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I woke early. I had not slept well, worried my new lover wouldn’t return. During the night I would get up and fuss over what to wear, which panties would best show my charms, and which perfume would tease a woman. How was I supposed to know?
Then it was back to bed for a thorough frigging, a few minutes of sleep, then back to the closet and intimates drawer. I needed a cold shower and a hot coffee.
Well, I got to work operating about 90%. That would have to do. It was ten minutes before seven, and I was already buttering my panty gusset. I really can’t remember when I was so aware of my pussy. In truth it’s been more of a nuisance than anything, but yesterday, and now again today, it was the center of my world.
I did what I could to stay busy, and keep my mind on other things than great sex without working up a sweat.
It was one past seven. Shit.
At two past seven, my Venus tapped at the door. I let her in. She had on a short, loose skirt and a cute blouse. Simple flat shoes, a bangle or two, and no make up. Some women just didn’t need to even try to be beautiful.
She handed me a coffee and gave me a kiss.
“Good morning!” she smiled. “You look very nice,”
“As do you,” I responded.
My Venus browsed the paintings and frames as she sipped her coffee.
“I hardly slept a wink thinking of you,” she admitted. “That’s never happened before.”
I locked the door and double-checked the blinds were secure, just in case I pounced on this little cutie right here in the showroom.
“Well, then we’re at the same disadvantage,” I smiled.
My Venus set her coffee on the counter, leaned her pretty bottom against is and gave me a pussy-melting smile.
“My name is Orielle by the way,” she said.
Great name. Really fit her femme mystique.
“Bere,” I told her. “Dutch.”
“I have not heard that name before,” she admitted. “Very pretty.”
A few awkward moments passed, and I was beginning to worry this morning would pass with just salutations. She sensed it too and went for the king-kong of ice breakers.
“I have had my shower and my coffee. All I’m missing is a morning kiss.”
She lifted her skirt to reveal that delicious, pink muffin of hers. I think she must have gotten a real thrill out of having women on their knees in front of her. Who was I to disappoint? She did, after all, bring me coffee.
I knelt in front of her and kissed her pussy good morning. That sweet hyacinth scent filled my nostrils and head again, sending me swooning.
“Your kisses are very nice,” she purred.
She took up her coffee and sipped, smiled as she watched me adore her sex with more kisses.
“Wait,” she whispered and pulled her pussy away from me. She then turned around and bent over the counter. I knew what my spoiled little Venus wanted.
I leaned in and put several kisses on her anus. Her little moans told me she appreciated the pleasure. After a good twenty kisses and a few tastes, she turned back around and pulled me to my feet. We locked in a long and heartfelt embrace.
“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear as she kissed my neck.
“Any time,” I responded. And I meant it. She could walk in here any time, any day and ask me to kiss her pussy, and I would drop whatever it is I’m doing to oblige her. I had to smile to myself as I ran a few scenarios through my mind. No doubt I’d be up again tonight with a finger or two in my own pussy thinking up even more: stopping by on her way to a job interview, and she needed her nerves calmed. I’d kiss her pussy for her, and she’d be off. Or maybe during a lunch break from work, she would dash over for some pussy and rosebud adorations.
Her silky voice broke my silly thoughts.
“May I kiss yours?” she asked with her lips brushing over my ears.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I joked as I took a step back.
She nudged me back against the counter, kissed me on the lips, then knelt in front of me. I felt like I was ready to have one of those premature ejaculations that men fear. The way she lifted my dress and gazed at my panties unleashed a flood of emotions and desire I have never felt, and I was certain all I needed was one kiss from this beautiful woman and I would empty my ovaries.
She blew a few gusts of air over my silk-covered sex. Exquisite. She could walk out the door right now, and would be content.
After a few more little gusts, she leaned in and inhaled me. No shame. No trying to cover what she was doing. Just set her nose against my gusset and inhaled. Jesus, that was erotic.
“Who have you been thinking about?” she asked with a coy smile.
All I could do was smile and run my fingers through her hair. Should be obvious I thought.
Well, just when I thought things could not get any more wonderful, she started to masturbate while sniffing my wet silk. As she took deep breaths of me, her fingers danced over her clitty and slipped into her sex until she reached a little death that had her face pressed firmly against me for support. She later confessed to me that the combination of pussy and silk had some kind of magical effect on her. She also admitted it was hard to find someone who would let her just wallow selfishly in the aromas.
We’ll get into all our agreements later.
After her orgasm, she covered me in kisses. My thighs, the exposed tummy flesh above my panty waistline, my pussy and my hips. She was really enjoying herself. I was enjoying her as well.
“Turn around,” She instructed.
I really liked her tone when she did that. Who could refuse? I turned my bottom to her and sucked in a deep breath at the anticipation of what might be in store for me.
First thing she did was to unzip and remove my skirt. Now it was just thin silk between her kisses and my naked flesh.
She kissed the backs of my thighs and the dimples peeking out over my panties. She then gave me a few kisses on the silk covering my cheeks, then gathered that silk up and tugged it into my crack. My cheeks were now naked for her gaze.
I jumped a little when she kissed the bare flesh the first time. My whole spine was tingling. I think I may have even giggled a little.
Orielle nudged me forward, and I bent over for her. Again with the no shame. She stuck her nose up into my crack and inhaled me. Deep, deep breaths of my most intimate of places. Two days ago, and with some man doing the same, I would have been more than just a little uncomfortable. But here today, all I could think to do was reach back and pull her in deeper.
I guess I wasn’t supposed to do that. She bit the exposed bare flesh right next to my anus. I yelped a little, wishing she would do that again. She did, then pulled the bunched silk aside and kissed my rose. Talk about an electric shock.
She turned me around and pulled my panties down and off. She sat back on her haunches, nudged my legs apart, and gave my sex a very approving smile.
“Beautiful,” she whispered, then leaned and smothered me with kisses.
One thing is for certain. No man had ever made my pussy feel so pretty or so happy.
Orielle opened me with her fingers and exposed my clitoris. She looked up at me, winked, then put her tongue to work. My god, what an intense pleasure. It was nothing I had ever felt before. Her kisses and her tongue knew exactly where to find my hot spots, and it wasn’t long before I spilled my girl cream.
Unlike me, Orielle didn’t drink it all up. After swallowing the first spoonful, she rubbed her face in my pink, coating her perfect skin with me. Did she never run out of surprises?
“Can you lay down?” she then asked, licking the rest of me off her lips.
With weak knees I managed a few steps before settling on the floor. I leaned back on my elbows and opened my legs for her, eager to know what was next.
She stood over me and did a slow strip. Skirt first, then the blouse and bra. Her breasts were perfect, and topped with dark pink nipples. She then knelt between my legs, gave my pussy one more kiss, then set her pubis against my clitoris and began to hump me.
I might add I also have a prominent mound, putting my clitoris right up front. Her bumps were right on target.
Orielle is a strong woman. She held herself up with her arms and humped me like a man would. I reached around and grabbed onto her bottom, then pushed back to meet her humps.
We were actually fucking. No cocks. No strap-ons. No gadgets. Just two women fucking with our mons’ and clits. It was all I needed.
I settled in and let the pure pleasure of the moment take control of my body. I closed my eyes. I could smell her sweet skin, her wet pussy, and her sweat. I just let her have me.
After some exquisite moments, Orielle lay on top of me, reached under and cupped my bottom, then used the leverage to really put some pressure between my legs. I thought to myself she could open a school and teach men how to fuck. This was just so perfect, and I didn’t miss being filled with cock for a minute.
I started to cum, and it was going to be a doozy. Orielle sensed my body’s signals and picked up the pace, then brought her hands around to stroke my face, I reached between us and held her breasts as I began to squirt. Jesus, I came so hard it scared me. I can’t remember if I screamed, bit, snorted, scratched, or whatever. When I woke up, Orielle was kissing my lips and eyes, and whispering she loved me in my ears.
I began to weep.
Oreille slid off me and lay by my side. We held each other for a long and silent moment.
“I need to get going,” she pouted. “Class starts in twenty minutes.”
I sat up and shook the cobwebs out.
“I don’t suppose I can bed you properly sometime?” I asked, imagining this beauty in my king-sized bed.
“Phone number?” she asked as she got dressed.
I stood on shaky knees and pulled my panties on.
“Let me write it down for you,” I offered.
“I have a terrific memory,” she bragged.
I zipped up my skirt and read out my number. She nodded that she had it.
“Do you need to wash up?” I asked.
She shook her head no.
I could just see her walking around on campus with our combined scents wafting where ever she went. The thought was exhilarating. Let all those cute college boys get a whiff of me, and wonder where in hell it’s coming from. Maybe even a few of the young ladies will perk up as well. Who knows. Two days ago I would never have given it a thought. Now I wanted to pee on every tree in town, and let the world know my sexual self has had an awakening.
Orielle and I gazed at one another in silence a few seconds. I was in love with her. There was no denying it.
“I have a rather difficult exam today. One kiss for luck?” she smiled.
She lifted her hem just enough to show a pink and swollen pussy. I knelt and gave it one lingering kiss for luck, then stood to kiss her goodbye.
After a short embrace she stepped toward the door, waved a sweet goodbye, and was gone.
Hope she calls,
*****
A.W.
*****
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