It was a beautiful springtime Saturday afternoon. You know the kind...when there's a soft, cool breeze blowing just enough to move the chimes and you open the windows to flush out the stale air that has been trapped inside all winter. You can smell spring in the air and the sun is just warm enough so that you know the season is finally turning for good.
My girlfriend, Alicia, and I had gotten up early to make the most of it, she to the gym and I out to meet some of my cycling friends for a training ride. I was famished when I returned home from my ride, so I mixed another carb drink, tossed down an energy bar and took a quick shower before heading back down to Alicia's apartment just down the hill. Our plan was to take advantage of the gorgeous day and walk downtown to get some lunch.
It wasn't expected to get much warmer than sixty degrees, but spring was in the air, so I threw on some gray boxer briefs, a pair of weathered blue canvas shorts, a long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of running shoes. I grabbed my sunglasses and walked down to Alicia's apartment to see if she was ready to go.
The sun hit me as I walked out of my apartment, warming my fit 6'4" frame and dark brown hair. I felt invigorated and alive as I walked down the hill. My thighs ached a bit from my ride and still felt a bit bulky from the lactic acid buildup, but that was a good thing.
I arrived at Alicia's apartment and knocked, but no answer, so I tried the door. It was un-locked. I let myself in and heard the shower running. I quietly closed the door behind me, locked it and walked toward the bathroom. The door was open, so I stepped into the open doorway and leaned up against the doorframe with my arms crossed, taking in the view through the opaque shower curtain.
Alicia was enjoying the sunshine as much as I was, luxuriating in the warm water and steam that dissipated near where I was standing in the doorway, her dark silhouette was backlit by the sun pouring through the frosted glass window in the shower. What a gorgeous sight, watching my sexy, milk chocolate skinned girlfriend bathe herself in the warm sunlight, water splashing against her petite 5'2" frame and running down it in rivulets as she ran her hands up and down her body and over her small breasts and obviously aroused nipples, hesitating over them momentarily until she moved her hands downward again over her tummy…hips…then around to her ass, rinsing the soapy film from her body.
I stepped forward and grabbed the towel off the rack next to the shower just as Alicia pulled back the curtain, wiping the water from her still-closed eyes. She looked so sexy-cute I couldn't keep myself from grinning a little devilish grin. I took a quick mental snapshot scanning her from head to toe. She had pulled her curly shoulder-length hair back into a bushy ponytail. Water droplets formed on her full lips as she pushed the water back off her face. As expected, her disproportionately large dark nipples perched on her petite puckered areolas were erect, jutting out half an inch from her 32a breasts. I scanned down the rest of her body to her narrow waist over her full hips and her thick muscular legs to her full, dark bush where her legs came together at her body.
Snapping out of my trance, I held out the towel for her and asked, "nice shower baby?"
She quickly pulled her hands away from her eyes, obviously startled, "geez...where did you...how long have you been here?! You scared the heck of me!"
"Sorry baby...just long enough to enjoy watching you rinse off..."
"Oh...that's all," she laughed knowingly, looking down with a little grin on her face as I handed her the towel.
Alicia loves to play coy and innocent, but that's part of what makes her the sexiest woman I've ever encountered...that and her incredible body, her lack of inhibition, and well...her very vocal nature in the bedroom.
I stood there watching her as she dried off. "How was the gym?"
"Great, except I like it when you go with me. Too many guys always ogglin' me when you're not around."
"They do that when I’m around too…you just don’t notice. And c'mon baby," chiding her, "tell me you don't absolutely LOVE all that attention."
"I like it when YOU check me out. All those muscle-head freaks give me the creeps!"
"So all of those guys staring at you...undressing you with their eyes...imagining what you look like...well...what you look like right now...does nothing for you," I stated knowing the truth was to the contrary.
Alicia draped the towel over the hook next to me, placed both her hands on my waist, pulled her self up on her tiptoes, and gave me a luscious closed-mouth kiss with her full lips. "Of course not honey," she said wide-eyed in the most innocent of voices, dripping with sexual overtones, "nothing at all."
Leaving me speechless, she turned, looking back at me over her shoulder, and walked across the hall to her bedroom, where she picked up a pearl-colored thong she had lain out on her bed, bent over slightly, her back toward me, and stepped into them, straightening slowly and pulling them up over her hips, the thin fabric disappearing between her perfect brown mounds, leaving only a small pearl-colored triangle at the top of her ass. She looked so incredibly sexy. She turned around toward me, a pair of cut-off jeans in hand, bent over slowly in my direction, stepped in one leg at a time, and slowly pulled her cut-offs up, shifting her hips as she did to work them up her thighs, her petite breasts and long nipples rippling with every move of her hips.
I had been in a trance since Alicia kissed me and walked across the hall, but that didn't mean my body didn't respond to every move that she made. I could feel that my face was overheated and my heart was racing with anticipation. Between Alicia's little show and my bike ride that morning, the endorphins were coursing through my body at top speed. My cock was hot, thick, and hard, and I could feel the precum practically flowing out the tip already.
Alicia was standing there bare-breasted, a t-shirt in each hand trying to decide which one to wear, as I walked across the hall to join her in her room.
She looked up at me, gave me the most oblivious and innocent look and asked, "So, where are we going for lunch honey?"
We both knew the game. She loved to play the innocent opposite my virile man who knew how to please, no matter her objections. And whatever it was, she liked it ‘done TO her.’ And this was no male fantasy…this was MY reality.
I walked up to her and without saying a word in response to her question, gently ran the pads of my index fingers along the undersides of her breasts, then turned my hands at the wrist and brushed over the tips of her nipples with my thumbs, working my thumbs back and forth slowly like little windshield wipers, catching a little more of her nipple with each pass, looking deep in her eyes all the while.
Alicia's eyes rolled back a little in her head as she bit the left side of her lip. "Ooooh...what are you doing Alex?" she scolded me as she regained her composure and stayed in her favorite character, "I thought we were going to lunch."
"Not right now baby, not right now," I said just before touching my own thick lips to hers as I continued to run my thumbs back and forth across her nipples, pushing them over until each slipped from under my thumb and popped back up. Our lips pressed firmly against each other, our tongues testing, my fingers gently tugging on her nipples now. I heard the two t-shirts fall to the floor as her hands reflexively let go.
I pulled away leaving her standing there with her shorts undone, staring up at me with her deep brown eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked as I undid my shorts, dropped them to my ankles and kicked them aside, revealing my precum-stained boxer briefs. I then peeled off my t-shirt and boxer briefs, my thick, eight-inch cock springing free of its confines.
Then I moved back in, wrapped my left arm around her body and pulled her to me. Enveloping her mouth with my lips, I covered her left breast with my right hand, rubbing the surface of my palm back and forth over her nipple while she whimpered in false protest.
I tweaked her nipple one last time, then slid my hand slowly off her breast, down along her ribs and then over her tummy, knowing her stomach was doing flips beneath my fingertips. I teased with my fingertips along the skin exposed by her open cut-offs, just above the front of her thong. Her whimpers of protest continued in her throat, but her open mouth and tongue colliding with mine suggested a different attitude altogether.
Our lips locked together, tongues alternating between teasing and battling, I slid my hand underneath the waistband of her thong, brushed my fingers over her thick bush and then down between her legs, my middle finger finding a wet opening near the back of her slit. I pushed in then slid forward, separating her lips with my wet finger. Sliding my finger back and forth between her already-engorged lips, I sank it deep inside her, my palm against her now-exposed clit and slowly rocked my hand back and forth, sliding my finger in and out of her pussy, my palm rubbing over her clit.
Alicia whimpered breathlessly as I buried my face in her neck, licking and kissing her carotid artery.
With that I slid my finger out of her pussy, pulled my hand out of her underwear, slid my finger, glistening with her juices, between my lips, and began to suck it clean, moaning quietly as I did so.
Regaining her composure, she shot me a me with a pouty, disapproving look. "You like how my pussy tastes you bad boy?"
I just looked at her and continued to suck her juices off my finger, "I love how your pussy tastes...now take off your shorts."
"What are you going to do to me," she asked innocently. "Are you going to fuck me with that big cock?"
"Take your shorts off and you'll find out."
Her hands on her hips, her lips pouty, she slid her thumbs inside her jeans and began to work them down over her hips and ass, wiggling as she slid them down then stepping out of them.
I guided her backward to sit on the edge of the bed then knelt at her feet, spread her legs and began to kiss the insides of her thighs. Sliding my hands up the outside of her thighs, I hooked my fingers in the barely-existent waist of her thong and began to peel it off her body. She lifted her hips off the bed without hesitation to make it easier for me then plopped back down on the edge of the bed.
As I slid her thong down her legs and all the way off, she pulled her feet up, dug her heels into the edge of the bed shoulder-width apart, slid her ass back just a bit, leaned on both elbows and began to strum her long nipples with her fingertips. Her perfect pussy was on display only inches from my face, her brown lips fully engorged, revealing a hint of her pink hole and her thick pink clit pushing open her brown hood. I simply stared, poised to dive in tongue first.
She slid her right hand down over her bush and spread her pussy open further with her index and middle fingers. "You want to eat my pussy don't you baby?" I just nodded and continued staring.
"Well, you have to do something for me first," she stated in a firm voice nothing like her earlier submissive tone.
I glanced up at her through her parted legs and drank in her provocative pose.
