I awoke from a very intense, heart pounding wet dream of two girls I'd dated in high school going down on me together, into an even more intense sexual reality. Sami had my thick dick in her hot mouth, and was playing cream sucking slut as she moaned. She always played with herself when she sucked me. It was her way of saying "Happy Birthday." It was also her way of saying "It's Tuesday." She is a morning person, I am not. She would rather make love in the morning, skip breakfast, and smell of sex all day long. She really does try to let me sleep, knowing how much sleep means to me. But her hot nature gets the best of her, and she starts playing with her lush, heavily thatched snatch, and thinking about how good it would feel to taste me, how she might be able to get me to lick her out, or best of all, fill her with my cum, so she can walk around all day with me inside her.
"I need you in the morning, Ron. I need to feel your hot cum inside me. I need to feel your cum, slick in my vagina, staining my panties, making me reek of coitus all day. I need your sweet penis. Please don't make me beg. A woman shouldn't have to beg for her man's affections. I shouldn't have to beg for your cock." she pouted.
Sami was the sweetest, hottest woman I had ever made love to. Which was unusual all by itself. Sami had been only with women lovers for the past six years, until she met me. That night, I came home to find a note "I'm at my place. Dinner at 7:00. Don't be late. Special hugs and kisses, Sami." Not a "Happy Birthday" card, nothing. Sami was very independent, insisted on keeping her own apartment until we were legally married. No rational argument could change her mind.
My mind drifted back to this morning. As I found myself near orgasm in her mouth, Sami had moved into a delicious sixty nine. I loved the taste of her sweet slit, and was always eager for her to lower her dark, dense, wet bush-onto my face. She always came easily with me. I always claimed she was wired that way, Sami always claimed it was because I was a great lover. She kept telling me that my oral skills were better than many of her lesbian lovers, and I took that compliment with a grain of salt, not that I ever doubted her. But it seemed strange for a woman who had spread her legs for only three men in her entire life, who had for all intents and purposes been a lesbian for the past six years, to practically worship my penis, rating my lovemaking skills above her fellow sisters. I'll admit that thick 9" dicks are hard to find, even more unlikely to be on a man who treats his woman as a treasure. She certainly is a treasure to me. So the strange mix of adulation and simple forgetfulness had me puzzled.
I call Sami the "Stealth Babe." Her 36C-26-38, 5'7", 135 pound figure can completely disappear under the defensive cloaking she often wears. Her very short hair makes her look very butch, even on the edge of sheer dyke, but it is just long enough to still be feminine. She is always getting propositioned by other women. She still enjoys that, and leads them on. "Down the primrose path..." she laughs.
For me, Sami wears sexy short dresses, showing her smooth, shaved legs (utter heresy a year ago). She has given up sensible shoes for high heels, hose, and lacy lingerie. Now my friends ask me how they too can meet and date supermodels. It's good for the ego, which has taken a bashing in the past year.I got demoted in a big multi-company merger. I was at one of those merger meetings, and Sami was there. We were both so low on the totem pole that no one else was willing to be seen talking to us. I got her coffee, fetched her donuts, and we started finding out we liked the same books. There was absolutely no sexual chemistry for me, but I loved talking to her. I was new to Boston, and I needed a friend. We talked endlessly on the phone. Her department was eliminated, and she went to work in another office.
We just kept on talking. We met for lunch, we went on walks in the Boston Commons. One night she dressed up a little bit, nothing more than a nice pantsuit and a necklace, but we went to dinner, and she walked me back to a suite in the Copley Plaza. She came right into the room, and just kept talking, somewhere around 1 AM, we both fell into bed, fully clothed, and I meant to kiss her goodnight on the cheek. Still talking, she turned, and her open mouth brushed mine. It was like a bomb went off. Clothes went flying everywhere. She seemed to have absolutely no inhibitions, as we drove each other nearly mad with oral sex, then made intensely passionate love for hours. Sometime after 3 AM, she finally let me sleep for a little while. At 6 AM, she blew me revelie, screwing my brains out, dragging me into the shower to blow me hard and screw me standing up as the spray washed over us. She poured some coffee down my throat and dumped me in front of my office. I sent a dozen roses to her office. We've been inseparable ever since.
When I got to Sami's apartment, a glance through the door told me she was not alone. Sami was locked in a scorching deep kiss with Lori. I knew they were lovers after college, and it was obvious how much they still cared for each other. Lori is every bit as hot bodied as Sami, but with long dark hair, and a style so feminine you'd never guess her sexual persuasion. I rang the bell, and Sami opened the door to give me a scorching deep kiss. Lori gave me a hug that pressed her 38D breasts deeply into my chest, and she too gave me a very hot kiss, which left me confused, excited, and horny.
"So nice to finally meet you, Ron. Happy Birthday! I understand we're having you for dinner?" Lori laid straight into the double entendres. "Yes, I hope so. Sami didn't tell me much." I said, a little confused.
