(Our weekend together began when Connie came to our place after work on Friday. Friday afternoon and evening were idyllic. We went to sleep exhausted.)
Our guest room, "Connie's room", had twin beds. I slept in one to be close to her. I don't think I awoke once during the night. When I did wake, the sun was streaming in the window and I could hear Connie humming in the bathroom. Memories of our wonderful night on the beach filtered back. I got up and headed for the other bathroom to freshen myself and to brush my teeth. I called out, "Good morning, Gorgeous Creature!" when I passed her partly open door.
"Hi, Lover!" She was in the shower and, through the frosted glass, appeared to be shaving her legs, but she was working high in her thighs? Memories of our frequent and loving intimacies gave no hint that her thighs needed shaving - they were hairless and invitingly smooth. Oh, well. Mmmmm, invitingly smooooth ... aahhh ... such thoughts caused stirrings.
I went about my ablutions and finished up by shaving and showering - (and remembering yesterday's many wonderful visits between those sweetly welcoming thighs). By the time I finished, Connie was making tea and fixing sliced bananas and cereal. "Come on and eat. We need to restore our strength after yesterday's wonderful activities." She looked bright and sun-shiny. She was wearing medium-heeled, sexy, strappy sandals and a spaghetti-strapped pale brown satin slip-dress I had never seen before. It was extremely short - coming just a smidgen below her bottom cheeks. When she turned around to greet me I could see that her modest breasts were flattered in the low, loosely scooping front. The "V" where her thighs met her groin was modestly covered. Those invitingly soft thighs still looked invitingly soft. And since I could see nearly all of them, they were very appealing. Imagination and anticipation began to work their wonders and twinges of excitement thrilled in my loins. I hoped Connie was feeling as romantically susceptible as I was.
I was wearing another pair of thin silk jersey under shorts. "You look bright and beautiful this morning - and you're so efficient - with breakfast and all. ... And, my, that's a lovely dress. I haven't seen that before, have I? It's very, very ... mmmmmmmm!" The twinges increased to the point of pushing out a bit against a leg of my shorts. Our always-active chemistry made these reactions nearly instantaneous.
"Thank you, Sweet Lecher. No, you haven't seen it. I bought it yesterday when I picked up my beach dress. I just couldn't resist it. I thought you might like the skirt length." Connie looked at the front of my shorts, "And I guess I was right." With an eyebrow raised, she smiled and sent me a playful air kiss before turning around to get a milk pitcher from a lower cupboard. Instead of kneeling or crouching, she kept her legs straight, slightly apart and bent from the waist. The (probably intended) effect was startlingly arousing! With her legs held straight, the sexy, strappy sandals flattered them into things of chorus-line beauty, and her dress was so short that half of her derriere mooned me and the lower part of her puffy vulva winked from in between. Oh, my! I couldn't see even a wisp of pubic hair - just unadorned, puffy outer labia protruding down and the sparkle of a bit of moisture glistening near the bottom of the crevice. Mmmmm ... the thought of dessert came to mind.
Connie stood up with the pitcher in her hand and turned toward me. She looked down at my groin and a smirking smile came over her face when she observed, "It looks like your approval is ... growing." I had to rearrange my 'approval' from my pant leg to my tummy. She put the pitcher down and slinked toward me with sexily swaying hips. "Is it just the dress, Lover?"
My voice was low and croaking, "The ... entire package ... is captivatingly stunning ... I ..."
She looked again at the huge tent now standing out from my shorts. "You're very stunning yourself." Our groins met first and my hardness stabbed her. She flexed into it, "Mmmmmmmmm! I was afraid last night's loving might have drained you." Our lips merged and we gathered each other in. Connie obviously was very romantically susceptible this morning. Mm, lucky me.
"Apparently not." Her body felt soft and yielding beneath the satin. I murmured on her lips, "You look wonderful ... you feel wonderful ... you're making me feel wonderful."
"Mmmmmmm. Wonderful." She squirmed and murmured back, "Did you notice anything ... different?"
"Well ... between your stunning legs you let your puffy pink love lips smile at me when you bent over, and I noticed a few drops of succulent dew, but I couldn't see any of the usual ... hair."
She sucked on my tongue, "Mmmmmm, that's your special treat for today." Connie began to breathe more rapidly. "And I am a little moist ... because I've been thinking about ... you know what, and then seeing my Ardent Admirer getting stiff in your shorts ... well." She lifted her skirt just a bit, reached through the fly of my shorts to free her now nicely extended Admirer, pushed him down to her vulva and hugged us back together. She had made sure my glans was laying in the channel between her inner labia and noodling with her clitoris. She began to flex and moan into increasingly luscious kisses. She whispered, "If you show me yours ... I'll show you mine."
"I'll go first." She wouldn't let us part and I had to push my shorts down between kisses and hugs. "Now you can see ... the fullness of your affect on me, Gorgeous Creature."
Connie kept one arm around my waist and, after a parting kiss moved a few inches away to look down, "Mmmmm, wonderful fullness ... Oooo, inspiring extension, ... aah, exciting girth. What a lovely, stiff penis you have, Lover. I love it. ... Ohh, how I love it." She stroked me gently before lifting her skirt to her belly button, "Now! There! See me smiling at my stiff Admirer?"
Only a tuft of pubic hair remained halfway between her navel and her mons. Her pussy was beautifully and invitingly naked. "Mmmmmm, your pussy is gorgeous without hair. Your outer lips look beautifully puffy and inviting. So lovely, so kissable. May I?"
Her whisper was breathless, "Oooooo, Darling, ... before breakfast?"
"I promise it won't spoil my appetite." I was breathless too. I wanted her.
"Then you definitely may. ... Where do you want to ... have your way with me, you lecherous animal?"
We both were trying to control our breathing. I guided her back against the counter and dropped to my knees in front of her, "Right here, Sweet Love ... Oh, God, your pussy is so beautiful."
Her voice was breathy, "Thank you, Lover."
She widened her stance and opened her thighs. I lifted one of them to rest on my shoulder and turned my head to kiss and nuzzle its cushiony softness. I turned back to the waiting love lips. Connie flexed her vulva out to present herself to me. My mouth engulfed her - no hair, just the soft skin of her puffy outer lips, and the pink, moist folds of her inner lips. It was deeply thrilling ... so smooth ... so feminine ... so kissable. I tried to suck all of her labia into my mouth. I managed to engulf most of her inner labia and the hood that protects her clitoris. I feathered and nibbled her saucy nub while I sucked in the sweet folds. Her clit responded, growing and stiffening between my sucking lips until it was as saucy as one of her nipples.
