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This story was written for the ASSTR Easter 2001 Challenge
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T-shirt Teasing At Easter - by Jeff Zephyr  (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) (MF
rom cons oral exhib, F exhib) c 2001.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.

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T-shirt Teasing At Easter by Jeff Zephyr


I got home late, tired from work.  Everyone was asleep, that is, except
for her, my darling.  I did try to keep quiet, coming into the house,
not wanting to wake our guests.  But she'd waited up for me, quietly. 
As I sat in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, she came in to greet me,
wearing a long T-shirt, legs and feet bare.

I like T-shirts on girls.  Not so fancy as nightgowns for sleeping in,
and not as purely comfy as pajamas.  Nothing at all like fancy party
dresses, intended to attract attention.  T-shirts are enticing all the
same, especially when you wonder what is underneath.  The cloth conforms
nicely to the shape of the body.  Raw nudity is wonderful, too, but the
impression of being dressed, especially in a public situation, while
being secretly exposed, is exciting.

"Hello, lover," she said, moving to stand next to where I was sitting,
then leaning to hug me.  I put my coffee down to hug her back, closely. 
Then, I looked up to invite her to kiss me.  The thin cloth she wore
didn't slow down sensations much at all, either way.  She kissed me,
sweetly and softly, not insistently.  But slowly, taking her time,
sharing the warmth and wetness of our tongues.  I ran my hands down her
back, rubbing gently.  Then, slowly, lower and lower, feeling the soft
flesh underneath her shirt, smooth skin barely covered by thin cotton.

I reached the hem at mid-thigh, and continued past it, caressing her
bare legs.  She felt chilled, and I pressed on her skin, rubbing it to
warm her.  When I reached the back of her knees, I stopped, and began to
reverse my path.  I'd felt no interruption in the smoothness of her
body, underneath her shirt, as I'd ran my hands down.  That made me
curious, as well as adding a new warmth inside me, contemplating the
situation.

When I reached the hem of her T-shirt again on the way up, I let my
hands slip inside, underneath the cloth, stroking the bare skin on the
back of her naked thighs.  Our kiss hadn't stopped, all the while,
arousing me, and perhaps her as well.  I cupped my hands together as I
reached her bare bottom, hugging her bare behind.  Pulling her closer,
as I felt my way up along the crease in her backside, with nothing but
skin and sensitive places beneath my fingers.

I didn't try to pull her shirt up, observing her naked self only by
touch.  I held her bare bottom for a while, kneading and hugging her, as
we kissed.  Then, I moved my hands down slowly, gently following the
line in the center with my fingers.  Right between her legs, stroking
her sweet, warm, wet place, feeling her soft fur, and pressing gently
into her moist opening.

Not for long, this was just a greeting, saying 'Hello, I'm glad to feel
and see you again.'  No words were needed, our kisses and touches were
enough to let me know that she wanted me.  But hunger for food also hit,
and I needed the energy.  If I wanted to do more than sleep, I had to
eat food.  So this sweet exploration would have to wait.

She stopped kissing me, and went to get me supper, before I took my
fingers off her sweetness and asked her to do that.  I said "Hello,
darling," and talked a little about my day, and how very nice it was to
see her again.  It wasn't like I couldn't have gotten my own food,
especially since all we did was microwave it to warm it up.  I didn't
even ask her to do it.  She just did it, knowing that I was tired, and
would appreciate it.

I could have said something sexual, teasing or suggestive, now that I'd
confirmed my suspicions about her attire.  She truly had only that
single thin garment to cover her.  Her legs were well exposed, soft and
lovely.  Her naked bottom would only be concealed if she were standing
upright.  We could be interrupted easily, by our children who might not
care or even notice, being too young to worry much about such things. 
But our holiday guests certainly might, and I didn't know how they might
react.  Shock, or desire, but certainly some kind of teasing, at the
least.  Yet she seemed not to care about that at all, as if it was just
she and I, alone in the house, together.  Waiting for our time to get
romantic, with no need to get up early for work the next day.

I didn't need to speak of this.  For one thing, if anyone was up,
talking much about it might draw their attention, though we did try to
speak quietly.  Her naked bottom said more than words, inviting me to
touch it, caress, it.  Her wetness, and my touch to bring out more of
it, was my offer to her.  Words seemed unnecessary, and if someone was
listening, it might be embarrassing.


As she leaned over to get my warmed food out of the microwave, I got a
brief view of the bare flesh above her legs.  Seeing it added to my
excitement, even though I'd often seen her lovely naked bottom.  Despite
the fact that I'd just held it, long and lovingly, in my hands,
something about seeing it made it more exciting, especially since we
weren't alone in our house.  This added to my appetite, both for food
and other things.  I attacked my meal, eating quickly.  Though I felt
exhausted when I arrived home, I felt new energy fill me.  I didn't
believe that it was merely the taste of food which did that for me.

She let me eat, silent, as she picked up things in our kitchen.  She was
facing away from me, as she bent over completely to get something off
the floor.  This exposed her bare bottom fully.  Since her legs were
apart, the opening of her sex, the soft sensitive button above that, and
her thin, trimmed pubic hair, were all clearly visible.  This was a
lovely sight, and I gasped, as it literally took my breath away.

She stayed in that position, not saying anything, as if she might be
looking for something on the floor.  But I knew better.  I loved to look
at her, no matter how often I saw her like this.  She was well aware of
that, posing like this, showing her sweet, wet pussy to me.

I was tempted to interrupt my quick supper, as I'd already stopped for
the moment to gape at her.  A taste for something sweeter than food,
delicious and warm, filled me.  I could see it, so inviting and open. 
But she stood and turned around, completing her cleanup task, after
remaining bent over long enough to tease me well.  Making love in the
kitchen with guests about would be risky, anyway, I told myself.

I resumed my meal, as she finished what little tasks she could find. 
Then, she pulled a chair out next to me, sitting and talking with me. 
To me, mostly, telling about her day, and all sorts of things, letting
me listen as I ate.

The chair she found a bit uncomfortable, perhaps, because she got up and
moved it, away from the table.  As she sat down, with the chair facing
directly at me, her legs parted to give me a clear vision of her soft
pubic hair, and the places below.  Only a momentary flash, though, as
she closed her legs, then pushed the hem of the T-shirt down.  The view
of her sweet pussy from the front added to my pleasure, and my appetite
seemed to grow even more.

She then pushed the T-shirt down further, past her knees, catching it on
them.  While this concealed the lower parts well, it tightened the cloth
above, pressing it against her breasts.

"It is cold.  Brrr!" she told me, shaking her body.  I could have
mentioned that more clothing could make her warmer, but her breasts
jiggled so nicely, and the hard nipples poked out, distinctly visible,
almost as though nothing was in the way. 

"I'm sure I can find some way to warm you up, soon," I said, smiling,
licking my lips suggestively. "I can think of some things we could rub
together for warmth.  You heat me up nicely, my love, just sitting
there."

Her T-shirt teasing reminded me of other situations in the past.  With
her - but we knew them already - and with others.  I mentioned how nice
T-shirts were for warming up, and that led to talking about past
encounters, hers and mine.  Telling each other sexy stories, true or
otherwise, is always fun. The best are true stories, not because they
are always the hottest, but because they let us share our memories. 
Becoming closer, because of our shared secrets.

Since I was the one who brought up T-shirts, I started telling her my
hot T-shirt story first.

"There was this friend of mine, a guy, and we were supposed to get
together for something or other, a road trip thing.  So I stopped by his
place early that morning.  He wasn't up yet, but his girlfriend was. 
She'd answered the door wearing just a T-shirt, maybe not even as long
as yours, but darker."

My darling asked me, "Was she pretty?", with a smile on her face.  I
knew that meant she liked this, teasing comparisons with other women,
because she'd always win, no matter how nice I found someone else.

"Very lovely, and I flirted with her often.  It wasn't serious, really,
because she was with my friend.  But I did let her know that I admired
her, finding her sexy."

Stopping a moment to finish the last bit of my meal, I went on.  "Well,
she invited me in for coffee.  Not an unusual thing, but she didn't go
and get something else to cover up with."

"Interesting," my darling said, eyes twinkling at me, as she spread her
legs under her shirt, pulling it even tighter, but away from her body,
concealing everything now.

"After pouring my coffee, she got some creamer off a high shelf. 
Reaching up made her shirt rise, and it wasn't really long enough to
cover her when she was standing.  Her bottom was exposed to her waist. 
I was single and horny, and the sight of her bare ass, from an angle so
I couldn't see her pussy. It was still awesomely lovely, and went
straight to my cock, no way to hold my reaction back there.

"As she turned back towards me, spotting my reaction and stare, her
pussy briefly popped into view, before her shirt dropped down to conceal
it."

Talking about this generated a reaction in me now, if not quite as
strong as the original exposure.  I'm sure my darling noticed that too,
as I spread my legs a little and turned toward her, trying to making it
harder to spot.  I wondered if she was reacting as well, but other than
her face, it was hard to see anything.  I liked how her legs wiggled
slightly, rocking on the chair, knowing that her bare bottom was rubbing
directly against the hard wood.

I went on with my story after this brief pause for such thoughts, while
sipping my coffee.  She didn't interrupt me, waiting patiently.  "Well,"
I said, "she went off to check on my friend, to see if he was awake or
not.  She'd told me he'd gone out the night before, and didn't seem
likely to wake up, but she'd try it anyway."

I smiled, thinking about what I remembered, and said, "When she came
back, she said 'He's out of it.  Maybe he'll wake up.  I told him you
were here, but he didn't say anything.  Didn't even move.'

"She went about the kitchen, picking up and moving things, which gave me
brief flashes of her bottom, from both sides.  Her shirt wasn't long
enough to cover her, and she knew that, but was still walking around in
front of me.  It was possible she did this only by accident, or it was
normal for her to be bare-bottomed in her own place.  The next thing,
though, certainly was no accident."

"What happened?", my darling asked me, letting her shirt fall tight
against her breasts again, pulling one leg up on the chair, sliding her
pussy right to the edge, though I couldn't see it.  Her shirt concealed
the details, but I knew her well, what she'd be letting touch and rub to
please herself.

I said, "The next thing?  She sat on the chair across from me, pulling
it away from the table so that nothing would stop me from seeing her
body.  While doing that, she let her T-shirt slide up, so her entire
bare bottom was in contact with the chair.  The front of her T-shirt
barely covered her pussy, and that was mostly due to her legs being
crossed, not the cloth concealing it."

My darling interrupted me a moment as she stood up, hiked her shirt up a
little, but not quite enough to uncover her bottom for my view.  Then,
she sat back down, shirt no longer under her at all, legs crossed in
front of her.

I liked this game, her playing the part from the story.  I went on,
saying, "Well, the girl leaned towards me a little, and said, 'You've
always been a lot of fun to be around, you know?'  As she said this, she
uncrossed her legs, spreading them slightly.  Then, slowly, she opened
them up wide, pulling her T-shirt up a little so nothing would block my
sight of her bare pussy.  Fully exposed, open wide, a lovely patch of
fur surrounding her sweet slit and opening.  Her clitoris was visible,
peeking out, looking so delicious, I sighed with desire looking at it. 
Moisture glistened on her opening below, and droplets were present all
along her slit, and her hard clit.  There was no pretense about an
accidental show of her sweet pussy.  This was for me, something to
arouse me, tease me, maybe something beyond that, and I couldn't ignore
it.

My darling asked me, grinning, "Like this?" She pulled her T-shirt up
past her navel, uncovering her tiny pubes, her lovely mons, and her
lovely abdomen.  She uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide, giving me
a dazzling view of her sweetest place.  My dick was already twitching
from the vision from my memories, but this real life show made it rock
hard, and I contracted my muscles, to reduce the pressure of it trying
to escape from my pants.

"Yes, that is what it was like," I replied, in a quiet voice.  "I don't
think it was as pretty as that, but it certainly affected me strongly. 
I wanted to reward her for the show she was giving me."

"Hmm, what kind of reward did you offer?", my darling asked me.  She
closed her legs tight, then opened them wide again, putting pressure on
herself.

"An oral one.  I told her that I'd like to kiss her pussy, to make her
feel what she was doing to me."

"And did she like the tip you gave her?"

"She stopped me before I could give her much of one, at least, as much
as I felt I owed her."

"That's too bad," my darling replied, sticking her tongue out at me and
licking her lips. "You give good tips."

"I think she liked the tip of my tip," I said, sticking my tongue out
and flicking it, suggestively, to make my point.  "When I knelt down
between her legs, her sweet aroma drew me right in.  I love the sweet
taste of wet pussy, and I hadn't tasted hers before.  The thought of a
new treat, and one which looked and smelled so good, was overwhelming. 
Besides, I'm a sucker for plump, hard clitorises, sticking up to eat. 
Er, clitorii?"

My lover said, "Something like that.  You sure like to suck it, whatever
you call them, anyway."  She put one hand on her thigh, then ran one
finger right up between her legs, right to her clit.  Flicking it,
drawing it up to peek out for us.  We both shared a fascination with
this particular area of female anatomy, playing with it with excessive
frequency.

I resumed my story, saying, "Her clit wasn't just fully visible,
sticking out hard, it was wet.  As though her arousal had spread far, or
she'd helped it along when she'd left the room to check on my sleeping
friend."

"Imagining you tasting my clit could make me wet like that," my darling
said.  Hers was moist now, as her finger softly stroked it in front of
me.

"I did start with her vagina, not her clit, lapping her flavor right up. 
She was wet, but I didn't want to rush.  But she seemed so ready for
more, and I couldn't resist tasting her clit, feeling its hardness
pulled between my lips.  I sucked it in hard, flipping my tongue rapidly
across it, licking it hard.  I would have done that for hours, it felt
so good, and her sighs of pleasure let me know that I was doing her
right."

"So, why didn't you?" my darling asked, flicking her clit hard with her
fingernail, making it jump each time she hit it, her whole body shaking
a little each time as well.

"She came, almost right away.  She cried out, but covered her mouth, to
stifle her noises.  I didn't let up on her clit, either, because she
kept getting off on my sucking it hard.  Coming hard, long and strong,
pushing her pussy into my face.  But when she slowed down, I did as
well.  To my surprise, she got up suddenly and ran off, out of the room,
leaving me kneeling alone on her kitchen floor."

"What happened next?"

"She came back, not long after that, and said, 'I'm sorry, sorry for
teasing you.'  Then, she hugged me, and said 'Thank you, for
understanding.  Don't say anything about this, OK?'

"I don't think she was planning to do more than tease me, get herself
hot, maybe show off a little for me.  She was my friend's girlfriend,
you know?  Anyway, I didn't mind helping her out if she was feeling
horny that day."

"Hmm," my darling answered me, "I think that I'd like a tip like that. 
If you think that this show is worth it?"  She spread her legs further,
tucking her feet behind the chair legs for leverage.  Then, she rubbed
her whole pussy with her hand, plunging two fingers inside her, drawing
moisture out on them.  She ran her fingers up her slit, catching the
center between them, drawing my attention to the hard, wet pearl she
held between them.  Letting me know that her arousal was real, not just
a bit of teasing.

Yet she didn't leave herself exposed for long, teasing me even more.  I
didn't even get to answer her question, though I think both of us
already knew.  Quickly, she plopped the front of her shirt down again,
pulling it past her knees, stretching it over them.  Making a tent which
again concealed every detail from view, yet I knew that her bare bottom
was still pressed against the chair, and for certain, the edge was
riding between her thighs, one leg down to the side.  From below, her
bottom would be easily visible.

"I'm freezing, it is so cold," she said to me.

However cold the rest of her might be, her pussy sure seemed hot enough. 
Another story came into my mind, thinking of hot pussy.  I was enjoying
this teasing game, and I told her, "This might warm you up.  Another
naked T-shirt story."

"Please, yes, tell me," she said.

"I stopped for gas, and another car pulled up next to mine.  A boy and
girl, teenagers, were in it.  The boy went into the station, and the
girl got out to pump the gas.  She was about 16, and wearing a long
T-shirt and tennis shoes, pretty blonde hair, slim, a girl to look at no
matter what she was wearing.  I saw no lines under the shirt, but it was
loose enough to make it easy to imagine shorts, or at least a bikini
bottom, being underneath.  On top, though, there was no doubt that it
was the only covering.  It wasn't transparent, but the bounce of her
pert breasts made  me imagine that she truly had nothing under it, not
just no bra, but nothing at all.  Just as strongly, I figured that no
one else had that idea.  I saw no one else looking at her in an obvious
way.

"I was younger then, so it didn't take much to make me hard.  And I
could do little to stop it happening.  I wore loose pants that day, with
no underwear on myself.  My observations excited me, and though I tried
to hold back my response, I still got visibly hard.  I didn't think that
anyone would notice, not unless they were close enough to me to see what
I was seeing.  An almost naked teen girl, pumping gas."

My darling said, "It would be fun to be out like that, bare bottom
barely covered, wind blowing up into my pussy."

"It did seem like she was having fun, because she was smiling brightly
while doing that.  A gust of wind made her T-shirt pop up, proving me
right.  Her long blonde hair was flying in the wind, looking very
pretty, but I saw something even better to stare at.  She was facing
towards me, looking at me, so when her shirt came up her bare pussy was
on display, sun shining brightly on it.  A tiny patch of pubic hair,
trimmed to just a circle on her mons, nothing concealing her cleft, it
looked lovely like that.  Made her look more naked that way, you know,
with the pink details of her pussy clearly visible."

"I know that you like looking at mine that way," my darling interjected.

"I smiled at her, watching this happen.  And she smiled back.  I'm sure
she could see my hard-on, but I was too far away to see any clear signs
of arousal from her.  Her legs weren't closed tight, and I could see
more than just her bare slit.  Imagining her naked pussy wasn't as good
as really seeing it.

"As the wind died down, and her shirt fell to conceal her nakedness, she
finished pumping her gas.  Rather than go into the station for her
boyfriend, or back into her car, she ran around her car.  All the way
around to the side facing me, with her car blocking anyone else but me
from seeing her body.  She'd already accidentally shown me her naked
bottom, but she wanted to be doubly sure I realized what she was doing. 
That there was nothing under her T-shirt but her lovely body, though, I
knew already.

"She pulled her T-shirt up, staring at me, watching to see how I'd
react.  Not just up to her waist, either.  Using both hands, she lifted
the front of her shirt to expose her lovely little breasts, firm and
round, with hard nipples, hurting me with desire.  Legs apart, spread,
not tight at all, let me see her pussy clearly, her lips parted, showing
her lovely pink middle.  We weren't far apart, a few feet, and I could
see everything so clearly.

"I didn't say anything, or move.  I just smiled at her, nodding my head
in approval.  My dick also nodded its approval, but I couldn't control
it.  Then, her boyfriend came back, and she dropped her shirt down.

"He didn't say anything, but I'm sure he noticed her showing herself to
me.  He was grinning broadly, smiling at her, at me, probably at
everybody.  They both got into the car and drove away.  He looked very
happy, ecstatic even.  I felt that he was a very lucky boy, enjoying
such a girl in his life."


My darling stood up, stretching her arms and legs, letting her bare
bottom, her lovely pussy, pop into view as her shirt rose.  She then
pulled the T-shirt up, over the top of her lovely breasts, showing me
that her nipples were hard, her breasts swaying in front of me.  I
stared, entranced at this lovely vision, and her daring in doing so with
our guests not far away.

"Do you feel lucky, hmm?", she asked me, shaking her body to make her
breasts bounce even more.

"Yes," I said, softly, sighing. It was hard to speak, and I didn't say
more.  I knew that I was lucky.  It didn't matter how often I'd seen her
this way, it always excited me.  She could make me hot with desire with
a glance, but her naked body, showing off, teasing me and herself with
touches and flashes, made me crazy with lust.  She covered herself up,
but not before I turned away from looking at her, which took a long
time, a couple of minutes in reality. But it felt like an eternity.  I
only looked away to see if someone might be coming to catch us like
that, not because I'd tired of looking at her.

I'd finished my meal, so I put the dishes in the washer.  We went to the
bathroom together, to share warming up in the hot water of our shower. 
I was a little worried that our guests might wake up from our
activities, but figured that they would understand if we wanted to do
something more amorous than merely washing up in the shower.  I did
expect that we'd mostly wash up, then escape to the privacy of our room
for the main event.

I stripped naked first, dropping my dirty clothes into the hamper.  I
could cover myself with a towel for the trip to our room, so it didn't
matter that I'd brought nothing to change into.  I said, "Wait until I
get cleaned up a little.  No need for you to get all dirty, just to warm
up with me, OK?"

I hopped in the running shower first, and did the usual routine of
washing, slick with soap all over my body, rubbing my hard cock to calm
it a little.  We talked, teasing about what we'd be doing to each other
soon. Not that we'd likely do it exactly that way, because improvising
was so much fun, but talking about sucking on each other's bodies really
turned me on.  She could have gone to sleep, rather than waiting up for
me, but I think she wanted this as much as I did.  Maybe more.  I loved
her so, and wanted to make her happy tonight.  I knew that it wouldn't
take that much to get me off, but there is more to sex than just an
orgasm.

"T-shirts make you hot, don't they?", she asked, as she got into the
shower with me.  Still wearing her T-shirt, and I expected her to pull
it off rather than getting it soaked, because she liked to sleep in it
when it was chilly.  Instead, she moved next to me under the spray,
soaking it up.  The water quickly made it slick, sticking tight to her
body, and transparent enough to have a good impression of the details,
if not a clear view.  Her breasts, still with pointy hard nipples, were
wrapped in tight, wet cloth.  Her bottom was clearly visible.  The
lovely shape of her ass, the darker color of her pubic triangle, even
the center of her slit below, all could be seen through the wet
material.  Not clearly, as if she were naked, but definitely showing her
form in detail, revealing her nakedness under the garment.  Like a wet
T-shirt contest, soaked and sexy.

"I'd pick you as the winner in our wet T-shirt contest, you sexy thing!"
I said, smiling at her, holding her hands in mine, but not pushing our
bodies together.  That way, we could touch, but still look at each other
well.  Then, I added, "But won't you get cold, sleeping with your shirt
all wet like that?  I don't know if I want you next to me like that," I
teased, laughing.  She was teasing me, for sure, letting me see her
covered in the soaked T-shirt, not naked as usual.

"You can keep me warm tonight," she answered, serious in her sexiness,
almost purring with the desire dripping off her tongue, like the water
falling off our bodies.

I hugged her tightly, turning us within the shower so both could enjoy
the warm, gentle spray.  We rubbed our bodies together, using a little
soap but mostly just our fingers, and everything else, and soon any
chill we might have felt faded away.

"This shirt does get in the way," she told me, and she pulled it off,
tossing it out of the shower to the floor, leaving her naked with me,
but with nothing to wear after her shower.  That excited me too, her
risking more exposure, just to share her body with mine, to keep on
teasing me.  I knew she could find a towel or two, but there might not
be one big enough to cover her fully.  We had to go past our sleeping
guests to get to our room, and while I wasn't too worried about walking
past them in a towel, she might draw more attention if spotted.  Her
T-shirt, at least, would suggest that she might have something under it,
making her more 'decent'."

"I love you," she said, after she turned back and pressed her body into
mine.  Right before she kissed me, stopping me from saying it back to
her.  Those three words, said with sincerity, are the best aphrodisiac
ever invented.  Maybe it is the way she says it, reminding me that she
wants me, not just for sex, but for everything. I've always loved
kissing, especially when we are naked, feeling our whole bodies touch,
my hardness against her softness. I was already up for this, more than
ready for her, with her teasing in the kitchen.  But I had imagined we'd
wait until we were in our bed before really doing something about this
desire, up until this point.

She reached down with one hand as we kissed, putting it between our legs
where our sexes met.  My hard cock fell into her hand, and she pressed
it into her body.  Pushing it inside her, after rubbing it briefly
against her, making me hum with pleasure.  I put my hands behind her
bottom, helping to push us together.  I was glad our shower was wide
enough, and not so slippery, so we could spread our legs, without losing
our balance.  At least, making it less precarious, because doing things
in the shower is so much fun!  I could have asked her to try another
position, maybe lying down.  It would have felt safer, though I didn't
want to interrupt this moment, feeling the joy in our kisses joined with
that from below.

Our kiss was intense, fueling our passion.  We didn't stop it at all,
even when we started fucking.  Slowed a little, but didn't part our
lips, not even our tongues.  She wanted this, I knew without words.  Not
sex, that part was so obvious anyone could have known.  But making love
standing up, in the shower together, is both exciting and harder to do,
and was something else.  But I knew it, even so, and she showed me with
her actions that I was right.

She put her arms out, catching the handhold on one side, the curtain rod
on the other, for balance, as she pushed her hips hard into me.  She
wiveled them, pressing her body hard against mine, pressing on me within
herself, tight and sensual beyond words. Making love like this, standing
up, reminded me of dancing.  The music came from our shared passion, the
rhythm from the waves of our mutual pleasures.  It was like making love
outside in the rain, and that reminded me that it would be warm enough
to think about doing that soon.

My back blocked some of the shower spray, but water flowed over us,
falling between our bodies.  The slickness between us, the splashes on
our chests, abdomens, and pubes, added to the stimulation of our
thrusting gyrations, and delicious kisses.

She rocked her body hard against mine, rubbing her nipples across my
chest, brushing her tips against mine.  Our pubes brushed together, mine
against her sensitive button, and she moaned with pleasure, tickling my
tongue as we kiss.  We breathed through each other's mouths, softly,
breathlessly, not wanting to interrupt this long enough to take a full
breath.

Our thrusts were short, keeping our bodies tightly connected, not
pulling apart.  But the motion of our hips in this erotic dance of love
made up for that.  Our pubic muscles also helped, both of us trying to
play with each other there, pressing and pushing, in an ever so slow,
terrifically pleasurable fuck.  I didn't want our contact broken, and it
didn't matter if my immediate desire for long strokes, to speed my
release and intensify my pleasure, went unfulfilled.  I loved to feel
her pleasure, her passion driving us together.

On a dance floor, I'd end up leading, feeling foolish if I didn't do
that as expected.  But for our loving, for this time together, it was
much better to follow her.  Her movements got faster, and she leaned
back, pushing my hardness into her stronger, deeper, all the way into
her.  Our sexes were locked tight, as she held us together, not drawing
apart.  We rubbed our bodies together, blissful tingles of contact
flowing from our faces, our lips, breasts, pubes, even down to our feet
rubbing each other.  Barely thrusting, our motions confined to slow
rotations and internal tensing.

I held her ass tightly, holding her body up as she leaned back.  I bent
with her, and held her as she let her weight press down on me, pushing
her vagina down on my hard cock within as well.  The pressure there was
tremendous, and I felt like I might break rather than bend.  She pushed
hard into me, and I knew that her clitoris was crushed against my pubes,
while my cock pushed her vagina upward, stretching it, and my cock,
helping to catch her two most sensitive places at once.  She rocked her
hips back and forth, putting almost painful pressure between us.  The
warm water falling on us could not get in to reduce our natural
lubrication, and the heat of our motion together was pure pleasure.

Our lips and tongues had been locked in a near non-stop kiss, and now
she stopped, pulling her face back from mine, to cry out her joy.  She
thrust hard against me, and I pushed back, several times, squealing with
delight each time, and I almost joined her in this glorious release.  It
was hard to keep our balance as she came, and her grip on the curtain
rod slipped.  I caught her, holding her so she wouldn't fall, but we
were pulled apart in the process.  She started to giggle, softly,
embarrassed and maybe a little frightened, as she pulled herself back
upright.  Leant up against me, she hugged me, kissed me again, and told
me, "That was very good."

An understatement, in words, but her breathless lustful tone let me know
how good she felt.

"I love you," I told her, finally having a chance to say the words to
her.  I was still hard, and hot from her warmth and wetness.  I was very
ready for my own ultimate pleasure, but I didn't want to risk trying
another standing fuck.  The strain of holding her up, and not falling
over myself in the slippery shower, had tired me some, and I could feel
it in my arms and legs.  But passion can make up for many other kinds of
exhaustion.

My darling is wise about such things, though, even when her desire for
variety in our shared lustful sensations is strong.  Besides, she'd
gotten her joyful buzz, which makes it easier to think about other
things.

She told me, "Sit down at the end, OK, on the flat edge."

I did that, and she straddled my legs, kissing me again.  She rubbed her
body against mine, making circles with her breasts and nipples, which
were still hard.  Then, she let go of the kiss on my lips, and softly
kissed down my body.  But instead of just using her lips, she held one
breast in each hand, and used them to massage my chest, my nipples, down
my abdomen, kisses following.  When she got to my pubic area, she
pressed her breasts around my hard cock.  Then, rubbed one nipple up and
down the shaft, stopping at the very tip of my cock, then used the other
breast to do the same.  Her hands lightly stroked my thighs, softly
brushing against my scrotum.  Water still splashed on us, and the
dampness from the shower, and my own arousal, my unfulfilled desire,
made this excruciatingly pleasurable, almost too much to take.

I could have shot off merely from these touches, light as they were, but
I wanted to hold out.  What should come soon, when she was ready, and if
I held out, was the best way to share our love.  I know, our coupling,
our sweet pubic intercourse, is special as well, but I can't help
finding tasting each other, feeding ourselves to each other, to be even
more intense.

I'd closed my eyes, partly due to my need for sleep, but more to make it
easier to resist adding the sight of her pleasing me so to the
sensations of her touch.  The touch of the tip of her hot tongue
surprised me, jolting me awake.  There was no transition, no delay
between the end of her nipple-rubbing "hand job" and the start of her
oral ecstasy.  I felt a terrifying pleasure, as if I might explode, as
her tongue was followed by her teeth, lips, gums, and throat, as she
slid right down my shaft.  Her hands ran across my scrotum, still
tickling it, adding to my pleasure as her head bobbed up and down in my
lap.  Her tongue danced against my cock while she did this, as it did
against mine when we kissed.  Each time she pulled up, she swirled her
tongue around to catch the sensitive edge around the head, and the very
tip, sucking and licking hard there, bringing me almost to bursting each
time, before she moved back down again to swallow me whole.  I felt my
orgasm come closer, unable to hold it back, no matter what she did.  I
knew that she was aware that I was about to come, because she pressed
down all way, squeezing her mouth tight around my cock, making sure that
my shot went entirely inside her.

"God, I love you so!" I said, almost yelling, trying to keep quiet,
though I suspect our other sounds were loud before.  My orgasm was a
long one, and very intense, amplified by the delay, the slow, loving
teasing, our glorious standing fuck.  She didn't let go of me right
away, either.  She held on until I stopped moving, then licked with her
tongue, still holding my cock inside her, letting not a single drop fall
out.  At least, I didn't see any escape.  My hardness softened, and
still she licked it, sucked it softly, pleasantly relaxing me, careful
now that I was more sensitive there.  It was at least a couple of
minutes after I'd come before she let me go, taking her mouth off my
cock, smiling up at me.

In the shower, we could have easily just cleaned up with water, rather
than using her tongue to remove my fluids, but she didn't do that today. 
Nor most times, because she loves to taste me.  As much as I love
tasting her, I think.

"So, should we get out of here and go to bed?", she asked me, implying
by her tone that we might do something other than sleep there.

I was tired, and I could use the rest.  Real sleep, not making love,
even though sex is often better than sleep.  My orgasm filled me with
blissful peace, the glow of love, so I could let it go, and cuddle naked
with her in bed.  In the morning, we would be refreshed, ready to go. 
I'd even leave the alarm clock set so we'd wake up early, before anyone
else.

But in the kitchen, I'd developed an appetite for pussy, talking about
eating it.  Especially her sweet clit, which she'd showed off to me so
well, and hadn't waited long enough for me to eat it there.  She stood
up again in the shower, in front of me, and her body showed clear signs
that she'd appreciate a little more attention.  Her clit was still
showing, her natural moistness, not just the shower's wetness, in her
opening, and her nipples were hard, even in this relaxing warmth.

My tongue was ready, and my mouth watered in anticipation.  I loved the
taste of pussy, especially hers.  My desire for it felt like true
hunger, as if for a sweet treat, not merely sexual.

The tricky part would be how to best do this, in the shower, without
drowning or falling.  I loved the extra stimulation the water added, but
sitting at the end would mean that we'd miss out on that.  So, I didn't
want to simply reverse our positions.  I still was tired, and coherent
thought was difficult.  I just couldn't decide how to get started doing
what I wanted to do.  Fortunately, I knew a way to quickly get an answer
about how to best please my lover.

"Darling," I said, "I owe you a 'tip'," sticking my tongue out at her to
make my point. "I want to eat you up, but I want to watch the water
vibrate your nipples, as long as we're doing it in here. 'Cause you
know, I think that would make it feel even better.  So, how do you think
I should best do that?"

She didn't take long thinking about it, and told me, "Standing up, me
facing into the shower, so you can crawl between my legs and have a real
good meal!"

Turning around, she did that, facing away from me, legs spread, holding
on to the sides for support.  Her backside looked delicious, water
pouring down her body, her hair flowing back behind her.  I had a
fleeting thought of something other than pussy eating pleasure, but my
cock wasn't quite ready for that, and I owed her a marvelous tip for
what she'd already done for me.

I moved behind her, hugging her, pressing my body against her back. 
Rubbing her breasts, holding them, I kissed the back of her neck,
nuzzling her beneath her hair, loving the smell and taste of her body. 
It was so easy to figure out what to do to make her happy when I let her
guide me.  Much better than trying to guess on my own, especially with
my brain fogged from work, and now, the pleasures of sex.

My lips continued to press against her flesh, barely leaving it, as I
licked and kissed my way slowly down her back, following her spine.  I
left my hands holding her breasts, tweaking her nipples, knowing that
she loved it when her hard nipples were played with.  Her pussy was my
target, but a slower approach would be better, sweeter when it finally
arrived, just as her slow blow job buildup had been for me.  I owed her
more than just another quick orgasm, something special to celebrate our
holiday.

As I reached the base of her spine, I felt her tense in anticipation of
my contact on her sensitive nether regions.  I dropped my hands down
slowly off her breasts, caressing her sides and abdomen, as I traced a
wet path of licks and nibbles right down the middle of her ass.  Clean
from our shower, I didn't hesitate to lick at her anus, something I knew
she liked, in moderation.  Not as sensitive as her pussy, nor able to
induce the same pleasure, but still very arousing, stimulating, and a
wonderful treat on the path to my ultimate goal. Not unpleasant at all,
I stayed on it for a minute or so, making her squeal.

"Oh, that is so sweet, you can eat me all up, as much as you want," she
sighed.

I was glad, in part because getting her off while standing would be
harder the second time, unless she was fully relaxed and into the
sensations.  Not that I'd say anything to suggest that we speed things
up, but I was worried about my stamina, making love to her while
kneeling under her, still tired from my long day.

I licked, lapped, and slurped my way between her back opening and the
sweet one in front, pushing my fingers and tongue into her vagina.  I
turned while under her, to face up and forward, looking right up at her
lovely pussy, and even further up at her breasts, and her face smiling
down at me.  I felt the water rushing across her, falling on her body,
her pussy, into my mouth.  But the juices flowing from her vagina were
all hers, falling into my mouth, tasting delicious.  The taste her
sweetness, the delightful scent of her sex, and the awesomely delightful
vision in front of my eyes, revitalized me.  Especially her pert clit,
standing up in the water, reacting to each splash, looking like a soft
berry, ready to eat.

There might have been some biochemical explanation, pheromones or
something like that, explaining why the taste and smell of my love made
this experience so intense, so overpowering, driving me to action.  My
heart pumped hard, my energy returned, as the feast of love in front of
me drew me upward.  I dove right in, licking her up and down, pressing
my face hard into her pussy, and letting her press back just as hard. 
Her whole body shifted to guide me where she wanted to go, one of the
special advantages to making love to her like this, from underneath her. 
Soon, she pushed her clit right into my mouth, and kept it there,
letting me know that it was time for the main course, no stopping until
I'd eaten it all.

Such a tiny morsel, yet it drove both of our passions.  I ate her hard,
sucking it in tight, as she pushed down, pressing her pussy against my
face, her tender clit against my hard teeth.  I bit it, lightly, knowing
that it wouldn't hurt her now, just as her nibbling didn't hurt when she
sucked on me.  Gently, I held her delight button in place, so I could
lick it, press it flat with my tongue.  Then harder, when she didn't
pull away, but pressed herself down against me, wanting more.  Bite,
release, lick, softly lick, bite harder, release, hold it gently.  When
I held her between my teeth, she'd pull up, forcing me to squeeze harder
or let her get away, and she squealed in delight.  Just when I feared I
might do her harm, she'd slip back down, so I could let go of her, lick
her, drive her crazy with pleasure.

"Oh, OK, that's it," she cried, trying to remain quiet, but unable to
avoid revealing her orgasm to me, and anyone else who might be
listening.  I kept up my attentions to her for a long time, repeating
our bite, pull, drop, and lick pattern, until she almost fell down, legs
wobbly.  I held her up, hands under her butt, and kept supporting her as
her climax continued.  More than one, it felt to me, but I was willing
to keep going as long as she did.

When she stopped pushing down, and tried to steady herself rather than
let me support her, I let her clit escape.  I moved to lick her gently,
lapping lower, softly on her labia and in her vagina.  I could taste her
sweetness, still dripping, and enjoyed it.  A marvelous treat, a reward
for the pleasure I had given her.

I felt very loved, her pleasing me earlier, and my doing it for her so
well.  I was ready to rest, to sleep.  We'd awaken refreshed, and ready
to enjoy our vacation holiday at home.  We'd been in the shower a long
time, and were very soaked, water starting to make our skin crinkle.  It
was time to get out and go to bed, for real.

We got out, but found only one clean towel to dry off with.  That one
was too small for both of us, and too small to cover me alone, let alone
my naked darling's sweet body.  Not very well, anyway.

"Poor planning, I suppose," I said, smiling to show my amusement, not
anger, "not to get more towels out when we have company, or think to
find some before we got wet and naked in here."

Then, I kissed her, to show that I really wasn't upset.  Her sweet
nectar was still on my lips, but that didn't matter, us sharing her
flavor.  I wanted her to feel good, loved, and happy, not to spoil this
moment. 

When our kiss broke, she said, "We don't need a towel for cover, if no
one is awake.  We can just run past quietly, quickly to our room, and no
one will even know."

That idea was exciting, showing off without really being seen.  But I
offered, "You could put the towel in front of you, and keep your pussy
from being on display, just in case."

"And leave you exposed, your lovely sweet cock on display instead?  No
way!  Besides, I figure that if they get a peek at my tits and ass, they
may as well see the rest of me.  If I were to cover up, I might hide my
tits."

"Why?"

She giggled, and said, "Because that is what guys look at first, and
tease us women about the most.  Not all guys are like you, looking at my
pussy as my best feature."

We could have used my dirty clothes, or tried to figure out something
else to offer us modesty.  But it was our house, and besides, using
anything which wasn't clean would defeat the washing up purpose of our
showers.  A naked run to our room, as well, would be exciting, even with
the risk that our guests might see more than we might otherwise like. 
It just didn't seem like something too out of line to do.  I was still
tired, too, and just getting into bed seemed like a grand plan, no
matter what else happened.

Once we finished drying each other as best as we could, we took a moment
to admire each other, looking in the mirror, seeing the glow from our
lovemaking on our bodies and faces.  That gave me confidence for the
next step, our stealthy trip to our room.  We left the bathroom, turning
the light down, but not off, since someone might need to find their way
in during the night.  My darling didn't try to cover herself in the
least, so I didn't either.  If we were spotted, we wanted to look
natural, I guess, not as if we were being deliberately, sneakily naked
in our home.  We walked quietly past our sleeping guests, and didn't
spot anyone stirring.  Not running, despite our hasty plan.  Quiet moves
in the dark would attract less attention, my darling realized, and
tripping over something would surely alarm everyone.

We made it to our own room, and closed the door.  Privacy, safe in our
room, still naked, not observed.  At least, no one did or said anything
to indicate that they'd seen us, but we might not know until later if
someone was awake enough to silently watch us pass.  We hugged and
kissed again, celebrating our "escape" from our bathroom without
clothing.

Sliding into bed, still naked and damp, she found a towel nearby, and
began to use it on my hair, then hers.  Then, we cuddled closely, for
warmth and love, because it did feel chilly now.  More, for the pleasure
of our bodies, our naked contact still thrilling me.

Our plan to sleep didn't work, not for long anyway.  We started talking
about various things.  The kids, her day, my day, our Easter plans,
things we needed to do for our holiday visit, and other such usual sorts
of conversations between us, sharing our lives together.  Our
conversation ended up going back to her day, and why she was waiting up
wearing just a T-shirt, and willing to greet me in it without putting
more on, with guests in our home.

"I was waiting for you, warming myself under the covers.  Not just body
warmth, you know?  I knew we'd end up being busy this weekend, and I
really wanted to get some real loving time with you.  That's all.  I
really didn't think about our guests, and besides, they were all
asleep."

I didn't mind, of course, and explained that, and we talked more about
what had happened because of her 'indiscretion'.  It is something common
for us, normal for our lives, to talk before going to sleep, even after
we make love, while cuddling.  With just the kids around, her T-shirt
choice would have been nothing special, because they were too young to
worry about such things yet.  With guests, though, that reminded me of
another woman I'd loved, once upon a time, who also wore T-shirts as
sole covering around the house.  And so I began to tell my lover yet
another story about T-shirts, hoping that it would help us relax.

"My roommate in college was a lovely woman, you know. Wild and sexy,
too, things that don't show so well in just pictures.  We were lovers,
too, and she usually wore just a T-shirt of some sort to sleep in.  Oh,
she'd take it off for sex, but not always, leaving it on when we'd make
love.  But usually, she'd have it back on in the morning, or put it on
first thing, rather than stay naked."

"Sounds very comfortable to me," my darling said.  "But I'd rather sleep
naked, though sometimes it does help against the chill."

"It does, indeed.  But my roommate wore just her T-shirts much of the
time, in our apartment.  Especially in the mornings, but all day long if
she wasn't going outside our building that day.  Whole weekends, if we
were staying in together rather than going out.  Now, it wasn't just
that she wore it, but she would constantly show me the lovely parts of
her which it barely covered.  She'd sit, cross-legged, on the floor,
couch, or chairs, and aim her open pussy right at me, 'just to be
comfortable' is what she called it.  Laying down on the couch, face up
or down, her bottom would be uncovered, pussy showing either way.  I
think that she was always turned on a little by this, and while she
avoided touching herself with her fingers, she wasn't shy about rubbing
her naked pussy against a chair, the edge of the couch, or when doing
homework, tapping her pencil between her legs, right on her clit."

"Hmm, that sounds like it would be fun!"

"It wasn't so comfortable for me, though.  I matched her sometimes, or
even went naked, but it would always hit a point where I just had to do
something about my arousal.  She wanted it too, of course, but she was
always willing and able to wait for me to make the first move, teasing
me harder the longer I tried to hold out."

My darling said, "I'd like to do that, showing my nice, bare pussy off
all day.  It was a lot of fun in our kitchen today.  A whole weekend
would even be better, T-shirt teasing."

"Now, that sounds like fun!  OK, there was more to her T-shirt teasing
than just hanging around our apartment, showing off for me."

"Hmm," my darling said, rolling over, pulling herself on top of me,
letting her breasts rub my chest, and putting her still warm pussy on
top of my soft, damp cock.  She looked right into my face, and I could
feel her breath, warm and soft.

I continued my story, seeing that she seemed to like it.  "She'd go out
to get the mail, and our apartments had the mailboxes outside, not in
the building, unlike some places.  That meant being bare-pussied in the
open, where anyone passing might notice, kids on the sidewalk or
whatever.  And she had some very short shirts, which literally didn't
cover her when she was standing, yet she still ran outside to get the
mail.  I think she liked showing off, the risk of it, though she
wouldn't run around far or flash elsewhere in just the T-shirt.  Any
breeze could expose her, and often it did.  I'd watch her, either coming
with her to help, or just looking out the window, just because it was so
sexy.  Maybe that is why she did it, to turn me on?"

"I'd do it for that reason, given how nicely you reward me for showing
my sweet pussy."

"On top of that, she'd go to the basement laundry room, which everyone
in the building shared, dressed like that.  Carrying her clothes down,
wearing just the T-shirt, with the basket often pulling the shirt up
enough to see everything.  Just her T-shirt and her sweet smile to cover
her body, and distract anyone from looking at her more."

"Wasn't that scary?  A little, anyway?  Even if the building was safe, I
might worry that someone strange might be around and get ideas, wearing,
you know?"

"I could have complained, more anyway, but she felt it was totally safe,
and told me not to worry about it.  She liked to have me help her with
the laundry, and she did this by herself mostly during the day, so it
wasn't too likely that strangers would be around.  Other residents,
maybe, but I think we trusted them not to rape her.  Or at least, she
did.  Anyway, I'd help her out with the laundry, and stay with her."

"Keeping her safe, no doubt?"

"Very safe.  She'd show her pussy off then, when we were alone, and if
someone came around, she'd stand sweetly around, nonchalantly, talking
as though her naked bottom wasn't just moments from accidental exposure
if she moved too fast or bent over.  Often, she'd sit on top of the
washer, showing me herself, and I'd reward her, licking and eating her
the entire time.  She liked how the washer vibrated under her, and
warmed her bottom up.  The dryer wasn't bad, either, but the washer
shook her better."

"Ms Maytag, I suppose.  The washer guys aren't all lonely, I guess," my
darling said, laughing, then kissing my cheek.

"She did like it a lot.  Some days, she'd take the T-shirt off and throw
it in the washer, leaving her naked.  I don't know if she ever did that
when she was alone, but when she'd get very horny with me around,
especially after a load was already in the dryer so she'd be able to
change before going up, she'd strip it off, standing naked, with nothing
to cover up with.  I nibbled and licked her all over, often dropping my
pants to fuck her, or let her blow me.  If she got naked, there was no
flashing tease, just sex, until we left the laundry room.  Sometimes, if
someone came by, we'd run off and hide, or try to.  We even ran back
upstairs, her stark naked, often damp from sex.  No one complained,
though one old man living there did smile at her and tease her about
having fun doing the wash, and I know he saw us, or at least her naked
body."

My darling said, "That sounds exciting."

"It was.  I think that it was the best thing we did together, sexually. 
We could do more in our apartment, take more time, but the desperation
made our basement naked loving a lot of fun.  A few times, she got me to
strip down there as well, so neither of us would have clothes.  I mean,
strip and put it in the wash.  Then, we'd fuck, on top of the washer
with her sitting on me, that was a wild ride.  Or me behind her, with
her bent over somewhere, sometimes with her tits riding one of the
machines.  That led to one of our scary getting-caught times.  Some
kids, older preteens, almost teenagers, came down for some reason,
playing, chasing each other.  We stopped in mid-fuck, and looked at
them.  They stared, it was two girls and a boy, then they ran off, as if
they were as embarrassed as we were.  I was afraid, but she didn't want
to stop until we finished.  Which meant we didn't, because she'd been
close to coming.  Yet when that happened, she waited for me to finish,
telling me to hurry, but, and I did love this about her, unwilling to
demand that I quit when she'd made me stay.  That was a very exciting,
but scary day."

"That sounds like fun, too!" my darling told me, rubbing her pussy
against my cock, which had started to grow under her.  She slid around
on me, trying to find a more comfortable position, rubbing her pussy
against my cock, getting her clit to make direct contact.  Talking about
this stuff was turning her on as well, and I could feel new dampness
forming between us.

"Oh, it was fun, but for the next day or so I kept worrying, expecting
irate parents or the police to come by.  Or scarier, the kids
themselves, wanting to know what we were doing.  She, my roommate,
teased that maybe they'd want to get it on with us!  Nothing bad
happened, nor did we hear any more about it, but yes, it was a lot of
fun being with her."

"She does seem like a girl that I'd like."

"Often, I'd come into the apartment to find her in the T-shirt, laying
on the couch, with her bottom exposed.  She never minded if I took a
taste of it, even as she slept, or woke her up that way.  I'm sure that
she knew that sometimes, my friends would get a good look too, but they
were never invited for tastes."

"Are you sure that she never invited them, when you were away?  After
all, your friend's girl did that."

"I think she would have told me.  I wouldn't have minded, but I wasn't
about to offer her to my friends, not without her asking for it.  Oh, my
friend, whose girlfriend let me taste her pussy, she told him later
about doing it, and he let me know that it was OK.  I was afraid to
bring it up, but once it was in the open, a one time indulgence, it
seemed like no big deal.  We both knew that girls got horny, just like
boys, and a little pussy licking didn't really count as an affair."

"Uh hmm," my darling said, then she kissed me, lightly, heating us up
more.


"I have a T-shirt story to tell you," my darling told me.

"Go ahead."

"When I was in high school, I came home with my date, after the movie,
and my parents were out.  I wasn't going to do anything - you know, make
love to him - that night, not yet.  He was very cute, but I wasn't sure
about that part.  I told him I'd change into something more comfortable,
and put on a T-shirt, much like the one I wore earlier.  It was
dark-colored, and the lights were low, so he really couldn't see
anything."

"So, no hints?"

"Well, I gave him a big clue.  I told him that the T-shirt was all I was
wearing.  He didn't believe me, he told me.  Then, he put both hands on
my legs.  Slowly, he moved them upward.  Stroking me, caressing me, it
felt very nice.  But they kept getting higher, and I kept not saying
anything to him to stop it.  My inner thighs were always sensitive, and
his touch was thrilling.  When his hands went under my T-shirt, it was
very arousing, but shocking.

"I said to him, 'What do you think you are doing?'

"'Testing,' he replied. 'I want to find out if you are really bare under
there.'

"His hands didn't stop, but he crept along slowly.  The T-shirt was long
enough to cover me when sitting, even with my legs spread to leave room
for both hands between my legs. I opened my legs more, which was a sure
sign I'm sure that I welcomed his explorations.  His hands moved between
my legs, softly touching my inner thighs, running up my middle, just shy
of reaching my pussy.  I wasn't sure if I should stop him or not, but it
would be hard to say no if I let him, and I liked it.

"So, I asked him, 'What if I'm not?  I mean, if I am bare, naked under
my shirt?'

"'Well, I'll give you a prize.  I'll kiss you there.'"

"Sounds like a good deal to me, love," I told my darling.


"I thought about it.  He hadn't done anything like that with me, though
kissing him was wonderful, and that night I'd let him play with my
breasts, rubbing my nipples, and that was great.  I even pulled my tits
out of my shirt, and let him kiss them, and that was very sweet and
sexy.  I knew he wasn't shy about using his lips and tongue that way. 
Then, his fingers reached my pussy.  He started petting me, softly,
gently, one hand still running between my thighs, the other one up and
down my slit, making great contact with my clit.  Oh, that was so good! 
I sighed, and opened my legs, giving him better access."

I reached down, cupping her behind, running my hands between her legs,
feeling my darling's wet pussy.  Her story was turning us both on, and I
felt that I should do my part to help her tell it in the most exciting
way.

"With my legs open, he tapped my clit with his fingers, one after
another, as he softly, wonderfully petted me.  This was much better than
fingering myself, which was what I was going to do when he left.  I did
like him.  He was very cute.  And I wasn't a virgin, and knew that I did
want him sexually.  So many cute boys didn't know how to make me feel
good, and it was so hard to know who to trust, who would care about
you."

"Uh huh," I said, pushing my fingers gently into her.  It wouldn't be
easy to rub her clit from behind, but I don't think she minded, because
she spread her legs, sliding back to let me finger fuck her, my darling,
feeling her wetness on my fingers.  It was too late to think about
sleeping, not once we'd started this, and I did want to hear the rest of
the story.

My darling went on, "So I told him, 'Go under my shirt, and kiss me on
my clit'.  Even then, I knew that was my special spot, and I hoped he
could find it there in the dark.  I didn't pull my shirt up, either.  I
just spread my legs, and made him put his whole head under it.  He
didn't hit my clit right off, but it didn't take him long either.  I
didn't mind, because he licked me nicely wherever he touched me, and I
was already so turned on, horny, wet.  Our date had been really good,
with a nice sexy movie, sexy kissing in the dark, and lovely tit-groping
to make me feel all hot.  And now, he was eating my clit!  So sweetly,
pulling it in, licking it, nibbling, almost exactly what I wanted.  It
was so good, I didn't care what else he wanted that night."

"That sounds very sweet, a lot of fun!" I told her.

"It was so nice.  I could have asked him for something else, tried to
control his attentions on me.  But I wanted to come, no waiting, direct
clit sucking me to orgasm.  No long buildups, we'd already done that and
I was ready, wanting it.  It was really very, very nice."

It was funny, how my darling could say that, and sound like she was in
heaven. "Just nice?", I asked, with teasing wonder in my voice.

"No, it was wonderful, because I did hit it, my climax, a sweet orgasm
right in his mouth.  He kept on licking and sucking, making it so
strong, I loved it.  I loved him at that moment, and he didn't let go of
my clit, even after it ended.  I was squirming because I was sensitive,
and it almost hurt to have him lick and suck on my button, but it felt
good, too.  I didn't know yet how easily I could just come again, not
with someone helping me, but I was learning fast.  He seemed to somehow
realize that I needed a break, or else just wanted to taste and play
with the rest of my pussy.  He licked all over my pussy, from the top to
the bottom, along both sides, and inside my vagina.  Oh, that was very
nice, after my come.  He pushed a finger in too, fucking me with it. If
he kept that up, I'd have come again in no time.  I wanted it."

"Hmm, I remember times like that."

"I really wanted it. Not just his finger, not just his tongue on me. 
Not even just to see him, to play with his hard dick.  I wanted him to
fuck me, right there.  Even if he didn't have a condom!  OK, I'd have
asked him to pull out, but I really was thinking that.  I did go out and
get one the next day, not wanting to be left without just in case that
came up again.  I couldn't trust a boy to remember such an important
thing, you know?"

"I know.  I was pretty cool about it, but I remember some forgetful
times.  So, what happened that night, with your pussy eaten nicely,
naked except for your T-shirt, sitting on your parent's couch, all hot
and ready for more action?"

"Well, my boyfriend was really eating me well, making me very hot.  I
didn't want to ask him to do anything, even though thinking about it was
really turning me on.  I'd just surprise him, once he got me off again. 
But, well, it was so annoying!"

"What was?"

"My parents came home.  He still had his head under my shirt, and they
walked into the house.  Fortunately, they made enough noise that we
couldn't miss them, and were talking enough that they couldn't hear us. 
We'd had the TV on, turned low, but it still hid some sounds.  Oh, the
annoying part was that I was just about to come, so close I could taste
it! He was so sweet, my boyfriend, you know.  He could have asked for
something for himself, but he kept on doing me, licking my pussy, he was
on my clit and sucking it awesomely, so sweet.  Anyway, he jumped up
from there, I pulled my shirt down, and we both tried to look calm,
collected, cool.  Normal, like we were just talking and watching TV,
maybe kissing a little, but not having sex!  I really pulled my shirt
down, stretching it, trying to hide my lack of panties.  Maybe, they'd
think I had shorts on, because I did that sometimes, around the house,
and they were used to that."

My darling was rubbing herself on me, as I was fingering her gently. 
Nothing intense, just keeping ourselves warmed up.  I couldn't reach her
clit easily, because it was pressing against my cock, which had hardened
again now.

"I was surprised, though, they didn't say anything about that, my
parents, just asked me to tell my friend goodnight, and go off to bed.
Maybe, they really thought that I was wearing shorts, and my flushed
complexion was just due to the warm weather?"

"Maybe," I replied.  "I don't know if parents are clueless, or just
learn when not to interfere. I hope we're smart enough to let our
children have fun when they get old enough for this stuff," I said,
chuckling.  "It is possible that they didn't know."

"Anyway, I told my boyfriend that I owed him for tonight, and would pay
him back on our next date.  He hadn't asked me out again yet, either,
though I was sure he would, even without what happened.  I licked my
lips lightly, like this," she told me, licking mine at the same time. 
"It felt so cool and daring to let him know that I was going to pay his
blow job on me back with one on him, right in front of my parents.  As
if it was just money he'd lent me, not sex."

She giggled, then laughed hard, making our bodies jiggle together, and I
joined her. I was hard and ready now, and she was hot and wet.  I said,
"I think that I should reward you for that story, my darling.  A nice,
tasty reward."

"Hmm, that is a good idea, my love."  And she kissed me, for a long
while.  Then, I did reward her, letting her sit on top of me, pussy on
my face, eating her sweetly.  But she wasn't content to get just her
reward, and she lay down on top of me, sucking on my hard shaft, as I
kept licking her sweetness.

My favorite reward, shared by both of us, making love all night long. 
Well, maybe not all night, but long enough for both of us to reach our
climaxes again, and cuddle close, kissing, tasting ourselves on each
other's lips.

It was a great start for a holiday vacation.



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