Sequel to "Meeting Dr Georgia"
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I walked over to where she was standing, and she turned to me and took my hands in hers. She looked into my eyes and softly said, "I would like very much to kiss you, Dear. Would Diane like Georgia to kiss her?"
Although it wasn't entirely unexpected, I wasn't really prepared for it. I was surprised when, without hesitation, I took a step forward so we were almost nose to nose with our mouths about two inches apart. We each leaned forward slightly, and our lips met very gently. We were only touching with our lips and hands. Georgia's lips were slightly parted and felt warm, dry and soft on mine. We were the same height, so it was very comfortable and natural.
We stayed just like that for a moment, our lips just barely touching, and it was the gentlest, sweetest kiss I had ever experienced. Georgia opened her mouth slightly and pressed her lips just a tiny bit more firmly against mine. My lips parted to meet hers, and her arms slid around me. Georgia pressed her body against mine, and I responded by doing the same to her. As our kiss became deeper, her head tilted one way, mine the other, our mouths opened wider, and I felt the tip of Georgia's tongue exploring my lips.
Her hand moved down my back, pressing me to her, and I could feel her pubic mound moving against mine. Georgia made a little sound, and I heard myself go
Mmmmm.
My tongue sought hers as I surrendered myself completely to her kiss.
I opened my eyes for a moment and saw that hers were closed and her eyelids fluttering slightly. That was extremely erotic to me, and I parted my lips further. I pressed myself more tightly against her, and our kiss became deeply passionate. As my tongue entered Georgia's mouth, it slid over hers as it was entering mine.
This kiss is different than John's but in a wonderful way. Oh, her lips are so warm and soft.
We kissed deeply, and Georgia moved her body against me. I could feel her breasts and her mound against my own. She was making soft little noises into my mouth, and I knew I was doing the same.
When our kiss broke, we held each other and whispered nonwords into each other's ears. Georgia's hand went into my hair and pressed my face to where neck and shoulder met. John had always felt firm and masculine, but Georgia was very soft and feminine and she smelled of some delicate perfume.
She whispered, "Oh, little girl, you feel wonderful."
Our heads moved at the same time, my mouth again seeking hers and hers mine. Our second kiss started out deep and passionate, just like the first had ended, my legs trembling.
As our kiss continued it gradually softened until, when we stopped, our lips were just gently touching. We each moved back a couple of inches, looked into each other's eyes, and smiled.
Georgia softly said, "My, my, Diane. You have really grown up. I'm not sure I've
ever
been kissed like that before. Let's do it again." We did.
When we had been very thoroughly kissed, Georgia took me by the hand, led me to the big bed, and we sat close together. Georgia leaned her head over close to mine and said, "Honey, I've had a long tiring trip, and I feel dirty. I need a long, hot shower. Would little Diane like to join Georgia in the shower?"
I've never heard anyone speak of herself in the third person. It's cute, I think.
I didn't even think about it, just nodded my head and turned towards Georgia to be kissed. She kissed me and gently lowered me to the bed so that I was laying on my back. As we kissed, her hand slid under my suit jacket and found my braless breast beneath my blouse. The nipple felt like it was hard enough to scratch her hand. I heard myself groan into Georgia's mouth as her fingertip circled my erect nipple.
Georgia took her hand from my breast, broke our kiss, and whispered, 'I'm trying not to rush it, Little Darling. I want you so much, but I want to take my time with you, enjoy you the way you deserve to be enjoyed. Will Diane let Georgia enjoy her?"
I didn't know what she wanted to do with me, but I sure didn't feel like waiting. I pulled her down for another kiss and nodded "yes" as our lips met. She finally stood and gave me her hand to pull me to my feet. She hugged me and said, "Let's take off our clothes and get into the shower, Dear. I want my body to be clean and sweet for you."
Georgia took off her suit jacket, threw it on the bed, and said, "Get out of those clothes, Honey. Just toss them on the bed." I did.
We were both undressing, and I was surprised that I didn't feel embarrassed. It was like we had done it before and was a perfectly natural way to be.
I guess being with John with my clothes off helped me not be too shy about this. I think I've been naked more than half the time in the last week. Besides, Georgia has seen me before, just not all of me at the same time, and sure not in circumstances like this. She isn't shy about taking off her clothes. I can hardly wait to see her in the nude.
Georgia beat me undressed because, as usual, I had trouble with the darned pantyhose. She walked into the bathroom saying cheerfully, "Come on, Diane. Let's get wet and soapy together! I have a spare shower cap for you.!"
I walked naked into the big bathroom, and Georgia was standing there, wearing nothing but a shower cap. I could feel myself blush, but I couldn't help looking at her from head to toe.
Wow! I never would have guessed that Georgia looked like that under her clothes and that white coat she usually wears. Why does John like my body so much when he can have one like that?
Georgia was a very pretty lady, with her short hair and flawless complexion, but her body was
spectacular.
Her skin was pale and perfect, and her breasts were full and plump with no trace of sagging. Her nipples were large, erect, and a beauiful pink. Her waist was tiny and flared into full, firm hips that made her figure seem ........ lush, .... ripe. Her tummy was firm and had just a slight bulge that made it seem very sexy. Dr Georgia may have been no more than five feet tall and a hundred pounds, but she was
all woman.
I guess I must have been staring, because she giggled, saying, "See anything you like, Dear?"
I was embarrassed, and I stammered, "I .. I'm sorry I was staring, but you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Georgia laughed and said, "How many naked women have you seen, Diane?"
I could feel myself blush as I said, "Well, just you, but you're beautiful."
She whispered, "I'm glad you like the way I look, Dear. I think you're a beautiful girl. Kiss me."
She took me into her arms, and I put mine around her. We shared our first naked kiss, and it was wonderful. Her skin was warm and soft against mine. Because of the differences in our sizes, I'd never really been able to get my arms around John. Georgia, though, was just my size, and I could really
hold her.
I loved that.
As we kissed deeply, I could feel my nipples swell and my pussy start to moisten.
Ohhhh, she feels so good. Soft, warm body, soft warm lips. It feels like my pussy is gushing. I wonder if hers is, too.
We finished our kiss, and Georgia turned us so we were facing the big mirror with our arms around each other's waist. We smiled at our reflections and just stood that way for a moment, looking.
My God, she's beautiful. No wonder John wants her. Tiny little waist, lovely high breasts, smooth hips. Those big rosy nipples look ... yummy. She makes me look like a skinny boy. She has just a little bit of a tummy, and that makes her look softer and even sexier. She sure looks silly in that shower cap, though. I think a shower cap is the unsexiest thing there is. I hate the way the seam in those darned pantyhose leaves a line down my tummy. Georgia has one, too.
Georgia kissed me lightly and turned to start the water in the shower. I looked down at her behind, I couldn't help it.
I hope my bottom gets as shapely as hers someday. Mine's sort of flat in comparison. Huh, I'm flat all over compared to Georgia.
I put on my cap and joined Georgia in the shower. The first few minutes had nothing to do with getting clean. We kissed, hugged, petted, rubbed, and had a wonderful time. The only thing I didn't like was that Georgia's pubic mound felt rough and stratchy against mine when we rubbed ourselves together.
I guessed she noticed, because she took my hand in hers and moved it down to her mound. It was all bristly, like Dad's cheeks when he didn't shave for a few days.
She laughed and said, "I know I'm all whiskery, Dear. I haven't shaved for a week. After our shower I'll take care of that. Maybe you can help me."
I said, "Do you keep it shaved all the time, Georgia?"