Several days later Joanne, the interior decorator Amanda had used, called me. I asked her over that day. Joanne was a tall blonde with a willowy body and a lovely face. Her lips were wide and generous. Inviting! I immediately longed to kiss them.
She had a warm, wonderful, personality, and we hit it off immediately. We talked for over an hour and she asked very perceptive questions concerning what I wanted, and the styles I liked. I told her that I did not have unlimited money to spend, but I wanted her to brighten and warm the house up.
We went from room to room and she made suggestions as to what would go with my furniture and fit my style of living. She had one of the new digital cameras and took quite a number of pictures. She left giving me a good feeling. She would return in a few days with computer-generated renderings of her ideas. The idea of that boggled my mind.
Knowing Amanda’s knowledge of computers, I decided to ask her how it worked. I called her and asked if it was OK if I came over. She told me I didn’t have to ever ask if I wanted to come over.
I walked over to her house. She came to the door in a robe, her hair wet. I asked if I had called at a bad time.
“Lori, you could never come over here at a bad time.” She laughed, kissing me softly on the lips. I returned her kiss. “I was swimming laps. Come on out and I’ll be through in about 15 minutes - if you don’t mind a little wait. You can watch, or hop in with me.”
We went out to her pool. She shed her robe and was naked underneath. I told her I approved of her bathing suit. She laughed and dived into the pool. She hardly caused a splash. She came up far down the pool and from her first stroke; I knew she was an excellent swimmer. I had two brothers who were on the swim team, and they had taught me to swim.
Amanda is one of those natural swimmers that are totally relaxed in the water. Her strokes were slow, long, graceful, yet powerful, and she moved through the water like a sleek porpoise. She was grace personified. I swim well, but not nearly as smoothly as she. When she got out of the water she breathing a little faster than normal, but not panting as I would be if I had done as many laps as she just had. I complemented her on her form and style. Her naked body gleamed and her skin glowed. Her nipples were erect from the cool water. With her naked pussy she looked like a water nymph, and I told her as much.
“Thank you. I love to swim. I had lessons, and a very good instructor. She taught me to move with the water, not fight it. Once I learned to relax, I really enjoyed it and became quite good. It is one of the best exercises. You loose a tremendous amount of calories from just being in the water. You can hardly pull a muscle, and nude it feels sooo good. Almost as good as sex with a beautiful lady like you. Almost!” She laughed as I handed her a towel and watched as she dried off. She told me I could come over anytime I wanted to swim in her pool. I told her that would be wonderful.
We went into the kitchen and she took a pitcher of fruit juice out of the fridg and poured herself a tall glass. She was still naked and sat perched on a stool. I sat next to her on another stool. She let her thighs part while we talked and I couldn’t keep from looking at her naked pussy. As she moved her thighs I caught glimpses of her pink core.
“You’re peeping.” She laughed.
“You’re advertising.” I teased back. “Do you always entertain visitors in the nude by swinging your leg so your delicious pussy lets them see the lovely pink of your inner lips?”
“Only if I’m trying to seduce them, get them hot and bothered and wanting to make love to me. Just looking at you gets me horny, even with your clothes on.” She said in a low seductive voice.
I didn’t need an invitation. She had gotten me horny watching her swim. I got off the stool and proceeded to undress for her. I laid my clothes on the stool and stood naked before her.
“I’m horny too. Hop up on the counter and let me eat that sweet beautiful pussy of yours.” I said motioning to the counter.
There are times when two people need no foreplay, no preliminaries, and no slow buildup. Today was one of those days and we both felt it. She put her hands behind her and gave a little hop and pulled herself effortlessly up on the counter. She leaned back and brought her thighs up to her breasts, spread her thighs wide and closed her eyes.
I moved to her and with no preliminaries spread her beautiful pussy lips wide and covered it with my lips. Her skin was cool from the pool, her pussy hot. I slid my tongue into her hot core. We both groaned at the same time, and both from satisfaction. God, It felt good to slip my tongue into her and suck her tasty juices. I thrust my tongue in and out of her delicious wet flesh, and sucked her juices out. I rolled her clit around in circles with one hand, and placed a wet finger against her small anus and slid it carefully into her hot back door. She came almost at once. I continued to give her the triple stimulation and her cries echoed in the kitchen.
I almost came myself from the tremendous pleasure that I felt at her erotic reaction to my manipulations of her body. She finally cried out that she had had enough. I slid my finger from her anus, and slowly licked her wide spread pussy softly. I stood up and leaned over between her spread thighs and softly kissed her heaving breasts. She stroked my head. I could feel her hot pussy flesh, still spread open, against my stomach in contrast to her still cool flesh.
“Oh, I needed that. Thank you, Darling. That was wonderful. What a way to finish a workout. You worked my body out in a different and totally wonderful fashion." Amanda said as she caught her breath. “Now it’s my turn. Do you want to go up to the bedroom, or would you like me to make love to you here in the kitchen?” She asked sitting up.
“Why not eat me in the kitchen. That’s a novel idea. It’s been years since I had someone make love to me in a kitchen. Am I an appetizer, or the main course?” I asked as she leaned down to kiss me. She slid of the counter and we stood kissing, naked bodies pressed together.
She patted the counter and I hopped up on to. She moved between my thighs and pressed her body against mine. Her firm breasts pressed onto my flesh. Her nipples were hard and erect and still a little cool. She pushed me back gently. The counter top was still warm from her lying on it. I spread my thighs apart and pulled them up to my breasts and held them there with my arms. She kissed my thighs and nuzzled my pussy.
“God, that feels so good. You are a very good lover. I’m glad I came over today.” I told her. She looked up and smiled than lowered her head to my spread pussy and I sobbed out as her tongue slid full length along my pussy from bottom to top, ending in a little flick to my firm and swollen clit. She did it again and again. I squeezed my breasts and rolled my nipples between my fingers.
She slid one, then two fingers up inside me, and began to finger fuck me while her lips and tongue played over my aching clit. She began to rotate her fingers as she moved them in and out. From the feelings they transmitted it felt like she had crossed them as she thrust them in and out. It gives a wonderful feeling, much better than just sliding them in and out. It was my turn to fill the kitchen with my cries of passion as this wonderful woman made love to me, eating my spread pussy on her kitchen counter. She brought me to three or four climaxes before I told her that I’d had enough. She lapped my pussy softly, licking my juices as they spilled out.