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dont turn you on. When I put my hand up your dress, you cry instead of enjoying it. Isnt that what happened?"
I pulled away from her and walked toward the door. I was being a deliberately callous little shit, hoping to shock her into perspective, and okay, I stooped to a little guilt tripping. Like she couldnt see through it – jeez, this is a painful memory for me! But like I said, at least she wasnt crying.
"Goodbye, Ms. Folsom. If you ever want a friend, just call me up. But Im a sex maniac, not a masochist."
"Stop." she said softly and added with a little smile, "Please. I admit that Im more in pieces than myself, if that makes any sense. But I didnt ask you up here to turn you down. Could we try one more time?"
I turned around and walked over to her and around her back. I put my hand on her shoulders and began to massage her. After her neck muscles began to relax, I said, "Maybe what you really want right now is just a good friend. Im pretty flexible you know; I could be a lot of things to you; whatever you like."
She moaned with pleasure at my ministrations, and then giggled, "Well, Ill certainly be happy to consider you as my masseuse, although, sex maniac sounds more interesting." She let me relax her shoulders and neck for a few more seconds, and then she whispered, "What would a sex maniac do with a helplessly confused woman who needs an ego boost and an honestly good thrill? I mean, besides pitching a silly fit and trying to make me feel guilty?"
I let my hands glide over her shoulders and over her huge breasts. Lord, she was stacked! She was wearing a bra; I could feel its lacy texture beneath my palms as my hands kneaded her firm flesh. She moaned throatily, and I whispered in her ear, "Tell me about your sex life." I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.
"Nothing to tell," she said, bitterness creeping into her voice, "I was a virgin when I married Bob. And I was faithful. That time that I kissed you was the furthest Ive ever strayed, and that was just to help you get over it, Bob was even amused when I told him about it. I-I guess thats why I asked you to... be with me. Youre the closest, physically to me, other than Bob. And Ill never let him touch me again."
I slid my right hand under her bra and ran my fingers over the soft skin of her left breast, gently pinching the nipple between the roots of my fingers while my tongue flicked in her ear. Like everything else on this huge woman, her nipples were really big, too. She sighed, and her stockings rustled as she rubbed her thighs together. "Pull your dress up; I want to see your panties," I breathed in her ear, making her shiver.
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She hiked up her skirt, and my eyes feasted on the curved lines of her calf muscles, the sleek shiny look of her stockings, the swell of her plump thighs, the taught garter straps that gripped the tops of her flesh-toned stockings, and, of course, the lacy white vee of her panties, puffed out slightly by the containment of her pubic hair. Her nipple had grown hard and stiff between my fingers.
I pulled my arm free of her clothing and pulled her head back for a deep-throated kiss. Slowly, I released her head and pulled my mouth away, moving around the chair, sinking to my knees. I gently raised one of her feet, took off her high heel and kissed her stocking-clad toes. Smelling the earth-animal aroma of nylons and feet. Still holding her leg, I kissed her ankle, her calf, her knee, and the upper edge of her stocking. I slowly lowered her leg and set her foot back on the floor. She slid her bottom to the edge of her chair and widened her knees, tentatively. I ran my hands over the surfaces of her elegant legs, squeezing the muscles of her calves and thighs, and then I leaned forward, kissing her legs, breathing in the faint coffee odor of her knees, the earthy-onion smell of stocking-covered thighs, and then further forward, my lips brushed the surface of her panties. Her hips trembled slightly. I breathed the panty odor; flesh permeated cotton, the infinitesimal astringent hint of urine, the soap shed used (Zest evidently!), and overlaying it all, the dizzying, unmistakable aroma of an aroused human female!
I pressed my lips gently against the crotch of her panties and breathed warm air through the material. Her hips shivered again, stronger this time. I trailed a slow lick up her panties, tracing my tongue lightly up her slit under the material. Her fingers moved through my hair and trailed lightly across my breasts as I rose and leaned over her to kiss her hungry mouth. As our lips clung and our tongues danced together, I put my left hand in her lap and rubbed her warm mound through her panties. Slowly, my fingers pried around the edge of her panties to divide and stroke the hot slash of her wet pussy. I pushed two fingers up her vagina and pumped her with my hand until she moaned into my mouth. I spread her juices over her clit and made tiny circles around it until her hips were pumping in the chair, her arms locked around me as she plied my mouth with feverish kisses.
With a tiny high-pitched cry like the call of some exotic bird, she stiffened and shivered, burying her face in my hair. Several times her quivering hips bucked as she gasped and panted into my ear, then oh so slowly her body relaxed, and I accordingly moved away from her clit, gently cupping her cunt in my hand and giving it light squeezes as the
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