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PAISLEY PILLOWS Part B
PAISLEY PILLOWS
by Jeremy Edwards
(c) 1995
"That's a good question," I answered back, trying to match her
own expert straight face. "After all, all you said was 'Any re--
', and for all I know you could have been trying to say 'Any
reading of Wordsworth poems will have to wait until later' ".
"Yes, or 'Any retail store charges more than a wholesale
dealer.' "
" ' . . . for pianos,' " I added. At this point the weight of
the farce broke our belabored deadpan composure and we both began
to laugh. Our eyes met and I once again felt the overpowering
erotic appeal of Alicia's sensitive, playful face.
"I have another 'Any re--', I said when we'd finally stopped
laughing.
"Yes?"
"How about 'Any reason why I shouldn't take you in my arms and
kiss you right now?' "
Her answer was to cover the short distance between us in an
instant and envelop me in her own slender but sturdy arms. "Oh
Daniel, I've wanted to fuck you ever since you walked through the
door."
Well, I didn't need any more encouragement than that. "That
was at least 15 minutes ago, so we'd better make up for lost
time," I said breathlessly as my right hand encircled her narrow
waist and my left traveled up the inside of her light cotton
print skirt to clasp the right cheek of her bottom through her
ultra-brief panties. Her derriere felt as good as it had looked
beneath her skirt. It was a most inspiring masterpiece of
compact but fleshy curves, just soft enough to squeeze
deliciously but firm enough to hold its sleek shape.
"Umm . . . " she purred as I squeezed her, and I felt the
gentle pressure of her medium-sized breasts pressing against my
own chest. Her first closed-mouth kisses quickly evolved into a
series of the most electrifying French ones I'd ever experienced.
My fingers slipped inside her panties and began to insinuate
themselves into what I discovered to be a moist,
welcoming cunt. Alicia purred more emphatically.
My attention had been drawn to her gorgeous round breasts, and
so I unbuttoned the top few buttons of the low-necked plum jersey
she was wearing to expose the lovely globes. They beamed
enticingly out of the top of a delicate lilac bra. "Ooh, nice!"
I observed. "And I love colored underwear."
"Then you've come to the right place."
"That much I'd figured out already," I said with a smile.
She steadied herself on me to slip off her skirt and jersey.
Alicia now stood before me in her adorable lilac bra and a pair
of tiny purple panties, and she looked even lovelier than my
very-well-equipped imagination had predicted. Her perky torso
tapered from breasts to waist and sported a modest hint of tummy.
Her thighs were slender of line but of a full fleshy cast, and
they formed a very fetching presentation to her crotch. Over
all, the beauty of her legs could only be described as
statuesque. I also took a moment to glance down at her feet and
noticed that they were very cute in some striking but indefinable
way.
I was still fully dressed at this point, but Alicia now began
to rectify that. Obviously not one to evade the central issue,
she reached for the fly of my jeans and, in the spirit of some
great impresario, assisted my fully-primed member at making an
appearance in this house for the first time.
"Oh, it's big," she stated with obvious approval.
"It's average," I shrugged.
"Yeah, right -- and Rembrandt was an 'average' painter, I
suppose. Never mind, though, dear. I think modesty becomes
you."
"Do you have a bedroom?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" Alicia giggled as she led me by
the hand through a corridor which contained only a low bookshelf
and a threadbare but cozy-looking bit of carpet. "There!" she
said proudly once we stood inside her room.
"Paisley pillows and all!"
Yes, Alicia's bedroom did have an admirable feel to it. No
serious money had been spent, and yet it breathed a luxurious,
seductive ambience with its handsome second-hand oriental rug,
peacock-feather print curtains, various shapely colored glass
bottles dotting the shelves and tables, and, of the most
immediate concern to us just then, the large floor-level bed
covered in a fever of paisley.
We soon found ourselves seated together on the bed in the most
relaxed of attitudes. I quickly wiggled out of my clothes and
Alicia grabbed hold of my now fully-erect staff. "This is going
to be wonderful," she chirped as she leaned against a backdrop of
pillows and frigged me dextrously.
"Ahhh -- it already is!" I answered. I leaned forward and
grasped the leg-holes of her panties and worked the undergarment
down a few inches, providing myself with my first view of her
naked nether charms. Her lovely black pubic bush stood out in
artistic contrast to her creamy white upper thighs, and the hair
seemed actually to bristle with erotic energy -- in fact, it was
truly animated as Alicia gyrated her hips in sensuous
anticipation. I planted one kiss, then another on her mound and
thrilled to her responsive moans. Then I gently spun her over
onto her tummy and beheld her adorable bare bottom enchantingly
framed by the wrinkled, displaced panties. Here at the
antipodes, I found elements of the same endearing personality
which was molded into Alicia's face to be somehow reflected and
expressed in the curves and texture of her distinctive derriere.
"You have a lovely bottom," I gushed as my hand began to
caress the soft expanses of the item in question.
"Thank you. By the way, I adore having it touched," Alicia
answered with an intimate wriggle.
And touch it I did -- squeeze after squeeze, caress after
caress, fondling, kissing, running my hands and mouth all
over the cheeks, up and down the buttocks crack and then around
and under into the neighborhood of Alicia's moist cunt. At
several moments my cock even threatened to burst forth in a
premature shower of cum, so carried away was I with the abandoned
delight of feasting my hands and lips on the delicious meal of
this creamy round derriere and neighboring pussy. Alicia's cunt
got wetter and wetter and I myself came closer and closer to
climax until finally, laying mysef on top of her form so that my
cock pressed right up against the warm crack of her bottom, I
gasped, "I'm going to come soon, darling -- any suggested
venues?"
In an instant Alicia spun herself over with the practiced
skill and style of the bedroom acrobat she was. She hunched
forward and in another moment was attending to my cock with her
sensuous mouth.
For me, being sucked off by a skilled practitioner is the
epitome of passive sexual gratification. I reclined in sheer
ecstasy as I felt Alicia's tongue gingerly stimulating the head
of my prick. Soon she absorbed my entire cock into her mouth and
began a hungry sucking motion. She gurgled with pleasure at
every breath, and I for my part was letting forth a constant
stream of delighted groans. A giddy short time later, I rained a
copious ejaculation into her hot, eager mouth.
"Oh, man, delicious," my partner panted. I patted her hot
bottom and slipped her panties off the rest of the way. She
looked so thrillingly earthy and lewd wearing only her bra, naked
and candidly horny below the waist. "Oh wow, I'm so aroused.
Ohh . . . . " Her words melted into delighted murmurs as I took
my cue and plunged my face into her sopping crotch. I occupied
at least a full five minutes kissing her fragrant pussy, which
seemed to grow more and more lubricated with every kiss. "Ohh .
. . yes . . . yes . . . ," Alicia moaned, rocking around me in a
sexual frenzy. Then I inserted my tongue and worked it all
around the inside of her cunt, removing it for fleeting instants
now and again to lap at
the excited adjacent clitoris. Alicia was now beyond even
monosyllabic words and communicated her transports with
inarticulate throaty noises and through the vibrations in her
thighs, which I felt hot and perspiring against my ears.
Very soon my new darling shuddered with absolute ecstasy and
spent all over my welcoming face. I grabbed her thighs and felt
her abandon herself completely to uninhibited lustful tremors in
my very arms. Her almost-musical cry of pleasure stirred the
depths of my innards and prompted me to kiss her all over her
still-vibrating body. My roving lips traveled from the nape of
her neck to her marblesque shoulders, at which point I paused to
release her erect breasts from her bra. I tossed the dainty
garment aside and covered the delicious, happy globes with
kisses, then continued my kissing down and around to the crack of
her bottom, from there to behind her knees (a favorite spot, I
learned!), then to each of her splendid toes and back up her legs
to her cunt. My kisses then went back and forth between pussy
and clitty for some time, as Alicia purred luxuriantly.
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