enthusiasm waned. I stopped dead in my tracks. “I sure hope she got some skills. There’s nothing worse than getting all excited about the act and have to lay around rock hard, waiting to see if she can finish the job. And I sure hope she’s not a nibbler. Ain’t nothing in the world worse than a nibbler.”
When I got back to the room the lights were out, lit only by the television, with no sound. The radio was tuned to the Quiet Storm on V103 and the shower was running. I causally fixed the drinks in the motel-issued plastic cups and got undressed. Then I grabbed the cups and went into the bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain and joined her. She was a little caught off guard by my sudden appearance. I handed the cup to her and we stood there sipping Alizé and looking each other up and down. I didn’t know about her, but I was thoroughly impressed with what was standing before me. And my impression was obvious.
“Hmm,” she said. “I hope you taste as good as you look.” She stepped away from the water and proceeded to pour Alizé across my chest; it quickly dripped down to my impression. She ran her tongue across my nipples and worked her way down to my impression.
Showtime, I thought. Time to see if she was a nibbler. She bent her knees slightly, caressing my hardness with both hands. She began to kiss the head.
“Damn, another nibbler,” I mumbled.
And then she proceeded to take it all in.
I was in ecstasy.
I grabbed the curtain rod to steady myself.
There was no more question—this women definitely had skills.
Right then and there, I knew I was through.
After what seemed like an eternity, we got out of the shower. We slowly dried off one another, each of us exploring the other’s body, with the towel, our hands and our eyes. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the Alizé, I don’t know, but it seemed as though her touch made my head spin. I felt a rush of warmth when she kissed me; like it was all happening in slow motion. I felt myself losing control of the situation, so I pulled away. “You wouldn’t happen to have any baby oil, would you?”
“No. I don’t usually carry baby oil around with me. But I do have some lotion,” Vanessa said, walking toward her purse. She dug around and pulled out a small bottle of lotion. She held it out in front of her as she walked slowing back toward me.
“Why, you wanna put some on me?”
I took the bottle from her and she sat on the edge of the bed. I kneeled down on the floor and poured a little lotion on her legs. I rubbed the lotion in slowly, then began massaging her calves, and did the same to her thighs, exploring with my tongue until I felt her body shake. Now she knew I had skills too.
I kissed her inner thighs and then tasted the wetness between them. Vanessa held my head in place as my tongue slithered along her lips, making circles around her clit. I used my fingers to hold her lips apart and slid my tongue inside her. I licked her with the tip of my tongue. I pulled back the foreskin around her clit and held it while I licked my finger and began to gently massage it.
I made tight circles around her clit while I moved my finger in and out of her pussy. “That feels good.”
I sat next to her on the bed, applying lotion to her arms and chest. Vanessa took the bottle from me. “Lay down on your back. Let me do you,” she said.
I smiled my reply and again, I quickly complied with her wishes. Vanessa knelt on the bed next to me. She poured the lotion into her hands and rubbed them together. She began to massage my thigh gently. She straddled my torso as I looked on with great anticipation. She slide down on me, I exhaled. She moved slowly up and down, then in circles. She reached for the lotion and poured it across my chest and began to rub it in with her fingertips. Once she had covered my chest, she leaned forward and kissed me. She moved from side to side, rubbing her chest across mine, in beat with the music. The sensation I felt
When I got back to the room the lights were out, lit only by the television, with no sound. The radio was tuned to the Quiet Storm on V103 and the shower was running. I causally fixed the drinks in the motel-issued plastic cups and got undressed. Then I grabbed the cups and went into the bathroom. I pulled back the shower curtain and joined her. She was a little caught off guard by my sudden appearance. I handed the cup to her and we stood there sipping Alizé and looking each other up and down. I didn’t know about her, but I was thoroughly impressed with what was standing before me. And my impression was obvious.
“Hmm,” she said. “I hope you taste as good as you look.” She stepped away from the water and proceeded to pour Alizé across my chest; it quickly dripped down to my impression. She ran her tongue across my nipples and worked her way down to my impression.
Showtime, I thought. Time to see if she was a nibbler. She bent her knees slightly, caressing my hardness with both hands. She began to kiss the head.
“Damn, another nibbler,” I mumbled.
And then she proceeded to take it all in.
I was in ecstasy.
I grabbed the curtain rod to steady myself.
There was no more question—this women definitely had skills.
Right then and there, I knew I was through.
After what seemed like an eternity, we got out of the shower. We slowly dried off one another, each of us exploring the other’s body, with the towel, our hands and our eyes. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the Alizé, I don’t know, but it seemed as though her touch made my head spin. I felt a rush of warmth when she kissed me; like it was all happening in slow motion. I felt myself losing control of the situation, so I pulled away. “You wouldn’t happen to have any baby oil, would you?”
“No. I don’t usually carry baby oil around with me. But I do have some lotion,” Vanessa said, walking toward her purse. She dug around and pulled out a small bottle of lotion. She held it out in front of her as she walked slowing back toward me.
“Why, you wanna put some on me?”
I took the bottle from her and she sat on the edge of the bed. I kneeled down on the floor and poured a little lotion on her legs. I rubbed the lotion in slowly, then began massaging her calves, and did the same to her thighs, exploring with my tongue until I felt her body shake. Now she knew I had skills too.
I kissed her inner thighs and then tasted the wetness between them. Vanessa held my head in place as my tongue slithered along her lips, making circles around her clit. I used my fingers to hold her lips apart and slid my tongue inside her. I licked her with the tip of my tongue. I pulled back the foreskin around her clit and held it while I licked my finger and began to gently massage it.
I made tight circles around her clit while I moved my finger in and out of her pussy. “That feels good.”
I sat next to her on the bed, applying lotion to her arms and chest. Vanessa took the bottle from me. “Lay down on your back. Let me do you,” she said.
I smiled my reply and again, I quickly complied with her wishes. Vanessa knelt on the bed next to me. She poured the lotion into her hands and rubbed them together. She began to massage my thigh gently. She straddled my torso as I looked on with great anticipation. She slide down on me, I exhaled. She moved slowly up and down, then in circles. She reached for the lotion and poured it across my chest and began to rub it in with her fingertips. Once she had covered my chest, she leaned forward and kissed me. She moved from side to side, rubbing her chest across mine, in beat with the music. The sensation I felt
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