Picture of Angela
I came across a picture of Angela just the other day and that one night came flooding back to me like it was yesterday. It was a booty call, although that term wasn't part of the common vernacular back then. You see, it was back a few years ago, when I worked in a crafting house where quite a few of us free spirited individuals worked side by side just making things with our hands hoping to sell them somewhere, anywhere. Angela was a potter, she had very deft fingers. She was also a concert flutist so she also had very deft lips and an active tongue.
I was a wood turner, I also had very talented fingers and forearms. We would often watch each other work when we had a chance. I thought it was soothing to watch her fingers nimbly manipulate the clay into the various shapes as it glistened under her thumbs and fingers. I guess it just turned me on a little, ok, more than a little. She would watch me when I turned spindles. She liked the sounds and the look of the wood being cleaved from the piece I worked on and loved to watch the sinuous shapes I'd create. Needless to say, we each admired each other's work.
A little about Angela's look. She was 25 I think, three years younger than me. She had a very boyish figure with not a lot of curves. She was thin but very wiry and a little athletic. She had probably natural blond hair that she wore in a short bob with a little bit of a flip across her forehead, kind of like a bangs almost. Her creamy white skin looked like she would need to hide from the sun on the beach but her cheeks were very rosy and she mostly wore no makeup. In a word, she was a very wholesome looking girl. She was not particularly well endowed in the breast area but she always seemed be very confident of her figure. She would often lean up against me as she watched me work and I could feel her small firm breasts against my arm as she breathed close to my neck. I'm not sure she felt what I was feeling.
One day I was laying sideways on a bench with my head resting on my hand just watching her work. We were talking back and forth a bit while I laid there being lazy. I noticed she kept glancing at my reclining body quite a bit that day while I watched her. I didn't give it too much thought at the time.
Angela had a fairly long time boyfriend who had lived with her for at least two years. I'd met him several times just in passing. This day I noticed her and another woman who we worked with talking and whispering about something in private. I didn't give that too much thought either other than the fact that I had the hots for Sophia. We made out once but I hadn't gotten past that yet.
So later that evening I was home when the phone rang and it was Angela which was a little unusual since our association had been pretty much just work. After the usual hellos and how 'ya doin's she said, "I don't know if you know that me and John had split up."
I said, "No, I didn't know that, what happened?"
Angela replied, "He cheated on me so I threw his sorry ass out. This happened 2 months ago so I'm pretty much done with that. The reason why I'm calling is I was talking to Sophia and she told me that you and her had made out a little."
I was a little taken aback by that but I said, "Guilty as charged. We only went as far as that though."
She snickered, "Well, I'm just a little jealous." She probably had a twinkle in her eye. "Well, would you be interested in getting together for sex. Please don't laugh at me because I'm already nervous enough about asking this."
Quickly recovering from such an overt offer, I shot back, "I'm not laughing Angela. That's the nicest offer I have ever gotten from anyone. When did you have in mind for such a rendezvous?"
She said, "How about right now? I can be at your house in 10 minutes. It's only 8:00 so we have the evening. If you have something else planned..."
I interrupted her, saying, "I'll be in the kitchen waiting for you right at the back door, it's open."
And we hung up. I ran around throwing dirty clothes off my bed hiding them in the closet. Fortunately, I had taken a shower when I got home so I was as fresh as I ever get. I checked my six foot tall, 190 lb. frame in the mirror and thought I looked decent enough.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, she was at the back door. I let her in and with my hand at her back led her to a stool at the kitchen counter. She looked at me nervously and said, "You must think I'm really foolish for coming on like this."
I stood right next to her and brought my hand to her cheek and stroked it, looked in her eyes, bent forward and kissed her forehead and said, "Nonsense, your just lonely and so am I. I'm flattered you asked." Then I kissed her cheek and kissed her on the lips.
She was wearing sweatpants, a tee shirt that showed her small 32B breasts and her nipples were making quite a nice impression with me. She probably was not wearing a bra. You couldn't accuse her of dressing to tempt but it was working for me.
I said, "How about a shot or two of courage? Bourbon? Tequila?'
"Bourbon," she said. "Great idea."
I poured us each a Jack in two shot glasses and we clinked and downed them smiling at each other. I poured us a second one and we toasted to good times as we threw them back. She got up from her stool and leaned up against the counter taking my hand and pulling me to her. She said, "David, I've only had one boyfriend, I'm not a confident woman in bed. I have a suspicion that you can teach me some things. And I am eager to learn. Teach me to be a sexy, sensual woman."
I said, "Angela, maybe you just don't realize you already are. Let's find that woman together."
And she smiled as she put her arms around my waist pulling me close and she kissed my neck. Her nipples were drilling holes into my chest and I put my hand to the back of her neck and gently grabbed a handful of her hair as she bent her head backward and I kissed her on the lips.
It was a tentative kiss, almost like she wasn't sure she was doing it right. However, when I plunged my tongue between her lips, she met mine willingly with hers and moaned softly. I said, "Let's retire to the bedroom. I believe we have some exploring to do and I think you'll like where we'll go."
I took her by the hand and led her up the stairs to the bedroom. I led her to stand next to the bed and I took off my tee shirt. She watched as I unbuckled my belt and dropped my jeans to the floor. Then I slipped off my shoes. I wasn't wearing any socks having just got out of the shower. I lowered my boxers and then I was naked before her, her eyes looking down at my crotch and rising up to my chest. She looked very nervous and pulled the string on her sweatpants and wriggled out of them and slipped off her own shoes.
She was standing there in front of me in tiny black panties and her tight tee shirt and I reached for her hand pulling her to me and we hugged tightly and she whimpered as I kissed the side of her cheek and caressed her back up and down with my hands, my fingertips massaging her gently. Then I kissed her neck all around under her chin and then up to her ear and I whispered into her ear, "Angela, please relax, because you're a beautiful sexy woman and we're going to please each other in the best possible ways."
I took her face in my hands and said, "Don't be nervous. Relax your lips completely and let me kiss you." And she did, not as tentatively as when I first kissed her. I said, "Just let me do all the work. Let me massage your lips with mine like this." I did just that allowing my lips to move against hers very sensuously and even licking her lips all around and then taking my lips and opening and closing them on hers. She seemed to melt into me when I did this and put her hands around my waist and pulled me as close as she could pushing my hardening cock against her tummy over her panties.
I reached around her with my arms as I continued to massage her lips with my own. I ran my hands under her tee shirt up her back to her shoulder blades and let my fingernails trail back down to her ass cheeks covered by those tiny black panties. She took her hands from my waist and made a move to take her tee shirt off when I stopped her and said, "Not yet Angela, I have other plans." She looked at me with wide eyes and returned her hands to my waist and pulled me closer again as I kissed her neck.