I had come to the United States on a business cum pleasure trip. I had a couple
of meetings with my prospective publishers in the US and Canada and had lined up
a series of lectures in various institutions. Before starting I had received an
invitation from Vivianna to have dinner with her and I had conveyed to her that
I would try to fit it in my schedule. I had promised to her that I would give
her a call as soon as I find some gap in my schedule. A meeting with a Montreal
publisher was cancelled and I had a couple of day's leisure time. I rang her
number early in the morning and found an enthusiastic Vivianna on the line.
"Hi, Viv, how's life?" I asked.
"Well, pretty much routine but no complaints!" Viv replied in her sweet voice.
"I had promised you that I would talk to you if I have some free time. My
meeting with a publisher here in Toronto is cancelled and I have a couple of
days free."
"Oh, well. Let me see. Yeah, this evening I do not have anything to do. Can you
come up to my place by seven in the evening? I will cook a nice dinner for us."
"But-Viv, I thought we should go out-"
"Sav, please. Don't worry. No problem for me at all. Just be here by seven. Do
you know the address?"
"Yes, I think so. I have to drive out of Toronto to Kitchener and Waterloo is
just a few kilometers away. Isn't it?" I ventured.
"That's right Sav, but do you know where to come in Waterloo?" Viv asked in her
sweet and sensuous voice.
I fumbled with my diary and address book and read aloud, "50, Amos Avenue,
Waterloo.. Isn't that your address?"
"Yeah, sure it is. So be seeing you in the evening. I have to hurry up for the
office,"
"Okay, I'll be there. Bye," I knew Viv was working in a financial institution
and had a busy office schedule.
"Bye," said Viv in her voice, which was as pleasant as the jingling of bells.
Amos and Waterloo-I juggled with the words, as is my habit. Amos means bosses in
Spanish and Waterloo is the famous place in Europe where Duke of Wellington
defeated Napoleon. To meet one's Waterloo meant to face defeat, I knew.
I had always fantasized about Viv. Ever since we came in contact. First it was
mails. Then she had liked my submissions and posted them on her site. Then a
couple of phone calls. Now Viv was going to meet me in person. I knew she liked
my writing and me. I had seen her photograph. She had sent it to me through
mail. She appeared to be beautiful. She had green eyes and wore shoulder length
chestnut hair. She had lovely straight nose and lovely luscious lips on a
beautiful face, which had a radiant complexion.
I would have loved to kiss those luscious lips and stroke the hair. Well, I
would have loved to do many, many more things. But would she act like "Amos"? Or
would it be "Waterloo" of my desires? I would have to wait and see.
I checked out of the hotel and hired a car to take me to Waterloo. I think we
drove along highway 401 and then took motorway 8 to reach Waterloo. It took and
hour and a half. We passed towns like Milton and Cambridge.
All the while when the car was racing towards Waterloo I was thinking of Viv. I
had read most of her erotic stories and poems. I liked her style - very subtle
and direct. Her stories always upped one's desires and I was excited most of the
times when I read her stories. I had started fantasizing about Viv when she
first wrote to me saying she had liked my poems. I would imagine her lying on a
couch alone reading my poems and masturbating. Her hand would be caressing her
pussy and inserting middle finger inside her wet cunt. While reading she must be
getting excited and her finger would rub her clitoris madly and she would cum, I
imagined.
Thinking of her my cock used to become erect and the tip used to be wet and
sticky. Even while traveling my hand would go to my crotch but I kept quiet, as
I did not want to get the driver any ideas.
Finally we reached Waterloo and my excitement had reached a crescendo.
I pushed the button and heard a low but sweet voice of Viv. "One moment please!"
I had heard the voice a number off times on the phone and I started imagining
how she would look.
The door opened. It sure was Viv. Very pretty and smiling. "Oh come on in," she
said in her sweet almost seductive voice.
I came in. It appeared to be a three-room apartment. We came through a passage
to a drawing room. It was partitioned and on the other side was a small kitchen.
Viv was wearing a reddish gown that was silky smooth. It was thin and gave a
good idea of her wonderful figure. It stuck to her body so nicely I kept on
imagining her body inside the gown. I wished somehow the gown should part and
reveal the fantastic body within. I yearned to see more and secret places of
Viv.
"Sav how was the trip?"
"Oh, quite comfortable," I managed to say plucking my erotic thoughts away
answering her question.
"Be comfortable here. Want to read something? I will put the TV on for you," Viv
said and went to the corner of the room. She bent to put the instrument on. Her
gown-covered butt was so shapely that I could scarcely put my desire down to go
behind her and pull the gown up and squeeze her delightful buns.
She came towards me and bent again to take out a couple of magazines from the
bottom platform of a coffee table. I found my breathing become faster as I could
see her beautiful breasts through the neck of the gown as she bent. I could
almost see the round brown nipples and the lovely tips they had. They appeared
to be straight and cylindrically shaped. I had a burning urge to take both the
nipples in my fingers and squeeze them and slowly twist them. I was sure she
would like that. I do not know if she read that because she smiled softly and
collecting her gown neatly scurried towards the kitchen.
I watched the program on the TV. As luck would have it, it was showing a parade
of beauties wearing bikini. As girl after girl walked towards the camera and
turned to walk back I could see their luscious bodies-their oscillating breasts,
their navels and their crotch covering pieces. When they walked back I could see
their swinging butts almost bare, as the piece at the rear was almost as thin as
a string. My desire started burning like a wild fire, as I wanted to open their
butts and see and touch their asses.
"Sav, dear, can you please come here and help me?" I heard Viv calling me from
the kitchen.
"Yeah, sure!" I said and went to the kitchen.
Viv's hands were full with some kind of sauce and she wanted me to get a pot
from the shelf. She was standing at such a place near the platform that I had to
stand very near to her and reach for the pot. In the process my body pressed
against hers. A wonderful sensation passed through my body. She must be wearing
a very thin dress, I thought, because I felt as if I was touching her naked
body. An almost painful urge to have sex with Viv made me contort and Viv looked
at me. I just smiled and after handing over the pot to her brushed her hips with
my front. She pressed her butt against my front ever so slightly but I felt like
removing her gown and start fucking her there.
As if Viv read my thoughts she said in her sweet voice, "Sav, now that you are
here and my hands are not clean, would you mind scratching my back a little?"
"Why, it would be my pleasure!" I remarked happy with the thought that I would
be touching her body again. I started scratching her body from outside the gown.
She turned and gave a sexy smile.
"Sav, are you so dumb? Do it from inside, silly!"
Now my heart was pounding so fast I was sure Viv could have heard it and we were
standing quite close. I slowly lifted her gown from behind. I was pleasantly
surprised that she was not wearing anything beneath. Her beautiful butt was very
smooth and curvaceous. The two rounds intersected in an arrow-like fashion. From
behind there was a hint of dark brownish pubic hair around her pussy. I touched
her butt and lightly brushed my palm on each hemisphere. Viv moved in a
snakelike fashion and I was certain she enjoyed my tactile response very much.
I, however, moved my fingers in a comb-like fashion through the joint of her
butt up on to her back and started scratching.
"Sav, scratch it a little hard," Viv almost commanded and I did exactly what she
wanted. Her smooth white skin immediately reddened. "Oh, no!" I exclaimed.
"What?" Viv asked.
"No, your skin has reddened and I am afraid I was a little too harsh. I think
some cooling will be required. You got some cream?" I asked.
"Saaaaaav! Why do you need a cream? Use your tongue," Viv said in very sexy
voice.
"Okay, okay." I felt like a fool and started kissing her back. Viv writhed in
pleasure. I moved my lips in circular fashion and sometimes just touching and
sometimes pressed hard on her back. I did this for a while and slowly moved
downwards. Again touching her hips and caressing them with one hand I started
kissing them one by one. The roundness and softness of the flesh made my kiss
very exciting. I collected a lot of saliva in my mouth and licked her but the
way one licks the ice-cream cone.
Now Viv had started moaning in a low tone. She was moving her hips in an
undulating motion. I parted the cheeks of her butt and her beautiful ass became
visible. Against the surrounding white velvety skin her reddish brown asshole
looked like a printed flower on a white linen bed-sheet. Her shit-hole was so
enticing that I could not refrain from kissing that too. Viv now went into a
kind of trance and moved her ass in such a way as to ensure full coverage of my
kiss. I licked her ass and it tasted a little sour and salty but there was a
hint of sweetness in it. I loved the taste and moved my finger up in her wet
asshole and tasted it. My, my! It was simply delicious. But I did not go deeper
as I was afraid of hurting her.
Suddenly the taste of her ass changed. It turned a little more sour and salty.
And it was stickier than my saliva. I realized that Viv's pussy was drooling
with juice. The dripping nectar from her cunt had reached her shit-hole and had
added flavor to her tasty ass. I started licking in frenzy. Viv had become
delirious with pleasure and slowly moved her around and I found her lovely minge
in front of me.
"My, my!" I uttered in great joy. Her nooky looked very exciting. Her curly
pubic hair was woven into a smooth soft mat around her pussy. At some places on
the mat drops of sticky juice from her cunt were hanging like pearls from an
embroidered velvet jacket. The thin membranous lips of her twat looked sweet.
They looked pink-red and moist with her cunt-honey.
"Sav, what are you waiting for?" Viv egged me on. With that she gave a big
thrust to her pelvis and I found Viv's wonderful pussy beckoning me to be licked
right in front of me. The labia were now throbbing gently. They appeared to be
saying to me, "Come on! Lick us! Eat us. We are waiting for you to do that!"
I jutted out my tongue made it wetter with a generous coat of my saliva and
started moving it on the lips of Viv's vulva. I gently opened the folds and
moved my wet tongue into the crevices. I made several rounds of licking her
vaginal lips. Her pussy was dripping with succus like the juice coming out from
a very ripe fruit. Like a greedy cat licking at a saucer of milk I was lapping
up the sap of her cunt.
"Oh, ooh, aaah…," Viv was moaning with pleasure as I was enjoying every moment
of my cunt-eating exercise. With a somewhat heightened energy I moved towards
Viv's clit, which was now swollen into the shape of a reddish peanut. As I
proceeded to suck and tease Viv's clitoris with my lips the pleasure became
excruciating for Viv. Till now she was holding my head in her hands. Now she
started pulling my hair with ecstasy.
"Sav, Sav, please let me unbutton you, but for Chris sakes don't stop," she was
literally begging. I wondered how she could unbutton me while I was servicing
her pussy. Then an idea struck me. In the same position as I was giving my lip
service to her clit I held her butt with my both hands from behind and pushed
her towards the kitchen sink first.
"Wash your hands, my sexy slut!" I called and then suddenly realized that I had
sworn in my tempo. "Sorry, Viv, I actually …" I started.
While wiping her hands with nearby tissue Viv said almost pleadingly, "No, no,
no, Sav. Call me what you like but for heaven's sake don't stop!"
"No, I won't, my beautiful bitch!" I responded immediately and led her in the
same position toward the carpet in the drawing room. I made her sit on the couch
for a while and asked her to slide to the floor slowly. All this time I was
continuing with my eating of her clitoris. Viv continued to groan as she lay on
her back on the carpet. Continuing my licking, I rotated myself in such a
fashion that my crotch was in front of her mouth. Her hands were free then,
which she used to unzip my trousers and pull it down. She removed my
undergarment and started fondling my growing penis. At her touch it grew at a
rapid rated and swelled up showing the enlarged tip. It was oozing with a sticky
liquid. Viv put the tip of her wet tongue on the tip and moved it around. She
gathered the sticky juice in her mouth and relished it.
"Oh my God. What a delicious dish you are, Sav. Gimme more of it you fucker!"
"If we give each other more of what we're already giving, we needn't have our
dinner you goddamned hussy pussy!" I joked and Viv seemed to like it because she
started licking at the tip of my tool ferociously.
I moved my tongue inwards and started licking the walls of Viv's vagina. Now it
tasted very nice. It had a beautiful admixture of sourness, sweetness and
saltiness in it. The reaction to this action was immense and Viv started jumping
her butt up and giving a thrust to her vagina so that my tongue would dig deeper
and deeper inside.
On her part she had now accumulated a lot of spittle in her mouth. She covered
first the tip of my member with it and then started sucking at it. At first she
licked my by now rigid and erect cock and later covered it with her mouth. My
penis is not very big and it got enveloped easily in her mouth. Since it was all
wet I was riding on a crest of the pleasure wave when she almost shouted, "Sav,
I am am.. I am coming.."
"Me too, darling," I said and unloaded a whole lot of my semen in her mouth and
just about that time I felt a somewhat different taste in my mouth as she gushed
forth her sticky salty and sour cum on my tongue.
We both lay satisfied on the floor for a long time relishing our experience.
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