The first words out of Uncle John's mouth were not how did it go? But, "Did he bother you in any way?"
"Um, no," Amy replied. "In fact, I don't recall seeing him."
She quickly went on to relate her experiences for the day and her conversation with Anna Esefan.
Needless to say, John was impressed and more than a little proud of her accomplishments.
"Have you called home and told your Mom and Dad?"
Embarrassed, Amy shook her head, no.
"Better get to it. Yes, better do it right now, baby cakes."
Amy placed the call and was soon lost in a dream-like conversation with her family and friends. They could not believe her sudden success. When Amy elaborated on the role she had landed they were incredulous.
When she finished she made a second call, this time to Darren, her former boyfriend at his dorm on campus.
Darren was pleased to hear from her and even more pleased to learn what a hit she had been in getting a foot into show business. Of course, Darren had no idea of what was involved in landing a role in a Broadway production, he being used to the instant successes of rock stars and some actors and actresses. He did tell Amy he'd be visiting New York in a month or so and would call her when he had the exact dates.
Amy gave him John's number and hung up thinking about their last night together and how she had blown him in the back seat of his car.
Nothing like that creepy Maury,
she thought, and then turned her attention to her lover, John.
Coquettishly, she asked, "So, what have you planned for me?"
John smiled, for he had a lot planned, but he said, "One thing I have not planned is an orgasm for you."
"What!" She yelped out as her whole body flinched. "Would you be so cruel to a damsel in distress?"
"Cruel? Not on your life. And what distress are you in?"
She gave him her most provocative smile. "For one thing, I've had a trying day and am in need of a gut-wrenching orgasm. I was thinking you were just the one to provide it. Am I wrong?"
John could smell her arousal.
He sat down beside her on the sofa. Amy gave him another come hither look and John took her ankle in his hand and brought her foot to his lips. Starting with her little toe, he began kissing, tonguing and sucking his way up her ankle; her calves; stopping only to nibble at the very sensitive area behind her knee.
Amy began to moan then; loudly and then louder still when he moved directly to her other knee, or more aptly behind it. She was twitching and screaming for more although she was actually quite content with what he was doing to her at the moment.
He nibbled along her inner thighs, alternating, first the right and then the left, until the scent of her pussy compelled him to her oozing slit.
He gave her cunt a long, lascivious lick from bottom to top, except that he adroitly avoided any contact with Amy's clit.
She started to beg for him to fuck her. "Come on, John, do it! C'mon, c'mon I need you in me!"
But, John had other plans and returned to her thigh and began to work his way back down toward her toes.
"No! No!" Amy bleated in dismay.
John looked up at her and saw the sweat beading up between her breasts; saw the love juice flowing freely between her thighs and then nibbled the spot in back of her knee again, causing her to moan with pleasure and frustration.
He sat up and for a moment admired once again the fine, supple features of her body. Amy hugged her arms tightly to herself, feeling her nipples harden conspicuously. She watched him covertly and in her aroused state she summoned back visions of their previous times together. She decided she had to have his cock.
John leaned over and kissed her deeply. She retaliated by sucking on his tongue as it searched her warm, hungry mouth. As the kiss went on, he reached between the cushions and pried a feather from its concealed hiding place. Then ever so lightly, he began to trace the feather over her skin.
He started with her wrist, moving quickly to the exposed underside of her arm to the junction of her armpit ¾ under her breast and down to her waist.
Startled by this surprise, Amy retaliated by scissoring her legs around him in a futile attempt to pull him into her. Thinking she was succeeding in enticing him into fucking her, she began to giggle.
But he fooled her. Finding her 'tickle' zone with the feather, John kept at it causing Amy's giggling to turn to laughter and then tears as the feather glided relentlessly over her ribcage. Trying to get away from the feather, she released her scissor-lock on him and was gratified to find that he then abandoned her ticklish spot.
But he wasn't finished using the feather, not by any means. He concentrated on her left breast, drawing the feather slowly along the underside and then up between the cleft of her twin mounds. Amy moaned, for it was excruciatingly pleasurable.
John almost succumbed to the pleasing, pungent scent rising up to his nostrils and the incredible warmth radiating from her loins. He decided to make a slight deviation in his plan, and bending down, took her right nipple between his lips. He was pleased to see the nipple slowly stiffen, while her areola began to contract.
Amy, breathing deeply turned her head away. Her hands roamed over his bare chest as he ran his mouth and tongue over the line of her throat, before arriving at her lips; and the feather dropped unknowingly to the floor as her hot, sultry blood pounded in his ears.
John's rejuvenated mouth licked and sucked its way to Amy's perky breasts, lavishing special attention on her stiffened nipple. One hand cupped the gentle swell on the outside, while the other's finger tips and nails ran languidly up and down her chest.
He felt her fingers splay against his hair, "Harder," she gasped, breathing even harder.
John's hands squeezed, and he was rewarded by an uneven, rasping sigh; and took her nipple between his lips and took a long, deep pull.
"OH!" Amy cried out, tightening her grip on his hair.
He tugged at the nipple, then released his suction and then did it again. Inwardly he smiled as he listened to Amy's murmur of approval. Then he commenced flicking his tongue repeatedly against the highly sensitized bud. And as she was moaning with pleasure once more, he moved slowly away from the engorged nipple, leaving a moist trail of saliva as he moved to the succulent underside of her breast.
He cupped her breast with his free hand and felt his rapidly cooling saliva on her warm skin. Gently, he massaged each breast in turn, becoming more forceful as her murmurs went deeper, became louder.
John reached down and retrieved the errant feather. Then drew it languidly, deliberately over her nipple; and Amy arched her back in an upward thrust. He moved the feather to her other nipple and she whimpered with restrained pleasure.
It seemed an eternity to Amy, but it was merely five minutes, that he teased her nipples and breasts in this fashion until her nipple and areola were engorged and dark with blood rushing to her tormented tits and Amy was panting with desire.
"Ohhh, suck them some more baby," she pleaded, "Suck me again, please!"
But John was no novice lover. He ignored her pleading and changed course, knowing that only be doing so would he bring Amy to the highest of sexual heights. And so John utilized the feather in other, less sensitive places --- her back, her shoulders, her arms and wrists and the palms of her hands, measuring at each stop this delightful young woman's reactions.
