Julie moved in front of Joe, leaned up on her toes, and gave him a quick kiss. Then, turning her back to him, she walked through the doorway and into the bedroom. He followed her and stopped about two feet behind where she'd halted. When Julie felt that he was near, she bent her head forward, inviting him to unzip the dress.
Joe couldn't resist stepping closer and bending his own head down to lightly brush his lips against the now exposed neck. Julie shuddered inside at the touch.
Joe's trembling fingers found the zipper's pull and he began to slowly move his hand downward, the loosening zipper revealing more and more flesh as he did so. The curve of her back, the jutting of her shoulder blades, the scent wafting from her warm skin, all served to further incite Joe's feelings. He saw the band of her bra, a shiny rose pink color. And, as the zipper pull reached its most downward position, he saw a similarly colored thin strip of fabric just below her waist.
Julie stepped forward one step, presumably to allow him to remove the dress. Joe reached up to the shoulders of the dress, grasped one in each hand, and carefully and slowly pulled them down from her shoulders and onto her upper arms. He stopped momentarily. Perhaps he'd made a mistake. Perhaps he was too close to her to enjoy the experience of the dress sliding down.
As if divining his thoughts, Julie stepped forward, easily escaping his slight grasp on the dress. She gauged her distance to about six feet in front of Joe, reached in front of herself to grasp the top of her dress, and lazily dragged it down her body. When she had the top of the dress at about waist height, Julie bent over forward, accentuating her behind as the dress slipped down over it and she allowed it to drop to the floor.
Joe gasped. There she was, his love, bent over with her shapely legs and rounded ass before his eyes. A thin wisp of material nestled between her cheeks - the thong panties in the same color as the bra. Her arms moved. Joe wondered what she was doing, and then he saw her hair fall down. She'd taken it down from its usual place atop her head. A second later she stood, and her hair came flying up and then down as she became erect. Again, Joe gasped. The hair was long, almost waist-length, thick, shiny, and speckled with grey here and there.
Julie turned slowly around. Joe simply stared. The thin diamond-shaped fabric of the thong did little to conceal the neatly-trimmed patch of pubic hair. The bra barely contained the ample breasts. Julie reached up between her breasts to undo the bra's fastener. She undid the plastic clasp, but held the two pieces of the clasp in her fingers for a few seconds before she pulled her arms back and slipped the bra straps down and off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor.
Joe stopped breathing. Only for a moment, to be sure. But he did stop with that first full view of her breasts. When breath came back, he withheld no longer. He rushed the few steps forward, went down on his knees, grabbed her around the upper part of her legs, and nestled his right cheek into her belly. His cock throbbed strangely, throbbed with desire and satisfaction. This was a new sensation for Joe.
Julie did not protest. Her hands went to Joe's head and her palms lightly caressed his hair. She allowed him to remain in this position for a full minute or two before she tugged his ears, urging him to look up at her. Joe didn't want to move. He could have stayed here forever. But her insistence finally made him raise his eyes upward to hers.
Julie smiled at him and nodded her head toward the bed. Apparently, the bath full of hot water and bubbles was for naught. Julie knew full well that both of them were squeaky clean, a simple matter of preparation for seeing one another. She'd thought the bath would be a venue for teaching Joe some things about pleasuring a woman. But the bath could wait, and those lessons with it. There was time.
Julie stopped Joe's forward movement just at the edge of the bed. While looking him in the eyes, her hands went to the fly of his trousers. She undid the fastener and began to slowly tug at the zipper. When she'd completed this task, she pulled the shirt up and out of the pants. As if completing some sacred ritual, she slowly unbuttoned the shirt, beginning with the bottom button.
As Julie finally reached and undid the top button, Joe was beside himself. When she read his eyes, she quickly moved her hands down to the waistband of his underpants and wormed them down into them far enough to enfold his cock. Her eyes never left his. Joe had never felt, had never imagined, anything like the connection he now felt. His orgasm had already begun when Julie's warm hands reached his cock. But now, with her eyes on his, those palms encircling his hardness, he felt like cuming forever. And he pumped her hands full, gently rocking forward and back while steadying his stance by holding onto the nearby bed's headboard.
What happened next made Joe's knees buckle. When he had finally delivered all of his load, Julie removed her hands from his pants and brought them to her breasts. She slowly rubbed her cum-drenched palms all over her breasts. They were shiny and wet and inviting.
Julie sat down quickly on the edge of the bed and tugged Joe down onto his knees in front of her.
"Lick me clean," she invited, half-questioningly, half-demandingly.
Joe's hands swiftly reached for her sticky breasts and his lips went hungrily to the right one. He attempted to engulf the entire breast in his mouth. Julie gently pulled back his head, shaking hers in a sideways motion. She murmured the word "nipple" and directed his head back to her breast hoping that the one-word instruction would be enough to get him to focus on the sensitive part of her breast.
Joe's lips went around Julie's right nipple and he sucked lightly, tasting, not for the first time, his own cum. "Harder" was the next word Joe heard Julie utter. He sucked harder, and suddenly an unbidden image came to his mind - his mother. Had he suckled her as an infant? He didn't know, but the image was there anyway. Just as quickly, it faded and he focused again on Julie.
"Here. Let me show you." And Julie lightly pushed Joe from her and grasped the collar of his shirt, pulling it down his arms and back and tossing it to the floor, wrong-side-out. In a swift move, Julie exchanged places with Joe - her on her knees on the floor and Joe seated on the edge of the bed. She reached up with both hands and took his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She rubbed his stiff nipples, pinching them with increasing pressure, gauging his eyes and facial expressions to determine his reaction.
Out of Joe's slightly parted lips came a moan. Evidently, Julie had hit upon something he enjoyed. She continued massaging his right nipple with her fingers but moved her mouth to his left. She took it between her teeth and lightly grazed it. Joe's arms clamped tightly around Julie's shoulders. She then sucked on the left nipple, fastening tightly on it and moving her lips quickly. The smacking noises she made heightened Joe's pleasure and he moaned even more loudly than before. He'd started to move his torso forward and back, feeling himself becoming aroused again.
Julie switched positions of her mouth and fingers, moving her eager lips and tongue to the right nipple now. She began to pinch the left nipple with more fervor than before. Joe responded in the manner she'd hoped. He suddenly lifted her off the floor and tossed her onto her back on the bed. He shifted his body to her side and eagerly encircled her right nipple with his mouth. He sucked hard and noisily, smacking and licking and driving Julie wild. His right hand manipulated her left nipple, pinching and pulling. Her body rocked in anticipation.
Finally, eager to move along, Julie took Joe's head in her hands and moved it down toward her navel. He kissed and licked his way south, heading to the rosy-pink panties. When he finally reached the edge, he slid his tongue between her warm skin and the fabric. It was Julie's turn to gasp. She wanted him in her, but was enjoying the buildup as well.
Joe hooked his fingers into the panties and pulled them down, Julie's legs bending at the knees to shorten the arc of removal. Joe rose to his knees, savoring this position to view his love's most private parts. He stared at her shaved lips. Smooth, inviting. Wet with anticipation. Joe needed no lesson for his next move. He had dreamed of it often. He leaned over and began gently kissing her mound, allowing his lips and tongue to travel in circles as his hands rested on her hips. Julie's legs parted, outer thighs bent down to the sheets, knees slightly crooked.
Joe again came to his knees, and he smiled at what he continued to look at - the neatly trimmed little V-shape patch of hair on her mons veneris and the slick vulva below. Moisture glistened between her legs, accentuated by the light from the bedside lamps. Julie reached for his hands, directing them between her legs.
Joe needed little encouragement and his hands quickly reached her inner thighs to pull them wider and provide an even better view. Julie smiled up at him, a smile that seemed an invitation. Joe brought his face to her pussy, insinuated his tongue, and took a long swipe between her lips. Julie shivered, no, shuddered. Joe liked the feeling of making her shudder and ran his tongue slowly along her slit again.
He looked up at her. Her eyes were closed. But when she realized he was looking at her, she opened her eyes and spoke.
