The Barkeep And The Model Pt 03

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"You'll have to spend the night now. You'd get arrested if you walked out of here in that outfit!" I told her.

"We can't have that. This is only our second date and I never go to jail until at least the third," she said.

I excused myself and went into my bedroom. After brushing my teeth in the en suite I stripped off my clothes and donned fresh boxer briefs and the silk kimono I'd picked up during an R&R visit to Japan.

"Very nice," she said, rubbing the silk of my kimono between her fingers as I sat on the sofa next to her. "This is authentic, not one of the knock-offs they sell here in the States and to tourists in Asia."

"Yes, one of my military buddies was born in Japan before coming here when he was about nine. We had R&R in Japan - Honshu, of course. We climbed Mt. Fuji and spent time in Tokyo which is where I got this. He took me to a small shop off the tourist path where locals shop."

"He, and you, have good taste. I can tell this is Grade A mulberry silk, considered the finest in the world."

"Very good, that's exactly right. At least according to what he and the shopkeeper told me at the time. Of course, you'd likely know things like that after your modeling stint," I said.

"Yup, but even though you haven't asked, I'm also half Japanese - my Mom. Dad is black, or more accurately what they used to call mulatto. He's relatively light-skinned and most certainly has Caucasian blood somewhere in his ancestry. None of us have ever done a DNA test so just how much black and white I am is a mystery."

"Well, if you're interested I'm half Italian and half English. Dad's parents emigrated from northern Italy. His sister was a baby when they came over. Dad was born in the U.S. Mom's family emigrated from England to Nova Scotia Canada where they were all fishers. Mom and her older sister were born there before her parents came to the States. Three more sisters and one brother were born here," I explained.

"So if we ever have kids they'll be Italian English Japanese Blacks. Our own United Nations!" she grinned.

"Well, it might be a bit soon to think about kids but we can certainly start practicing. Practice makes perfect as they say!" I replied.

"I love to practice," Xanthe said as she straddled my lap. Beneath the faint aroma of her delicate perfume I could smell her arousal. She pulled my kimono open and rubbed my rapidly hardening member with her pussy. I felt her wetness as it soaked through her lace panties and my boxers.

She leaned into me and we kissed deeply, tongues dancing as our passion for one another soared. I slid my hands onto her thighs and under the short hem of her babydoll. I ran my hands over her hips and up her sides, taking the lacy lingerie with them. I kept moving up and pulled the lace out and over her breasts, finally lifting it over her head and completely off.

I caught my breath as I saw her breasts for the first time. They were absolutely perfect, a full A cup topped with darker areolae surrounding pert, erect nipples. I cupped each breast in a hand and massaged them gently, the palms of my hands describing circles over her nipples.

"Oh my god! You're making chills run up and down my spine!" she cried out, between moans.

"You are a goddess and I a mere supplicant, worshipping," I whispered.

"You have something I want to worship," she said, rocking her hips back and forth to rub her pussy over my cock.

I moved my hands around her back and stood up. Xanthe wrapped her legs around my hips and locked her ankles together as I walked us into my bedroom. I'd pulled the covers back earlier when I changed, so I laid her onto the bed, on her back. I shrugged off my kimono as she reached up and pulled the waistband of my shorts out to clear my hard on. As she pushed them down over my hips a smile came to her face.

"Very nice," she commented. At six and half inches I'm on the upper end of average, circumcised, and an appropriate girth. She caressed my shaft lightly with her fingertips then ran her fingernails over and around the head, causing a shiver to run through my body

I moved closer and pulled her thong off as she lifted her hips off the mattress to allow it. Her labia were cleanly shaved or waxed and a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair in the shape of a triangle pointed the way to her clit - exactly matching my preference.

"You shave too," she said, as her hands continued to explore my member, ball sac, and the surrounding area. "I like that."

"I"m glad," I told her, "but happy to make any changes you'd prefer."

I climbed onto the bed next to her and took her in my arms. I began by kissing the side of her neck, eliciting moans that suggested it was an erogenous zone for her. My fingers toyed with her right earlobe as my lips and tongue worked their way down her left side. I kissed across her throat, hearing more moans and whimpers. The little depression just above her sternum also seemed to very sensitive.

While I fully intended to take my time, I desperately wanted to taste her breasts and nipples. I continued moving down until I reached her left breast. I kissed my way completely around it, licking as I went but careful to avoid her nipple for now. An unbidden thought popped into my head 'she tastes like sunshine!' Never before had I ever considered sunshine having a flavor but I instantly knew it was right.

Xanthe grabbed my head with both hands and forced me to her nipple. I circled it with the tip of my tongue as she moaned in pleasure. I took her hard little nub between my lips and flicked my tongue back and forth across it. She lifted her hips, raising her ass completely off the mattress and cried out as I moved to her other nipple and repeated everything I'd done.

"Dusty! I need you inside me!" she exclaimed.

"Not yet," I replied. But I abandoned her breasts and kissed my way down and over her stomach. I positioned myself between her open legs and kissed the crease between her upper thigh and torso. I did each side then kissed the top of her triangle of hair. I kissed my way down the triangle until I was at the final point, just above her clit.

She whined when I jumped over her pussy to kiss the lower crease on each side. "Please, hon, please!" she begged. I knew what she wanted but guessed she didn't realize how much I wanted it as well. It took every ounce of fortitude I had to resist diving right in, but I wanted to draw this out to maximize her pleasure.

I spread her legs further and plunged my tongue onto her perineum. She gasped and ground herself against my face. I slowly dragged the flat of my tongue up and over her labia, probing past the outer set to lick her delicious juices from inside. She was screaming with pleasure and I hoped the music and crowd downstairs were loud enough to drown her out.

When I reached the top of her slit I relented and turned my attention to her clit. I teased her little button with my tongue then wrapped my lips around it, sucking firmly. She grabbed my head again and pulled me tight onto her. Moments later she exploded with her first orgasm of the night. Her juices bathed my face as I tried my best to drink them all in. I felt her pussy contract again and again as waves of orgasm washed over her.

She finally pushed my head away, unable to tolerate any more stimulation. I laid my head on her thigh and inhaled the scent of her as she slowly came down. When her heart rate approached normal and she had her breathing under control she pulled me up to lie next to her.

"That was the most incredible I've ever felt! I've never cum that hard in my life!" she declared with a smile.

I smiled back at her and said "I hope you always feel that way, hon."