Julie part2
I slowly unzipped her skirt and reached up inside it to grasp her firm
buttocks, squeezing strongly. Julie sighed and thrust her pelvis gently into
the bed. Lifting her midsection slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly
removed my own jeans, but left my underwear. Her g-string, slightly damp from
sweat and arousal, went next, and she was completely naked.
Under the soft light, without the blare of music and flashing flights of
the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her skin was tanned golden, smooth and
unmarked but for thin strips of pale skin around her hips and upper back, which
I knew extended around her small breasts. Her hair was a maize color, darker
and richer than the typical blonde, and her face, which I could see in profile,
was sorority-girl cute, with the button nose and pouty lower lip. She looked
much less wanton in repose than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips
curled in a small smile. She wasn’t a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more
than I had thought. It could have been the head trip I was experiencing, I
don’t know. I didn’t care.
I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and softly massage
her back and shoulders, occasionally working my way down the jut of of her
cute butt and down her legs. Periodic sighs and squirmings told me I was doing
things right. It was wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands
over her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the resiliency of
good muscle tone and athleticism.
I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but I didn’t want
her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something else.
“You like this, baby?” I asked her gently. She murmured an assent. “Good.
Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something.” I slipped off the bed
and hopped barefoot into her kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the
long, thin kind) or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the
drying rack by the sink.
Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good
cliche now and then. All the time if its a really good one. I dashed back to
my reposing dancer.
“Mmmm, you’re back,” she murmured drowsily, feeling my weight settle onto
the bed. “Now what?”
“Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We’ve more yet to do.” I helped
her shift onto her back, and she settled down with another one of those cute
wiggles I liked. And she kept her eyes closed, arms folded almost demurely at
her belly button. It was a great view, her small breasts barely flattening
back against her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently,
with just a little tongue, while I did so.
It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice banana, really) I
pressed it firmly into the pinkish nipple. Julie gasped, and the nipple ins-
tantly popped erect. Its twin on her left breast followed suit. But otherwise
she remained still, except for a slight arch of her back and some shivers. I
ran the ice all over her right breast, getting it covered with a sheen of
liquid, while she drew her breath in sudden gasps. Shifting to place myself
between her legs, which she obligingly spread and then raised her knees, I
slipped off my underwear and lay down over her lower body, pressing my lower
chest into her sparse, trimmed pussy hair, and took as much of her left breast
into my mouth as I could, sucking gently and running my tongue over the
nipple. It’s spongy firmness was wonderful. She sighed and placed her hands
on my head, running her fingers through my hair, her nails on my scalp.
I switched to the other tit, and this time stuck the remaining ice in my
mouth. The hot/cold dichotomy really got to her, and she muttered, “Oh God,
that’s good–Jesus!!”
That last came when I suddenly increased the force of my sucking tremend-
ously, as though I were trying to inhale her tit. I kept it up for a bit while
she writhed about on the bed, making small sounds of pleasure, and rubbing her
legs along my sides. The skin was very smooth.
Leaving behind the reddened, slightly swollen breast, I moved down her
body, licking and sucking at bits of her taut skin. I poked her belly button
and she jerked, then sighed. “You’re making me crazy…” Well, that WAS the
point…
I detoured around her pussy, coming close but not doing anything more than
breath lightly on it, feeling her tense up whenever I’d move closer for a mo-
ment. I kissed and licked my way up her perfumed legs from her knees, linger-
ing a long time at her inner thighs. Right at the juncture of her leg and hip
she kept a small heart-shaped tan mark. She jokingly called it her “heart-on.”
Silly, but I found it cute on her. I spent a good five minutes suckling on
that small area, while running my hands along her torso.
She kept trying to rub her moist seam up against my arm, but I only allowed
the most glancing of touches. Finally, she groaned, “Oh, please stop teasing
me! I need it!”
I moved up and kissed her again. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want–need you to do me. Lick me.”
“Lick you where?” This shyness of hers was pretty odd, but kind of a
turn-on anyway. “TELL me what you want.”
She swallowed hard and looked me in the eye. “I want you to lick my pussy
and suck my clit. I want you to lick me until I come. Please.”
I smiled, the words sending a thrill through my semi-hard cock. I leaned
down and kissed her again, harder. She sighed into the kiss, her tongue thrust-
ing into my mouth, her hands roaming over my body, stroking my dick, which I
…End of the part2. To be continued..
Julie part2
I slowly unzipped her skirt and reached up inside it to grasp her firm
buttocks, squeezing strongly. Julie sighed and thrust her pelvis gently into
the bed. Lifting her midsection slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly
removed my own jeans, but left my underwear. Her g-string, slightly damp from
sweat and arousal, went next, and she was completely naked.
Under the soft light, without the blare of music and flashing flights of
the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her skin was tanned golden, smooth and
unmarked but for thin strips of pale skin around her hips and upper back, which
I knew extended around her small breasts. Her hair was a maize color, darker
and richer than the typical blonde, and her face, which I could see in profile,
was sorority-girl cute, with the button nose and pouty lower lip. She looked
much less wanton in repose than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips
curled in a small smile. She wasn’t a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more
than I had thought. It could have been the head trip I was experiencing, I
don’t know. I didn’t care.
I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and softly massage
her back and shoulders, occasionally working my way down the jut of of her
cute butt and down her legs. Periodic sighs and squirmings told me I was doing
things right. It was wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands
over her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the resiliency of
good muscle tone and athleticism.
I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but I didn’t want
her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something else.
“You like this, baby?” I asked her gently. She murmured an assent. “Good.
Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something.” I slipped off the bed
and hopped barefoot into her kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the
long, thin kind) or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the
drying rack by the sink.
Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good
cliche now and then. All the time if its a really good one. I dashed back to
my reposing dancer.
“Mmmm, you’re back,” she murmured drowsily, feeling my weight settle onto
the bed. “Now what?”
“Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We’ve more yet to do.” I helped
her shift onto her back, and she settled down with another one of those cute
wiggles I liked. And she kept her eyes closed, arms folded almost demurely at
her belly button. It was a great view, her small breasts barely flattening
back against her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently,
with just a little tongue, while I did so.
It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice banana, really) I
pressed it firmly into the pinkish nipple. Julie gasped, and the nipple ins-
tantly popped erect. Its twin on her left breast followed suit. But otherwise
she remained still, except for a slight arch of her back and some shivers. I
ran the ice all over her right breast, getting it covered with a sheen of
liquid, while she drew her breath in sudden gasps. Shifting to place myself
between her legs, which she obligingly spread and then raised her knees, I
slipped off my underwear and lay down over her lower body, pressing my lower
chest into her sparse, trimmed pussy hair, and took as much of her left breast
into my mouth as I could, sucking gently and running my tongue over the
nipple. It’s spongy firmness was wonderful. She sighed and placed her hands
on my head, running her fingers through my hair, her nails on my scalp.
I switched to the other tit, and this time stuck the remaining ice in my
mouth. The hot/cold dichotomy really got to her, and she muttered, “Oh God,
that’s good–Jesus!!”
That last came when I suddenly increased the force of my sucking tremend-
ously, as though I were trying to inhale her tit. I kept it up for a bit while
she writhed about on the bed, making small sounds of pleasure, and rubbing her
legs along my sides. The skin was very smooth.
Leaving behind the reddened, slightly swollen breast, I moved down her
body, licking and sucking at bits of her taut skin. I poked her belly button
and she jerked, then sighed. “You’re making me crazy…” Well, that WAS the
point…
I detoured around her pussy, coming close but not doing anything more than
breath lightly on it, feeling her tense up whenever I’d move closer for a mo-
ment. I kissed and licked my way up her perfumed legs from her knees, linger-
ing a long time at her inner thighs. Right at the juncture of her leg and hip
she kept a small heart-shaped tan mark. She jokingly called it her “heart-on.”
Silly, but I found it cute on her. I spent a good five minutes suckling on
that small area, while running my hands along her torso.
She kept trying to rub her moist seam up against my arm, but I only allowed
the most glancing of touches. Finally, she groaned, “Oh, please stop teasing
me! I need it!”
I moved up and kissed her again. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want–need you to do me. Lick me.”
“Lick you where?” This shyness of hers was pretty odd, but kind of a
turn-on anyway. “TELL me what you want.”
She swallowed hard and looked me in the eye. “I want you to lick my pussy
and suck my clit. I want you to lick me until I come. Please.”
I smiled, the words sending a thrill through my semi-hard cock. I leaned
down and kissed her again, harder. She sighed into the kiss, her tongue thrust-
ing into my mouth, her hands roaming over my body, stroking my dick, which I
…End of the part2. To be continued..
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