a new year's bash

[susurrus]

Micki appeared to be getting rather worked up. A sound of pleasure, relief and almost pain accompanied my brief contact with her nipple. For a second, I debated whether to lock onto that one nipple and suck, lick and bite, or to continue tormenting her. I was pretty sure Micki was beyond the desire for more contact, so she must have been trying to be stoic, and take whatever I could give. Again, I could peripherally see her hands working in the air, so she was getting desperate for more and was again trying to control herself.

I smiled at the fact that I could get her so horny, but never stopped moving, that tiny flick with my tongue the only direct contact with an overt erogenous zone so far.

Not maliciously, I was interested to see how much teasing Micki could take...

 

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Micki

I was considering how I would pay him back for such exquisite torture as my hands rested out reaching for an arm rest, leaning back just enough to push my breasts forward, finally mumbling something to the effect of not being in high school and if he didn't pay up soon I would take matters into my own hands.

 

[susurrus]

Ooo. She'd take matters into her own hands... I wondered what form that would take, and considered just licking and nibbling around some more to find out, but finally decided to let her off the hook, so to speak.

With no warning, I quickly lowered my hand to her pussy and locked my mouth onto a nipple, raising my free hand to the remaning hard nub. From there, I just rubbed, pinched and nibbled.

 

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Micki

"Ooooo, about Damn Time," she purred moaned growled. The change of pace was quick but was fine as he had teased her beyond caring. She wondered what was going inside his head as her body yielded up to the desire and tingles that were coursing through her from her tits to pussy and all over her skin. She found herself encouraging him, calling him a 'naughty man,' and other such things that she didn't even know where came from.

 

[susurrus]

I chuckled a little at Micki's words of impatience. Apparently all my hard work hadn't been for nothing. I knew from previous experience (not with Micki, but with other women) that few things felt better than finally getting the sensation you wanted, rather than being teased endlessly.

Micki's body was responding just as I hoped it would at the work my mouth and hands were doing. I loved the feel of her tight nipple in my mouth and beneath my fingers, and her wet pussy felt glorious in my other hand.

I wondered how much longer it'd be before I'd get her off again, looking forward to the feel of her body orgasming at my touch.

 

[intriguess]

Micki

I wondered if Aaron had any idea of how I felt right now. I was breathtakingly close, hovering on a much pleasanter brink and one I didn't mind dancing upon for a while. He seemed to enjoy playing me along the edge and I was delighted as he upped his efforts just a little, just enough to send me over the edge and keep my flying for longer than I thought possible as I drifted up and down on the warm tingling waves of pleasure.

"Oh my," I whispered when I was finally able to speak again. I needed him, and wanted him, buried inside me, at same time I really wanted to enjoy the complete experience of whatever the heck was lurking in his mind.

 

[susurrus]

I smiled as I worked on Micki, proud of the fact that I was once more able to make her feel good enough to cum. The movements her body made were unmistakable.

I'm not sure how most men can be fooled by faked orgasms. I would think it'd take an awful lot of practice on the woman's part to get those involuntary motions to where it was believable, but then again, maybe there are a lot more men out there who have never been with a woman who had a real one...

Fortunately, it wasn't a problem here, and I was glad of the fact. I was betting it was almost a full minute before Micki could manage to speak, and when she did, all she said was a lightly gasped, "Oh my." Apparently I'd done my job well.

The question of the moment was: What next? I wanted to get my steel-hard cock in her badly, but I still wanted to play with her a little longer. Something in the way Micki looked at me said she was wanting to be filled, too, but I decided to push my luck.

"Want to try for two?"

 

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Micki

"Hon, I'm putty in your hands," my arms move to rest along the back of sofa. I could feel my breasts shift as I moved and my legs spread as my body was completely relaxed, "I'm not even sure I could move, even if I wanted to." Which was really a compliment and a way of saying that whatever he wanted he would have to come and get it. I smiled at him and winked and crooked my little finger at him. "Whatever you want honey, I'll try my best to comply."

 

[susurrus]

Micki once more gave me free rein to do damn near what I pleased with her. I would most definitely fuck her before the evening was over, but for the time being, I wanted to take advantage of the bent-over position she put herself in.

I slithered off the couch, caressing one of her hanging breasts on my way, and positioned myself on my knees, staring her right in the pussy and ass.

My god, what an erotic sight! Pictures of a nude woman bent over at the waist can't hold a candle to the real thing. For a while, I knelt there, hard as hell, just drinking in the sight of Micki's gorgeous body.

Eventually, though, I leaned forward, reaching out to weigh her breasts in my hands. Of course, from where I was behind her, it was a fair reach, so it brought my face into a very nice proximity to her exposed genitals.

I leaned further forward...

 

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Micki

(don't leave me hanging...tease.....)

I was so relaxed that I every touch was a delight, I was plenty aroused, and was ready to enjoy his tongue as I lay comfortable on the sofa waiting, waiting, and then the feel of his hot breath, teasing my hot flesh. I wiggled a little trying to entice without seeming like the bitch in heat that I was. I laughed inwardly at my situation. None of my past lovers would ever concieve of me doing what I was now, with a man I'd only know a few days.

It somehow did not matter as I offered my body up for his touching and tasting pleasure, and eventually i knew his fucking pleasure...

 

[susurrus]

As I leaned in, the first thing I noticed was the warm, musky smell of a *very* horny woman. It was a hell of an aphrodesiac, as if I really needed one.

I settled in at Micki's pussy and just enjoyed the taste, smell and feel of her, while I built her to another orgasm. I marveled at how she could go from one orgasm, come down from that and go right into preparation for the next. Most of the other women I'd known claimed to be too sensitive after cumming not to need some amount of recovery before trying again.

Although I was having a great time making Micki writhe, I was getting pretty damn worked up myself. The higher I got Micki, the more my desire just to tease her through another cum was replaced by a need to cum, myself.

I usually pride myself on my control, but for some reason, Micki was able to break down that ability and turn me into just another horny guy.

Eventually, I stopped licking her pussy, laid her down on the couch and stretched out on top of her. My cock was so hard and she was so ready, it wasn't even necessary to fumble around to find the right place. I just slid home in a single wanting thrust.

 

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Micki

I was concerned that I had worn out his tongue when he stopped looking but the look in his eye told me what was going on. I settled in on the couch one leg off the side as he slide in, it was amazing, it felt perfect as if anything else was just a prelude, or substitute for the feeling of his cock inside me. My leg hooked around him and I gazed up at him with dreamy eyes and purred my satisfaction.

 

[susurrus]

Once my cock was inside her pussy, it seemed almost as if that was all I wanted to do. There was no pounding need to thrust in and out, to pant and scream, even though that was the usual outcome of such a position, and I had no doubt it would come to that, but for the brief time being, I was content to just feel the warm, wet clutch of Micki's pussy around my hard cock.

I heard the satisfied sound emanate from her throat, and felt her heel rest against my butt, her leg holding me as tightly as possible, the other foot rested on the floor, bracing herself from the narrowness of the couch.

Reaching for the leg that was draped off the edge of the couch, I pulled it up to join the other wrapped around my waist, then pumped my cock once, gently, and just relaxed again.

 

[intriguess]

Micki

It was delightful how we knew what we needed and even though hard and fast would have been good, the slow teasing torment was much more suited to my current mood between us. I don't even recall what I was saying, I was just murmuring soft little nothings, partly to hear my voice, partly to encourage him as my legs hooked firmly around him.

There was something natural about how we connected and while I dare not mention it out of fear of bursting the bubble of fun that seemed to surround us it lingered in the back of my mind.

 

[susurrus]

Micki was mumbling as I lay there on top of her. I couldn't tell if she was making noises for me to hurry up, or if it was just sounds of satisfaction. Being unsure, I just continued on as I was, mostly just savoring the closeness of the coupling, only pumping once in a great while, amazing us both with the blinding burst of pleasure, followed by a warm buzz as the intensity slowly subsided.

I got the feeling that neither of us wanted to actually speak genuine words, for fear of interrupting the sphere of passion and playfulness that we'd created for ourselves.

There seemed to be something else underlying everything, something more... serious. I wasn't sure when it had welled up, but it was there, nibbling at a deep spot in my conciousness. But we hadn't known each other long enough for that, had we? ...And our relationship was based primarily on sex... wasn't it?

 

[intriguess]

Micki

I wondered if the open sort of playful free space we shared in sex would extend to other things. It was wierd to feel so relaxed, not worried about how I looked or what he thought or any of that kind of crap. It was just him and me enjoying life, liberty and the pursuit of....my mind drifted for a moment it was happiness, but for a second I replaced it with great sex then shifted back to happiness. Was I really thinking about the pursuit of happiness? Whatever I was thinking now was not the time for a serious discussion. I softly kissed his neck and muttered something about a better place to lay down.

 

[susurrus]

While we lay there and... I guess you'd call it fucking, even though I was still just pumping every once in a while, I got to thinking again how easy everything seemed to be with Micki. There seemed to be no outrageous expectations of how things should be, no crusades, it appeared not to matter what clothes I wore, but she hadn't seen me yet in my grungiest, most comfortable stuff. I still found myself slipping up and saying things I, a split second later, felt maybe I should have said differently, but I wasn't going to backtrack and try to explain myself, unless what I said was egregiously stupid. Micki was a smart woman, I'd leave it up to her to interpret what I meant to say. As I said, Micki seemed to have no axes to grind in this - dare I say it - relationship (!) (?) and she didn't seem to be offended when I managed to slip up and say something that, taken wrong, could be a fairly horrible thing to tell a woman, and interpreted it as I originally meant to say it.

It was amazing to me how quickly we "clicked." Almost from the beginning, it seemed like we'd known each other for ages, even though we were constantly finding little bits and pieces out about each other.

And as far as the sex went... I'd never had such fun. Micki brought out the best in me there, and I hoped I in her.

There it was. We were having fun. Even when we weren't having sex, I think we both liked one another to be able to have a good time just being together. It was one thing I'd been missing in some of my relationships in the past. There were a couple women I'd known who took all the fun out of being together by being so damn serious. I also had to watch almost everything I said or did, for fear of misinterpretation and retaliation.

More amazing to me was the fact that we only had known each other a couple days (it seemed like months), and already thoughts of more were creeping into my head. I wondered if Micki felt the same way, and wondered even more which of us would be the first to mention it to the other...

I was awakened from my reveries by Micki's gentle suggestion that we should go someplace a little more comfortable.

It took some doing, and I feared for my back for a moment, but I reached down and grabbed Micki's butt in my hands, she threw her arms around my neck and held on tight, and I levered us up off the couch.

For a minute, I stood and caught my balance, then I walked us to the bedroom, her legs still wrapped around my waist, my cock buried in her hot cunt.

 

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Micki

I was a little concerned when he was attempting to carry me, after all I was far from a light weight, but I did enjoy clinging to him, trying to keep his center of gravity stable as we moved.

For some reason I was thinking about sharing more time with him. A whole lot more and I put the thought away as I kissed his neck, feeling him buried inside me as we crossed into the bedroom. I did like his bed, big and cozy as we tumbled fell to it. My body cradling him as my legs shifted to support his weight.

"Do you know how great it is to be on the bottom? Not that I have any complaints about riding you hon, but there are times when I just like to watch you go to town." I whispered my hands running along his sides and chest, noticing the stray sock and such, and not really caring about it.

 

[susurrus]

"I know what it's like to be on the bottom, from *my* side of things, and I'm pretty sure it's different from *your* perspective, but let me tell you the truth: I like you wherever and however I can get you."

For a little while, I continued the slow, every once in a while, pump out of and back into her pussy. Gradually, I sped up, but not too fast, until I was stroking into her nice and easy. I didn't want to build up too fast, because after the past couple of days, if I came right away, I was done for the rest of the night.

Suddenly, a thought from a much earlier conversation popped into my head.

Not stopping what I was doing, I laid out over Micki's body and whispered in her ear, "You got to shave me this morning, how about that reciprocation?"

 

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Micki

"Well you did get to slide the razor over my legs, but if you are thinking of somewhere else..." I feel a little shy, but oddly comfortable, and all in all I just want to feel him sinking eternally deeper inside, "The hair tends to be curly and shaving is the best way to have me break out in icky ingrown hairs." I chuckle a little, "and we'd definetly need something to apply to the skin to keep it soft and smooth."

 

[susurrus]

I just kept slowly moving in and out of her, prolonging the inevitable as much as possible.

"Well, applying something to keep the skin smooth and soft would be no big problem, if you're looking for a volunteer...

"And I learned with another woman who wanted to try it, if you keep it shaved every day or two, the ingrowns don't get a chance to take hold. You're right, those red bumps are pretty unattractive to look at, and itch like crazy."

I leaned in a little closer and kissed her neck. "Ultimately, babe, it's up to you. If you'd rather not, it's okay. It's not going to make me like your wonderful pussy any less." To punctuate that, I slid out until I was almost completely free of her warm, wet grip, then slowly pushed back in until I was as deep as I could go.

 

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Micki

"I'll consider a trim, but the upkeep for a shave is just too much crap hon." My fingers slide along his back and for a split second I wonder how many women have been in his past, and that I really should know more about his history considering that I'm fucking him with no barriers. I kick myself mentally for thinking of such things, after all the no barriers bit was part of the fact that I trusted him on some subliminal level.

 

[susurrus]

After her protest, I figured a full-out bald pussy would be more than she wanted to go through, which is why I'd amended my request, giving her a choice. While I'd have loved to see her beautiful cunt with nothing to block my view, I also didn't want to make her uncomfortable in any way.

Then I got to thinking about my mentioning previous experiences and how that must sound to Micki. Christ, she must think I'd fucked anything with a pussy. It was a great honor, especially after how short a time we'd known one another, that she unquestioningly trusted me enough to not insist on protection while we fucked.

I wondered how I should explain that I wasn't really the fuck-around type, that even though I'd mentioned other women in my past, that there really hadnt' been as many as it sounded.

And another thought popped into my head: When did what we were doing cease being "fucking" and become "making love?"

With those thoughts roaring through my head, I decided to just deal with the question at hand. "I'd love to give you a trim. Shall we do that now?"

 

[intriguess]

Micki

He was so adorable, how could I turn down any simple request? Of course it would be difficult to do a trim while we were entangled, then again it wasn't like we were racing to the finish line. Marathon sex, were slow and steady wins the race with plenty of fluids to drink....I smiled as I finally got the analogy. "Does that mean I can give you a trim as well?" I had always wondered what purpose pubic hair served, was it just a sign of the hormonal surge of puberty? was it a throw back to when we were completely covered in hair....I told myself to stop thinking and realize that I had not really answered his question.

 

[susurrus]

Micki skillfully dodged the question of "should we shave her now," whether on purpose or no. Then when she tagged on her own question/request, I got to thinking about the porn vids I'd seen. Peter North didn't have hair on his balls. Was that what she was talking about? Or higher up? It'd take a big amount of trust to let Micki take a piece of sharpened steel to that fairly sensitive portion of my anatomy, but I figured I could afford her that trust. Besides, if I trusted her enough for that, maybe she'd be more willing to let me go farther with the razor.

And further, I *did* truly believe in reciprocity...

I leaned in and kissed her, still pumping slowly in and out, and whispered, "If you'd like to give me a trim, too, I'd enjoy almost nothing more."