"Nonsense, Kathy, that's not what I meant, you're even more appealing than Serena, and I sure wouldn't call that body of yours half developed! At least I hope it isn't, why, you'd be grotesque when you matured!" As she said this, her eyes went down my figure and lingered a bit on the zipper of my cutoffs. That's when I knew that I still had a chance. And naturally, that's when the doorbell rang. Janet gave me a wink as she modestly pulled up her pantyhose underneath her dress as she stood. I sighed as she went off to sign for her package. All my good work undone! I was afraid that I wouldn't get the chance to pull 'em down again.
At least I made good use of my time and fixed us both fresh drinks from her bar. While my hands fiddled with the glasses, I did some thinking about a different approach to this business of seducing a straight woman. What I really wanted was to go down on her, to see what her cunt is like, how it feels, how it tastes, how it would feel to have her thighs trembling about my head as she came in my face. I mean, sure, I wanted her to go down on me, but if I could only have one of the two things, I'd get a bigger thrill in eating her, even if I didn't get to come. I mean I could always do that later, or I could even do it to myself while I ate her out. So, what if she felt the same way? Maybe I was approaching this all wrong by playing the part of the guy. Maybe she'd like to seduce me? Oh well, it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot. Now, if I could only think of how to tempt her to seduce me...
Janet walked in briskly with her package. I handed her drink to her and asked her what was in it. She excitedly told me that it was the latest and skimpiest bikini from Paris. I had a flash of inspiration. Playing the eager bumpkin girl, a role for which I am unfortunately well-suited, I acted really excited and begged to model it for her. As I knew she would, she chuckled indulgently and told me to go in the bedroom and put it on. I clutched it and ran to change. It was indeed a skimpy bikini, and I smiled to myself. I might look sexy and slutty in cutoffs and a tee-shirt, but I'd look irresistible in this wisp of nothing designed to emphasize my curves. It did, and I could see it in the bedroom mirror. There was an even larger mirror covering the whole wall behind the bar, and that was where I would make my pitch! I walked back into the living room as casually as I could, considering that I was practically naked.
I cast my eyes shyly downward when she did a wolf whistle - my blush was real. The suit was sky blue and since I was a blonde, I knew it emphasized my hair. I posed in front of the big mirror, rumpling my hair and making a sexy pout with my mouth, most of my weight on one foot, chest and hips slightly forward. I changed my moue to a slightly sheepish grin as our eyes met as she stepped toward me. I even batted my brown eyes at her a little. "Well, do you think Serena would look better in your bikini?" I teased with a little giggle.
She laughed, "Spin around, minx, and let's have a look." As I obeyed her command, I could feel her appreciative stare. "Yes, I think you look even better than she would." She admitted it thoughtfully. Encouraged and feeling bolder, I slipped the strap down my left shoulder and as the skimpy top sagged slightly, the pale tan of my aureole peeked over the edge.
I leaned closer and circled her neck with my arm. Camping it up, I did my best Marilyn Monroe impression and said, "Do you think I could be a Playboy bunny?" Her giggle was nervous, and she didn't answer. I knew she was tempted, and my Monroe is at least passable. I parted my lips slightly and closed my eyes - it was now or never! It was now! She pulled me to her roughly and kissed me hard, bending me backwards and leaving me breathless as she took over my body like Clark Gable or somebody.
She was probably a little over-macho actually, even a little rough. But it was her fantasy trip, and I was digging what was happening as she peeled the swimsuit off of me and laid me down right there on the thick, shag pile. When she pulled off the bottom, I shamelessly spread my legs and exposed myself to her. And I did notice her eyeing my dark brown fluffy with appreciation. I think my shapely legs are my best feature, and she did give them a look before returning to my fluffy.
My nipples were hard, my pussy was wet; I was ready. But to my surprise, she loomed over me and slipped out of her dress. Her pantyhose came next, and she was naked except for her high heels, which she had slipped back on after tossing the hose aside. Then she straddled me and let me look up at her pretty black thatch and jutting breasts. I thought, Wow this is really kinky great! Her eyes were cold, ice blue. "Suck me off," she ordered. Wow, the dominatrix thing. Evidently, my psychological theories weren't worth beans, but things were working out great! I raised myself looking at her lovely snatch, the course hair pressed flat by her panty hose, and I embraced her hips with my arms as my face slid up her legs, feeling the tiny hairs of her thighs on my cheeks.
The smell of her charmed me as my nose parted her wiry bush and spread her damp lips. I love doing that; pushing my nose in between pussy lips to get a nice deep breath of woman smell, for one thing, the smell tends to disappear as I get used to it, so I grab it right away. She was very wet inside, and the muscular walls of her love tube grabbed at my first stab into her vagina with my tongue. She moaned and curled her fingers in my hair as she pulled my face hard into her loins. I ran my hands up and down her legs, caressing the supple curves of her muscles as they rippled and bunched in time with the slow undulation of her hips. She pumped her hips and held me hard against her groin while watching my face nuzzle around in her slathering cunt. She was still being a little rough, but I was sure she had just been so desperately horny for so long...
Besides, I liked her passion! Finally after I had shifted my sucking and licking to her clit for several minutes, she suddenly began to shiver and shake convulsively, and then made a sound like, "Unnnggg!" half scream, and half groan. For a moment, I was afraid that her powerful tennis thighs would crush my head like an eggshell. Janet was totally lost in orgasmic rapture, both hands curled tightly in my hair, her body drooping, draping itself about my head like a gently wilting flower. Then her face was covering me with kisses as she randomly gasped, "Oh thank you, thank you..." and a few other little endearments. I was a little confused, at first. Then I realized where her gratitude was leading - she seemed to have this need to justify going down on me, and she would just use gratitude so she wouldn't feel too queer about it. Hmmmm?
It seemed a little strange, her convoluted thought process, but I badly wanted my pussy eaten, and by her lovely face! She kissed my neck and titties, lingering to suck each nipple, enjoying herself by rubbing her cunt on my knee. Even my knee enjoyed that. She ate me out so lovingly, that I came like a waterfall, my body undulating over the rocks of her passion! Damn, lousy metaphor, but a good orgasm defies description!
From that point on, my relationship with Janet was a joy for about six months. She really got into some kinky routines, too, like this time in a restaurant where she felt me up under the table and ate me out in the restroom. But there were problems, too. For one thing, Janet kind of had a thing about assholes, she didn't like for me to play with hers, and she wouldn't even touch mine. That was bad enough, but Janet also started having these guilt trips about deceiving her husband, and when she started making noises about leaving him so that she could stay with me (at my Mom's?), I had to call it quits. Unfortunately, this left me without a reliable love life, and I became more attracted to Laura Wells than ever.
But Laura was so straight that I knew that she'd never go for it, particularly after one night we spent together over at her house. We were laying there in the dark and whispering secrets about everything - the usual girl stuff - when I got bold enough to mention a girl I knew that sometimes had sex with other girls. She said yuck, and that she'd just scream if that Janna ever made a pass at her. I thought about her pretty, sensuous lips, and her clear blue eyes, and sighed. It was that night of frustration, I think, that made me look up Serena. The idea did come to me then. All I had to do was go to this woman's apartment (I knew where it was), under some pretence, and end up having sex with her.
Astonishingly, it was just as simple as that. At first, I was pretty startled by her appearance. She was wearing jeans and a tank top and both were filled out as nicely as Janet had described, but the shocking part was her hair, which was dyed silver and shaped into spikes. I wondered how she slept without bending her spikes. Chewing gum, she asked me what I wanted while giving me a frank appraisal with her eyes. I felt myself blush as she drank in everything that my tennis costume didn't leave to the imagination. She had sleepy brown eyes that I sort of liked, so I didn't feel quite as awkward as I could have. I told her that I had dropped in on my friend Janet, and she wasn't at home, so could I come in and borrow her john. I really need to pee something fierce, I explained with a giggle and a wiggle that I hoped Serena would find sexy.
