A Good Time With Stacy Ch 02

Author's note: Readers commented that they'd like another chapter about Stacy and me, so here it is. Please let me know if you'd like to read more of this story. I thought that I could introduce some toys or men?

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I thought about what had happened with Stacy and I decided that: what we did wasn't illegal (I don't think); as long as 'what happens under the blanket stays under the blanket' then we should be safe from prying eyes and judgement; I felt wonderful under Stacy's... let's say... manipulations so why not just enjoy those feelings and Stacy is a really nice person and I'd really like us to be friends, she's the first person that I've met in this tiny, little city and I'd like to continue building that friendship. I decided that I would visit Stacy again for 'Friday night Footy'.

On Wednesday evening I knocked on Stacy's door and we organised that I'd bring dinner in payment for Stacy epilating my legs, et cetera.

Friday arrived and I arrived at Stacy's, lasagne in hand, wearing: light makeup (in case Stacy wanted us to wear masks), a summer dress (for easy access), sandals and my best bra and undies set.

Stacy greeted me wearing a white blouse, skirt, sandals, stockings and a massive smile.

We put the lasagne in the oven to keep warm. Stacy then offered me to share a joint, which I eagerly accepted, and some paracetamol. "Why the paracetamol?" I asked.

"You... um... might think that the epilator hurts," answered Stacy.

I started to worry. "Does it hurt?" I asked.

"A little bit... at first," answered Stacy "but you're really brave so you should be alright."

"What makes you think that I'm brave?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me?" said Stacy. "You've made it in a man's world. That takes a lot of courage."

"I don't think that I've yet 'made it'," I said, making rabbits ears in the air. "I still need to study to be a registered surveyor and then the hard work starts: getting a job and clients."

Stacy held my arm and said "You'll pass and then they'll see how good you are."

Stacy's hand on my arm felt nice. Somehow I gave me courage to face my future to become a registered surveyor but also to endure whatever it takes to be epilated. I took a big breath and said "Okay, let's do this."

"First, let's eat," suggested Stacy.

I was eager to postpone the torture of epilating my legs so I agreed. We both had the munchies so we drank glasses of wine as we eagerly ate the lasagne. After dinner, Stacy rinsed the plates and then asked "Are you ready to be dilapidated?"

"No," I answered. "But let's do it anyway." Stacey laughed.

Stacy laid the blanket, that we'd previously used to hide our indiscretion the Friday before, onto the lounge. She placed the epilator and some lotion on the coffee table. She looked at me and said "Could you please lay down?"

"Yes," I answered and laid down on the lounge.

Stacy touched the hem of my dress and asked "May I?" as she slightly lifted the hem.

"Sure," I said and she lifted the skirt of my dress off my legs and placed it on my chest.

Stacy looked at my black, lacy undies for a moment and I asked "Disappointed?"

Stacy snapped out of her contemplation and answered "No. Nice undies, if I may say so."

"A bit sexier than my cottontails," I said, with a smile and Stacy giggled.

Stacy covered my left leg with the remainder of the blanket, turned on the epilator, which seemed to me to make excessive noise, and said "This might sting."

I noticed a pinching on my foot. "Ow," I said and my leg flinched.

Stacy smiled and placed her hand on my thigh and it felt a bit sensual. I didn't notice the plucking of my legs as the noisy epilator progressed up my leg. She finished at my panty-line and covered that leg with the blanket as she worked on the other leg.

The blanket on my newly depilated leg felt sensual and tingly. It felt so much better than shaving. It was more sensitive and sexually exciting.

Stacy epilated my other leg up to my panty line. She then asked "Shall I do your bikini line?"

I contemplated her question: I wanted my crotch to be completely hairless, it had been a while since it been so and I was looking forward to being hairless again; I also wanted to expose myself to Stacy, I thought that would be a good way to entice her to have sex with me again. "Okay, just a minute."

I stood up, removed my dress, placed it over the back of a dining chair, stepped out of my undies and laid back on the lounge, under the blanket, wearing just my bra.

Stacy's body seemed to tremble and then she lifted the blanket to expose my groin. She lifted my legs and said "Hold your knees."

I did as instructed and I felt sexy exposing myself to her.

Stacy epilated my perineum, labia and my entire pubic mound; I'm sure that she would have seen my moist labia. She said "Roll over please."

I rolled over and Stacy epilated the back of my legs, then from my perineum and on the inside of both my bum cheeks. I was a bit surprised: I didn't think that I had a hairy arse but the plucking, here and there, indicated that there were a few stray hairs.

"All done," said Stacy, as she turned off the epilator and brushed away a few hairs. "Would you like me to moisturise your legs?"

"Yes please," I answered. This was my chance to feel Stacy's hands caressing my legs. I laid on my belly waiting for the soft, smooth touch of her fingers.

It wasn't long before I was gratified. She smoothed slippery liquid over my calves and then kneaded in the moisturiser similar to the petrissage technique of a Swedish massage. I was amazed at how sensual my skin felt, it tingled to her touch and to the touch of the blanket.

"Does your skin always feel this tingly after epilating?" I asked.

Stacy giggled and answered "Yes, but it seems to wear off over the years."

I was pretty sure that I was going to continue being epilated in the future, it felt so sensual. I decided to invest in one for myself.

Stacy's kneading fingers slowly advanced up my legs until she was kneading my buttocks. They had not been epilated but her fingers spreading my cheeks felt nice. She must have had a good view of my anus, considering how wide she spread my buttocks to knead in the moisturiser. She asked "Do you think men like being pegged?"

"Yes," I answered "but I think that some men worry about their masculinity and therefore resist it."

I wanted Stacy to finger my bum but I didn't want to scare her off by asking her to do so.

"Turn over please," said Stacy. Her voice brought me out of a very aroused and relaxed condition.

I rolled over and Stacy addressed my modesty by covering my torso with the blanket. She kneaded my shins; my upper thighs; my outer thighs and then my inner thighs.

Stacy's fingers stopped kneading and started to caress my inner-thighs. My skin still tingled everywhere she had epilated. Her fingers slowly slid towards my crotch. Her fingertips touched my labia and my body trembled as I closed my eyes.

"Is this okay?" asked Stacy, with a very quiet voice, which I found very sexy.

I nodded with my eyes closed and felt Stacy slowly move her fingertips over my pubic mound. She still had moisturiser on her fingers and her fingertips felt so sensual as they slid over my sensitive skin.

I shuddered again as Stacy's thumb slowly, and ever so softly, passed over my pubic mound, right on top of my vaginal, pudendal cleft. My juices started to seep from my Bartholin's and Skene's glands. Her fingertips continued to spread the moisturiser over my outer labia.

I sighed and spread my legs. I heard Stacy giggle so I opened my eyes. She bit her bottom lip and asked "That's nice, is it?"

I gazed into Stacy's eyes, smiled and slowly nodded. Her smile seemed to morph into a lascivious smugness. Her fingers slid up either side of the cleft between my leg and labia. I sighed and then my body jerked when her fingers slid down between my labia, briefly, and softly, touching my clitoral hood and the rest of my vulva. Her fingertips slowed, then stopped on my perineum and very slowly slid over and then around my vaginal opening.

I sighed when two of Stacy's fingertips twirled around my vaginal opening, slowly pushing deeper and deeper into my vagina. Her left hand caressed my belly as her fingers, agonisingly slowly, slipped into my vagina.

Stacy's left hand moved closer and closer to my right breast. I shuddered as her fingertips pinched my nipple under my bra-cup. Her fingers then traced the band of my bra and slowly slipped underneath the band. She struggled to reach my bare breast so I grabbed my bra, took it off like a sports-bra -- I usually wore sports-bras to work, to avoid attracting attention, so I was used to taking them off, over my head, as soon as I got home -- and threw it towards the dining chair. Although I was completely naked the blanket still covered my torso.

Stacy's three fingers kept rubbing against my G-spot and her left hand now had uninhibited access to my breast and nipple. I came as the stimulation of my G-spot and her pinching of my nipple was too stimulating.

Three orgasms later I opened my eyes to see Stacy smiling and continuing to finger me. I pushed her hand away from my breast and held her wrist as I said "I've had enough. Isn't it your turn?"

Stacy removed her fingers and wiped them on the blanket. She frowned and then asked "Could we... um... take the blanket... into my bedroom?"

I smiled and answered "Definitely."

I held the blanket against my chest as we went to the bedroom. My entire back was exposed and I hoped that Stacy enjoyed the view as I walked in front of her.

I waited next to the bed and watched Stacy take off her sandals and skirt. I thought that she was wearing pantyhose but I was pleasantly surprised to see her lacy, black suspender-belt attached to her sheer stockings.

Stacy faced me so I threw the blanket onto the bed, exposing my completely naked body, and indicated for her to lay down. Stacy laid on her back and I crawled onto the bed, on my hands and knees, between her legs.

I slowly caressed with my fingers and kissed along Stacy's super-smooth, and stockinged, legs, getting closer and closer to her crotch. Her breathing intensified as my fingers slipped under the leg-band of her black, lacy briefs.

"Just a minute," said Stacy, as she lifted her legs to take off her underpants. I watched as she exposed her undercarriage to me and her undies rolled up. She then took them off and flung them away.

I'd never realised how beautiful a woman's crotch was. Stacy's buttocks and legs were perfectly curved and guided one's eyes towards her crotch. Her suspender straps framed her crotch (Surely suspender-belts and stockings were designed by men for sexual stimulation?) Her outer-labia joined to hide her vulva behind a single slit. There was no indication of her inner-labia so I surmised that they must be small. Her labia curved both longitudinally and towards each side like two halves of a bun.

I placed my hands on Stacy's thighs and held her with her knees together and her thighs pointing upwards. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to taste her. My lips were overwhelmingly drawn towards hers. I could smell her excitement as our lips drew closer and closer. I softly kissed her smooth, soft labia. It was much, much nicer than kissing a man: men were hard and tried to devour one's face. Whereas, our lips caressed each others. I was compelled to kiss her slowly. There was no rush. We kissed as if we were making love, not for sexual gratification. However, sex with Stacy was definitely my intention.

My kissing of Stacy's labia became more intense. I started to French kiss her, probing her labia with my tongue. I didn't probe deeply but her moisture combined with my saliva and she tasted delicious. I had to have more. I licked the full length of her labia smearing our combined juices over her vulva. My tongue penetrated between her labia. The tip of my tongue touched her vaginal opening and I was rewarded with mucus from her Bartholin's glands. It was creamy coloured with a creamy texture. It tasted a bit acidic but was still delicious and very slippery. I swirled the lubricant around the inside my mouth.

I felt Stacy holding her knees. I released her thighs and her legs slowly spread apart, opening herself to me. I watched her beautiful outer-labia separate exposing her inner-labia, which temporarily stuck together with her delicious lubricant. I watched her inner-labia slowly separate exposing her hooded clitoris, urethral opening and vaginal opening.

Again, I thought that the female form is so beautiful. Was I becoming a lesbian or was I just appreciating the human, female body? I'd never seen another woman's vulva and the view I had of my own was with a mirror to trim my hair before shaving. Maybe Stacy had an exceptionally beautiful vulva?

I saw how Stacy's inner-lips met to form her frenulum and then her clitoral hood, covering her glans. I was captivated by the beauty. I gently blew on Stacy's vulva and her body trembled. I smiled to myself and kept blowing. I watched milk-like fluid secrete from her Skene's glands on either side of her urethral opening. I watch her urethra pulse as I blew on it.

Stacy put her stockinged feet on my shoulder blades, spreading her legs wide for me. I used the flat of my tongue to slowly lick from her perineum, over her vaginal opening, urethra, clitoris and stopped at her silky smooth pubic mound. I slowly kissed her pubic mound to tease her but then slowly progressed back to her vaginal opening.

I felt compelled to penetrate Stacy's vagina but first I sat back on my haunches to admire the beauty of her crotch. Her anus pulsed a few times and I knew that sometime in the future that little treasure would be mine. Surprisingly, her anus was the same colour as her buttocks. I thought that anuses were usually darker.

I tried to push my tongue into Stacy's vagina and her body shuddered. She tasted so good and I wanted to please her but my tongue wasn't long enough. I licked up to her clitoris and lapped at her clitoral hood. I also gently pushed two, then three, fingers into her vagina, found her G-spot and gave it a hiding.

Stacy stifled a gasp as I attacked her G-spot, she'd done the same to me so why shouldn't I give her rapid, exquisite pleasure. Her clitoris was the challenge: if I was too direct then it could be too sensitive but if I didn't stimulate her enough then she might get frustrated. I decided to err on the side of over-stimulation.

I fingered Stacy's G-spot at the rate which she seemed to have previously enjoyed. I latched my mouth around her upper-vulva and lapped at her clitoral hood. She grunted and trembled so I kept doing that until I felt her relax. After less than a minute, she stopped trembling so I pushed up her clitoral hood with my upper lip and flicked her glans with the tip of my tongue.

Stacy said "Oh... gads..." and then covered her mouth with her hand. She didn't push me away so I kept rapidly fingering her G-spot and flicking her glans. She started to pant and then I heard a stifled groan as her lubricant released into my mouth. Her body shuddered for several seconds but I kept up my manipulations.

My left hand was free so I pushed it under Stacy's blouse and massaged her right breast. She shuddered again and I drank her meagre offering.

As Stacy was coming down from her second orgasm I pushed her bra off her breast and pinched her nipple. That, combined with my stimulation of her G-spot and clitoris seemed to push her into another, more violent, orgasm.

I ignored Stacy's protests and stimulated her as hard and as fast as I could. "OH... SHIT!" yelled Stacy and she squirted into my mouth. This was no dribble from her glans. This was a full on squirting and I drank all of it as my mouth was clamped onto her upper-vulva like a sucker-fish.

I couldn't ignore Stacy's protests after she stopped coming. She pushed at my head and I had to move it away from her crotch. She was very strong for a petite lady. She also grabbed my right wrist and I allowed her to push it away from her crotch. Her body relaxed and she allowed me to massage her breast for a few moments but then she gently pushed that away.

Stacy held her arms out to me between her legs and I slowly crawled between them. If I was a man, this is probably the position I would be in to fuck her, missionary style. I waited on my haunches for her to stop reaching for me. She opened her eyes and let her arms fall beside her.

I smiled. Her hair was disarrayed and she looked at me through drooping eyelids. She smiled and sighed but I wanted to tease her just a little bit more. I held up my right hand and slowly licked my fingers that had been inside her. Her eyes widened and she sighed. I kept licking and she laughed.

Stacy sat up, took off her blouse and bra in one motion and threw them somewhere. She then grabbed my wrist and pulled it towards her. I would have fallen over if she hadn't supported me by my wrist. She looked sultrily into my eyes, looked at my fingers and sucked them into my mouth.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise at her action. She then pulled me forwards onto her and she cuddled me. Her naked breasts pressing against mine felt so soft and sensual. Our nipples pressed into each other's soft flesh. I smiled, rolled off her onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Our relationship had rapidly changed: we were now having easygoing sex; we were comfortable with each other's nakedness and touching each other's body. I fell asleep happy with our relationship.

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The daylight, streaming in through the sheer curtains, woke me. I smiled at the mass of dishevelled hair around Stacy's head hiding her face. My mouth felt like the proverbial bottom of a cocky's cage. I tried to stealthily ease myself out of the bed to, at least, rinse my mouth. Stacy stirred, threw her mane away from her face and smiled at me.

I said "I need to wee."

"I'm next," said Stacy. We'd resorted to simple, but succinct communication.

I peed, drank some water from the tap, and contemplated the toothpaste next to Stacy's toothbrush. I pursed my lips, squeezed a bit of toothpaste onto my finger, rubbed it over my teeth and rinsed my mouth with water. The 'cocky's cage' smelt cleaner.

Stacy ran past me when I entered the bedroom. I heard the toilet flush, water running, toothbrush being used and then she returned to the bedroom with a bowl, wet face washers and a hand-towel. I reclined to see what were her intentions.

Stacy climbed onto the bed, spread my legs and wiped my crotch with a soapy face washer. I asked "Do I smell that bad?"

Stacy laughed and answered "No. I just want you to be comfortable with what I'm about to do."

I was intrigued as to how a clean crotch would make me comfortable. Stacy wiped off the soapy water and dried my crotch with the hand-towel. She then took the bowel and contents away.

Stacy seductively smiled at me as she slowly crawled up the bed between my legs. She lowered her head towards my crotch and I now knew that she intended to perform cunnilingus on me. I laid back on the bed and basked in the sensation of her tongue and mouth.

Stacy took her time to explore my crotch with her mouth. At first she kissed around my vulva without touching anywhere between my outer-labia. Her lips and tongue were so soft and my recently epilated skin tingled to her touch. I felt my juices flowing between my labia and over my perineum. She avoided penetrating between my outer lips and I wondered if she had second thoughts about going down on me, but then the tip of her tongue slowly and almost imperceptibly slid between my labia.

I was sure that Stacy had tasted my juices and hoped that she wouldn't be discouraged with the taste. Her mouth paused on my pelvic mound as she kissed and licked all around it. I tilted my pelvis forwards, trying to get her to move her mouth to my vulva but instead she giggled on my skin.