I rang the buzzer at Alicia's apartment and she let me in. I knew she'd be home working, and I wanted to see her. I rang the bell with every intention of interrupting her work. She buzzed me in and opened the door to her place on the third floor. "What a nice surprise," she said, giving me the dozy smile I think about sometimes while I masturbate. "What brings you to this neighborhood?"
"Just wanted to see if I could make you a pot of tea," I said. This wasn't a secret euphemism for anything, but I thought it was appropriately coy. She laughed and pulled me through the door.
I did make her a pot of tea, but we didn't drink it. Per our occasional routine we raised our eyebrows at each other and scooted closer together on her couch, pretending to be shy. I pretended to be shy to hide that I was a little shy; Alicia is exceedingly beautiful, and even though we've slept together sporadically for a long time, and have known each other for longer, her general gorgeousness intimidates me.
Tracing my hand up from her knee, over her thin homemade skirt, I crossed her pleasantly round tummy to her breasts. They're good breasts, medium and firm, enshrouded today only in a loose white blouse. Alicia's a bit of a bohemian, and I like that. We kissed, softly at first, and then she started to push back in the hungry way she does. "Oh my god," she mumbled through kisses. "You just reminded me that this is exactly what I needed today." She climbed on top of me.
While we devoured each other's lips, I continued to explore her breasts through her thin shirt. Her nipples were hard now and I pinched them softly. She responded by thrusting her hips toward me, rubbing the inside of her thigh against my growing erection. When she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the stiffness through my jeans, she took in a breath through her teeth and closed her eyes. I love when she does that. She let out the breath as a deep groan.
"You want my cock?" I asked in her ear. With her usual confidence, she kneeled down in front of the couch, stood me up, and whipped off my belt. Once she had me naked from the waist down she gripped my cock and spit on it.
"There you go," she said long and soft as she stroked my length. "How does that feel? You like that?" I grunted in approval. She flashed me a wry smile and batted her lashes. And then I was in her mouth, the hot suction making me arch my back, her cheeks and tongue all one slick tight tumbling membrane.
"Oh fuck Alicia," I groaned uncontrollably. She was bobbing her head, and her long shiny brown hair was tumbling over my lap. She did all kinds of mysterious things with her tongue that sent me shivers while I ran my hands through her hair. And then, just as quickly as she has started, she gave the tip of my cock one last hard suck and got back up onto my lap. She kissed me hard and I could taste that strange penis taste in her mouth.
"Eat my pussy," she rasped in my ear. Alicia has a dirty mouth when she gets going, and I love it. She tells me to talk dirtier to her sometimes, be rougher, but I suspect I'm gentler than that by nature. That's why it feels so damn good when I let go and oblige her. So I obliged her. I pulled (not quite ripped, almost ripped) her panties out from under her skirt and pushed her milky thighs apart. Then I was face to face with her beautiful, pink, waxed smooth pussy. The most beautiful pussy I've ever seen, and I've let her know that.
I began to slowly lick her lips, pulling each one gently into my mouth until my chin was covered in her gloss. Then I went to town on her clit; I knew she was ready for it and I braced myself for her reaction. She's a thrasher, especially when my lips are pursed around her clit and I'm pushing my face from side to side. "Fuck yeah," she practically yelled, arching her back, clutching her breasts. "God, you like how my fucking pussy tastes?" I hummed my reply into her. "That's right you do, bitch." My cock stiffened another notch when she said this to me. I maintained my speed and pressure on her clit until her moans reached just the pitch I knew meant orgasm — and then I sped. She came immediately, and hard.
She pulled me up on top of her and kissed me hard again. She always wants to taste herself on my lips after I've eaten her.
I unbuttoned her blouse and threw it onto a chair. Her skirt followed it, followed by my shirt. I took in her naked body for the first time in a few months. Were her breasts bigger? Who knows. She always looks amazing. Her nipples are tan and shiny, her breasts shaped like upturned cones. Her belly is soft and gracefully curved. She's not too skinny without being quite chubby. Just right, really. She was biting her lip, looking up at me with an innocent girlish look that belied the dirty things that she had just moaned while she came.
