Wet Paint

Lee in the first hour she knew me pulled her jeans around her knees, pulled up her shirt and masturbated as I watched; as I photographed her face. What a lovely introduction to her. Her face reminds me of sex every time I see a picture of her.

Later that evening she held space, wearing a red dress and red pumps, as I knelt in front of a mirror. I masturbated as she described how she planned to fuck her boyfriend later that night, moaning as she spoke to me.

I fucked my ass. Then soon I orgasmed into my palm grunting with my face exposed, lapping myself up and smearing my wet hands on my face. We went to bed and cuddled each other all night like little kids.

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I didn’t see her for more than eight months. We corresponded a bit, though her life was complex, between school, taking care of her children and working as a teacher. Her existence seemed to be dominated by kids and Montesorri school stuff.

One day recently she wrote to me and said she was planning to come over, and soon enough she arrived, announcing herself by a quiet tap on the door.

I opened it and she was standing there in wearing a black lace dress and black patent leather heels. She was tall, looking right into my eyes and then downward, demurely. Her curly dark hair swayed as she strode in on long, elegant legs that took long moments to reach the floor. We embraced and she seemed to snatch me closer for a moment, then let go.

She looked at my face and I looked at her’s, seeing a women bred to have what used to be known as poise: a relaxed, attentive elegance. Her eyes did not seem to gaze but search, drawing me toward her again.

Her body softened and opened as I hugged her gently, and felt her relax and melt. In a few moments our mouths embraced and sucked one another first delicately and then aggressively.

Then I was sucking her nipple. My hands clung to her waist as she slid back on a big heavy bar stool and sighed with pleasure.

We moved onto my bed and embraced.

“There’s something I want,” she said softly into my ear.

“What’s that?”

“I want you to tie my legs open.”

She had lovely, long, strong legs, that strode in her classic black pumps beneath her skirts, curving into a womanly little ass that was a delight to think about.

Then I imagined her legs pulled apart and restrained; I let the pleasure of that image, and that idea, percolate through me. I kissed her and got up and got from my supply cabinet a roll of bright yellow Wet Paint tape that was leftover from a photo shoot a few years earlier. Coming back to bed, I helped her slip out of her dress and bodice, and I clasped her wrists. I laid her down and guided her hands toward the heavy black bar stool she had just been sitting on. I tied her wrists together and then to the metal foot bar. I slid her down away from the stool so that her arms and wrists were pulled tight.

I kissed her mouth luxuriously. Then, gratuitously, I traveling across her belly in a series of kisses, I took advantage of the moment and inhaled a long, deep and sensuous sniff of her cunt.

I had no idea how she would smell though I was certain I would like it. I did. I sniffed her again deliciously, kissed the puff of her hair, made out with her mouth a few moments, and went back to restraining her.

I bent her knee gently and wrapped the stretchy yellow tape around it, so that it was partly immobilized; then the other; and her knees dropped open. Once again I leaned into her vulva and drew in her scent.

One leg I tied to the other bar stool, and her other leg to a thick drain pipe that ran down the wall. She was splayed. Her face was sweet as she laid with her eyes closed and her head tipped to the side. Her vulva was beginning to blossom and her pussy was so wet moisture was beginning to collect in clear little beads.

“Is that adequate?” I asked her.

“Thank you,” she said. “I feel perfect.”

Her plump breasts were pulled taut, and her nipples stood erect. I sucked one half expecting milk to spray into my mouth. She had such a mama’s body from birthing three times. She moaned delightfully and with the feeling of gratitude as I sucked and wrapped my tongue and lips around her nipple and areola. Then the other, clasping her waist.

Then I indulged myself in smelling her armpits, first one, then the other, then I licked them both, tasting her sweat with greedy thirst.

Once again I sniffed her cunt, now more obviously playing with the tension of her desire. Spread open like that, helpless and free, I knew what she hoped was coming. She was generous about wanting her cunt licked — especially when her knees were apart like that and her anatomy was plump and erect and inviting.

I sniffed again, and this time I moaned and let go of my restraint and in one gesture slipped my tongue into her vaginal opening as I kissed and delicately sucked in her labia.

The pleasure flushed through both our bodies, and the embrace through our souls. From this moment there was no more tease. We engaged one another in the most elegant, thirst-filling cunnilingus. I stroked her belly and clasped her hips as I sucked and drank. Her fingers clasped my head and stoking me, expressed her pleasure.

Then I retreated and licked in a circle around the contours of her labia, and that rim of muscles around the vagina at the top of her thighs, and then once again proceed to suck her until she moaned and let go with a little gush that I swallowed as her belly was contracting and relaxing through her climax.

I kissed her belly as she settled down to Earth. I felt her breathe and relax and, gradually, I drew my lips down, past the soft muff of her hair, which was collecting her scent copiously, and then I brought my tongue onto her clit lightly, feeling the perfect tension flow through her and then she growled and moaned as she came again, into my mouth.

Somewhere in the midst of this I asked her if she had fucked recently. She said yes, that her boyfriend had fucked her three days earlier. She said that she was on her hands and knees when it happened and that he’d held her hips and thrust into her until he lost control.

Had he spilled himself into her? She said that he had. That pushed my thirst again and I licked out the inner spaces of her cunt with my tongue stretched as long as it would go.

Finally we were too exhausted to go on, and she was fully satisfied. I had my thirst filled like never before. I knelt beside her and moaned as I spurted semen onto her belly and breasts, her eyes gazing at the expression on my face as I did so, and then bathed in her…my face, my tongue, my mouth, she was my altar of self embrace.

Then she asked me to cut her free, which I did with a large kitchen knife.

I squished what remained of the thick, warm fluid between our bodes as I hugged her and we fell asleep like that, soaked in our sweat and my semen.

A few weeks later she called me and said she was pregnant. I had sucked and drank and smelled from her pregnant pelvis and cunt, and sucked breasts that would soon be making milk.

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