"Come here and let me take care of you!" Tara purrs.
I eye the chaise lounge dubiously as I take a moment to reflect on our situation. I'd arrived here a half an hour ago hoping to meet the young lady working on designs for a tattoo I wanted. I'd called earlier to let her know I couldn't make it, but fortune had smiled on me and I'd gotten here about forty-five minutes after the scheduled time. I'd meant to just leave a note on the door. Honestly I had. A poorly locked door and some strange sounds had prompted me to enter the shop only to find Tara, the shop owner and woman I was supposed to meet, anally masturbating and sucking on her own cock. Yeah! You heard me right. This petite, full breasted, round booty girl has a working cock. And what a cock it is. Its long. Has to be ten or eleven inches hard, thick, heavy and solid, with a tapered head that's making my mouth water as I look at it.
Did I mention that it's still hard? Even after spewing a load that covered Tara from the tops of her breasts to her long, sable hair. I might've tasted it. Well...I guess you could say I was force fed it by Tara. At least the first little bit. After that I slurped it down like I'd signed up for a bukkake flick; I can still taste the salt and caramel flavored cum in my mouth. Yum! Anyway, its standing up just as proud as can be, flexing and bobbing like its waving and looking at me with its one good eye.
"C'mon, I want you." She reaches up from her prone position, wrapping her arm around me. Fingertips brush lightly across the hollow where my belly meets my hips, in that area just a twitch away from my curly pubes. It tickles!
"Ack," I squeak, moving back and to the side.
Tara asks, "Are you ticklish girly-girl?"
Yes!
"No."
Tara rolls off the seat with the grace and fluidity of the young, landing on the floor with one knee and one hand touching the ground. Her other foot touches the floor with just her toes and the ball of the foot, calf and thigh muscles bunched with potential motion. Her right hand hovers in the air, pointing in my direction as it moves side to side tracking me. The stance is somewhat feral.
"You sure?" she asks. "Because I think maybe you are. I think you might be very ticklish."
"Stop," I demand, raising my hands in the universal gesture. She does and in the quirky way that is almost unique to women I'm disappointed and a little miffed that she doesn't try harder. "Come here," I say holding my arms open wide. Tara's movements are powerful, fluid and graceful. Rising up without pushing off with her arms she glides over to me. The play of muscles and soft feminine curves is breathtaking.
I brush my lips across hers playfully, letting her know without words that I am open to more fun. Her response is tentative, questioning, her lips stiffer than I am familiar with. I'm reminded of how young Tara really is. Though she owns her own business, and has for more than three years now, she's still only twenty-six. On the other hand, at thirty-nine I've had enough partners to be secure that I'm an attractive lady and a good lay. I'm confident in my sexuality. It fuels my behavior in the bedroom; fuels my behavior in the tattoo parlor as well I guess.
"You looked very sexy when you were walking over here," I whisper in her ear.
"I look better in heels," she answers.
I lean down to nibble on her neck, moving up to suck on her ear before I answer, "I'm looking forward to seeing you in some."
My banter must loosen Tara up because I'm rewarded with another of the brief smiles. Her teeth really are extraordinarily white, but something about her smile is off. Maybe...
She distracts me by wrapping her arms around my waist, pulling me in close for a hug. Our difference in height means her head rests considerably below my shoulder while her breasts lay softly against my abdomen. God! They are so hot. Come to think of it, her whole body is warm, the warmth of someone who has just gotten out of bed or maybe someone who has been warming next to a fireplace. The heat transfer feels phenomenal and I find myself pulling Tara in closer, doing my best to meld our bodies so every part of my skin is in contact with hers.
Damn, I wish we were lying down!
Warm hands massage my lower back, squeezing and kneading muscles sore from sitting at a keyboard all day. They slide down over my hips, lower over the small mounds of my buttocks. I'm a lean girl, but I'm reasonably proud of my bottom. Though it is small, it is also round so I fill out the seat of my jeans, my skirts, and at the beach my bikini bottom peeks cute bubble cheeks. No sagging seats for this girl! Her hands glide over the globes of my butt, cupping and spreading the cheeks when they reach the apex of my thighs. Two quick squeezes and Tara's hands begin to glide over my cheeks again. The pattern repeats, glide, cup, spread, squeeze, glide, cup, spread, squeeze.
Shit! This chick is driving me nuts.
I'm about to steal a kiss, maybe more than one, when Tara's arm slides down to the middle of my thigh and lifts my right leg up, pinning it against her hip. Before I can stop her or voice a protest, she squats, grabs my other leg and lifts me into the air.
"Eeek," I squeal. "Put me down before you hurt yourself."
"Relax, I've got you," she answers, hazel eyes locked onto my chocolate brown orbs.
Surprised doesn't begin to cover what I'm feeling. For all her lush curves Tara is a very petite girl. Slim shoulders, tiny, narrow waist and rounded, but still slender hips and thighs makeup her physique. At a diminutive five-foot two inches tall I seriously doubt she weighs one hundred and twenty-five pounds. On the other hand, I'm lean and muscular from near daily workouts. Contrary to what tv and magazines would have you believe I'm not a hundred and thirty pounds. Not even close! So when Tara is able to support me, apparently without strain, I am amazed at the strength in her little body. I'm still tense for a few moments; I'm still in fear of being dropped. Eventually I relax and wrap my arms loosely around her neck.
"Ready?" she asks.
"Ready for what?"
"This!" Tara lowers me an inch or two, than raises me up in a slow controlled motion. Up and then down. Up and then down with her hard cock trapped between us. The tip is wet, leaving warm liquid trails on my lower belly and bellybutton. Hot shaft plows the furry garden of my pubes, no doubt providing a delicious tickle for my horny lover. I have a delightfully wicked idea! I wrap my legs tightly around Tara's buttocks, heels pressed tightly to her firm booty. I pull my feet toward my hips and my angle changes just enough that now my cleft is riding along the fever-warm shaft. The slick button of my engorged clit is being pulled and tugged along by Tara's up and down motion. Wetness begins to coat the burrowing cock and now I am humping along with her motion.
"Yeeessssssss," I groan, lost in the sensation of my weightless dry hump.
Tara whispers, "Lean down so I can kiss you."
