Sundown Rendezvous

I found a place to put the coffee and sat down. Amy walked around behind me and slid her hands over my nipples. She was biting and licking my ear and purring in it.

"Go ahead," she murmured. "Get really hard. Play with it."

As she gently rubbed and pinched my nipples and licked my ear, I took hold of my cock and thrust my pelvis in the air. I was dripping again.

"That's it," she whispered. "Make it hard for me."

I fondled my balls with my left hand and stroked my cock with my right. She pushed her fingers hard into the centers of both nipples and slid her wet tongue into my ear, moaning and purring.

"Masturbate for me," she urged.

She licked and sucked on each ear. I arched my back and pelvis, and my ass came up off the chair. She sucked harder, and I stroked harder.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" She whispered, and before I could even nod my answer, I came all over myself.

"God, you really come, don't you?" she said.

Embarrassed, I looked down at the mess I had made.

Amy said nothing. She brought a warm wet towel from the bathroom, which I gratefully accepted and washed myself.

"Now you gotta clean my floor," she ordered. I bent down and started cleaning the semen off the floor in front of the chair. While I was doing that, she walked over to the sink and filled a bucket with soap and water.

"Might as well do the rest of the floor while you're at it," she ordered, and she set the bucket down in front of me. "I hate housework. Lucky I got you."

I was on my hands and knees cleaning my mess. Amy walked in front of me and opened the bottom of her nightgown to show me that beautiful pussy I had coveted for so long from the bar at the stage.

"If you want something from me, you gotta help me out."

Then she leaned over and smacked my ass.

"Are we cool?" she asked.

"I guess so," I answered.

She sat in a white furry beanbag chair opposite me, opened her nightie all the way, and spread her legs.

"Like what you see, don't you?" she asked. "Clean my floor really good, and I might let you lick it.

"The floor, or you?" I asked.

She laughed. "You clean the floor, then I'll decide."

She began massaging her wet clitoris and playing with those beautiful firm breasts. They stood straight out.

"A-cups, maybe B's," I guessed as I stared.

"Hey, hey! Get to work!" Amy ordered.

I wrung out the towel and went back to mopping her floor. My knees were killing me, but I didn't care as long as that beautiful pussy and those erect nipples were in front of me. I mopped under the table, moving the chairs, and cleaned every corner of the linoleum.

"I always thought you were cute," Amy told me, still fondling her breasts and masturbating, her pelvis just beginning to gyrate.

"And you are gorgeous," I sighed.

I finished cleaning the floor while she played with herself. She started breathing heavy and rolling her eyes. Her left hand caressed her hard nipples. Her breasts spiked the air like pointed mountains. She had her feet on the edge of the beanbag, and she was massaging her clitoris fast. I stopped mopping when she moaned, and I waited.

"Oh God!" she cried then arched her back in orgasm. I knelt in front of her, dripping towel in hand, and waited. I was hard again. Amy laid on the beanbag with her eyes closed.

"God, I'm horny," she said to the ceiling. I guess that was when she remembered me because she opened her eyes and saw me kneeling naked in front of her. I was awestruck.

"Show's over dude. Ain't you done with my floor yet?"

I didn't answer.

"Damn, I'm horny," she told me. "Can you believe it? Crawl over here and suck me."

I put the towel in the bucket. I didn't even have pants to dry my hands on.

"God damn. Are you hard again? Com'ere."

I knelt in front of her.

"Kiss me," she ordered.

I leaned over her, and she grabbed my head and shoved her warm soft tongue into my mouth. We kissed. Deep, hot, passionate kisses

"You kiss pretty good for a man," Amy said, then said, "Suck my titties."

As I sucked first one breast then the other, she played with my nipples.

I was amazed that after coming all over myself I could get hard again so soon.

She pinched my nipple with one hand and reached down to my groin with the other. She wrapped her fingers around my balls and pulled hard on my whole package. I sucked and licked her nipples. Her other hand, entangled in my hair, forced my face first over one breast, then the other. She pushed me away from her chest and down to her abdomen. I ran my tongue all over her tight muscle-rippled tummy pausing briefly at her navel. Her pelvis was already heaving.

"Suck me, Hon."

I fell prostrate on the wet linoleum in front of her and drew both of her outer labia into my mouth. I ran my tongue up to her clitoris and back down the labia. I licked and sucked and sucked and licked 'til I thought my tongue would fall out. My jaws ached.

"Suck me hard!" she ordered, and I sucked all the pussy that would fit into my mouth. The bit of hair that hadn't been waxed was thick and wet with my saliva. Amy wrapped her slender, strong legs around my shoulders and neck. I tried to gasp for air, but she wound her fingers in my hair, and shoved my face between her thighs. I thought I would suffocate, die, and go to heaven. Fuck, I thought I was in heaven! I thrust my tongue as far inside her as I could. She moaned and fucked my face. She was warm and soft and juicy. She tasted pink. I covered every inch of her pussy with my tongue then started biting her lightly. Right then she moaned, then screamed, and grabbed my face pulling it into her crotch with all her might. Just when I felt like I was going to die and my nose was going to break, she released my head and fell back catching her breath.

"God damn, boy! You suck pussy like a girl. And that ain't no insult, either."

I gasped for air and stared. She sat up smiling.

Then her look changed to serious—even scared.

"Holy shit! I gotta go to work."

I hadn't noticed, but the sun had set some time ago, and outside it was dark. Amy looked at the clock.

"I gotta go, Hon!"

She stood up, found a pair of jeans, and pulled them over her beautiful bare ass. She let the red nightie fall behind her and looked around for a top. My head was still spinning.

"God, she's hot," I thought to myself as I watched her run around the trailer, titties bouncing, looking for a blouse. She found a loose fitting sweatshirt, pulled it over her topless figure, and grabbed her car keys.

She turned to me, "You gonna be alright?"

"I will now."

"Now, don't you go nowhere. Promise?

I guess I wasn't. I didn't have clothes or a key or even know where they were. I guessed if they were really in her car, she would be taking them with her.

"Hope she doesn't rob me," I thought.

"Now you behave while I'm gone. You hear?" she said in her sexy country accent. "I gotta go. I'm late. Don't make any more messes while I'm gone, either. In fact, if you got nothin' else to do, why don't you clean house for me, Hon'. I'll make you glad you did," she winked. Then she looked worried again and exclaimed, "Shit! Am I in trouble! Gotta go, Sweetie."

The image of her dancing at the club came to mind. That warm, wet, delicious pussy sliding up and down the pole on the stage, with all those horny, frustrated bastards at the bar just wishing they could just get a short whiff of what I just had a mouthful of! The taste of her was fresh in my mouth.

"Break a leg," I told her more feebly than I meant to.

She unlocked the padlock and took it with her. Then I heard it click shut on the other side. I heard her car start up and throw gravel as she sped off. I sat up on the beanbag, without a thread of clothes, almost in a trance, hardly believing what had just happened. Here I was, alone, naked and exhausted locked inside the house trailer of the hottest dancer—hell, the hottest woman— I had ever seen or even dreamt of.