Hazel 5

I was staring at her again. She sat next to me on the back porch of the house we rented together. Her long midnight-colored hair cascaded over her left shoulder stark against her pale skin. Then her beautiful, hazel eyes blinked at me and her lips curled into a smile as she finished exhaling smoke.

"Your hit," she said to me as she handed me the pipe.

I took the glass pipe from her along with the lighter. She smiled at me again and giggled. I couldn't help but giggle too as I lit the pipe and inhaled deeply. I could feel the sweet, familiar haze start to cloud my vision. I exhaled and tried not to choke, which again, made her smile. I passed the pipe back and she reached for it with her slender, tattooed arms. She had leaned back onto the porch, reclined on her side. I scooted closer to her and relaxed backwards as well.

I watched her small hands light the pipe and then watched her ample chest inhale the smoke. She looked at me and made a come hither motion with her fingers. I got even closer; our bodies and faces just inches away. She pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue lightly teased at my mouth. When I opened it, the smoke and her warm breath poured into my lungs. My eyes fluttered shut and I felt my body shiver. I pulled away to exhale and before I knew it her lips were back on mine.

The two of us were lying there in the ever dimming evening light. We spent most nights like this. We'd come home from work and smoke to unwind. Lately though, I haven't needed the haze of the smoke to relax. Her face, her smile, did just the same. Looking into those hazel eyes was all I needed to feel high. She was my haze; my Hazel.

Her lips were so soft against mine. The kiss started sweetly with gentle motions that quickly turned into something sultrier with hard presses of lips, tongues and teeth. Whenever she kissed me like she wanted to eat me up, I knew she needed something more. She sucked and lapped at my lips. I could feel her teeth every now and again as I tried to keep up with her pace.

Her face moved away from mine as she slid her body closer and began to assault my neck. She licked and sucked at the skin before gently biting down on it. It hurt a bit, but I enjoyed it. Her bite transformed into a kiss. The harsh sensation to such a mild one - I was overwhelmed. The arm that wasn't supporting her body was holding me tight around my midsection. She had placed her arm on top of mine and there was no way I could move it. She held me there in her grasp like her plaything. I loved it.

"Wanna fool around?" she asked me.

"Of course I do," I answered.

"Good," she whispered.

She sat up and pushed me over so I was lying on my back. Then she unfastened my pants and pulled them off. Next went my shirt. I was embarrassed to be outside in just my underwear but also really excited. Besides, in our backyard, no one would see us, probably.

She sat on my body with her crotch to mine then leaned over my chest supporting her weight with those sexy, tattooed arms. Her skirt was wide enough to shield parts of my legs and stomach from view. I could already feel how hot and wet she was through her panties. She leaned down to kiss me and her long, black, wavy hair created a veil around us. The kiss was gentle, but I knew that was the softest she was going to be with me.

She smiled at me and giggled as she sat up. She climbed off of me and pulled off my underpants as she went. I was lying there fully exposed in front of her. She ran her hand over my lower parts and I felt my whole body pulse. She smiled again before grabbing the pipe. She took a deep hit then exhaled the warm smoke over my crotch. It made things quiver. Then she took another and shoved that bit of warm air down my throat. She kissed me passionately, long and hard, forcing me to hold my breath. She moved away and I immediately exhaled; now feeling more hazed than before.

Hazel moved back down to my crotch. She stuck out her tongue and I could see the shine of her tongue ring. It was a small, sliver post that worked wonders if you knew how to use it; I'd call her an expert. She made a naughty licking motion as I looked down the line of my body at her and I felt lower things begin to throb. She brought that naughty licking motion closer and closer to my body. I couldn't handle the suspense and had already begun to make noises.

She started at the bottom and moved slowly to the top; paying extra attention to the top. She licked up and down and along the sides over and over and over. I tried my best to keep quiet so as to not alert the neighbor's dogs. She licked and kissed it again and again until she finally drew it into her mouth. She licked and sucked bringing me endless amounts of pleasure. I could feel her tongue ring on the underside as she continued to lap at my private place. The way she moved it back and forth around me was so euphoric. I wasn't going to last much longer.

Her tongue danced around my naughty bits and I couldn't take it anymore. She began to suck harder, licking at the same time. The small brushes of teeth here and there really added to the thrill. Her hands were slowly teasing my thighs and before I knew it, I came all over her face. She sat back on her heels and wiped her face with her hands then licked her fingers clean.

"I can never get enough of your taste, sweetie."

I smiled into those beautiful, hazel eyes of hers then sat up to give her a kiss. We broke apart and I grabbed the pipe. I took a hit and passed it to her like she had done before. I kissed her long and deep and then she exhaled slowly. Suddenly, she pushed me down and moved her body on top of mine. She kissed me again - eagerly, and full of lust - before moving to kneel over my face.

She positioned herself so that her knees were next to my ears; her thighs pressed against my cheeks. The underside of her dress was all I could see as I felt her hot crotch inch closer and closer to my face. I could feel how warm and soaked she was as she hovered over me and it was clear that she hadn't been wearing panties at all. I stuck my tongue out and began to gently lick the source of the sweet juices in front of me. I lightly teased her clit and hole with my tongue and I began to hear soft whimpers coming from above.

She lifted up her skirt to look down on me. Her mouth was hanging open; her eyebrows pressed together. She was enjoying it. I grabbed her legs as I continued to eat her pussy, holding them firmly as she kept staring down at me with those beautiful, Hazel eyes. She tasted so sweet with just a hint of bitterness. Her lower lips were so warm. It was hypnotic. All I could smell was her delicious scent. All I could taste was her sugary nectar. All I could hear were her moans and all I could see were those gorgeous eyes.

Her moans had grown louder; her crotch stiffer and wetter. I could tell she was getting close. Her hips continued to buck against my mouth and tongue until she couldn't move herself anymore. Then I resumed licking and sucking on her lower parts. I gave her a few more well-placed flicks and that was all it took to hear that sigh of relief as her orgasm washed over my face. Her back arched and her body shook; it was a sight to behold.

The sexy woman on top of me collapsed over my body and began to catch her breath. She rolled over back onto the porch with a smile on her face. I rolled over towards her so I could kiss her. I kissed gently and deeply as she met my lips enthusiastically, trying to suck all the juices off of my face.

"I love the taste of us," she said.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

She sat up and then grabbed our glass pipe. I watched her chest heave as she took a deep hit. She passed it to me with another long kiss and the haze was back. She moved away slowly as I exhaled. She came to rest cuddled into my arm just as the sun was nearly set. The first twinkles of nighttime had begun to appear. I pulled her closer and kissed her on the head. This was all I needed to feel high: her body, her touch, her smile; just Hazel.

©2020 Lynette P. Kristofferson