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Rainy Day Monday

By: johnnieblue44



It was a dreary Monday afternoon in January. Not cold enough to snow, which somehow made it worse. There was sort of a drizzly, misty freezing rain falling softly through the fog. 

It was also a perfect day to have off from work. I run a regional mall in the metro Philadelphia area. My normal work week includes most Saturdays, so that usually gives me a day off during the week, which works out great most of the time. It's a lot easier to run routine errands when half of suburbia is not out doing the same on Saturdays.

Such was the case on this gloomy Monday. It was high time my chocolate lab, Reese, had a long-overdue grooming appointment at the local Pet Smart. 

Reese was so named because he has smatterings of tan on his nose, legs and stomach, giving him the appearance of a canine peanut butter cup. He's also a big lovable teddy bear, which doesn't hurt as an icebreaker with women. There are typically no wing men in grocery stores, so pet stores are a natural way to have something in common with a woman as a way to strike up conversation.

I had dropped him off at noon for the two-hour session and arrived back at PetSmart promptly at two o'clock for the pick-up. My only plans for the duration of the day were to prepare my taxes, so it wasn't as if I had any pre-conceived notions of finding pussy on this day.

But if there is one thing I've learned in my many years, to paraphrase Tom Cruise's character in Risky Business, opportunity for pussy often arrives in the most curious of circumstances.

You just have to not be afraid to ask nicely.

I walked through the door of the grooming salon into the cramped check-in/check-out area. I saw the other dog and his owner at about the same time. Both were very cute.

Very, very cute.

I smiled first at the owner, a raven-haired woman I guessed to be in her late thirties, or about fifteen years younger than myself. She had big blue eyes and a wide smile which grew when I bent down to pet her pup.

"Hi, big guy," I said to the happy pooch, whose tail wagged merrily, hungry for the attention I was providing. While down there, I had a close-up view of the woman's shapely legs, which were covered in black leggings. The most intriguing part, though, was that she also had on a pair of at least four-inch stilettos, ivory white in color, which served as an interesting choice on this treacherous weather day. But the contrast between the ebony material of the leggings and the white "fuck-me" pumps caught my attention immediately.

The colors of her attire mirrored that of her dog's. He looked to be a lab mix of some kind, black with white on the same areas where my Reese had his tan markings. I looked up at her as I knelt below her, petting the precocious pup behind his floppy ears, and was greeted with a birds-eye view of her crotch. My face was mere inches from her pussy, which was purely unintentional, but even if she wanted to, she had no room to backtrack.

I could have stood up, but I chose not to. Instead, I admired the prominent camel toe protruding from the gap between the woman's legs. If she was wearing any panties at all, they must have been wedged tightly between her labia. The two puffy lips were easily visible, and I made no effort to turn away. I was close enough so that she could probably feel my breath on her folds. And maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to rock ever so slightly forward so that her pelvis crept another inch towards my nose.

"Twins," I said, staring directly at her pair of plump pussy lips, within a tongue's length of me. If I wanted to, I could have unraveled my tongue and licked right at the apex of her twat.

"Pardon me?" she replied, perhaps wondering if I'd really said what she thought she had heard.

I rose, reluctantly eschewing my view for the time being. I pointed to her wardrobe, which included a cropped black leather jacket. Like her dog, she was black from head to almost toe. 

"You two, all in black, except for the feet." I pointed to her outfit and then to her doggy. "You're dressed like twins. Almost identical."

She looked down at herself in self-assessment, and began to laugh. "Oh, my God, I never even thought of that. How hysterical." She blushed. "Now I'm embarrassed. I never want to be one of those people who has their dog wear the same colors. Do you know those hideous people I'm referring to?"

"From my humble perspective, and I've had a pretty god vantage point, you both look adorable, so don't be embarrassed."

She fluttered her eyes and looked down, somewhat bashfully. "Thank you," she said shyly.

"Those white shoes make a very sexy contrast to the black." I looked in her bright blue eyes. "Very sexy indeed."

"Thank you again, kind sir."

I looked at her feet in mock surprise. "Oh, I was talking about your dog. But, I just noticed, your pumps are very sexy also," I kidded her, trying not to come on too strong. 

She slapped me on the arm, chortling in delight. "Oh, you're a jerk. And here I thought you were charming."

Just then, the PetSmart associate behind the counter announced, "Look out, Mr. Donnelly, here comes your spanking doggy!"

Reese burst through the swinging counter door and jumped up on his hind legs and began to lick my face in greeting. That's the best thing about being a dog owner. Whether you've been gone two hours or two weeks, each return is like a celebration worthy of the Fourth of July to your dog. Man's Best Friend indeed.

"My, my, someone's happy to see you!" The dark-haired woman smiled as she watched Reese pummel my face with kisses. 

"Do you blame him?" I asked. "After all, I'm very lovable."

"I can see that, Mr. Lovable. My name's Julie, by the way. Do you have a first name, or should I just call you Mr. Lovable?"

I wiped the doggy drool from my face and watched as Reese and Julie's dog began the introductory ritual of sniffing each other's butts. "Mr. Lovable is what I prefer, Julie, but until you're comfortable with smothering me with kisses, I suppose you can call me John."

Julie giggled, tugging on her dog's collar so that they two leashes would not become irrevocable intertwined. "I'll try to exhibit some self-restraint, Mr. Lovab...er, I mean, John." She looked around at the PetSmart groomers behind us, watching our own mating ritual with interest. "At least in public, I mean."

"Well, that's admirable, Julie. I commend you. We should at least hold off on any public displays of affection until I've been properly introduced to your twin," I said, pointing to Reese's new buddy.

"Oh, my goodness, how rude of us," Julie said in mock disgust. "Jackson, why didn't you introduce yourself?" The black and white pup huffed and snorted and yipped a greeting.

"Well, hello to you, Jackson," I said as I watched Reese continue to sniff Jackson's rear end. I shook my head. "Such a curious way of getting to know each other, isn't it? Imagine if we humans did that."

"It would probably end a lot of first dates rather quickly, don't you think?" Julie asked rhetorically.

I nodded my head in agreement. "You're so right. I don't usually try to sniff my date's butts until the second date. And even then, only after dinner and a movie. But I always ask first."

She playfully slapped my arm again, this time holding onto it for an extra second, though. We began to walk out into the main store in tandem, neither one leading the other, just sort of naturally walking as a couple. Or a foursome if you included our furry friends. "I'll bet you don't get a lot of third dates, do you?"

We talked easily near the entrance to the store, neither one of us wanting to venture out into the nasty weather. But it was more than that. There was a comfort level to our banter, and at least on my end, a tangible chemistry. 

Julie had about fifteen extra pounds on her, but somehow, that made her even more attainable from my perspective, and it seemed to be proportioned in all the right places, including from what I could tell under the confines of the jacket, a very ample chest. I figured the longer she hung around talking with me, the better my chances.

I was beginning to formulate an alternative plan to an afternoon of tax preparation.

Julie revealed she was a hairdresser, or a "stylist" as she phrased it, at a local salon on the Main Line, perhaps Philly's most tony suburb. (It's funny. Why are they called "stylists" on the Main Line, but "hairdressers" in South Philly?)

Like me, she had off most Mondays and used that for personal time to do what she needed to accomplish. In the summer time, that included days at the Jersey Shore, where she had recently inherited a house in Avalon due to the death of both of her parents within the last few years. She had never been married, yet confessed reluctantly to a semi-serious boyfriend.

"So, you're sort of wealthy, gorgeous, a dog lover, and I can tell not really committed to your boyfriend." I concluded after listening to her background.

"What does an older guy like me have to do to convince you to drop your boyfriend and elope with me?"

She contemplated this inquiry. "Hmmmm," she began pensively. "Well, I guess for starters, don't try to sniff my butt on the second date unless you ask really nicely, AND it's a really good dinner, AND a really, really good movie."

I whipped out my receipt from the dog grooming and began to scribble down notes. "Got it, ask nice before, well, you know. Expensive meals, and only good chick flicks. Probably one of those foreign artsy-fartsy films with subtitles. No shoot-em-ups or anything with Chuck Norris. Check."

"You're paying attention, that's a good sign. Next, I suppose you can tell me something about yourself, other than your butt-sniffing fetish." I threw up my palms in non-verbal self-defense. But then her next comment not only told me she was playful, it also told me she was a little bit interested in seeing how naughty I could be. 

"Not that I rule that kind of behavior out, mind you. There are worse fetishes."

She gave me a cue. That's all a woman can do if a man is paying attention. React to the cues. Now it was up to me to play the game just right.

So I told Julie my story, and why I was off on his dismal winter Monday. When I told her the mall I managed, she snapped her fingers in recognition. "I knew it, that's why you look so familiar. I worked in Paula's salon there for a few weeks last year while our salon was being renovated. I KNEW I knew you from somewhere."

"I can't believe I didn't see you there, Julie. I definitely would have remembered you. I have a keen attention to detail for things......" I scanned her body up and down, less than subtly, lingering my gaze on that splendiferous camel toe that had my mouth watering. "......like you."

Julie shifted on her white stilettos and moved a bit closer to me so that our torsos were nearly touching. "I worked part-time, mainly nights when the business was heaviest. And it was only for a few weeks." She gazed at me and licked her cherry-red lips. that's when I saw her tongue for the first time. It looked long. And warm. And wet.

"Besides, you were dating that other stylist, the redhead. What was her name.......?" 

"Debra," I admitted quietly, caught in the small-world irony.

"Debra. Yes, Debra, that was it. Are you still seeing her?"

"No, no," I said, waving my arms. "That was only a short-term thing. She doesn't work there anymore, I'm not sure where she went. And we weren't exactly dating...."

Julie nodded, agreeing to my version of the facts. "Yeah, that's what she said, too. That you two weren't 'dating'. But you two were definitely 'seeing' each other, weren't you? And there IS a difference between 'dating' and 'seeing', isn't there, John?"

"Absolutely, Julie," I answered, We both knew what that difference was. I just wondered what Debra had told the girls in the salon.

Almost as if she were reading my mind, Julie assuaged my wonder. "Debra was quite the source of envy in the salon, as I recall, John."

I tried to play dumb. I can do this pretty good anyway. But in this case, I truly didn't know how chatty Debra had been about our little fling. "How so?" was all I could muster.

Julie's deep blue eyes sparkled as she relayed the sordid details. "Debra said...how can I put this....?" She bit her lip. "Let's put it this way, Mr. Lovable, OK? Debra said you had the best tongue she'd ever known. She told us you would eat her for hours at a time."

Julie looked proud of herself for just coming out with this, so much so that she added a postscript. "So, apparently, butt-sniffing is not your main fetish."

I didn't mind the way this conversation was going, to be truthful. After all, word of mouth is the best form of advertising. "Guilty as charged, Julie. And just how do you feel about such activity?"

Julie gave me a wry grin. She clearly didn't take offense to the way this direction was steering, either. In fact, she was the co-pilot. "As I said, John, she was the source of envy. Every girl wants a man with a.........knowing tongue."

We looked at each other. The dogs looked at each other. We looked at the dogs. The dogs looked at us. 

It's called an awkward silence. It's when each person knows that the next sentence dictates the irreversible flow of the conversation, thus leading to action. Or not.

I delved in with both feet. "Do you have plans for the remainder of the afternoon, Julie?" I glanced out the door. The good news was that the sleet had stopped. The bad news was that it turned to all rain, and it was pouring now. 

"What did you have in mind, John?" she asked. That wasn't a yes, that wasn't a no. It was a question answering a question. I hate that. That's no way to address an awkward silence.

"Well, since we can safely rule out a walk on the beach, I was thinking that maybe I could eat you out for the next few hours or so."

"Just like that?" That wasn't a yes, that wasn't a no. That was another question.

I shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much, just like that. I mean, the dogs can play amongst themselves, too. What's not to like?"

She looked out the window. "No expensive dinner. No movie?"

"Julie, this will go a lot quicker if you could not answer a question with another question."

She bit her lip. "Sorry, is that annoying?" There she goes again.

I shrugged again. Deja vu. "No. It's just not time-efficient, really."

She nodded. "Can I think about it?"

I shook my head. "Probably won't help us. Ya know, paralysis by analysis, that sort of thing. How about I kiss you and help you make up your mind?"

"Here? In PetSmart? A first kiss? How romantic."

I gestured outside. "How about in the rain, then? That's romantic."

She thought for about ten seconds. "OK." Finally, a decision.

We walked to our cars as the pups scurried at our feet. Julie put Jackson in her little red sports car and I plunked Reese into the back of my Jeep. I walked over to Julie's car slowly, where she was waiting for me, her hair dripping little rivulets of raindrops down her forehead. 

I took her wet head tenderly in my hands and we kissed, slowly and gently at first, and then deeply. Our tongues danced after a few seconds, catching the raindrops and sharing them in our mouths, savoring the moisture and the sweetness of the winter sky.

The pelting rain only seemed to heighten the sensuality of our mouths exploring each other. I pushed Julie against her car with my hips with an almost imperceptible gyration, and she groaned softly into my lips, humming as she purred. I reached down and caressed her ass over the leggings, which were now getting saturated from the water rushing down off of her leather jacket.

She released her mouth from mine just enough to whimper, "You can kiss. Nice. You kiss nice."

There's only one way to answer that. "So can you."

So we kissed again, more hungrily this time. Her pelvis lifted from the side of her car and grinded into my groin. She released the kiss again. "I'm really wet," she murmured.

"So am I."

"No, you're hard," she said tapping my crotch with her own. "Really hard. Me, I'm really wet."

"Oh, thanks for clarifying."

"You're welcome. Follow me home?"

It was my turn to answer a question with a question. "Is that an invitation?"

She took my hand and placed it on her pussy. It was warm, very warm. I expected steam to begin rising soon. "Well, unless you know my address and plug it into your GPS, I think it's the easiest way. So, yeah, I guess you could call it an invitation. Or an order. How long did you say you'd eat me?"

Again, keeping with the theme, I answered with a....well, you know. "How long would you like me to eat you?"

"You said something about hours, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I did. Hours it is, then. Now can we get in our cars?"

As I walked back to my car, she called to me before climbing into hers. "You know, my boyfriend hardly ever goes down on me. So I might be a bit selfish. Do you mind? For hours, really?"

I tapped my wristwatch. "Tick-tock, Julie."

"Right." She had a glazed look in her blue eyes as she disappeared into her car, mumbling. "For hours...wow."

She lived in a complex only minutes from my own. Funny how two strangers can live so close to each other and their paths never cross. And here we were about to share the most intimate of acts having met less than an hour ago. Rainy Days and Mondays............

She rushed in first, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. Amazing how agile she was on slippery concrete in four-inch heels, while Jackson slipped and stumbled in his haste to get indoors. I watched her ass cheeks wiggle beneath the now rain soaked cotton of her leggings. The moisture caused the material to be almost transparent. For the first time, I could see the outline of the thong wedged between her round buttocks.

I waited until she was safely in her townhouse before Reese and I sprinted to the doorway. Once inside, Reese joined Jackson in shaking the excess moisture on their coats all over Julie's carpets, tracking mud along the way. "Sorry," I offered in way of apology for the mess.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "You're not here to clean, remember? Do you mind if I take a shower?" She unzipped her leather jacket and for the first time, I saw her torso covered by a tight dark gray sweater. 

She did indeed have some extra weight around the belly, but her tits were sensational. Perfectly shaped, round and firm, they seemingly struggled to escape the prison of her bra straps.

"Yes, I mind. If you don't take me in with you."

Her red lips formed into a grin, and she shook her body in a shiver, like our canines. "That time, you didn't even give me an opportunity to invite you."

I took her by the hand and navigated our way into the master bedroom in her ranch townhouse. She had a beautiful four-post bed that was partially covered in drapes. A love den. Perfect for the task at hand. A marathon cunnilingus session with a beautiful and willing stranger on a frigid weekday afternoon.

But first a shower. Sort of like an appetizer prior to the main course.

Without a word, she lifted her arms over her head and gazed at me with a "Well, it's not going to take itself off" look. Taking my cue (again), I pulled the sweater carefully over her head and placed it on the floor gingerly. Her globes were lightly freckled, and her dark areolas peeked out behind the confines of a black lace push-up bra. 

I didn't wait for an invitation this time, verbal or otherwise. I reached behind her and unsnapped the hooks on her bra, and Julie's lovely breasts tumbled out of their holding cell. Her nipples were shaped like two thimbles, almost square nubs, like tiny chocolate nuggets. A delicacy to feast liberally feast upon soon enough. She stood before me naked from the waist up, adorned only in leggings and pumps, and began to pull my own sweater over my head.


Rainy Day Monday



Right then, Jackson decided to poke his head in to monitor the activity within the mom's bedroom. Someone else was going to get her attention this rainy afternoon, and he looked none too happy about it. Behind him, Reese had already sprawled himself out on the living room rug, seemingly already resigned to the fact that dad would be otherwise occupied for the immediate future. He yawned and rolled on his side.

"Jackson, you go play with your new friend," said Julie, patting him on his rump and closing the bedroom door, shooing him into the living room. She turned back to me. "So I can play with mine." The sound of a soft whimper came from the living room as Jackson voiced his dismay.

Julie removed my shirt and added it to the growing pile of garments at our feet. She rubbed my chest hair with her fingers while I nuzzled her neck, pressing her body into mine, her big plump tits mashing against my skin.

She next squatted down in front of me, her ice-blue eyes never leaving mine, and slowly unbuckled my belt. She slid my pants down my thighs as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my trousers. Her manicured nails caressed my scrotum through my boxers as my cock twitched in response to the erotic tactile sensors administered by this sensual stranger.

Her palm ran over the length of my shaft as her eyes danced like a child preparing to open a wrapped Christmas present. My own hands ran over her lovely face, now glowing with arousal, and I brushed her black hair from her forehead. She slipped two fingers under the fabric of my boxers, mercifully extracting my rod from behind the waist band.

My dick popped out and curled upward in salute at a twenty-five degree angle or so, the usual curvature when I am fully engorged with desire. Her eyes widened and she emitted a soft moan, almost like a dove cooing.

"Oooooh, my," she gushed. "What a thing of beauty." She enveloped my shaft with both hands and began to stroke and pump on it, with a gentle rhythm. "That is one thick cock, John. Debra must have been keeping this secret to herself." She cupped my heavy testicles in her left hand as if she were teeing up a golf ball.

"Mmmmm, advertised as a great tongue, and now this. Hung, too. Hung and a great tongue. It's like a bonus. This must be my lucky Monday." 

Julie rose up on her knees just enough so that her tits were at the same position as my dick. She pressed her full boobs together and tenderly placed my cock between the soft cavern of her cleavage. She lowered her head and her long pink tongue began to lap around the purple tip of my cock head, catching the first drop of pre cum that oozed from my slit. A little dab will do ya.......

The fit of my cock and her tits was a perfect one, snug and tight. She let a strand of saliva dribble down her chin and onto my cock to further lubricate the connection. I began to rock my pelvis forward into her chest, tit-fucking her now, watching her head lower ever so slowly downward toward my cock with each thrust. Both of her hands were firmly pressed against the outside of her big rack, exacerbating the friction of the tits-on-dick sensation.

My own hands instinctively grabbed onto the back of her head and lifted her face upward. I wanted to watch her pretty face as she made love to my dick with her big, firm titties. Her eyes were glazed over with a look of pure lust. Her lips were open in a frozen oval, forming a perfect circle.

"I have to be honest with you," she said, looking up into my eyes, the rocking of her tits causing my dick to harden even more. "When a man turns me on, I can't wait to worship his cock." She released her grip on her boobs and in one motion, grabbed my ass and pushed my hips towards her face. "I need you in my mouth. Now."

With that, her full ruby-red lips swallowed about five inches of my cock. I groaned my delight with a loud utterance of surprise glee, her lips sucking on me with a torrid fervor. Her thick black hair swirled around wildly as she pulled back for just a second to catch her breath, and then she plunged back in, taking almost all of my seven inches in one impassioned gulp.

I looked down to see that my cock had essentially disappeared within her warm mouth. Her nose was pushed up against my stomach, half-hidden within the trimmed hairs of my pubes, and she made soft muffled moans, her mouth stuffed with cock. "Mmmph, mmmph, aaaahhh......"

Julie's cheeks contracted as my cock made indentations into the side of her face. She pulled her head back and a long strand of saliva accompanied her descent backward, trailing from my cock tip to her lips for about two feet. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and sucked the spittle back into her mouth, as if she were inhaling a long strand of spaghetti.

(For whatever reason, my mind immediately flashed to that scene in the animated Disney movie "Lady and the Tramp." I always thought that scene was a little racy for a kids' flick, with its double-entendre symbolism. But maybe that's just the way my mind works.)

Once Julie consumed her own saliva, she continued her talented oral assault on me, voicing her approval with grunts and squeals as I positioned the back of her head into my tummy and face-fucked her relentlessly. The harder I gripped her skull, the faster she sucked and the louder she moaned on my cock.

I hadn't even noticed until I looked down that Julie had somehow pushed her own leggings and thong down to her thighs. They were bunched just above her knees as she squatted, and her left hand was jammed into her pussy, masturbating herself furiously.

This sight, combined with the incredibly intense blow job that was being performed upon me, caused my balls to swell to the brim, indicating pending release. "Julie," I grunted, holding her head tightly so that my cock could not escape from her mouth. "I'm going to cum soon. Where would you like me to cum.....?" Granted, there was just a bit of a dichotomy to my gentlemanly inquiry, since I was face-fucking her roughly at the time, but it never hurts to ask, does it?

She reluctantly withdrew her lips from the vise-like hold she had on my cock. The "pop" as she released me from her wet oral cavern was audible and echoed throughout the room. 

"My face. Cum all over my face." She tilted her head back and opened her mouth like a child saying "aaah" in a doctor's office. Her left hand was still pistoning over her own pussy, and now her right was pumping my shaft with a frenzy. "After all," she chuckled to me, her voice a deep, sultry octave lower than I had heard it until now. "It will wash off in the shower, right?"

I maneuvered her head so that my release was sure to go anywhere except her mouth. I wanted to face-paint her, that was for sure. Despite what we see in every porn movie, not every woman is a proponent of this act, the happiest of endings.

With one hand snugly holding her face at just the right angle, I joined her in wanking my cock for maybe fifteen seconds, when I announced the departing train of jism with a grunt. "Heeere it cums, Julie........."

The first blast was impressive for a fifty-three year-old man, if I do say so myself. It splattered first onto Julie's nostril then ricocheted off of her forehead right between the eyes,finally coming to its resting place in her hair. It was like Kennedy's magic bullet. How could one shot cause that much damage?

Just like the Zapruder film, in slow motion, Julie's head went back and to the right, back and to the right, as the cum exploded into fragments. Cum bullets numbers two, three, and four followed in quick succession and with equal force, perhaps even more so. Number two hit her flush on the chin and careened down to her tits. Numbers three and four split up the fun equally, painting each cheek, first the right, then the left.

The remainder of volleys in the chamber came at a lesser velocity, but they still served to coat Julie's pretty, preppy face in a soupy white glaze. By now, I had flushed my cock right against her cheek, and her tongue lapped out to catch any residue of semen dripping from my still twitching weapon.

Julie was almost hyperventilating with lust, and she took my shaft in her hand and wiped it all over her face, leaving a trail of milky seed on the lovely canvas. She finished by taking me and placing my cock directly on her tits, where she tapped my dick onto each nipple, extracting the very last drop of cum, and then she lifted each breast to her mouth, and one by one, licked the jism off of her nipples.

She looked up at me, ringlets of cum coating her face like the raindrops that had recently pelted us. "That was my fast blow job. I get carried away, I can't help myself, it's like I'm in a trance." Her face looked almost apologetic. "The next one will be slower, more sensual, I promise. I usually like to take my time, savor the moment. But let's take that shower. I think I remember something about you eating me......"

The only thing I really focused upon with my selective hearing was, "...The next one..." 

Once in the shower, I took the lead and soaped up Julie's soft, curvy feminine body liberally. It was truly a womanly body in the classic sense.

I stood behind her, allowing me unfettered access to the front of her body while softly kissing her neck. I lathered up those full mounds that had just encircled my dick and pulled on the nipples until they took on the texture of shale pebbles.

I pushed my one leg between hers to part them for the purpose of cleaning both her vagina and anus. As my fingers roamed and explored her nether regions, she buried her head into my shoulder and shuddered in pleasure. I was determined to bring her to the brink of release but not let her desire culminate in an orgasm. At least, not quite yet. I wanted to take her body to a crescendo, like a maestro orchestrating a solo concerto.

I was reminded of a passage from Lady Chatterly's Lover. "He watched the beautiful curving drop of her haunches. That fascinated him to-day. How it sloped with a rich down-slope to the heavy roundness of her buttocks!" The "heavy roundness" of Lady Chatterly's backside was wholeheartedly approved of by her lover, just as I was similarly enraptured by the sensual feel of Julie's soft skin nestled in my hands.

I let my index finger ease into the soapy channel of her anus while two fingers of my other hand strummed and tugged tenderly on the thick folds of her puffy labia majora. I wiggled up to my first knuckle in her tight sphincter while finger-fucking her sopping cunt with the other hand. She leaned back to kiss me passionately. "I'm ready," she gasped in my ear. 

Enough said. We turned off the steamy water, sufficiently prepared for prolonged oral exploration. I toweled her entire body off, taking my time, letting soft kisses trickle over her collarbone and chest while she wrapped herself in a fluffy pink robe.

She walked through the bathroom and over to the edge of her bed, pushing aside the drapes and climbing in while disrobing. My eyes were riveted on her buttocks as they parted while getting onto the mattress. By now, I had recovered from the mind-blowing blow job that she had administered to me a few moments ago. 

I was steel hard, anticipating the pleasure I was about to provide to this wonderful new lover that fate had bestowed on me this late January Monday. Nothing turns me on more than knowing I am going to make a beautiful lady cum and cum and cum.........

Julie propped herself up on three downy pillows and lay on her back on the commodious bedspread. Her pussy glistened with arousal from the after-effects of the digital fucking I had just performed on her in the shower. Her plump labia were already parted from the foreplay. She had her coarse black pubic hair trimmed neatly in a small inverted triangle, the apex pointing directly to her pink gash, like a directional arrow to the Promised Land.

Her ample tits sat on her chest and pushed in opposite directions away from her body. Her soft tummy heaved slightly in anticipation. She trembled as I reached down and gently ran my fingertips over her stomach. I took a pillow from the base of the headboard and lifted her ass up off the bed with one hand, placing it beneath. Her brown anus winked at me now. I had a good strategic angle to lick her cunt from the top of her mound to the bottom of her asshole. 

Like on a battlefield or in an athletic event, pre-planning for oral sex on a woman is key to achieve the desired result. It sounds somewhat clinical, but believe me, the woman will thoroughly enjoy the fruits of your labor.

I lay prone on my stomach between her legs and began to gently let my lips run over her calves. She let out an almost inaudible mewing sound, like a content kitten. her eyes were closed and her thoughts were obviously in dream land, knowing a man she met less than two hours ago was now going to pay her sweet oral homage.

I worked my way up her legs agonizingly slowly, turning her on her side slightly and kissing the back of her knees. I watched as her hands began to caress her breasts, running her fingers over them at first, and then lightly pulling on each of her nipples. 

When I had worked my way up to her lower thighs, I reached up and took one of her hands away from her breast, temporarily interrupting her boob play. This caused her to open her eyes and gaze down at me. 

I gently took her palm and pressed it over her mound, just on top of her pussy. I pulled one finger, the middle finger, from her clenched fist and let it ease down to the top opening of her vagina, just above the clit, right on the mons pubis. I placed my own middle finger on top of Julie's and together, we began to roam the anterior portion of her vulva.

I looked up at her from my view just inches from her cunt, which was now trickling a small stream of moisture onto her inner thighs. I smiled. "Masturbate for me, Julie. I want to watch you. I want to watch where you touch yourself. Then I will soon join you. With my mouth......." l let my words linger in the otherwise still silence of the room.

She groaned, my voice serving as an audible aphrodisiac. Her hips lifted involuntarily off of the mattress and her middle finger began to trace leisurely circle along the outside of her labia. Her clitoral hood blossomed in response and opned slowly, like a rose petal reacting to the warmth of new Springtime sunshine.

Her folds sputtered out a light off-white fluid, almost transparent, and I eased a finger into her vaginal orifice. My face was now just inches away from her cunt, and her secretions emitted a musky yet sweet aroma. I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of a woman in heat. Strange pussy is like taking a luxury car on a test drive. The scent is fresh, new, and you can't wait to see how it will respond to the handling.

"That's it," I continued to whisper, almost hypnotically. "Masturbate. Pleasure yourself, Julie. it's so exotic to watch you. Such a beautiful woman. Such a beautiful pussy. You have me so hard again......" She let out a guttural growl in reply to both my words and my finger dipping into her steamy cunt.

I let my mouth rise up to her pussy and nibbled on her labia minora with my lips. A second finger of mine entered her gash, one dropping down to caress the base of her inner walls, and the other inching upward to search for that spongy mass of flesh, the elusive g-spot.

I then took Julie's knees in my hands and spread her legs wider and lifted them over my shoulder, letting her feet rest on my back. Julie's pussy lips parted slightly, as if it had a mind of its own and was craving the attention.

Leaning forward, feeling her heat against my face, I smelled her fragrance, sweet and heavy. I started to lick the edges of her lips, up and down, soft and gentle. Julie moaned and took her breasts in her hands again, kneading them and pulling her nipples to get them even more erect, if at all possible.

I continued to softly lick Julie's labia, making sure not to touch her clitoris with my tongue or enter her pussy at this point. My fingers ran over her stomach and I saw and felt her twitch at the touch. Then I returned to her thighs. 

Julie was still massaging her breasts and pulling on her nipples, pinching them gently and writhing slowly with her hips, trying to get my tongue to finally run over her clit, but I was in no hurry. I had all afternoon, and all night, if the fates allowed.

Julie's moans started to get louder as my tongue eventually worked its way closer to her clit. I touched it softly with the tip of my tongue and Julie moaned with pleasure. I started to lick her clitoris liberally, though still gently, massaging it and running my tongue down and flicking it in and out of her sodden pussy. 

Julie's gyrations became faster, and she squeezed her nipples harder, pulling on them at the same time, further stimulating her. I was making copious mental notes on how she liked to get herself off. I continued to lick her, and every now and again cavalierly sucked on her clit, feeling how hard it had become, how wet it all was all around. Throughout her vaginal cavity, she was completely immersed in fluids now.

I brought a hand up to Julie's pussy, licked my fingers, and gently inserted one finger back into her vagina, moving it in and out slowly. Julie missed a breath as she felt that finger glide inside of her tunnel, and then groaned loudly as I put a second and then a third finger deep inside of her. 

I was still licking her labia as I explored the interior of her pussy, using the motion of her hips to help heighten the sensation. I curled my fingers up towards the area of her vagina just below her clitoris. Now I could use my tongue to push down on her clit while my three fingers began to massage that spongy mass of flesh on her upper wall in earnest. As I licked and massaged Julie's clit more fervently, I pushed up firmly with my fingers, feeling the response of Julie's body as it writhed and bounced in response to my g-spot travels.

Julie's breathing was becoming ragged and she started to gasp as I kept licking and sucking and pushing on her clitoris. I brought my other hand up and took over massaging one of her breasts and nipples. Julie put her now free hand on the back of my head and pushed it against her clitoris, increasing the pressure on it. 

This caused her stomach and pussy muscles to contract, which I could plainly feel. She brought her legs, which had been resting on my back, straight up into the air. I watched above me as her thighs quivered and shook in staggered, uneven movements, like a whirlybird taking off in a stiff breeze.

I rolled the nipple between my fingers firmly, licked her clitoris vigorously and finally sucked hard on it. All of Julie's muscles tightened and she arched her back as what was apparently a pure sensation of ecstasy flooded though her body. She held her breath momentarily before exhaling, and moaned as she came, and came, and came, just as I had wanted. MIssion accomplished, but far from complete. 

If you're going to a job, do it better than anyone else and always exceed expectations. Those were the words of Mrs. Hipple, my seventh-grade teacher. I wonder if she ever dreamed that her words of motivation would someday be applied to pussy eating. I'm sure she'd be proud of her pupil's dedication.

Julie pushed my head flush against her pussy, trying to extract every possible bit of orgasm out of her body. At last, I felt her relax and sink back against the bed board, gasping and trying to catch her breath.

I stood up and climbed onto the bed, lying down next to Julie. We kissed passionately, sharing her nectars, and ran our fingers lovingly over each other, resting and letting her body recharge. But only for a brief moment. There was more work to be done.

I then bent over with my head upside down, my toes near Julie's head now, and grabbed her ass and flipped her over on her tummy. I propped the pillow up so that it sort of inflated and expanded, balloon-like, and began to run my tongue over the creases between Julie's buttocks and the tops of the back of her thighs.




Rainy Day Monday



It's been my humble experience that this area is one of the most overlooked and underutilized erogenous zones on many womens' bodies. Julie would prove to be no exception.

She writhed her hips up and down as I ran my tongue all along the crevice between her butt cheeks. I noticed that her hand surreptitiously snuck beneath her body and she was lightly rubbing her still recovering pussy. I flicked my tongue like a serpent's and began to rim her puckered anus.

She moved her head to the right and peered over her shoulder, looking backwards, trying in vain to see what was occurring to her most private hole. "Oh my God, you're not really going to do what I think you're going to do, are you?" 

I licked lightly on her buttocks. It was time to answer a question with a question. Turnabout is fair play. "That depends," I said casually, my finger joining hers now between the bedspread and her cunt. She tapped her clit while I stuck my thumb in her slit. "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"I think you're, um, going to try to eat my, uh....eat my asshole."

I pulled apart her buttocks, slipping my tongue over her rim, tasting her musky flavor. "Is that what you think? Well, yeah, I'm thinking about it. What do you think abut that?"

Her non-verbal reply came in the form of her subtly lifting her hips off the pillow to provide me with better access. "I think that no one has ever done that to me before."

I began to slowly insert my tongue inside of her ass, tongue-fucking her ever so slowly, while my fingers began to work her already aroused cunt back into a foamy lather once more. My words were muffled as my lips fluttered against the walls of her ass. "You thought I was kidding about that whole butt-sniffing thing? It's a great way to get familiar with each other, don't ya think?" 

Her hips began to rock more urgently up and down as I lapped at her anal walls. I felt her cunt muscles contract along with her anal muscles, and I felt a rumble in her thighs. "Mmmmmph, God. Your tongue.........is magic. Ooh, I think I like it. Don't stop. Eat my ass."

Music to my ears. 

I pushed my tongue into her asshole as I finger-fucked her cunt and she came like a geyser, her labia folds flapping open like an open valve and spitting out that tasty white cum cream again. 

I let her recover on the bed for a few minutes while I went into her bathroom and washed my face. I grabbed a tube of toothpaste and rubbed it all over my lips and gums. I didn't want to take the liberty of borrowing her toothbrush after just performing analingus. Not on the first date, at least. I mean, I had already pushed the envelope with the butt-sniffing.

When I returned, she was lying on her back and leisurely rubbing her pussy, almost soothing it. She seemed to be insatiable. I remembered our disparity in ages and realized she was indeed in her prime. I also recalled that I'd pledged to eat her for hours, so I was duly prepared to do my duty. 

I knelt down next to her so that my cock was level with her head, which was propped up on the pillows again. That was not an accident. I was hungry for some attention myself. My cock was as rigid as the ironing board that was in the corner of her room, next to the closet. To her credit, she took the hint and reached up and began to wank me with her free hand.

"You've only eaten me for about forty-five minutes, but I'm not complaining. Do you take requests?"

Question with a question. "What did you have in mind?"

"I really need you to fuck me now."

I covered my mouth in mock horror. "Fuck you? But we just met. What kind of gentleman do you think I am, taking advantage of you like that?"

Her eyes blazed with lust. "I need it. I need that cock."

"Where do you need it?" I wanted to tease her. I wanted to hear her say it.

"In my cunt. I need that thick dick in my cunt." Then she said the magic word. "Please."

I looked down at the pile of clothes on the floor. I saw what I was looking for. "Go put your heels on."

She smiled, playing along. She scrambled off the bed and made a dramatic gesture in bending down in front of me with her legs tightly together, so that her pussy and asshole were displayed lewdly for my viewing pleasure. She slipped the pumps on seductively.

"Lay down," I commanded. "And spread your legs as wide as you can."

She complied, her legs splayed out almost across the entire bed. I gripped my shaft and began to slap it on her clitoral hood. She moaned. "Please," she whimpered.

I put my hands on the back of her knees and pushed backwards so that her ankles were almost at her head. For a rather big girl, she was quite flexible. I eased my cock into her a half inch at a time as our eyes never left each other's. Soon we had found a nice mutual synchronicity to our thrusting. We went at it with increasing alacrity for a good twenty minutes in a myriad of positions and aerobic contortions. Not bad for a first fuck.

"Do you know why I put you back in this position?" I asked her, humping her harder now, her stilettos pointing straight towards the ceiling as we assumed the missionary position.

"I have a guess," she huffed, breathing heavily. Her tits were bouncing wildly.

"Go for it. See if you win the prize."

"I think you want to fuck my ass."

Hearing the words had an instant Pavlovian reaction within me. I thrust all seven inches deep inside of her pussy and held there, motionless, feeling her muscles desperately grasp for my cock, milking me expertly.

"I think you want me to fuck your ass, don't you?" I was daring her now, daring her to tell me.

"I do." She hissed at me. "I love it in the ass. This is like a fantasy, having a stranger I met three or so hours ago fuck me in the ass. So, do it. Fuck my ass, stranger."

Her asshole was still sufficiently lubed from the oral administrations from just before, but still, I lined up my cock with her anus carefully. The biggest mistake a man can make with a woman is to just plunge right in, no matter how relaxed and willing an anal participant she is. 

Besides, for my money, a slow ass fuck is the best ass fuck. An older woman once said that to me almost thirty years ago as I was delving into my first anal adventure with her. She was the willing mentor, I the enthusiastic student. I never forgot those words, either, although I'd long forgotten her name. (But no, it wasn't Mrs. Hipple, I'm sure of that much.)

After easing in oh, so delicately, I felt that telltale "pop", indicating that I had passed through that outer anal ring. Julie smiled up at me. "This is so erotic," she gushed.

"I know," I concurred, feeling my dick being held by the tight walls within her spinchter. "Anal sex is so intimate, and we just met."

She giggled. "Oh, THAT? I meant having my heels on. I think that's really sexy."

I flipped her over so that she was in the doggy position, which I thought was only a fitting climax considering where and how we met, and soon came deep within her bowels.

We rolled over and hugged each other, listening to the sound of the rain on her skylight. we dozed for a few minutes and were awakened by Jackson's barking and pawing at the bedroom door. Julie rose and opened the door and two happy pups jumped up on the bed, making our liaison into a cozy foursome.

Julie and I hugged each other like old lovers as the dogs competed for the best snuggling position. She lifted her head and asked me, "So, do you have plans for next Monday afternoon?"

I shook my head. "Even if I did, I'd break them."

"Good. Let's go to the movies."

"Great, I do owe you one. What would you like to see?" 

She grinned at me with a sinister leer. "Oh, I don't want to SEE anything. I just want to go to a dark movie theatre. I have another fantasy I want to live out. In it, I wear only my pumps and a trenchcoat. Want to hear about it?"

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Well, readers, do you want to hear about our movie date?