4 comments/ 12850 views/ 0 favorites My Perfection By: glowing I have previously posted several stories on Literotica under another pen name. For a year I have stopped writing and now feel the need to put some more words on paper, so to speak. Previously I explored certain fetishes and more 'edgy' topics that felt tantalizing and compelling at the time. This story, however, is less risqué, but is one of far more honestly than what I have written before. I hope you enjoy it, and always welcome critique and constructive criticism. While based on actual, personal experience, this story is to be considered a work of fiction. ***** I had barely sat down when she placed the drink in front of me, a diet-Pepsi with a slice of lemon, very little ice. Perfect. It was one of the reasons I frequented this restaurant for lunch: great service. Eating here 2 to 3 times a week meant the waitress knew my name, new my beverage preference, even knew what I was likely to order. "Enchiladas today, right?" Cami asked as I sipped some of my drink. "You know me, can't pass up the house special!" I replied. I looked across the table at Mark, who rarely joined me for lunch but had come with today. He was looking over the menu but I decided to spare him the routine. "Bring him the same" I told Cami, and then promised Mark he would not be disappointed. He simply shrugged and handed Cami the menu and asked for a regular cola. I notice him look Cami, our waitress, up and down as she noted our orders on her pad and then turn to walk away. He then looked at me with a mischievous grin as if to say 'what was that all about?' "I eat here a lot... she knows what I like," I answered his unspoken question. He only smiled in return. Cami returned quickly with Marks drink and put chips and salsa on the table for us to share. Two bowls of salsa, with one placed in front of each of us. "I know you don't like to share," she teased. Her smile was warm and honest and I smiled back. She walked back to the kitchen and again Mark watched her as she moved away. "Not the cutest waitress in the world, but she sure has the 'hots' for you!" was Marks shallow remark. I was caught off guard by his observation. Honestly dismayed initially by the idea that perhaps Cami was attracted to me, even interested in me. A pleasant rush of adrenaline made me flush inside at the thought of a romantic prospect, but was then replaced by a feeling of resentment that Mark thought she was 'not cute', in his judgment., but that meant not beautiful, or not sexy, or not perfect in the blonde-Barbi sense of the word 'perfect'. I was offended. I didn't say anything, but my mind started analyzing his verbalized opinion in contrast to what I saw when I looked at Cami. She was certainly the actual, if unspoken reason, I spent so many lunch-hours at this particular restaurant, (that and the great Mexican food they served at such reasonable prices). Cami was young, I doubt much older than 20 or 21. She was warm, and friendly, and provided exceptional service as a waitress. No, she was not gorgeous in the traditional sense of the word, but she was beautiful. Not tall, she was probably around 5' 3" and while not model thin, she wasn't fat either. Her legs where strong and tan, not long and lean as seen on the cover of fashion magazines but they were toned and well defined... no one would call them fat or even chubby. Today they were very visible as she was wearing a lose skirt that fell a few inches above her knees. Her skirt was just short enough to tempt my eyes to linger longer than normal on her smooth skinned knees and sexy calves and ankles. Normally, my eyes would travel quickly up her legs so I could take in her sensuous bottom. Without a doubt, one of her most pleasing features was the roundness of her ass and the soft, inviting feminine curve that was highlighted by almost anything she was wearing. Her hair was a sandy brown color, giving it an almost amber tint but not quiet red and certainly not a true brunet. Her breasts were small, a b-cup at best. Her neck was longer than it should have been, given her body type. Her hair was always pulled back into a simple pony or wrapped in a loose bun, so her neck was always exposed and her hair length always a mystery. She favored earrings that hung only an inch or two below her ear-lobes that seemed perfect for her face, neck, and hair-style. They were as casual and confident as the rest of Cami's appearance. But despite the sensual allure of her hair, neck, and jewelry, it was Cami's face that made the sale. Her eyes were wide and warm. Deeply brown pupils, long lashes, and only moderately plucked eye-brows, her eyes felt like home. There was life in her eyes, humor in her eyes, and most of all... confidence. Her smile was accentuated by a deep dimple on the right side of her mouth that only appeared when she smiled. But her smile was generous and genuine and so there was plenty of opportunity to observe it. Not only did her smile cause her dimple to manifest, but made her nose scrunch up in a playful sort of way that made her look younger than she was. It also made her eyes explode with energy and cheerfulness. You would never know she was working a tough job, on her feet for hours, making less than idea money as a waitress. To see her smile you would think she was on a beach with a drink and a good book, enjoying the sun and sand. There was a sense of escape and easiness in her voice and face and actions. Mark was amused by my daydreaming, and being the typical male that he was, didn't let it slide. "Hey, you can do better than that!" He said, followed by a self-congratulating laugh and shake of his head. Maybe I could, I thought. My last girlfriend has been more stereotypical in terms of physical appearance. She has also been a spoiled pain in the ass, preoccupied with her looks, never confident enough to leave the house without make-up and perfect hair, and endlessly, but falsely, concerned about her self-appraised imperfections. No objective person to see her naked would have found fault in her flat stomach or large natural breasts or perfectly sculpted back, butt, and legs. Still, she made a show of covering herself when coming out of the shower or after sex to keep me from seeing a wrinkle here or an extra pound there. It was exhausting to deal with her obsessive need for attention and affirmation, day after day. And eventually it was the reason we broke up. I was honest with her when we split, I simply told her I was tired of her. It probably sounded cold and was likely taken out of context, but no other phrase described how I felt. She left in a storm of obscenities, but it was over and I felt relieved. It was the very next day I made my first stop for enchiladas and the first time I saw Cami. So, could I do better than Cami? I guess it depends on what one is measuring and whose standards are being used. Something about Cami had drawn me in over the past 6 weeks and made me obsess over the simplest details. I spent one lunch infatuated with her oddly short little toes that were visible through the end of her sandals, and the little toe ring that embellished her pinky toe. Another day I noticed the small pattern of moles on the back of her neck, three of them in an almost perfectly straight horizontal line just to the left of her spine. Hidden details like these moles, almost always hidden by her hair but occasionally revealed when she pulled her hair up, made me wonder what other treasures were to be found. I spent an entire afternoon following one of my lunch visits, trying to guess at what her last name might be. What was the perfect complimentary name for Cami? Smith? No, far too common. Christensen? Nah... that would be too obvious. Maybe Cami was not her formal name, maybe her real name was Camilla or Cameron or Camile. I finished my lunch, half-listening to Mark talk about work and the big projects we were both working on. I take lunch to escape from work for a few minutes, so my participation in the conversation was sparse and my real interest was in Cami and her occasional visits to our table to check on us. At one point she cleared my plate and placed her hand on my back as she bent down to grab my empty cup. It was just enough pressure to feel the warmth of her palm through my shirt. It was like I was in high school again, flirting in the hall with some emerging teenage beauty. I was surprised at the reaction I was having to Cami, given the slight chance that she might actually be interested in me. Her body language was certainly reinforcing the idea, though. Despite my weeks of superficial flirting with Cami, not until today had I considered actually asking her out. I was 33, likely 10 years or older than her, and unfortunately starting to show some of my age. The hair line was ever so slightly receding, and despite my best efforts to stay in shape and keep active, the body was becoming soft in places. My knees hurt from basketball and jogging, and such joint pain just makes you feel older. I kept reminding myself that 33 was NOT old, but everything is relative, and in contrast to Cami's young body and spirit, I felt old. Work was a stress factor as well, with recent projects keeping me in the office late into the evenings, and thus any exercise or social life cut into precious sleep time. Nothing like an average of 4 hours of sleep a night to make anyone look and feel older than they actually are. I was still stinging inside from Marks comments about Cami's appearance. I was almost defensive in my thoughts and rationale as we had eaten our lunches. Mark was finishing his soda, and we would be leaving soon. I had another sudden shift in emotion as I started to panic that I would have to leave without seeing Cami again. I rose to my feet and excused myself to the men's room, not exactly sure what I was going to do, but proceeded in the general direction of the kitchen and wash rooms. I rounded a corner to make my way to this part of the restaurant, and thus Mark was well out of sight, but Cami was dead-ahead. My normal reserve and common sense seemed to disappear as I walked closer. She turned and asked if the meal was ok. Of course it was fantastic, and I told her so, but then paused to take a deep breath. "Would you consider having dinner with me sometime, Cami?" I asked her. I was entirely regretting my boldness the second I finished my proposal, but her smile never faded and her eyes stayed intensely focused on mine. She only replied, "Of Course!" as if there could be no other answer. I should have been more prepared, but my brain failed me as I considered her answer and then realized the ball was back in my court. She shifted her stance so that her body was square to me and fully at my attention. This gal had such poise and well trained mannerisms. I fumbled for my wallet, pulled out a business card and offered her my work number. It was my normal way of picking up a girl... don't put the pressure on them for a phone number, let them decide if they truly want to call or not. She took the card and said she would call after her shift was over, and I told her I would be in the office at least until 6:00. Her smiled was constant and I felt myself starting to heat up to the point of perspiring, so I departed with a wave and some silly cliché' about being excited for her call. Mark was already at the door waiting for my return and we headed back to the office. The rest of the afternoon was a waste of my time. My ability to focus was blown and I worked all my energy towards planning a night out with Cami that would be fun and hopefully impress her. I only stayed at my desk until 6:00pm in anticipation of Cami's call, but was broken in spirit when the hour finally arrived and she had not phoned. I shut down my computer and found my keys in order to leave. I was considering how I would deal with the rejection... two options came to mind, either hit the gym for a quick workout or hit the sports bar down the street from my apartment. Beer was winning the internal argument as I put on my jacket and headed for the door. I had no sooner stepped into the hall when my office phone rang. I flew back to my desk to take the call just knowing it had to be Cami. "Karl?" She asked as I answered the phone. "I am so sorry for not calling sooner. I don't have a cell and forgot to call from the restaurant before leaving. I just got home and hoped you hadn't left work yet!" Despite my afternoon of planning a date, I had no good ideas and Cami took the pressure off me by suggesting that coffee would probably be a good first date, rather than a formal dinner. Neither of us felt hungry and were both tired from a long day. We settled on a local coffee and pastry shop just down the street from my place, and agreed to me there an hour later. I rushed home to shower and change. I walked past the sports bar on my way to the coffee shop and relished the fact that I was not in there drowning my pitiful self in suds. Instead I made my to the shop next door and found Cami already sitting at a corner booth, talking to the waitress. As I approached I saw that she had exchanged her work skirt for another more casual but equally short version. She had on a simple button up blouse with ½ sleeves and a pair of fun beach sandals. I only touched her shoulder lightly as I said hi and then sat opposite of her in the booth. I ordered a coffee, and then became dazed as our little coffee date turned into 2 hours of talk, several cups of coffee, and at least a few pasties between the two of us. It was past nine and the hours had flown by, as Cami seemed to be everything I imagined her to be. She was only slightly older than I suspected, being 22 and on summer break from the local college. Working her way through college was a financial struggle, but she bore that burden with a grin and seemed none-to-bothered by it. She was studying anthropology and spent a considerable amount of time hiking and camping. This explained her strong legs and naturally tanned face and skin. We exchanged the usual banter, telling each other about work, school, some of our hobbies, etc. I admitted my age and she raised one eyebrow in playful shock, but she did not seem otherwise bothered by the marginal difference in our ages. Overall the conversation came easily and the time went by quickly. Finally the conversation paused for a moment, and the awkwardness of a first date finally settled in. She finally broke the silence by admitting she was getting hungry, hungry for real food other than sugary pastries. It was a little unfortunate that aside from the sports bar and some local fast-food places, there was no real food to be found in this part of town. Neither of us felt like doing the sports-bar scene, so I made a bold suggestion. "I live just down the block. You are welcome to come back to my place for some pasta or sandwiches or whatever I can dig up" I said. Her eyes got wide as if I was moving way too fast and I immediately started to qualify my suggestion, "don't take that the wrong way...", I started, but she interrupted me with "Sounds great!". I paid or tab and we left the coffee joint, a very hopped up on caffeine and sugar. It was getting a little chilly and Cami's legs had to be cold, so we walked quickly. Her hair was down and the light wind was blowing from behind us, moving it into her face, which meant her hands were constantly working to pull it back behind her ears. With her arms extended upwards, the hem of her shirt rose and exposed a few inches of her belly and back, and I was immediately aware of her soft skin, tanned stomach, and adorable belly-button. I placed my hand on the small of her back in an affectionate manner and she did not object in any way. My small finger was directly on the skin of her back and I could feel her spine as we walked. I was relishing the smallest details of this girl. Once inside my apartment, she took her sandals off in a very polite gesture before entering my living room. As she raised one foot to undo the sandal, she lost her balance and caught herself by grabbing my shoulder. It was only a second, but her smile faded and her eyes sank into mine as she looked up to apologize. For the first time that evening I felt reciprocal passion instead of the normal happy glow that she projected. Recovered from her slip, she let go and smiled again. We made our way to the kitchen. I banged around for a few minutes with pots and in the fridge until I had some water boiling with fettuccini. We made due with bread and lite-beer while the pasta cooked and the sauce warmed. I am no cook, but it is hard to screw up pasta. We were both hungry, and the pasta took priority for a few minutes as we finished off the quick meal. The lack of conversation while we ate felt normal, and the date in general no longer felt like a first date. Maybe it was weeks of casual acquaintance as a customer at her place of work, or maybe we just "fit" one another. I finished my plate and took it to the sink. I turned around to help clear the table, but Cami was already headed over with her plate and she rinsed it quickly. But I noticed her smile was gone and her eyes furrowed in thought. I wondered if I had misinterpreted the connection I felt earlier. She even paused at the sink after turning off the water and I grew concerned. "Cami, is something wrong?" I asked. She turned around quickly and smiled, but this time her face was conveying something else... something I could not read. Before I could even attempt to interpret the look on her face, she walked over and stood close to me, her face only a few inches from mine. "Thanks for dinner." She said in a quiet voice. She then raised on her toes to kiss me quickly on the mouth in a friendly and casual way. I was again on the retreat, caught off guard by the ease in which this girl was able to act, speak, and keep me guessing. "You're welcome, "I finally responded. "Want anything for desert? " I playfully asked as I moved towards the freezer. I opened the door and looked at the box of ice-cream bars I had, but found little else. Cami walked up behind me and peaked over my bent shoulder. "No, I think I will pass" she said. I closed the freezer door but Cami didn't move backwards after her inspection of the ice-cream. Instead she kept me crowded in the small space bordered by a wall, a fridge, and herself. I couldn't even turn around to face her unless she moved, so I paused for a second to wait for her to back up. She didn't. Instead I felt her press a little closer, her body now slightly pressed against my back, as she leaned close to my ear. "I would like to stay the night" she whispered. Her hand was immediately on the back of my neck, fingers playing with my hair. I caught my breath and turned around slowly to see her biting her lower lip playfully, but still smiling. Her current expression was the first time I had noticed a crack in her assured demeanor, and it made me immediately aware that this was not her typical mode of action. She was going out on a limb, acting on an impulse, and taking a leap into my arms, literally. All this swirled in my head and acted to intoxicate me even further. It is a wonderful feeling to feel wanted... desired. I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. I looked back over my shoulder to see her trailing behind me, blushing... smiling... almost giggling. Again, memories of teenage romance flashed through my head. Once inside my bedroom I turned around to face Cami, and kissed her gently. Everything was building to an extreme level of sexual tension, and Cami sensed it as much as I, thus the reason I assume she laughed and pushed me backwards onto the bed. I feigned an angry shout, but then reached up to grab her waste and pull her next to me. She laughed again and then settled at my side. Her nipples were erect and pushing against the cotton blouse she was wearing, and her skirt was bunched up higher on her thighs. Cute and confident was giving way to erotic and alluring. My Perfection I rolled her to her side and gently started tracing her arm with my index finger, starting at her wrist and moving up towards her shoulder. I watched her eyes until my finger reached her neck, and then used that hand to reach around her head and pull her mouth towards mine. The kiss was slow, deep, and meaningful. Tongues touched lightly, not being overly intrusive. Her hands, previously resting on my chest, where now clenching the sides of my stomach and lower back. Our bodies were closing together, almost without effort. I left her mouth to gently kiss her neck and then suck on her ear lobe. She exhaled with force, making a sexy sound that was not quiet a moan but more than enough to let me know I was hitting a button. I nibbling on her ears and her hands clawed at my back, now under my shirt. I moved my attention back to her mouth and was met by her hot breath and a tongue that was far more aggressive now. I sucked her bottom lip gently into my mouth and then released it playfully. I then took some initiative and rolled her onto my body. Her legs spread and her body settled on mine, and I let my hands do the work this time on her back. I wasted no time in rushing her shirt higher and higher until her bra was exposed from behind and I forced my fingers under the tight banded material. The entire time we kissed passionately, but I released and found her shoulder instead, and sucked on her smooth skin. I looked down the back of her body as it wriggled on mine and could see the top of her panties breaching the top of her skirt. This only added fuel to my fire and I matched the grinding of Cami's body against my painfully confined erection. Cami's friction built against my sex for another minute or so, and then Cami surprised me by jumping up and standing to the side of the bed. I groaned in disapproval of her move, but then grinned as she grabbed the sides of her blouse and quickly lifted it over her head. Her eyes never dropped their focus from mine as she reached behind and released the clasp on her bra and allowed it to fall to the floor. She stood there in pose, presenting her now topless body for my inspection, and I was immediately aware of her lack of embarrassment at her nakedness, her small breasts, or the softness of her stomach that would have never made the cover of Cosmopolitan. And why should she be ashamed, she was beautiful, natural, and healthy. But most of all she was confident with herself and her body. Her hips now held up her loose skirt but the fitted waistband unlatched easily and the skirt fell as quickly as her bra had previously. Now only a very sexy pair of way-to-tight tanga styled panties covered her front and crept up her backside, and otherwise and kept her remaining secrets from my sight. She latched a thumb inside the waistband and tugged them part-way down her hip, but then stopped! What a tease, but a little modestly still remained I suppose, as she turned to her side so that my view of her most private area was now obscured by her leg. The then finished the job of removing her panties, which included a little effort to dislodge them from their wedged state. With one leg still slightly lifted in front of her sex, but providing me with a delicious view of her rear-end, she smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Her buttocks were most visible and matched the rest of her body... soft, curvy, and inviting. She was so feminine, with nothing to hide. She was able to slide back onto the bed next to me without an explicit view of her nakedness, and her legs draped over my own as we re-tangled our bodies and kisses became even more urgent. Hands now moved quickly over backs, stomachs, breasts. Her small chest was topped by erect and only slightly pink nipples that were apparently sensitive to even the slightest touch. My palm moved over them gently and they seemed to swell even more to meet my caress. Her mouth opened wide in response to my touch and that was my cue to heat things up further. I moved low enough to completely engulf her tiny breast in my mouth and torture her nipple with my tongue. She now groaned loudly and at once moved her body away from my assault but also grabbed my head with her hand to keep my mouth firmly in place on her breast. I released enough of her boob from my mouth to let the nipple fall between my teeth and I very gently bit her areola... not hard enough to hurt but enough to get the response I desired. Her head flopped to one side and she hissed in pleasure but then pulled my mouth from her chest. "Bad boy!" she exclaimed as she kissed me deeply and then rolled to my side. Her hand pushed up under my shirt and scratched at my chest. I sat up and pulled my shirt off and then pulled her closer to me while I was upright. I could see her fully now, and her light brown pubic covered her pussy, but was scant, trimmed... very sexy. I wanted to touch her badly. But before I could do so, Cami immediately started undoing my belt and I shifted as needed to allow her to peel my pants away from my body. Cami touched me first, and her hand started low on the shaft of my penis, but rather than move upwards she ventured lower and gently grabbed at my balls. The pleasure of her touch was a tease, her grip not firm enough to satisfy my carnal desire to press my sex against her hand, against her body... into her body. I pulled her onto my lap and I she straddle me, both of us still sitting upright on the bed. Her hands were now on my back, her breasts pressed into my chest, and my cock nestled against the softness of her belly. My hands also found her back, but I was losing control of my tempered assault on her physical assets, and quickly found myself kneading her ass and letting my fingers trace the top of the cleft where her ass met her spine. I also realized that I could feel her wetness, not from direct contact but from the residual moisture that was wetting her inner thighs, and now mine! As if I needed more validation about her intentions, this sign or her aroused state made me crazy and I let my right hand fall to the bottom side of her ass check and I carefully caressed the side of her pussy with my longest fingers. Slick, even sticky, with her lubrication and I had to dive in further. My arm was now stretching to reach her sex and I moved my fingers through her folds, up and down... side to side. We were no longer kissing, as attention had sifted to what my hands were doing. I realized her teeth were bared against my shoulder as she let me explore her with my hand. My own face was tangled in her hair as it lay across her upper back and shoulders. I inhaled her clean smell which was distinctly void of perfumes, instead giving only hints of shampoo and perhaps some other hair products. I could also smell her skin, its slight perspiration and taste the slightly salty flavor of her body heat. Nothing was offensive, her smells and tastes were clean and natural, even inviting. Another smell was permeating the air as well, the smell our combined arousal which made my mouth water. I needed to taste her and started contemplating a change in our position so I could satisfy my hunger. I lifted her gently with the hand that was wrapped around her ass. But the gesture brought Cami up from my shoulder and she whipped her hair out of her face so that we were again staring at each other. She only needed to move her knees apart a few more inches to place her at the point of no return, positioned directly over my cock. With the head pressing against her fragile opening, I knew that pleasing her orally would have to be a bliss saved for later... she descended without hesitation onto my manhood and dropped her mouth to mine. This time the kissing was open mouthed but less invasive, as our bodies were connected in more intimate places. She did not move back up my cock, instead she allowed my length to remain inside her, filling her, stretching her, hitting places that seldom were touched insider her body. And it was a blessing that she stayed still, as her tight pussy was so hot and wet that thoughts of cumming were already on my mind. I needed less stimulation for a second while I grew accustom to the passionate beast that was consuming me in every way. Eventually our kissing did turn more passionate and tongues lashed inside of opposing mouths, searching for more fulfillment. Her stillness ended, and she began rotating herself on my cock, not yet releasing even and inch of what she was now apparently claiming as her own! The rotations continued, and our kisses broke as she threw her head backwards, with strands of hair sticking to the corners of her mouth and irritating her eyes, although she didn't seem to notice. Her back arched so that her body moved away from mine except for where we were connected. The arching of her back effectively pressed her clit forward, generating more friction against the front of my abdomen and pubic hair. The rotation of her hips became more pronounced, with her only pausing slightly as her pussy thrust forward on each revolution to gain maximum contact against my own skin. I was in a trace as I watched her work, head back and eyes closed. Her tiny breasts were swollen and her nipples seemed helplessly reaching for the sky. I stopped my voyeuristic participation and took one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasped, and then gasped again as she thrust forward with more force than before, slamming her cock filled cunt against my body. Her own body started shaking slightly, and she now lifted herself only a few inches to let my cock slide partially out of her, only to have her body slam back down on mine, pushing my cock into her as far as it could go. She then fell forward towards me and did so with enough force to make us both fall backwards onto the bed. She continued to move her hips and relish the final moments of her climax, but never let my dick escape throughout the whole process. Her climax must have lasted for 2 or 3 minutes, but when it was done she was exhausted. She lay on top of me, dead weight. Her breathing was slowing down and the heat of her body was combing with mine to create more than a little perspiration between the two of us. I finally rolled her to my side, which released my still hard and aching dick, and she looked up at me, her eyes showing none of the signs of exhaustion that her body was expressing. Without a word she draped a leg over my hips and re-established our connection, her pussy still wet and ready gave no resistance as I pushed forward, back into her body. We kissed passionately as I made love to her, side-by-side. I had regained some control, so a premature climax was no longer a risk, or so I thought. "Cum in me!" she groaned into my mouth, while we were still kissing. The words forcing the air of her voice into my mouth, allowing me to not only hear the sexy simple phrase, but to also taste and feel it. I only pushed into one more time before my release began. This culminating thrust was far more instinctual that the rest of our romantic love making, as the animal desire in me took over and positioned my cock deep within her. My cum was equally forceful, and when the first wave exploded in her she groaned again in response to what she could no doubt feel. But my climax was far from over, and I held my breath as I pushed into her again and again and again, each time releasing more of myself into her flooded pussy. We remained interlocked and frozen for a moment or two while we kissed and she whispered into my ear things like 'that was wonderful...' and 'wow!', simple little phrases that stroked my ego and rewarded my curiosity about her appraisal of the experience. We finally lay side by side as she quickly drifted to sleep. I could not sleep, however, and while I would have liked to eye her body for hours, I eventually managed a sheet over her naked form, covering her freckled chest and smooth legs that were begging me not to be covered. I still managed to stay awake for nearly an hour, just to watch her breath, laugh silently at the little drop of saliva that escaped her parted lips, and to stoke her hair back behind her ears. It was after midnight, however, and being both physically satiated and fatigued, I dropped my head to the pillow and curled up behind her slowly, as not to wake her. I doubt either of us moved until I woke an hour later, urgently needing to relieve my bladder and being thirsty as well. I slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later, noticing that Cami had not been disturbed by my absence. But awake she was, smiling wide enough to bring her dimple into view once I got close enough to see her face despite the low light. She playfully grabbed my limp member. "I guess 33 is the age when once is more than enough for the old boy?!" she teased, as she pulled on my dick. "Yup, just too much for me... this guy is retired for the evening", I joked back. "We'll see..." she giggled as she moved closer and kissed my chest. She flicked her tongue over a nipple and then bit it much harder that I was expecting. She laughed at my yelp of pain and then gently kissed and licked the same nipple in an effort to ease the pain. I moaned in response to her attention and twirled her hair in my hands as I massaged her scalp. The idea of her going down on me was not even remotely on my mind. My last self-obsessed girl friend wanted nothing to do with my dick once it had mingled with her own sex. The taste, or the smell, maybe just the thought of where it had been was a total turn off to her, and even the act of oral sex when my equipment was fresh and clean was not on her list of common bedroom tricks. So ingrained in my expectations, or lack thereof, of oral sex at this juncture is why I looked down in total surprise when I realized Cami was taking me into her mouth. I was only half erect as she started to twirl her tongue around the head, but only seconds later when she licked my shaft from bottom to top, over and over, I was at full attention. And she continued to orally attend to me in a way no other women I had been with had done before. She consumed me, swallowed me, kissed me and explored my cock as if it where an object of great desire to her. I could appreciate her skill and attention because it was the same way I felt about performing oral sex, as oral sex was possibly more intimate an act in my mind that intercourse itself. Putting a persons most sexual elements in your mouth, kissing and facing them with nothing more than a goal to consume your partner in love and pleasure was a complete act of love and giving. The pleasure of giving head far outweighed the benefits of receiving, in my humble opinion. And now I was the recipient of such an act, a person who was treating me with adoration while giving into complete lust. I laid back and tried to analyze what she was doing to me, but eventually just gave into the physical pleasure of feeling the head of my cock touch the back of her throat while she tried to take me into her delicate mouth. The sensation of her gentle sucking of my balls was an even more urgent sensation which startled me once again, forcing me to open my eyes and look down to make sure what I was feeling was actually happening. She sensed my enjoyment and sucked both balls into her mouth and massaged them with her tongue while she applied a fair amount of pressure on my cock with her hand, squeezing and stroking slowly. I could feel a climax approaching and wanted to warn her, to allow her to back off in case a mouth full of semen was not her thing. But she suddenly stopped most of what she was doing to my groin and closed her eyes, resting her forehead against my inner thigh. I panicked as it looked like she was going to be sick, but then nearly lost my load as I saw what was actually going on. Buried between her parted legs as she knelt before me was her hand. What I could see given the angle and lighting was limited, but I know her hand was moving with speed, rhythm, and force over her own sex, and as I focused I was certain that 2 or more fingers were dipping in and out of her pussy, while her thumb and forefinger were providing the friction needed on her clit. I could also see what little light was making its way through the bedroom window was reflecting off the slick wetness of her fingers and hand. Her climax built slowly, and then exploded! She mumbled several things, but none clear or loud enough that I could determine anything intelligible. Her forehead was pressed against my thigh throughout her climax and gradual release, only raising once her hand was pulled way from her cunt and brought up to grab my throbbing cock. Her eyes did not open, post orgasm, but she easily found my dick and swallowed it as her gooey hand worked my scrotum and even teased me near my anus. There was an even greater feeling of lustful consumption as she pushed my dick further and further into her searing hot mouth. I held my breath for well over 20 seconds as I felt my balls rise and then deliver an almost endless stream of cum into her mouth that was tightly clamped over my entire dick. And I almost forgot to breathe as I continued to cum, not finally gasping for air until I felt faint. As she pulled my sore penis from her mouth, my cum and her saliva sloppily flooded over my groin. It was messy, but so very erotic as it trailed from her lips and tongue and oozed over my swollen cock and balls, seeping into my pubic hair. She crawled back up my body. "I really don't like to swallow," she admitted, "I'm sorry for the mess!" "That was amazing," was all I could must in response. I didn't care about the mess, nor did I care that she was now kissing me, and that I could taste myself on her lips, lips that felt swollen and tender from all the work they had just performed. I didn't care that it was going to be light in a few hours and that the coming day was going to be tough to manage with so little sleep. If fact, there was little care or worry on my mind at all, except for the emotionally overwhelming sense of affection I felt for Cami. I was already plotting breakfast, sending her flowers, securing her for dinner tomorrow night... hell every night! I want to find the energy to ravish her again, but her eyes were tired and my chance to return her favors would have to wait. We slept in each others arms, taking in a few precious hours of rest before morning and a certain reality that we would both have to face. For me, the reality of the coming dawn could not come soon enough and I am certain I slept with a smile.