outside that way, in my own yard. I didn’t care that I was naked; I didn’t care
that my neighbors might see me. I didn’t care that any of a number of very
awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was
woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was
there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in
the dark. He’d had me, made me come twice, but he’d held off. I couldn’t have
that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,
grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn’t get away from me, because it was
important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment
then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life.
After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair
and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did
it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me
for a few moments, then very quietly he said, “You could become habit forming,”
and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the
house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he
put me in and followed. He didn’t let me do anything right away. He started on
my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one.
He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.
Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my
hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face,
pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told
myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my
thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle
strokes and movement. I’d relaxed but the last couple of minutes started my
…End of the part24. To be continued..
