I vaguely remember the throws of lusty sex. An intertwining and collision of skin, forces pushing, pulling and rolling. The images of it floated to and from me like misty clouds passing by one another; ethereal, fleeting. Some combination of sleep and booze rendered it all surreal. A dream to be sure but far more satisfying.
It was... in fact... more.
Something pulled me up from my slumber. My awareness drifted toward consciousness. I felt the smooth friction of hands exploring my intimate parts. I was hard, rock hard in reply. My eyelids fought off the sleep and lifted to see her kneeling in front of me. Her hands glazed with oil, her fingers stroking at my shaft, her eyes studying all of her efforts, proud of her progress. She was butt ass naked top to bottom outside of tight pearl choker elegantly cropping her neck . Her hair was a disheveled version of its former self; her sophisticated up doo now a tattered memory from our tumble together earlier in the night, before I fallen back into the armchair and left her motionless on the bed. I had fucked her, and she me. Then we had each all but passed out. Or at least I did for sure. For how long, I don't know. I can only imagine she did the same for a bit until her urges coaxed her up and out of it and she gave in. I apparently had slept thru her search for some baby oil and its application to me and her both. It's my favorite kind of surprise.
She noticed my eyes. She smiled and leaned back some to let the light from the streetlamps outside the windows cascade down her bare chest. Her hands pulled back to her breasts, and retraced the oiled evidence of the last time she played with them. She squeezed. Then pinched. Bit her lip and leaned in to bite mine, just once and pulled partially back. Her oiled breasts landed at my oiled crouch. It was her planned all along. Her hands fell to my legs to lift her slightly up and down. She graced ever so slowly and slightly using only her chest against me. She was not by any means large. But a firm handful, and perfect for a slow fuck like this. I am quite sure she knew it as she ran me up and down on the smooth flesh.
Her little Asian mouth started to smirk at me as she did it.
"Oh, I am gonna fuck the shit out you." I blurted.
"uh uh. We did that earlier. It's my turn. And right now, I want your dick right here." She replied. Her hand pulled at it and circled the tip slowly around one of her tight little nipples. She was so sexy, A mix of Japanese and American blood. It gave her height and long length to compliment her tight Asian build and features. "I love the feel of your dick on me...(she paused)...in me." She resumed brushing her oiled self up and down against it.
"I love it on you too... (I paused to match the cadence of her words)...and in you. I can't wait until you slide me into you. Slowly. Deeply.... And fuck me."
"Ohhh, I want to fuck you." She said as though something was keeping her from doing so.
"So get to it." I said with disdain as though I should have in include a "fucking" somewhere in the middle of the sentence and called her a bitch at the end of it.
Her eyes, pinched slightly in defiance to my tone. Then she stood and moved over me. Her long narrow legs straddling my torso. Her delicately groomed sexpot held just inches from my face. My dick pointing straight up at it, like it smelled something it liked. Her hands braced onto my shoulders. The loose portions of her long hair fell down around me. I reached up to rearrange the oil down from her breasts, across her torso, hips. Up and down her legs; back of her knees, ass, inner thigh. My fingers teased toward and past her cunt again and again. Each time different than the last. Her heavy breath rolled past my ear. Her hips swiveled in anticipation, hoping that this pass would be the last time my hands circled around her sweet spot and finally dove in. She was enjoying my hands for the time being and just stood there, her deepest cavity hanging in the air above my awaiting dick, preparing to slide herself down onto me like a glove. And fuck.
I had other plans to execute first.
I slid down slightly, leaned in and forward. The transition was awkward at first like sex so often is. In my position underneath her I had limited ability to move. I contorted to get my mouth to her cunt. She was more than happy to have me there, preparing to eat at her loins. She shifted her hips and lifted one leg to help. When my mouth finally met the folds of her lips, I found them swollen with anticipation, wet with a combination of her and the baby oil. We melted into each other once we were into working position. My tongue dug in. I proceeded to eat her out with a view looking straight up her long stomach and modest breasts as she stood above me. Her mouth pursed and blew out a long breath like whistling, but without the whistle. Her hands pulled up to her own breasts, kneaded and squeezed at them like they were being punished for being naughty. They were quite naughty. She was quite naughty. Her pelvis swiveled against me. My tongue, lips and mouth mixed with the folds of her pussy. This wasn't a "dip your tongue, flick the alphabet" type of tasting, but rather a pie eating contest. My whole face was participating. And all of her crotch was receiving it. It was the kind of cunnilingus where it all blends together in a whirling dervish. My arms wrapped around and hooked her upper thighs and held her firmly against my mouth so she couldn't get away. She wouldn't dare try. She was enthralled...mesmerized. Her hands never let up on her own breasts, squeezing, pinching. Her torso never stopped writhing along its length. My eyes looked up the length of all it, watching her chest heaving larger and larger with each passing second, her stomach sucking deep into her trying to hold back her pleasure. She started muttering something that I wouldn't make out till later, partly because of my fixed position with a leg to each side of my face, but mostly because I frankly didn't care. She began to drive her pussy down into me. She was all but fucking my face. I graciously accepted.
