This story is a continuation of Sultry Music. For best results, please read that part first. As you will notice in the first part, this story is told from the man's perspective (not my usual).
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We clung to one another tightly for many minutes, her pulsing slowing down and my member softening. I would never be able to sit on that tall stool at my breakfast counter again without remembering this moment. We were soaking wet from passion, our love's fluids, and from sweat. I stood before her, holding her, calming her quivering and my own. She moaned softly, her head against my chest and her arms around my middle.
"Oh, John, that was amazing."
"Yes, yes it was, Cat. You are really fantastic."
"So are you," she whispered. She pulled away and leaned back against the counter, her head tilted back. "Oh, that was fantastic. It still IS fantastic! I'm still having aftershocks!" She quivered all around me again, her legs unfolding from around my waist.
I must admit I chuckled at that, feeling good about myself, about us, well . . . just plain feeling good! I reached out my hand to stroke her face with the backs of my fingers. Her skin was so soft, smooth, and slightly damp with perspiration.
"I hope this was just the first set, Cat. I'd like to play this gig for a while longer." I smiled down at her as her eyes slowly opened to look at me.
"MMMMmmmm. I like the sound of that, John." She sat up, then, and I finally slid out of her warm, snug canal. My hand left her cheek to travel down her neck. She fairly purred as I found her breast. I turned my hand over to rub my palm over her nipple and was rewarded by an instant hardening. I pressed a little harder, squoze my fingers into her softness and she moaned deep in her throat. Her head went back again, eyes closed as she leaned back, her arms supporting her on the counter. My other hand found her other breast and mirrored the first. I was pleased by how quickly her nipples responded to my touch. My hands looked so dark against her pale flesh.
The soft light from that one small lamp in the corner gave me some delicious shadows for my erotic dance. I loved the dips my fingers made in her pliant tissue. She was truly a feast for all my senses. Her warm, soft skin fed my fingertip. Her soft vocalisations of pleasure fed my eager ears. Her pale smoothness contrasted strongly with my dark, roughened fingers and was a delicious treat for my eyes. The strong smell of satisfied desire billowed out from between us. I needed to know what her flesh tasted like.
I rotated my wrists slowly to cup my fingers under her large boobs. I lifted them gently, enjoying the weight and density of her. I leaned forward and lifted one breast up to meet my tongue. I ran my tongue over the top of her mound, loving the size. She sighed, deeply relaxed. As I flicked my tongue over her hard nipple she grunted, gripping the counter behind her now, and not so relaxed anymore. I smiled and flicked my tongue again.
"Oh, that is good, John," she encouraged me.
"Cat," I said softly while flicking my tongue over her other nipple. "Let's go to bed. We'll be more comfortable there."
She looked up at me with smokey eyes that said yes. I stopped licking her breasts and took her hand, helping her jump off the barstool. I led her upstairs to my room, and turned on the lights.
"Wait," Cat said. "I need to use the bathroom." She smiled sheepishly at me. I pointed out the open door and she went in, not bothering to shut it. I laughed and shook my head as I slowly gathered up the few clothes that were tossed on the end of my bed from earlier in the day. Silently thanking my mother for her silly gifts, I lit the candles that were on my dresser and turned out the lights. I smoothed out the sheets, folding the covers more neatly at the foot of the bed, and fluffed the pillows a bit. I was still fluffing when I heard her flush, and then her voice behind me.
"Oh, what a nice view, you bent over like that in the flickering light. You know, you have such a nice ass. I've admired it for a long time."
I bent over further, leaning onto the bed. "Is this what you wanted to see, Cat?"
"Mmm, yes," she said, walking up behind me and cupping one cheek in her small hand. "I've wanted to do this for months. Didn't you notice me trying to flirt with you?"
"I just thought it was excellent customer service or something," I said, straightening up and turning around. "You were always so professional and helpful, I didn't want to risk offending you by making a pass." I sat on the bed, pulling her to stand between my legs. She was so short, she was only a head taller than me while I was sitting. It was the perfect angle for me to enjoy her breasts some more. I licked under one breast, nudging it's fullness out of the way with my cheek. "You taste so good, Cat. Your skin is delicious."
She smiled down at me, riffling her fingers through my hair. I licked up between her globes, my fingers pressing into her shoulder blades. She smelled so strongly of our lovemaking I was already becoming erect again. I shifted a little to move my hardening cock between her legs. She smiled again, moving her legs seductively against my growing hardness.
"I love the feel of your skin," she said as she smoothed her fingers down over my neck, my shoulders, my back. "I love how you have little hairs everywhere." She lightened her touch to feathers, teasing my hairs and bringing up gooseflesh all over my body.
