Ladies Can The part5
I came out of my stall, relieved to be almost totally out of what could have
been a very touchy situation, happy to have found a new friend for these late-
night sessions. I walked up to the open sink and turned to thank her reflec-
tion for the silly courtesy.
My words caught in my throat. She was smiling directly at my reflection,
washing her hands, as if she were totally unaware that the front of her blouse
was fully open, her brassiere hanging limply inside. Though they were hardly
perfect for an X-rated movie, the two tender breasts that were half-exposed
were easily the best sight I’d seen all night.
“Like I said, I’m sorry I interrupted your mood.” Her wicked grin left only
the depth of her apology to the imagination. “Want to get back into it? My
stuff is in the batch queue, too.”
“God, I hope there’s a high load tonight!” I turned toward her.
“Tut, tut, Daniel! Wash your hands before you eat!”
That left one less question unanswered. I was stunned, totally stunned,
ready for just the short titillation and then privacy, or anything more
involved. Whee! A little midnight snack!
I washed my hands quite thoroughly, and Debbie came over to help me dry them.
Leading me back to the sinks, she hopped up to sit on one, and drew my head down
to taste her now-erect nipples. We let out complementary sighs of pleasure.
Her hands played over my hair, down the sides of my face, twirled a few random
beard hairs into my ear. As I warmed up to the task at hand, the hands wandered
inside my shirt, freeing one or two unnecessary buttons, softly stroking the mat
of black hair that grows there for no particular reason.
She found my left nipple and tweaked it playfully, giggling at my yelp. You
see, I have fantastically sensitive nipples for a guy. Any woman who can do a
credible job of sucking nipples can have me at full erection and half out of
control within five minutes. That’s how my second lover seduced me on our first
date. She started licking my chest, hit the nipples, and I was putty in her
hands. She took full advantage of the situation, and took me right there on the
couch in her law office, with the senior partner briefing his brains out three
offices away.
“You like, or is that a one-time-only?”
“I like, I melt, but get your requests in early. Too much stimulation, and
I’m good for nothing but being taken advantage of.”
“I’ll keep that in mind; wouldn’t want you to go away with eating properly.”
“Meaning?”
She hopped off the counter for a moment and opened her zipper. “I want to
get your beard all smelly. With your permission, of course.”
I’ve mentioned before that Debbie is not your classic lady who folds in two
places. However, beauty and ugly are only skin deep; we were about to get below
that level. Debbie is clean, decidedly of the sex opposite mine, and she has
…End of the part5. To be continued..
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