Ladies Can The part6
legs that just do not quit. Her mind is certainly of Mensa quality, and her
approach was the biggest turn-on I’ve had since getting my own degree. The fact
that she was above average in physical attributes was a nice bonus, but hardly
necessary under the circumstances.
“Lady, I would be proud and honored to kiss you good-night with your thighs
caressing my ears.” We both pushed her slacks down, so fast that she almost got
a friction burn. Her hands hung coyly at her sides, and I carefully examined a
soft, full delta of strawberry blonde hair.
“Strawberry blonde?” I mused; the hair on her head was definitely chestnut,
an unusual combination.
“My one physical vanity, Daniel … you’re the only other person in this
state who knows my true hair color. I don’t like the way my skin gets along
with my hair color, so I dye the hair.”
“Suits me; I like contrast, and I’ve always wanted to kiss a red-head.”
So saying, I eased her back onto the counter, her slacks under her to insulate
against industrial-cold tile.
“Say, don’t they have security cameras here?”
“Think about it, Daniel: who monitors the rest rooms? On camera? Who can
they trust to keep things honest and not get sued?”
“Well, I guess it seems pretty tough …”
“… and I pumped Joel for the details one night. A lot of the erstwhile
heat sensors are miniature cameras, but there is NO surveillance in the head.
Speaking of which, I believe you were about to give me some … ?”
Her legs opened slowly, and I moved up to get a better view. The thighs
parted, and the definition of her rose-gold pussy was public knowledge between
the two of us. The labia began to part, and I let this be a spectator sport no
more. With a gasp of pleasure from her mouth, a moan of satisfaction from mine,
I dove in headlong with both feet, tongue busy anywhere and everywhere, as the
heady aroma of a sweet woman’s most natural fluids filled my nostrils.
For some reason, I recalled the words of Joey Harris on “My Two Dads”:
“No, no technique; I just go psycho.” Dear reader, that’s how it was. I lost
all rational control, trying to simultaneously insinuate my tongue all the way
to the back of her navel, suck her clitoris at least as far as my upper palate,
and vibrate my lips over the whole of her outer labia. Although I didn’t give
a damn, I was sure that I was hard as a rock. First things first, though, and
second things maybe not at all: for now, I was going to use everything that two
older women had taught me, and return Debbie’s investment in this little esca-
pade a hundredfold. She was going to soak my beard, or my tongue would damned
well fall off from trying and lay on the floor for the early shift to clean up.
From her reaction, I gathered that at least the initial foray was a massive
success. She made more noise than I was comfortable with, but I was not about
to come up for a check. If anyone heard and would walk in on us, they would
find me true to my calling, at my post to the very end. For now, my post was
to give Debbie any and all pleasure I could. Our position was somewhat awkward
for running my hands up to her breasts (I know for sure; I did it, and almost
pulled a muscle trying to keep them there), so I did my best to focus on the
center of the universe: a woman’s crotch during any congress with a man whatso-
ever.
…End of the part6. To be continued..
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