I am in a room, very bare. I look down and see that I am wearing Lycra leggings with a blue and green geometric pattern, similar to fish scales but different. No shoes, just bare feet on soft carpet. When I look up there is a bed, was it there before? I am not sure but I guess it must have been, beds don't just appear from no-where, right? I walk over feeling the soft warmth of the carpet on the soles of my feet. The bed has an intricate headboard of some sort of slate coloured metal, cool when I touch it.
I turn at the sound of a door opening and a woman walks in. She is tall and wearing a figure hugging blue dress that almost reaches to the floor. As she walks it sways with her hips to reveal long slits up the sides which disappear when she stops in front of me.
"Do you like the bed?" She asks.
I look up from gazing at the lovely curve of her hips under the dress.
"Yes it's very impressive, the headboard is quite unique." As I talk, I turn to indicate the headboard. When I turn back she is sitting on the bed, the fabric of her dress gliding across her legs, separating to expose an expanse of pale skin from ankle to hip, the curve of her thigh is so inviting that I reach out and caress her from knee to hip, her body is cool to the touch, her leg firm under my fingers. She reaches up and runs her fingers through my chest hair, her long fingernails painted a dark metallic blue.
"What do I call you?" A strange syntax, but I answer.
"J, What do I call you?"
"Well E, I must say that you look stunning"
She lay back on the bed, the blue fabric of her dress sliding from her breasts. I can't see how the dress is formed or held together, it almost seems to have a life of it's own, existing just to caress her body as she moves. I reach down and run my fingers up the side of her body, tracing the line of her rib cage up to the swelling of her breast. She inhales softly as I run my hand around the breast, feeling the shape, testing the firmness. (not being at all unhappy with either too, I might add) Her hand come up to my shoulder and with a gentle pressure, pulls me lower. I need no other encouragement and drop my lips to her nipple, taking it into my mouth. Her fingers grab my shoulder as I bite her nipple, nipping at it to see if she likes it. She does and so I bite harder, her fingernails digging into my skin. As I kiss my way up to her neck and around her hairline to her ear she shuffles up the bed. My hands begin to trail down her body to feel the gorgeous shape of her waist and hips, biting her ear and her neck makes her arch her back and as her hips come off the bed I reach around to grab her arse, so round, so cold under my fingers. I love cold skin.
As I knead the cheek of her arse, the dress continues its departure to become nothing more than a brilliant blue sheet on which we play. I move down her body, kissing and caressing my way to her waist, where I trace kisses along the inside of her waist, down toward the top of her pubic mound, her red hair soft against her white skin.
I am lying on the bed, E's legs slightly apart, nuzzling her pubic hair, savouring the smell of her sex. I feel hands on my back, not E's - she is playing with her nipples. Who's then? They are strong hands, I can feel the fingernails scratching my back as they work across my body, exploring. I let myself go, enjoying the sensation and ignoring any thought as to who or where they came from.
I start to lick E's pussy, softly exploring the shape of her clit. I love discovering a new pussy! The size and shape of the clit, the folds of the labia, the smell and taste, the lovely pubic mound. In this case, red downy hair atop of the mound. I love just placing my hand over the pubic mound and holding it gently moving my hand to rub without trying to stimulate directly, just feeling the shape and warmth, mmmmm, lovely.
I am just probing E's clit, teasing it out from under it's hood, when the hands on my back arrive at my leggings and start, unsuccessfully, sliding them down over my hips. There is going to be a problem I realize, as my erection catches the elastic, preventing the shiny smooth Lycra from sliding at all. No problem as it turns out for my admirer, who grabs my hips and hoists me up onto my knees, reaches around and with one hand pulls my cock roughly up and out and yanks my leggings down to my knees. I am left with my bare arse in the air, my legs trapped by my leggings and my rock hard cock pointing towards my chin. My chin which is beginning to be deliciously wet from E's juices as I expertly flick her clit and lick into the outer folds of her pussy. I like to kiss and nuzzle in a wide area around the pubic mound as I find that there are sensitive nerve endings under the skin there as well. Not as sensitive as the clit itself but stimulating them is a way of continuing arousal without the clit getting to sensitive and it allows me to spend way more time down there..
I feel something warm on my back and realize that my impatient admirer has poured oil all across my back. As soon as I register that the oil is there they begin to rub it in, moving the oil across my body with expert finesse, the sweep of their hands keeping the pool of oil moving so that very little, if any, runs down my sides. I continue probing E's pussy with my tongue, feeling the oil moving around my body, down my back to my arse cheeks, caressed around my hips, down my thighs and around my waist. The hands are firm and confident, deliberate in the surety of movement, never a hesitation. The two hands working both sides of my hips, circular motions rubbing oil into my arse cheeks as well as my thighs. The hands sweep down the outside of my thighs to come back and around to my inner thighs for the upward sweep, squeezing my thighs as the backs of the hands gently nudge my balls, firmly running up the inside of my groin before arcing back to my arse, around my hips and up and across the top of my arse and waist before going back down the outside of my thighs again. The feeling is exquisite, my cock is twitching with the pleasure sensations being created.
I bring one hand up to E's pussy and slip a finger into her opening, so wet. Like oiled silk, the inside of her cunt is a delight of texture and warm, wet, yummyness. E is grinding her hips into my fingers and mouth. I feel a weight shift on the bed and withdraw my finger to hold my hand up to be sucked by my arse admirer, who, satisfied, goes back to my oiled waist, slide hands down the front of my hips across my thighs and up to the base of my cock. Grabbing the shaft and running the hand slowly up to the head, the grip hard, I am sure that only the oil is stopping it from being painfully hard. I have never felt such a strong hand on my cock, other than my own when I have a really furious hard pounding wank. The grip doesn't lessen as the hand glides down my cock to the very base, another hand circling my balls, alternately cradling them and pulling on them. The hand on my cock settles into a strong, circular wanking motion. Slow strokes going all the way up the shaft to the head, coming up over the head in a swirling caress, before ramming down, hard and fast to my balls, which are in a world of pleasure all of their own.