Before I knew it, we were both naked and I could see
Sarah's body in it's fully unclothed glory. She had
freckles across her tits and shoulders, and down her
arms. She had a full bush covering her pussy and even had
hair on her legs. She explained that she had really
sensitive skin and couldn't stand to shave. As she
explained this, she held up her arm to brush her hair from
her eyes and I could see a bright red tuft under her arm
as well.
Sarah was worried that I'd be turned off by all the hair,
but I was actually turned on by it. It was something
totally different.
We laid naked on the bed and touched each other and
eventually got into a really hot 69. Sarah had the most
wonderful pussy. Beneath all the hair, there was a hugh
clit that she loved to have sucked. Her mouth felt
wonderful on my dick as she slowly rolled her tongue
around the head of it.
"Fuck me," she said. I moved around and slid into her wet
pussy. I don't know if my dick would have found her cunt
through all that hair expect for the slick path I'd made by
licking her. We kissed and I let her taste herself on my
mouth. Her pussy was really tight and curved just right
to match the shape of my dick. I was in heaven. I buried
my face into her long red hair and pumped away.
By now, Sarah was moaning in my ear. "Come inside me,"
she said. "Give me your cream." This put me over the edge
and I shot off inside her tight red haired pussy.
We laid on the bed, panting and trying to catch our
breathes. We started nibbling on the tray of food beside
the bed. Being summer, there was a large bowl of fresh
strawberries. As we fed each other strawberries and
cream, Sarah got this really nasty grin on her face.
"I love strawberries and cream," she said. She took one of
the strawberries and licked the end of it with her tongue.
The cream came off onto her tongue and she swallowed it
down. "Ummm, I love cream," she said. "But, I think I like
this cream better." She took the strawberry and ran it
down between her legs. A glob of my cum covered the
strawberry as she popped it into her mouth.
She took another strawberry, and instead of dipping it
into the whipped cream, Sarah slid it into her pussy!
"Do you like strawberries and cream?" she asked me.
"Yeah," I told her. She laid back and spread her legs. "Eat
my strawberry cunt," she said. "Lick up that cream."
Well, needless to say, I learned to love the taste of
strawberries that night. And the taste of my own cum
fresh from a hot pussy.
Now, I have a hard time (no pun intended) passing the
produce section in a grocery store without thinking of
Sarah. I often buy a pint of strawberries and lovingly eat
each one, thinking of her beautify red pussy hair, her
tight pussy hole, and remember how sweet that night
was.
Someday, when she's old enough, I might tell my niece
this story. And someday, maybe I'll meet another redhead
that can turn me on the way Sarah did. Until then, I can
only hope for "Better Red in Bed."
DISCLAIMER: I did not write this story, nor do I condone its actions.
These files were archived several months ago, it is now time to kill
the archive, I am posting and then deleting these files. requests
for reposting will be ignored. - These stories belong to whomever they
belong to. enjoy!
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