by Noelle Mack
Pam put a finger over his lips. “I get the idea. Kiss me.”
His sensual mouth opened and then…he didn’t do anything. “Good as you look,” he began nervously, still holding her around the waist, “and I do mean good enough to eat—can you lose the lipstick? I can’t finish my route with smooch marks all over my face, grinning like a fool.”
“I like that picture,” Pam said, smiling and letting her hips move a little from side to side. Kev drew in his breath and let it out very slowly. His body reacted. If she wanted to, she could reach a hand right under his shorts and touch his brief-clad balls. Or did he wear boxers? There was only one way to find out.
She kept one arm around his neck and moved the other one, stroking the lightly furred front of his thigh and sliding it up to just under the hem of his shorts. Boxers. Light and soft.
Imagining pulling them down and seeing his big cock jut out made her instantly hot. But she withdrew her hand and patted his face. “Sure. No problem.” Pam went to the sink and got a paper towel, getting most of the lipstick off, then running another paper towel under the hot water and blotting her mouth with it. Between the removed lipstick and the rubbing her mouth was tender. She turned to him but Kev covered the distance between them in two big steps, pulling her into his arms and kissing her with a raw, turbocharged hunger. His hands ran over her hips and behind, feeling her there with passionate intensity. “No panties, huh? All right.”
He backed her up against the kitchen counter and kissed her again, a little more gently this time, exploring her mouth with his tongue and nipping her lower lip. One big hand pushed her blond hair out of the way and he moved to her neck, planting small kisses on the sensitive skin there, going down and then up again to take a sexy little munch on her earlobe.
Good thing she didn’t have diamond earrings on, Pam thought dreamily. God, he could do this to her forever and she wouldn’t mind.
He pulled back, looking down at her with fierce desire. “Okay, hot stuff. There’s another part of you I want to taste. Ready for it?”
Without waiting for an answer, Kev lifted her up and set her on the counter, settling her butt on the red velvet so her skin didn’t touch the counter but pushing the front of the dress up. He clasped her ankles and spread her bare legs. Pam braced herself on her hands and leaned back, watching him grab a chair and set it where he wanted it, right in front of her. He sat down and looked at her pussy for a long, satisfying moment. Not touching. Just looking.
Pam relaxed, feeling giddy, happy to be so shameless, so in the moment. She knew from the way he kissed that he would treat her pussy with just the same delicious mix of mostly tenderness and a bit of roughness. Looking at his mouth, the slight smile that curved it, and the sensuality of his downcast look heightened the anticipation of the sexual pleasure to come.
When he began to stroke the soft skin on the inside of her thighs, still enjoying his intimate look at her, not glancing up, Pam closed her eyes. She could just feel his breath on her pussy, warm and soft, but not that close. She knew he was observing her body’s involuntary arousal, getting off on looking at her labia, swollen and slick, turning a deep pink. His strong, caressing hands warmed her thighs and kept her from trembling.
But Kev still didn’t touch or lick her pussy, just kept stroking. Then he moved his hand to the skin under her navel, stroking her there in a sensual semicircle that made her arch and push her pussy closer to his face. He dropped a kiss on the springy curls but kept his hand where it was, pushing against her womanly belly with a rhythm that she guessed was natural to him—and how he would fuck her when he got around to that.
For now, she was too into what he was doing to move. The waiting between his caresses only intensified the sensation of his hands moving over her flesh—then watching him look his fill at the succulent pussy he’d wanted for so long—both were erotic to the max.
Kev took his sweet time about loving her, and he did it right.
He scooted forward in the chair and rested his head on her thigh. Just close enough to dart out his tongue and flick it over her swollen little clit.
Pam dropped her head back and moaned, wriggling her buttocks an inch or so closer. Kev grabbed her thighs and buried his face in her pussy, licking her labia, and sucking her clit into his mouth as gently as if it were a nipple. Bingo, she thought. Oh, Jesus. This was better than anything. He slid a finger into her juicy pussy while he kept sucking clit and held it there.
She could feel herself begin to pulse around his finger and a few seconds later, Kev took his mouth away. He rested his head on her thigh again, just breathing on her clit, letting her sexual excitement subside. A move, Pam knew, that would only make her come harder.
That seemed to be something he wanted to have happen. He didn’t say a word but the skillful way he handled her made her smile inwardly, wondering without jealousy what woman had taught him that.
Probably an older one. He must have been a willing student and he had obviously paid worshipful attention to his much more experienced lover.
The thought of Kev as a strapping eighteen-year-old, naked and stiff-cocked, spurting a little cum that he couldn’t control, made Pam shiver with sexual excitement. She could imagine him kneeling between the legs of a woman who was as wild for him then as Pam was right now, licking his first lover tentatively, then with sensual boldness.
Sitting in front of her as he was, fully dressed, only made the fantasy that much more vivid. Pam moaned and messed up his thick hair with careless strokes, supporting herself with just one hand as he began to push his tongue between her labia, spreading them open to get deeper inside. His tongue was as long and as strong as the rest of him, and it felt a lot like a cock.
She imagined him again as a neophyte, and what he had looked like from behind, ass up and muscular thighs bunched up as he went down between a woman’s legs, his balls tight to his lean body and his buttocks shaking from trying to control his imminent ejaculation. Another woman floated into Pam’s fantasy, also older than the youthful Kev, one who reached between his legs to stroke his balls and reached around to clasp his hugely erect young cock with an oiled hand, pumping him until he sprayed helplessly, moaning against the pussy of the woman he was pleasuring with his mouth.
Pam gasped and pushed Kev’s head away. Even though he was staying away from her clit while he licked, her visualizing a trio like that was just too intense.
“What?” he said softly, wiping his mouth. He stood up and put his hands on either side of her, kissing the creamy skin of her breasts, pleasurably compressed by the fitted bodice of the red velvet dress. “Hmm,” he murmured. “I’ve been neglecting these.” He pulled out one breast and then the other, resting them on the soft upper edge of the bodice so they overflowed it and the nipples stuck out. “Hot. I love the way your tits look like that. Really stacked. Ready to be sucked too.”
But he kissed her mouth first, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. He tugged a little harder at them when he broke the kiss, pushing her tits together and getting his tongue into her cleavage.
Pam began to sweat. He licked up every drop. “Sexy. You taste so good. Sweet here”—he stuck a finger into her pussy—“and salty here.” He licked between her breasts again but he didn’t take his finger out.
She shifted on the counter, pressing her thighs around his chest. With one swift move, Kev picked her up, getting an arm under her ass and supporting her upper body with the other one.
She clung to him, not caring about the tangled dress, not caring about anything but enjoying herself with a hot guy in this abandoned way. His nice, neat deliveryman shirt was going to smell like pussy but she couldn’t help that. He’d wanted to pick her up, let her squeeze him with her thighs to help him carry her—for a lusty guy like Kev, a pussy print was probably a badge of honor.
With her arms twined around his neck, he toted her down the hall. “Which way to heaven?” He kicked open the partially closed door to the bedroom when she breat
hed, “That way,” in his ear.
Kev set her down on the bed with a bounce and didn’t waste any time getting his boots off. “Gotta love speed laces.” He grinned at her and set the boots aside. Then he flicked his belt open and shoved down his shorts and boxers. Just as she’d imagined it, his cock sprang out from thick, dark, curling hair. He got his balls where he wanted them with a fast motion but he was too aroused for them to hang down.
Later for that, Pam thought with pleasure. She planned to cup them after he shot his load, enjoy their spent softness—but by the looks of him now, the condom tip was going to be full to bursting with his cum.
“Dress on or off?” she asked softly.
He stood by the bed, towering over her, one hand just brushing the outside of his thigh and one resting loosely on his lean hip. The pose made him look like a Greek statue of an athlete in his physical prime.
But oh God, was he alive. The veins in his cock pulsed as he looked at her sprawled on the bed, and it bobbed a little, then got stiffer, rising smack up against his tautly muscled belly. He took himself in hand, stroking his cock to the tip, watching her watch him do it. Pam couldn’t take her eyes off that mesmerizing sight. Watching men masturbate in front of her was a really strong turn-on.
She knew she could never handle a cock quite the way a man did his own—they were often a little rougher than she would be, paused to rest when she wouldn’t know they had to, and could squeeze the shaft just right to hold back on ejaculating—or to make it spurt in long streams, showing off, coming with fierce male pride. And the way a man touched his own balls, strong fingers cradling both while the other hand jacked off his hot cock—that just did her in.
Pam loved to have a man come on her body: on her breasts, or straddling her waist to give her a pearly necklace, or on top of her, rubbing on her belly until he ejaculated; or even thrusting between her clasped thighs while she lay on her back or on her front, pounding her until he exploded wetly all over the sheets beneath.
But right now…she didn’t know what Kev wanted her to do. He had amazing self-control, that was clear.
“Dress on,” he said at last. “Tits out and on display. And get on all fours.”
“Yes, sir,” she said mockingly, but she was willing to play along. Kev going alpha was intriguing. Her pussy began to pulse again as she flipped over to get on her hands and knees. The dress slid down over her bare ass and she reached around to lift it up again.
He stopped her with one big hand. “Let me have the pleasure of pulling it up.”
Pam looked up at him through her mussed hair, smiling. “All right.”
Before he did that, he sat down on the edge of the bed, fondling her tits, filling his hands with them, even slapping them lightly just for the hell of it. Pam relished the way he did it, enjoyed the feel of her breasts bumping and swaying, and his hands brushing over the sensitized, sucked nipples as he slapped and fondled them gently. To be on all fours for amorous tit play felt very natural and deeply female. Having her bottom bared while he did it would feel even better—a touch of submissiveness always got her more excited than she wanted to admit.
But he had asked for that pleasure and she wasn’t going to deny it to him, not in so many words. All the same, she could use her body to let him know that she was ready for that too. Pam wriggled her velvet-draped haunches and pushed against his side.
Kev chuckled a little and increased his stimulating slaps. “Want me to do that to your ass?” he murmured.
“Maybe,” she said softly, not looking him in the eye.
“I think you should put on some panties,” he said. “Just so I can pull them down after I lift up your dress. Pretty ones.”
Pam rose up and sat back on her haunches. Kev seized the opportunity to suckle her nipples and kiss her breasts. She pulled the red velvet dress down a little and straightened the twisted middle, then got up, so turned on that she stumbled a little. She went to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer, bending way over. “I keep the pretty panties in here. Don’t wear them often. Hey, these even match.” She pulled out a pair made of red stretch lace. “Skimpy enough for you?” She waved them at Kev.
His hard-on got harder. “Put ’em on,” he growled.
Pam flipped up the skirt of the dress and swathed the material around her middle, leaning back against the dresser to hold it there and balance herself. She leaned forward, letting her breasts spill out, stepping a little awkwardly into the stretchy panties she held spread between her fingers, pulling them up over her calves and thighs with deliberate slowness. He watched her intently. She let the dress fall back down and walked to him.
Kev grabbed her hips when she reached the bed and pressed kiss after kiss against her pussy, hidden by the dress. “I don’t know which is more sexy,” he said in a low voice. “Seeing it or not seeing it.”
“Up to you, lover. I think I need to have you take charge for a little while. You know what I want.” She stroked his hair as he looked up at her for a few seconds, then rested his cheek on the beautiful dress that made her feel so feminine and so desired.
“All fours is what I want.” He gave her a slap on the butt. “Do it. But keep yourself covered.”
Pam eased down, giving in to his unspoken request for a long, hot kiss on the way to the next stage. Then he put her away from him, letting her get on hands and knees, waiting for him to lift her dress.
He kneeled behind her, sliding the sensuously soft fabric over the backs of her thighs, lifting the dress inch by inch until she felt the material slide up and over her lace-clad buttocks. Kev draped it around her waist, then began to pull down her panties.
She could hear him breathing hard and his stiff cock bumped against the back of her legs now and then. He stopped when the stretchy panties were rolled down to just below her ass cheeks and her behind was bared.
He touched the lace in between her legs. “Nice and slow gets you hot. Your panties are wet. Good girl. Now get your legs farther apart but keep your ass up.”
She moved her knees and did exactly what he said. Kev pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. The stretchy lace was taut and she got her knees even farther apart, until the elastic strained to the snapping point. She could imagine how the sight turned him on. Dress up, panties down, her round ass, big and bare, and a very, very hot pussy completely available to his fingers, his tongue, and his huge cock.
She’d had the first two…she craved the last.
“I think you need your pussy pounded,” he said. His voice was harder now. “No more foreplay. Time for heavy fucking.”
“Yes,” she breathed. She felt him behind her, heard the rip of a condom packet and the slight sound of him rolling it on. Then he kneeled behind her, placing the head of his sheathed cock directly against her labia.
Pam wriggled, wanting to thrust backward. But she reminded herself, dazed with lust though she was, that he was in charge.
He reminded her too…by bringing both of his hands down on her buttocks for a double smack. Pam moaned with pleasure. “Uh-huh. You like to bare your ass and be disciplined a little, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. The feeling of being just barely penetrated by the tip of his huge cock made her want to cry out for more. Allowing him to spank her while he maintained his strong self-control was unbelievably exciting.
“Reach around,” he told her. “I want you to keep your panties pulled down and your face in the pillows.”
Again Pam did as he said, going deeper into the sensual excitement of the moment, aware that her half-dressed, half-naked show was making him crazy with desire. She grabbed the rolled-down elastic that kept the panties stretched between her thighs and held it with her thumbs, knowing that he was going to spank her some more.
He did. She moaned and shoved her ass up, wanting still more. He gave her that too, then rested his big hands on her tingling behind, gasping for breath, pushing his cock tip in just a little further.
“Fuck me no
w,” she begged.
With a ragged breath, he rammed his big rod all the way up her pussy and grabbed her around her hips, pulling her back to him. His balls brushed her pulled-down panties, which she pulled up tight around the bottom of her ass before letting go, freeing her hands so she could brace herself against Kev’s vigorous thrusts.
He slammed into her, crying out softly. “Feels so good—so good. Deep inside you—so hot. Make me come with your tight pussy, Pam—oh—yeah! Make me come!”
They rocked together on the bed, aware of nothing more than the heat of each other’s bodies and an excitement that went so deep they truly did become one. He curved his powerful body over hers, keeping himself up on one arm and reaching between her legs to do her clit. She screamed with pleasure, writhing uncontrollably at the moment of climax as his body shook and he came too, shouting out her name.
2
Pam awoke naked, feeling a very gentle breeze move over her skin. She vaguely remembered Kev unzipping the dress and easing her out of it, letting the folds of red velvet fall into a puddle on the floor. Where was it now?
She looked around drowsily and saw it on the back of her bedroom door, on a hanger. The rich material caught the golden light of early afternoon coming through the blinds and the dress almost glowed, especially since every other color in the room was on the bland side. Kev had been right about her needing some excitement and he had sure as hell provided it.
But never mind the dress. Where was he?
She listened and heard him moving around in the bathroom down the hall, and also heard the plaintive meow of Lump, hoping to be let out of the living room so he could (a) get a snack and (b) go back to sleep in the banana bowl.
Kev must have heard him too. She heard him walk softly down the hall barefoot and turn the creaky knob of the living room door. The Lump shot out, stopped, and wound himself around Kev’s ankles, judging by the nice-kitty murmurs Kev was making. Very faintly, she heard the cat purr and then Kev headed back to her. He came through the bedroom door, a towel knotted around his lean hips, freshly showered, his hair wet and spiky. Pam felt a rush of affection for him and reached out a hand to draw him down to her.
