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	A Tribute to Jonnie Don Winslow (dwin2001@Yahoo.com)
   The willowy girl smiled to see the pleased look in my eyes as she stood
before me, barefoot, wearing nothing but her underwear, shiny and
bronze-colored, metallic bra and panties.  I took in those fragile
shoulders, draped with that long aubrun hair, and the clean lines of that
lithe, supple body, a slight, almost boyish figure.  Then I was on my knees
before her, looking up to adore that slim, small-breasted form: the lean,
taut torso, those precious little breasts, high-set, and softly cradled in
the slippery silk of her thin brassiere.  In front of me: a pair of naked
thighs; slender, silky legs -- close set, thin but shapely.  I wet my lips,
and resisted the overwhelming urge to reach out and savor the smoothness of
those splendid lengths with my fingertips.
   Before my eyes, the slick bronze panties rode low on the jutting ridges
of slight, narrow hips.  Bending over, I edged closer.  Jonnie
instinctively tensed, held herself perfectly still, scarcely daring to
breathe as I moved to within inches of her pantied sex.  Now I caught a
whiff of her woman-scent; tangy, pungent, vaguely reminiscent of the sea.
The damp gusset of Jonnie's panties, moistened with the first hint of
sexual dew, was already wetly plastered to the modest tuck of her
netherlips.  I longed to plunge my face between those heavenly thighs,
wedging it deep, to nuzzle there, and rub my cheeks up and down the satiny
smooth surface of the innerflesh.
   Instead, I ducked down, to plant a single, wet kiss just at the center
of her crotch, a kiss that drew from the rigidly-held girl a shivering gasp
of air sucked in through tightly clenched teeth.  Pressing my nose into the
slippery nylon, I inhaled deeply, drinking her in, intoxicated by that
heady smell of her womanhood, and slid down to bury my face deep between
those choice thighs before arching back to extend my tongue and lick the
girl's underarch through the thin covering of her silken panties.  Jonnie
stiffened; a quiver shot through her lean body.  Confused hands found my
shoulders; clutched them so as to steady herself, while the girl swayed,
like a reed in the wind, and from deep in her throat came a low, moan of
surrender.
   My excitement surged.  With trembling hands, I reached up to hook my
curled fingers into the front of the low slung underpants, drawing the girl
towards me by pulling on the stretching panties as she threw back her head,
letting her hair fall down behind, while her reedy body arched back in a
graceful bow.
   I wanted more of her.  Needed to have more of her.  Needed to feel that
young supple body in my tingling hands.  Reaching out, I clamped those
pantied hips and held her, palms curved to fit the contours of her precise,
little butt, while my fingers curled around to dig into the firm resiliency
of those small, high-set rearcheeks.  I luxuriated in playing with her ass,
squeezing, deeply kneading the pert mounds of Jonnie's neatly rounded
bottom through the slippery silk of her thin panties.
   I could wait no longer.  Using just my thumbs and fingertips, I very
precisely took up the thin elastic just at each hip, and it was then that I
felt that special thrill as I began to slowly lower Jonnie's underpants for
the first time, the thrill of uncovering this new girl's lightly-furred
sex, inch by inch, bringing into view the slightly mounded triangle of
Jonnie's young womanhood with its dusting of fawn-colored pussyfur.  The
strip tucked between Jonnie's legs had ridden up and now it clung to her
damp pussy.  Momentarily caught up in the sticky wetness of her
rapidly-moistening pussy, the stretching panties suddenly sprung free to
continue their descent, till I had the twisted nylon bunched just above her
knees.  I left the displaced underpants there, slovenly twisted, inside
out, just at half-mast, stretched across those delicious thighs.  I paused
to leisurely study the lightly-furred vulva that was now mine to admire. 
For the longest time I just stared at Jonnie's naked sex, waiting just
inches from my eyes, studying the half-hidden cleft, that neat tuck of
modest pussylips, embedded in the riot of fine soft curls, while the
long-haired girl, her eyes closed, held herself taut, perfectly still, arms
rigidly at her sides, scarcely daring to breathe as she let herself be
exposed to me for the very first time.
   THE END
   
    

Jonnie