I was pouring a fresh cup of coffee, listening to some Stevie Ray Vaughan and thinking what an incredible blues guitar player he was, when I heard a soft tap on the door. I hurriedly threw on an old button-down and walked to the door, opened it, and was delighted to see her standing at my door.
Mackenzie was a classmate of mine at the university, and she was majoring in sociology as I was. She was a pretty neat woman. She was as intelligent as all hell, but wasn't full of pretense as so many others like her were. She had quite an advanced social consciousness for someone her age, and was also really friendly and gregarious. She was here on the pretext of writing a paper together on the benefits of violent revolution in a stagnant society.
If I was reading the indicators correctly, we weren't going to get much work done, if any at all. She had been making some not-so-subtle signals that she was interested in more than an academic alliance. Much more.
'She's looking quite lovely', I thought as I looked at her 5 foot 6 inch frame, with light brown hair to the middle of her back, pert breasts, and a superb ass to write home about. I quickly invited her in and asked her if she'd like a cup of coffee. As I handed her the coffee, she sipped it slowly, smiled broadly, and remarked, "French Roast!"
"So -- how goes it, Danny? Time see, no long, babe. Great tunes, by the way," she said, grinning flirtatiously.
Mackenzie very much liked to play with words, their placement and their meanings. She was minoring in English Literature, and she was a pretty prolific writer. She was pretty good too, if the stuff that I had the privilege to look at was any indication.
"Pretty good, actually. Did you see that Yankees game last night? Two outs, bottom of the ninth, and of all people, Scott Brosius comes through with a dinger to left," I told her, looking into her bewitching hazel eyes.
"Yeah, but the D'backs aren't out of it yet, you know. Curt Shilling and Randy Johnson, the ugliest man in baseball, are probably going to start games 6 and 7 -- in Arizona, no less," she remarked, then added as almost an afterthought, "Bill Cowher would be the ugliest man in football, in case you were wondering." She grinned broadly as she told me.
"You know, I think I'd have to agree with you there -- Cowher *is* an ugly motherfucker -- he seems to be a good coach, though."
She took another slow sip from her steaming cup of java, peering up at me over her cup, and then smiled demurely. She set her mug on the table, then softly took my hand into her own. Mackenzie took my face in her hands, brought her lips to mine, and kissed me zestfully as she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling my hips towards her. I was fairly certain that she felt the direct evidence of my physiological state. I placed my hands on her firm shapely ass, softly caressing it as I pulled her into me, and I became aware of the warmth between her legs. I brought my hands to the front of her jeans and freed the clasp, and slowly lowered her zipper down until I saw her sexy black thong.
As I brought my hands to the smooth taut skin of her sensitive stomach, she gently nibbled and bit at my tongue, and I felt her hand fondling my growing hard-on. Her hands were on the buttons of my jeans, slowly undoing them as my hands moved slowly upward towards her heaving breasts. I quickly undid the clasp on her bra, and as I took her firm breasts into my hands, she quickly unbuttoned her shirt, letting her bra fall to the floor.
I brought my lips to nibble, suck, and lick at her taut nipples, and she took my hard shaft in her hand, softly squeezing it as she pumped it slowly. I looked up into her face, gazing into her beautiful green eyes, and she smiled at me as I took one last suck at her nipple and continued downward to her flat stomach, kissing and licking the sensitive skin there.
My fingers found the zipper on her pants, and I slowly brought it the rest of the way down, and with a wiggle of her softly-rounded hips her pants fell to the floor. I detected the bouquet of her arousal as I kissed my way to the top of her thong, putting my hands on her exquisite ass to gently pull her toward me. My hands roamed to her hips, and I eased her thong down her shapely legs.
I kissed all around her fragrant pubic area, and finally touched just the tip of my tongue to her tight wet sex. She moaned softly, putting her hands on my shoulders for support, and I ran my tongue very slowly along the length of her moistened womanly folds. I thrust my tongue as far as it would go into her grasping cunt, and her hands clenched a handful of my hair as an ecstatic look came onto her face. I began a slow rhythm with my tongue in and out of her tightness, inhaling her scent and savoring her sweet juices, until I felt her hands pulling me up towards her.
She kissed me hungrily, the taste of her juices still on my lips, and I thrust my tongue back at hers. I quickly moved behind her, and softly kissed and sucked on the back of her neck as I ran my fingers through her soft light brown hair. Her firm ass pressed back onto my bulging shaft, and I reached around her to take her firm breasts into my hands. As I gently fondled her taut nipples, I took my hardness in my hand and slowly ran the head along the length of her moistened pussy lips, feeling the abundant juices accumulating there.
She leaned forward, putting her hands on the table, and I slowly eased my throbbing shaft into her. She gasped as I thrust hard, burying my hard cock to the hilt, and we built a slow rhythm. As I reached around to tenderly caress her erect clit, she moved her ass in a tight circular motion, and I could see my glistening hard-on as it thrust into her tight channel.
Her moaning increased as I continued to drive my hard cock into her now soaked slit, fondling her bulging clit in rhythm with my powerful thrusts. I brought a finger of my free hand to her tight ass, gently massaging her tight puckered hole, then slowly eased it into her ass, matching the rhythm of my pulsing shaft, and she moaned loudly as I did. I felt her vaginal walls contracting around my stiff cock, and as I thrust into her deeply, she reached between her legs and took my swollen balls gently in her hand.
I felt an orgasm coming, and I pounded hard into her, easing my finger all the way into her ass. I felt my cock surge, and as I emptied the warm pearly cum from my balls into her receptive womb, she moaned loudly. I thrust a couple more times into her with my softening cock, and I watched our combined juices running down the inside of her thighs. She eased away from me, then knelt in front of me, lazily cleaning our combined juices from my cock
"Umm, Mackenzie? The bedrooms in there," I said smiling, pointing down the hall.
"Mind if I have a look? I've wanted to see what the bedroom of a charmingly eclectic man such as yourself looks like," she said with a grin.