Part 11
He was taking a shower, washing away the mud and the dirt collected, it seemed everywhere, after an afternoon’s work in the garden. It had been a sunny day, and he had sweated profusely. The washing machine humped happily with all his dirty cloths. Shampooing his hair under the shower, he saw small streams of earth disappear into the sewer. Washing his balls had virtually the same effect. He smiled, feeling increasingly cleaner.
In the distance he heard a sound. At first he could not place it, wondered whether it was the phone, but who cared, they would call back later. Than realised that it was the front door bell. Swiftly he closed the taps, shivering under the last remaining cold drops, put a towel around his waist and almost skated, dripping water on an already slippery floor, to the front door.
“Who is it?” he asked, refusing to open the door.
“Me” a cheery voice sounded, a bit too loud to his taste in the deserted hall of his apartment building.
“You mind if I come in?” she asked.
He hesitated. “Frankly speaking, I am not really dressed for the occasion, and I am tired”.
“Come on, just open up. I’ll make sure that you feel less tired when I leave. And who cares about being dressed. I’d rather see you without your cloths anyway. Well, that’s not entirely true, maybe.. You are cute in cotton as well”. She ended her little speech with a giggle.
“Alright, come in than.. “. He undid the chain and opened his front door.
“Are you not pleased to see me?” She burst into his apartment, smelling rather strongly of some sort of new perfume. Without waiting for a reply, she kissed him quickly on the mouth, took off her coat – was it raining? – and dropped it on the floor. She did not give him a chance to reply. “I am hungry, what have you got to offer?”
Again, without waiting for a reaction, she abruptly took hold of the towel and pulled it away. “That’s what I like! For breakfast, lunch or dinner. Never mind”. She grabbed his balls and pulled him closer, got on her knees and took his dick in her mouth. “Really hungry..” she said once more, interrupting her sucking only for a brief moment.
He felt his soft penis get harder. Looking down, seeing her giving him a blowjob, leaving lipstick smears on his shaft, was an incredibly sexy sight indeed. Her square golden earrings reflected the late evening light. A golden chain was swinging softly, following her movements of her head. She was licking his dick as if it were a Popsicle or an icecream, slurping sounds filling the silence of his apartment.
“Mind you” he spoke softly, “if you are not careful, I’ll cum in your mouth..”.
She looked up, and smiled. Licked the tip of his cock, tasting the pre cum, slapping his cock on her tongue as it she were an experienced porn star. “I told you I am hungry.. So please let it go. Protein will do me good, no doubt. Moreover, I do not particularly feel like cooking… So be my guest”. She put her mouth, almost naturally, back to his dick.
Soon he felt the tension rise, the tickling in his balls, and moaning obscene words, he came, blowing his load full force into her mouth. “Show me the cum you have.. Show it on your tongue” he sighed, removing his slowly deflating penis from her mouth. In reaction, she parted her lips and showed him her tongue, than swallowed, with a broad grin on her shiny face. “There you go… It really tastes nice. A pity that you cannot taste it yourself you know. And nutritious as well..”.
Naked he walked to the kitchen, his penis swaying, leaving wet drops on his thighs. “Want anything to drink?” “
A Campari soda would do fine.. A good mixture, I presume, semen and Campari..”, she responded with a laugh.
He poured them a drink, deciding in favour of a Campari for himself as well. Took a tray from the cupboards, a tiny bag of peanuts, and walked, like an experienced waiter, back to the living room. When entering, he almost stumbled over a pile of cloths, her cloths, with a tiny tiny slip on top.
Inside, she was laying on the carpeted floor, on her belly, reading a magazine about computers. “Come and sit next to me” she said, padding on the floor. He placed the tray on the floor, sat down, handed her a drink, the glass tinkling with ice cubes. “There you go!” She blew him a kiss. “Thanks.. “.
Leaning on her elbows she quietly drank from her Campari soda. Circled the ice cubes in her glass, chewed on one of them, drops of cold water dripping slowly on her chin.
“You know..” he began hesitantly, “that you have a nice bottom?”
“You mean that you like my ass?”
“If you want to put it that way. Yes, you have nice ass” he admitted. With two fingers he slipped an ice cube from his glass and put it on top of her buttocks. Rapidly it started to melt, and slid down to the crack that separated her white buttocks. He played carefully with the tiny pool of cold water that developed, rubbing her ass and asshole softly. With a slippery finger he carefully entered her from behind. “Yes, a very nice ass indeed”.
She stared in front of her, almost pensively.
“A quarter for your thoughts” he said softly, while continuing to stroke her.
“If you like it so much, my bottom as you say, why in heaven’s name did you never fuck me there?”
It came as a shock. Stumbling over his words he tried to react: “But I thought that women did not like that.. And I thought that you would not be an exception”.
“You are wrong there, monsieur, I do like it. My husband, once in a while, and in the past anyway, made love to me there.. Or maybe better, fucked me in the behind.. And, frankly speaking, it was not so bad. Not bad at all. Actually, under certain conditions, I quite liked it”.
She looked at him, expectantly.
“Well if you do not mind, I would love to. Maybe it’s a sort of obsession, a fetish, but I would really like that. Are you sure about what you said?”
She nodded, stood up abruptly, grabbed his hand and pulled him up. “Come on, let’s go the bedroom. If we want to do it, we have to do it properly. On a bed, with sheets, and all that”.
She walked to the toilet, he heard her pee and flush the toilet. In the bedroom, he quickly closed the blinds. No need for nosy neighbours to become even nosier. He turned on a bedside lamp and pulled away the blankets, looking for any unnecessary stains and hair – luckily it all seemed rather clean.
She almost jumped on the bed, laid down and padded on the mattress. “Come, lay next to me, we cannot just start from zero, some preparatory work is really necessary”. She threw her arms around his neck and started to kiss him; the effect on his limp penis was almost instantaneous.
They French kissed for, what seemed, like ages, playing with each others tongues, caressed, hands moving over warm bodies. He bit her nipples, told her to lay down on her back, kissed her belly, before moving down even further. Spread her legs and put them on his shoulders. “Even if I have not said it yet, this time at least, I do like your cunt as well”. “Show me..!”
He bent forward, laying on his belly, his feet almost touching the floor, beds being too small as usual, and started eating her pussy, as if haunted by demons. Lapping, kissing, sucking, played with his fingers, found her clit and took it in between his nails, afraid to hurt her, trying to restrain himself by focusing on causing pleasure rather than pain. Her juices almost dripped from his chin. He pulled her up, virtually bending her, in order to have access to her beautiful bottom, where he started all anew.
