This is a love story - Jenny loves Julie. Or to be absolutely accurate Jenny loves Julie's body.
Jenny lives in the city and can only see Julie at the weekend so she gets a bit frustrated and when, at last, she gets to Julie's flat things can get a bit passionate.
Julie loves this and gets excited just thinking about it. Often her knickers get a bit damp but that's fine because she knows this will make her even more attractive to Jenny.
She doesn't change them because they are her best ones and, anyway, she 's been wearing them for a couple of days.
This is exactly what Jenny requests, in fact, she'd be happier if Julie wore them all week. She's also asked Julie not have had a shower since Tuesday .
Julie's waiting in her flat on an extremely hot day and, although the windows are open, the living room is airless. Even though she's just in her bra and knickers she's sweating, and her face and back gleam. She's opened a bottle of icy Sancerre and is sipping from a large frosted glass that she then brushes against her face.
The coolness refreshes her and on an impulse she places the glass against her left tit. The sudden chill makes her nipple grow. She looks at it dreamily.
But then she hears Jenny's car pulling up and without any need of cold glass both nipples thrust against the black cotton. And she feels a sudden yearning sensation between her thighs.
Jenny's footsteps on the stair have Julie up and moving towards the door, the sudden movement causing her knickers to get trapped in her generous arse crack.
And this is what greets Jenny. Her lover - glistening with sweat, nipples aroused and arse exposed. The sight excites her but she keeps control. She kisses Julie on the lips and walks past her and into the bedroom because she knows there's plenty of time and plenty of Julie to enjoy.
When she walks into the bedroom she's wearing a T-shirt and jeans but minutes later when she comes back into the sitting room the jeans have come off and she's just in the T-shirt and a pair of grey silky 'boy short' knickers.
She sips from the offered glass of wine but, however nice the Sancerre is, this isn't the taste she's been desiring on the journey from the city.
She puts the glass down, reaches out, puts a hand behind Julie's neck and pulls her face towards hers. She kisses Julie's lips then her tongue forces its way in to Julie's mouth. She explores the wetness and the tastes, her tongue seeking out the corners and crevices.
As Jenny sucks on Julie's fleshy tongue her hands explore her lover's ample body. They go straight to the plump, damp arse cheeks cupping and squeezing them. One hand is playing with the edge of the black knickers and the other is gripping the bare skin. Now both hands gently pull the bum cheeks apart so the knickers slip into the crack. Then she gently pulls the knickers upwards until most of the damp material is trapped.
Her sucking action draws Julie's tongue out of her mouth but then in a moment Jenny has moved down. Her hands move up from the bum to the bra straps and she unfastens the clasp.
The bra lazily slips off Julies' big pendulous tits. It hangs for a second on a engorged fleshy brown nipple then falls to the floor. Julie has great tits with sexy white tanlines tracing the shape of her bikini bra. Jenny sucks on the nipples enjoying the faintest hint of Julie's sweat.
She is about to enjoy Julie like a fine meal and she likens this part to the savoury snacks that prepare the palate for the tastes to come.
Her tongue slips under the left tit and traces the fold where the tit meets the chest. The salty tang of sweat is addictive and she must have more. Her tongue explores the right tit and then she moves sideways to Julie's armpits.
The hair has trapped even more tiny globules of salty sustenance. She licks the concave sweep of one armpit then moves to the other, her nose relishing Julie's smell.
She must have more sweat before she seeks further tastes. She turns Julie around and laps at her glistening back whilst her hands greedily squeeze the tits and her finger's twist and pull the fat nipples.
Her tongue slips down Julie's backbone and over the soft and silky flesh. She pushes Julie slightly so that her lover's body bends over the sofa.
Then Jenny moves down, ignoring for a moment the temptingly bared arse with the inviting and shadowy crack. Jennie needs more sweat and she knows she'll find it on Julie's feet.
She lifts a foot, unbalancing her lover so that she falls slightly over the sofa. Jennie looks up for a second, loving the sexy sight of Julie's arse cheeks seen from below. And to make it a perfect view, the gusset of her knickers is taut, clearly defining the outlines of her cunt, like a relief map in black cotton. Jenny reaches up and slowly runs her fingernail along the lines of the fat lips and Julie's body shudders in delight.
But Jenny's attention is now on the toes and her lips clamp around each of them as she relishes the taste. She sucks and tongues the toes as if they were tiny cocks and she senses Julie's excitement.
It's a great feeling because the more turned-on Julie becomes the more juices her body produces and the tastier she becomes. A woman's body is a source of so much gustatory pleasure to Jenny and she knows she can over-indulge on Julie.
Jenny has now feasted on both feet and she's moving upwards, her tongue seeking out sweat on Julie's legs and thighs. Finally she reaches the place where the twisted black cotton is jammed tightly up the fragrant crack.
She's now ready for the second stage of her meal that she calls her 'liquid lunch'. This name might be a joke but she's very serious about enjoying this course to it limits.
But first she reaches out and grabs the waistband of Julie's knickers, pulling them down and out of the bum crack.
