mtm0056@star.tamu.edu (08/02/90)
I'm going to leave this exactly as she wrote it. If you want to make any
comments about, I can forward them to her.
With a Slip of the Tongue
---- The Cunning Linguist
It's fun to eat out.
"I take bad girls, and turn them around."
"What? My tongue in your tail? Come again."
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... I watched her walk across the room, her dark hair brushing
her shirt collar and her hazel eyes watching the other women in her path.
She had a sort of animal grace and self-confidence about her that had
immediately attracted me the first time we met (two weeks ago). Thoughts
of her thighs wrapped around my head and my tongue gently teasing her
had started to keep me awake at night, and I was rather obsessed with
wanting to go to bed with her. Obviously, I wasn't the only one with
similar thoughts, judging from the way a few of the other women were
staring at her as she walked past.
Finally she came back to our cozy little table for two, a Miller
Lite in each hand. I sneaked a peek at her muscular thighs bulging
against her Levi's as she sat down across from me. Our eyes met as she
handed one of the beers to me and, of course, I was the first to look
away, afraid that she would see the attraction I had for her. We had
been sort of "doing things" together but not really going out on real
dates and I still couldn't tell if she was in any way romantically
interested in me or not. Being the shy person I am, there was absolutely
NO WAY that I would have even thought about making a pass at her so
I was reduced to hoping she would make some moves on me. So far there
had been zilcho.
Sitting next to her in her car one night, I was mesmerized by
her feet. Yes, it sounds silly, but she had a pair of the most attractive
feet I had ever seen and I was dying to touch them. We drove to a small
beer joint to meet a couple of her friends from the rugby team and after
a while I was feeling pretty good. Her friends went on to a party later,
but we didn't really feel like going. Instead, we went over to her apartment
and watched "Die Hard" on her VCR. I had seen the movie before so my mind
wasn't really on what was happening on screen. My thoughts kept wandering...
one of the most persistent visions that I saw in my mind's eye was the look
in her eyes as she hesitantly bent her head to kiss me.
Reality intruded rather abruptly when the movie was over and the lights
were turned on. Her hair was a little out of place on one side from where
she had been leaning against the foot of the couch. She looked so vulnerable
and alluring that I just stared at her, open-mouthed. A quizzical look
came over her face as she stood up, holding her hand out to me to help me
up off the floor. I was very embarassed, just knowing that she had seen
the naked desire in my eyes and had rejected me for anything other than
friendship. I put my hand in hers and allowed her to pull me up; her touch
was electrifying. My breath caught in my throat and my face was flushed
(thank God the room was lit poorly!). We exchanged some light discussion
about the movie, her friends, her dog and my cat, and various other
dull and mundane things.
After we had finished our open beers, she asked me if I would like
to take a walk out at the park. "Sure!" I replied, only too eager to get
out of the close confines of her living room where her presence filled
it and threatened to overwhelm me with pure animal lust. She and I put
our sandals on and went outside...
The moon was about three quarters full and gave us enough light
to see where we were walking, but not enough to clearly see the expressions
on each other's faces. We didn't speak; we were content to walk in silence
and enjoy the warm night air and shadowy trees. Soon we came to a bridge
over the pond and we stopped to look at the water. "It sure is nice out
here," she said in her throaty, sensuous voice.
"Yeah, it is," I agreed. Silence descended upon us once more. I
noticed that she was gripping the railing pretty hard and staring down
at the water. I leaned up next to her and breathed in her wonderful musky
cologne. I could hear her breath coming in sighs like she was nervous about
something and I had almost gotten the nerve up to ask her what was wrong
when she asked,
"So... How would you feel if I were to ask you out?"
I was completely dumbfounded. If she was hinting at what I thought she was...
"You mean like on a date or something?" sometimes my extreme wit
and intelligence astounds me.
"Well, I mean like... well, what I'm trying to say is..." she let
out a heavy sigh and continued, "I find you attractive, and I was
wondering if maybe you felt the same way."
I looked at her and waited a moment for emphasis (and also to
clear my head) and replied,
"I would love to go out with you. I find you very attractive too."
She looked into my eyes searchingly, hesitated, and asked,
"May I kiss you?"
"Yes..." was my reply as I tilted my face up, my eyes never leaving
hers. Slowly she moved closer until we were inches apart. My heart was
pounding and my breath was shallow from the excitement she was causing in me.
Her lips touched mine, and they were warm, vibrant, and skilled. As we kissed,
her hand went to the back of my neck and stroked it lightly, giving me goose
bumps and chills running up my spine. As we continued to kiss, we pressed
our bodies together and put our arms around each other. I could feel myself
becoming aroused, almost to the point of no turning back. With a large amount
of effort and discipline I withdrew from our kiss and gently pushed her a
little away from me.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," I replied, "I'm just about to the point where I don't
want things to end. That's all."
"Oh," she smiled knowingly and happily, pleased with her abilities
to get such a strong response out of me with just one kiss, "Wanna go back
to the house?"
"Sure," I was on cloud nine! I couldn't believe that she felt the
same about me as I felt about her! All the way back to the house we talked
about safe, trivial things and all the while I could not get the feel of
her warm lips on mine out of my head.
We sat on the couch together and listened to some music. She had one
arm around my shoulders and her free hand was in mine. Not a word was
spoken; we merely reveled in the feel of our hands stroking the other's
fingers and palms. She turned to me and started kissing my forehead and
cheeks. I turned my head slowly until our lips met and we kissed long and
deep for a very long time. Her breath came faster and faster in matching
cadence with mine, and our hands explored each other's bodies. She was just
as hard and muscular as she looked as I soon found out. I was excited by
the feel of her shoulders, back, arms, and legs as well as by the actions
of her hands stroking, caressing, and massaging me all over. The old
familiar ache in my crotch was going strong and I was having trouble
keeping my knees held close together. My hand went to the back of her neck
and with a sharply intaken breath she convulsed in a chill that ran all
the way up her back. My neck was starting to get a little stiff from
turning my face to her so I alleviated the problem by climbing up onto
her lap, facing her. Our lips didn't lose contact for a second in the
process. My thighs straddling her lap gave her great access to my body and
with an appreciative "Mmmmmmmm!" she took full advantage of the situation.
She touched me everywhere; my shoulders, my chest, my tits, my thighs, my
back, my ass, my face, my neck, and anything else she could reach. Of course
I was returning the attentions in a likewise fashion... Soon we were both
breathing hot and heavy, and I was squirming around on her lap. The ache
in my crotch was now nearly unbearable and I had to rub up against her
waist to relieve some of the discomfort. She brushed against one of my
hardened nipples with her thumb, causing me to thrust my pelvis against
her involuntarily as a small moan escaped my throat. "You know that if we
don't stop now, we'll end up in my bedroom, " she said against my shoulder.
"It's too late for that," I replied.
"Oh yeah?" she slowly reached down my stomach to end up between my
legs. I bucked up against her and threw back my head from the force of the
wave of excitement that washed over me from her touch.
"Let's go," and with that she took me by the hand and pulled me
to her bedroom.
Once inside with the door shut and quiet music playing in the
background, we undressed each other, careful to tantalize whatever flesh
we could come in contact with in the process. She sat me down on her bed
and pushed me back slowly, kissing me and pressing her body next to mine.
I spread my legs and she lay down on top of me between my thighs, our pubic
bones pressed together. Still kissing, we stroked each other and started
thrusting our hips at each other. I struggled to match her rhythm as I
started to lose control of my coordination, but it was a losing battle.
Soon I had to rely on her to keep up the good work as all I could do was
drown in the sensations rising from my clitoris to my vagina to my belly
and up. I ran my hands up and down her back to her ass and around to her
upper thighs. Quiet moans escaped her with every breath and I found myself
answering those moans with groans of my own. We could not kiss; we were
concentrated on the feelings of our bodies straining against one another,
feeling the heat from between our legs encompass us, and the sweat pouring
off of us. Her weight felt good on me and I was sorry when she lifted
herself off and moved down, kissing my body passionately all over. But, I
wasn't sorry for long when she reached the hottest spot of all. Her tongue
touched my clitoris and I let out an involuntary moan. It felt so hot and
wet and good and she moved it to make it feel even more hot and wet and
good until I could no longer think in complete sentences and my back arched
up and my entire crotch was so wet I could feel it dripping down to my ass
and my leg muscles clenched and unclenched with the pleasure and I tried to
be quiet because her roommate was home but I just couldn't hold back the
moans and I tried to bite back the screams so that they came out quietly and
it felt so hot and wet and her tongue was so hot and wet and it made me jerk
and press up against her tongue that was so hot and wet and good and I could
hardly breath I was panting so hard and I couldn't hear the music over my
moaning and I could feel the vibrations through her tongue that was so hot
and wet from her own moans that came out with her every breath and I could
feel her pelvis grinding rhythmically into the bed as she became excited by
my moans and panting and wetness and my taste as her tongue moved so hot
and wet and good and then it was so hot and wet and good that I couldn't
stand it and still she went on and on until I exploded from my clitoris
outward and I screamed even though I tried to hold it back I just couldn't
and I pushed up hard against her tongue and she worked it until she
could get no more response from me than that from a rag doll.
Totally spent, I almost passed out right there. She wiped her face
on my inner thighs and pulled herself up to collapse on top of me. Her weight
was comforting to me, and her soft kisses on my face and neck were so tender
and gentle that I struggled to return them. "Shhhh," she stroked my shoulder,
"Just relax," and I dozed off in her arms as she stroked my now lifeless
body and smoothed my hair. The last thing I remember is drinking some water
that she held to my lips before falling asleep next to her, only to wake up a
very satisfied Kitten in the morning.
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