At mid-afternoon, Ned waited in the front hall for his mystery transport assignment. He scanned the graduation award plaques decorating the walls, venerating the many exceptional women who had succeeded in being the best in their class each year. There was 'Best Total Woman", "Best Fellatrice" and other celebrated categories. He heard clicking heels coming down the long hallway. Mrs. Jones strode towards him, followed by an angel. The angel had mid-back length brown hair, gull wing eyebrows and almond shaped brown eyes. Her full puffy lips were glossed bright red. The fashion magazines called that type 'bee-stung' lips. The rest of her makeup was subtle. She silently announced her presence with a faint flowery perfume. An overnight bag containing the clothes for her scheduled appointment was waiting at the door.
Ned knew the angel as Brooke. He had delivered her to this junior facility after her sophomore year. That overnight trip was unforgettable and his pulse beat a little stronger at the remembrances. She had been curious about his desires and eager to please. She had bloomed considerably since then. Now Brooke was near the end of her junior year during which she had absorbed oral skills. Ned would spend the next two days getting reacquainted with Brooke. It would be his opportunity to upgrade her 'bee-stung' lips into more aptly titled 'cum-stung' lips.
Mrs. Jones gave Brooke some last minute instructions. A few special dresses were packed in the luggage. She should try them on and model them for Ned to get his professional opinion of their appropriateness for her glamourous outing. Her pledge contributor host had been equivocal about the nature of the fund raiser but said Brooke should be prepared to adjust her wardrobe to suit the progressively changing phases of the fund raiser event.
Ned checked them into the luxury hotel that would be their base of operations for the next few days. Ned had been too busy these past few days to exercise and wanted a quick work-out in the hotel gym to ease his tense muscles. He directed Brooke change her clothes and join him. After donning his standard gym shorts and teeshirt, Ned watched Brooke squeeze into stretchy tap pants and then drape her braless torso with a very loose tank-top. She always wore heels but carried along a soft pair of running shoes. Ned held Brooke's hand as they strolled to the gym room, his peripheral vision loving the bounce her stride gave to her unfettered boobs. Gentleman guests they passed in the hallways also seemed to like it.
At the hotel gym, Brooke changed into her running shoes. She was stealthy, facing the treadmill Ned was on, and leaning forward in Ned's plain view to remove her heels and don the sneakers. Her loose shirt hung open and Ned could see all the way down between her dangling boobs to her shorts elastic waist band. She stood and selected a stepper facing Ned's treadmill. Brooke had exercised a full routine this morning unknowingly under Ned's daydreaming gaze. For her, this time was not about the rigors of the exercise but her display while doing it. She set a slow pace and her body's bobbing during the routine set her unfettered breasts shaking beneath her billowy tee shirt. Ned could hardly walk on the treadmill as his swollen organ strained his jockstrap. He made her stop and pick another machine. The exer-cycle proved she was equally bouncy when she bent forward holding the handle bars. Ned was again mesmerized as he stared down the tee's drooping collar. He watched the non-stop display of dancing cleavage, intermingled with the occasional nipple flash. Another hotel guest entered and perceiving the situation. He shrewdly picked the machine beside Ned's so he could enjoy the show as well. Ned decided a half hour was enough exercise for this evening. He shielded Brooke from the other exerciser's view as she changed into her heels.
Ned pulled Brooke back to their room. She doffed her gym outfit. Ned's cock twitched at the sight and he felt his temperature rise like it had when he first saw her in the Academy hallway lobby. Brooke's exercises were working. Her stomach was flat and firm, a feminine version of a six-pack. Her hips were perceptibly narrower than they were last year. The butt muscles were tighter and higher. Her breasts had filled out more and the increased contrast with her narrowed waist and hips gave her an even more pronounced hourglass shape. Ned stepped out of his clothes and stood with his back to the bed directly in front of Brooke.
Feeling a bit frisky, Brooke stepped forward, pressed her palms to Ned's chest and pushed. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Brooke knelt between his thighs and looked up through her exercise tasseled hair. Her tongue moistened the 'bee-stung' lips. She cocked one gull wing eyebrow.
"Want to find out how much I learned in junior year?"
Ned nodded, too choked for words. Brooke protruded her tongue tip and touched it to Ned's cock which was already standing at attention. She licked Ned's cock repeatedly from balls to tip and back again. She kissed the tip and then moved her lips over the crown. She paused and sucked it in deep. She slowly backed off and her tongue fluttered on the tip. Her stiffened tongue tried to pierce the end slit. Her hands palmed his scrotum, smoothed along his inner thighs and pressed the skin behind his balls.
Brooke used every oral activity she had been taught, then recycled and repeated them over and over again. But she never settled into one rhythm long enough to lift Ned's ardor to the release he desired. Ned would feel the heat rising then lose it when Brooke shifted to another focus. The effect was more irritating than stimulating. This was not acceptable. He finally had had enough of the chaotic silliness. He needed to feed her his cock and show her the right way to suck it.
Ned grabbed handfuls of her hair and gripped them like handles. He slowed her movements to a moderate pace of long deep strokes. He held her still at half-mast so she would pay attention to his instructions.
"Suck real hard... harder, please... I said HARDER!"
Brooke's cheeks hollowed as she complied.
"Okay, now slooowwwly... up... down... hold the suction while you do that... again... 'atta girl... keep that up for a while..."
Brooke worked as he directed.
"Now swallow me... deeper, please... press your nose against me... okay, that's nice!"
Brooke held her breath as his knob blocked her breath. Ned didn't care to test her lungs. He pushed her hand-hair gripped head away enough to back his knob from her tonsils.
With his shaft half embedded, he instructed her to paint the area beneath his crown with the rolled back underside of her tongue. Brooke complied readily and Ned began to feel the improved effects of her revised oral attentions. Ned felt his toe start to tingle. He cramped his toes hard to control the buildup.
"Okay, girl, deep again and this time, hum... yeah, that's it... oohhh, yeah, that's a good vibration..."
Brooke pressed her nose hard against his tummy. Her humming capped it and Ned let loose. He felt his spunk rocket up and out into Brooke's mouth. He let her lift half back but not release him, letting the goo pool on her tongue. He released his tight grip on her hair and fell back on the bed. Brooke feared he would fall out of her mouth. She sucked hard and hugged his ass cheeks to keep her pinioned face pressed against his groin. Her breasts pressed to his thighs. Ned glided down from his high. As he eased into a more stable heartbeat, he petted and lightly fluffed her hair. He told Brooke to swallow and join him on the bed to pamper him through his afterglow.
Brooke crawled up beside him, head crooked on his bicep. Her index finger lazily drew circles on his chest as he regained his breath. Lazing in bed, Brooke asked Ned why he had taken control. Ned explained the advantages of performing one or two types of stimulations throughout a single love session and using a few others during the next one.
