Heather met me at my place and, with the heat and humidity, she looked very hot (in both senses of the word) in her cargo shorts and baby blue tank top. It was clear that she was braless and her broad chest and strong shoulders were accentuated by the shirt. Her hair was up and I could see the perspiration on the back of her neck. She buoyantly suggested we go get some cool drinks and we walked to a nearby café where we sat outside in the glorious sunlight sipping our iced coffees and chatting. A slight breeze was blowing and her face looked simultaneously sad and mysterious as she told me about her latest flings with various men. None of them meaningful, all of them ending in sex. I wondered to myself if there would be any men in town left for her to conquer by the end of the year if she keeps up this pace.
We had a few drinks before the meal and we chatted together some more about men and relationships and so forth. I batted my eyes at her a bit and she looked intrigued. The sun was still hot and the drinks were going right to my head. Finally our food came and we shared from each other’s plates. At dinner we figured where we’d go for dancing, but it was clear that she didn’t have the proper attire for a Saturday night out on the town. I told her we should return to my apartment and that I’d dress her up nice. As we walked there, I just wanted to hold her hand and walk together hand-in-hand under the shade of the trees, but I kept myself in check, at least for the walk.
When we got to my place I threw open the closet and began piling up various skirts and blouses on the bed. She peeled off her tank top and slipped out of her shorts. There she stood in my bedroom, merely wearing a tiny thong and she looked so delicious I could have eaten her up right then and there. But, instead, she tried on and removed outfit after outfit. I have to say that the getting dressed and undressed repeatedly was a real turn on for me. I was so wet in my panties from just the clothing changes, but I kept it all to myself. I didn’t want to scare this young fawn away. We finally decided on a short black skirt for her with a sexy top that had a plunging neckline, revealing her ripe, full breasts. She said she felt “scandalous” in my clothes, and it was as if every single act of the day was the perfect prelude to our night.
We left my apartment around nine and hopped on the subway. In the station, on the train, and even walking down the street to the dance club, we were attracting attention and whistles. I was wearing my short skit and pumps with a slightly transparent top revealing my sexy black lace bra underneath. We looked good and everyone knew it.
At the club we were let right in by the bouncer and we got drinks and danced a bit. After a while, some friends met us there and we all danced together, but they were going off to meet other people at a bar. Heather turned to me and said, “Tell me, what do you want to do; go with them or stay here and dance? I’m fine either way.”
I said, “I want to dance tonight.”
She winked at me and said, “Good” as she took my hand and rushed back into the now very crowded dance club. This is where my recollection of the night gets blurry. Not because I had so much to drink, but because things grew so heated so quickly. All the lead-up of the day suddenly exploded with the raw movement of the crowd in the club.
Back in the gyrating, faceless dark of the dancehall, Heather grabbed me around my hips and turned me around, facing away from her. She then pulled me back into her and began grinding into me, pushing her pelvis into my ass with abandon. Oh, my ass loved it and was eager for more of the same! As if a bomb had gone off, every man in the place immediately turned his stupid heads to us, as if we were in a spotlight. Men with their dates, single guys, and even some of the women all were crowding around us like bees converging on honey. I was feeling faint as if I was having an out-of-body experience. I heard people cheering us on. I felt the stray gropings of men who were just looking to touch us. I felt strangers’ hands on my hips and ass, and a few men trying to touch my hair. This uninvited fondling wasn’t helped by the fact that Heather was intentionally lifting my skirt higher and higher to reveal to the crowd more and more of my thigh and even some of my ass and thong.
I turned around and was in Heather’s arms and I could see she was reveling in the leering looks of the men. She then stuck out her right leg and placed it between my legs and pulled me into her so that my body was riding up and down on her thigh. I was wet with both perspiration and excitement and I slid up and down her leg from her knee to her groin like she was my stripper pole. But the push of the crowd, the lack of oxygen, the heat and the physical exertion all made me feel quite light in the head. I told her I needed to get outside. She agreed and grabbed my hand again and before I knew it we were on the street hailing a cab.
I don’t remember much about the cab ride back to my place except that Heather was in a very excited and impatient state. Did we talk? What did we say? I don’t really recall. But before too long we were at my apartment. As we entered — it was passed one in the morning by now — not only were my roommates up and awake, but they had company over. I quickly introduced them to Heather and then she and I retired into my room with a little giggle, like little girls having their first slumber party.
We got into the bedroom and she removed her (actually my) skirt and blouse. I did the same and we both hopped into bed in just our thongs. A candle was burning on the night stand and we were lying facing each other, speaking softly. She rubbed my arm and caressed my face and played a little with my hair. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I recall saying goodnight to her and rolling over. I wanted her to make the first move. I wanted to be dominated by her. I wanted to know that she wanted me.
I wasn’t disappointed.
She pulled me close to her body as she spooned me tightly and warmly. It was hot in my room that night but I didn’t mind the heat of her body radiating on mine. Her hand moved slowly from around my waist up to my breasts where she gently, furtively felt her way around before reaching forward with her mouth to kiss my shoulder and up from my shoulder to my neck and from my neck to behind my ear and then, gently, but with authority, rolling me onto my back and propping herself up, moved in to kiss me on the lips. My mouth opened to invite her tongue to embrace mine.
She climbed on top of me and pressed her body down on mine — flesh upon flesh — and she put her open mouth on mine with restrained energy and power. Her mouth explored mine and then moved on to my neck, my chest, my breasts, my nipples. My entire torso heaved upward to meet her warm, wet mouth and to be sucked and caressed in a way that I’ve missed — to be passionately taken by the softness of another woman’s mouth. She knew just what to do and I responded to each and every flick of her tongue.
But then she took me by surprise and gently, but with authority, rolled me over so that she was under me and I was now dominating her. I suddenly understood that she wanted me to dominate her, to take her in my arms and be firm with her. She lifted her face to kiss me and receive my kisses as her legs spread wide and I could feel her rubbing up against my hips. I could feel her bare little feet wrapping around my legs and bringing me in to her ever more tightly. I assisted and pressed in with my waist and dry fucked her as I kissed her. My arms reached around her head and cradled her paternalistically at first, but then my fingers instinctively grasped her hair and held her tightly. I lifted her head to my breasts and silently commanded her with my hands to kiss my tits and suck my nipples. I was controlling her every move with the manly strength of my arms and hands.
I kissed her mouth and her cheeks and slid down to her neck and kissed and licked the curve of her neck and shoulder. I saw her nipples in the candlelight throbbing for my touch and I didn’t disappoint. I rubbed them with my hand and then teased them with my fingers and then licked them with my tongue and sucked on those delicious upright, erect beads with my full mouth. I lightly bit and nibbled at them just the way I like you to do to me. They responded by becoming even harder, if that was possible. She let out a few small moans and groans and her body slithered and swerved beneath me. She held her hands up above her head as if she were tied to the bedposts and then she brought them down and pressed on my back, hugging me and pulling me in closer to her beautiful full breasts.
I kissed lower, down to her firm six-pack abs and I was unsure of how far I should or would go, but when I kissed my way down to her lovely navel, I could smell her dripping sweetness from below — that lovely scent that I’ve missed. When my nose sensed, like an animal, her in heat, I knew that I couldn’t stop. I asked her if I could remove her panties and she slowly slid them off herself without a word. In the dim candlelight I could make out the soft fuzz of her little, well-trimmed landing strip, the slit of her clean, bare pussy, and the fleshy pink of her sweet pussy lips. Before plunging in with my mouth, I tested the water, literally. I moved my fingers down to between her legs and, ever so slightly, rubbed her clit and then moved down to put one finger in her cunt. I was barely an inch into her incredibly tight pussy — she has the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt, other than my own — and suddenly her body convulsed and her tight cunt was just like an overripe tomato that, when barely touched by human hands to be picked from the vine, explodes with all its watery juices all over the hungry fingers touching it. She soaked my entire hand and then I quickly moved my mouth down to her lower lips to lap up all her sweet juice with my thirsty tongue. I used my mouth and hands on her and she came again and again, screaming in the bed. I thought of my roommates and their guests in the next room. I thought to myself, ‘Why doesn’t she cover her face with a pillow or something?’ but I realized, I think she wanted them to hear us, though she was definitely screaming uncontrollably. Maybe she just wasn’t aware of what she was doing, but I certainly was. The roommates must be able to hear this feral cat screeching in the night. Her hands moved down and held my head in place between her legs and I kept eating her no matter the very audible noises she made.
After some time of her cumming in wave after wave all over my face, she pulled me up to her and kissed my mouth — dripping with her pussy juices — and lapped it all up. She then turned me over on my back and pulled down my panties and returned all the favors I had done to her. As she spread my legs and looked at me from below, she said, “My God, you are so hot!” Then she dove in with full force. Her hands reached up to caress my breasts as her face was between my legs. She masterfully licked and flicked my throbbing clit. I was so erect, my clit felt huge and fleshy compared to hers. My fingers went down instinctively to rub it and I felt her tongue on and between my fingers. She slid first one, then two, then three, and then all four fingers into my soaked pussy as she licked and she fucked me with her hand. Her entire body rocked back and forth (as if she, herself, were being fucked from behind) as she fucked my pussy with her hand and sucked my clit between my own self-pleasuring digits. She said, “You taste so sweet. You are so sweet. I want you. I want you.” She pulled out her dripping fingers and she moved her tongue down from my clit over my pussy lips and back up again a few times to lap up all my flavor, and then she slowly slid her tongue down my pussy lips and, with her hands she spread me wide and inserted her tongue as far as she could into my cunt as I continued to manipulate my clit. It felt amazing.
I lifted my ass up off the bed and she got the hint. “Tease me,” I said. “Tease my ass.” She moved her fingers to that special spot and her mouth slowly worked its way down to my perineum. She licked my ass and gave me the most wonderful rim-job. She flipped me over and stuck her hand in my pussy and fucked me with her four fingers as her tongue ate me out from behind. She continued like that for some time before we both collapsed exhausted on the bed, soaked with our pussy cum, sweat, and saliva.
But, darling, you know me. I wasn’t done yet. She was lying on her back with her legs spread, airing out her hot, hot pussy. I was on my tum. With my left hand I reached over to her breasts and caressed them a little more. Her nipples were still so hard. I was hungry for them. I licked them with my tongue. I could tell she was drifting off. I whispered to her, “Do you mind if I touch myself?”
“Not at all,” she whispered back. My left hand roamed down to her clit, which I stroked ever so gently in unison with my own stroking of my clit. After about ten or fifteen minutes of rubbing and sucking her tits, I came again. She may have already been asleep. I fell to the bed and hugged her from behind — I the big spoon and she the little — and we both slept like that naked the rest of what remained of the night. But my last thought before I fell asleep was of you.
I woke up the next morning as the sun was peeking through the drawn curtains. Beautiful Heather was sleeping next to me, soundly. My first thought was of you and I grabbed my phone and texted you to say good morning. I immediately wanted to tell you everything and share every intimate moment with you, but I realized that I still had company. It was, I might say, a pleasant realization. As I slowly awoke from my groggy state, I also realized that I was still naked, as was she. I don’t know why I might have thought that I had put on pajamas — or even panties — but the thought of her sexy body in bed next to mine was making me excited all over again. I know it’s horrid of me, but I was a bad girl. I touched myself and thought all sorts of bad-girl thoughts about the previous night with Heather and, as I watched her quietly breathing, her breast gently flowing up and down, I stroked my pussy lips ever so slowly and lightly. I still had my phone in my hand and I went to your blog — the one where you call me Lo — and I read it as she lay beside me sound asleep. I came. I came many times. I had to stifle my moans and swallow my screams and bite my lip, but I came so much my hand was soaking in my own juices. I felt for sure I’d wake Heather up, but she didn’t stir. Eventually I had to get up to pee and brush my teeth and wash up (I felt so dirty). I got out of bed and walked over to the closet to get my robe. When I turned around, robe in hand, I saw Heather’s eyes looking at me naked. There I was, completely exposed, not in the dim light of a night time candle, but in the full flush of daylight. She smiled a most self-satisfied smile and I walked over to her and kissed her good morning. I told her I’d be right back. I grabbed my towel and pulled out my dildo — the housewarming present you gave me, darling — and I rapped it in my towel. I put on my bathrobe and went to freshen up.
Heather must have been tired; she didn’t try to follow me. In the shower I took care of business and returned to the bedroom where I found Heather completely naked on the bed. She had removed the sheets and was lying with her legs spread, slowing rubbing her pussy, waiting for me. I told her, “I’m sorry, Heather. I have to run this morning. I’ve got to get to a 4th of July cookout by noon.”
She replied, “No worries. I just finished anyway.” I gave her a kiss on the lips and we both got dressed and had some coffee and she drove me to your place. Before I jumped out of the car, her hand grabbed mine and she pulled me in for a full kiss on the lips and she said, “I. . . I really liked everything. Thank you.”
[Excerpt from the story “Lo Goes Down,” in the book Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume I: Nymphomania and the Single Girl]