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PAISLEY PILLOWS Part F
PAISLEY PILLOWS
by Jeremy Edwards
(c) 1995
"I have to say, I'm having a wonderful time with you," I said,
squeezing her bottom.
Now we really were hungry for actual, literal food. And so,
after a brief stop in the bedroom, where Alicia slipped on a pair
of silk panties that matched her aqua negligee, and I put on the
now-rumpled checked shirt in which I'd arrived, we concentrated
on throwing some breakfast together. The household boasted a
refrigerator full of strawberries and orange juice, and some
hearty oatmeal was also on hand for us hard-playing, calorie-
burning kids. We had the oatmeal and orange juice first. Then
we started in on the large, perfectly-ripe strawberries. They
were delicious, but even more delicious to me was, I discovered,
the pleasure of watching Alicia eat. Her sensuous mouth turned
every bite and nibble into an erotic little tableau, and the joy
of having her taste buds stimulated seemed to be almost orgasmic
to her. As I gazed raptly at Alicia slowly eating, I thought of
the highly-developed talent of this mouth -- and the personality
behind it -- to give and to receive pleasure. My penis tingled
with the memories of recent encounters it had shared with these
same lips and tongue which were now so intensely involved with
the lucky strawberries.
"Well," Alicia ventured when she'd had her fill of
strawberries and I had begun to clear away the plates. "Shall we
plan our day?"
It was clear without an excessive amount of discussion that
our basic inclinations as to the desirable activities for the
rest of this Saturday were (a) in agreement, and (b) similar in
spirit to the activities of Friday night and Saturday morning.
Aside from that happy agenda, we discussed a few more mundane
matters. Alicia had one or two errands to run. I needed to
package and mail off Jonny's discs and then pop by my apartment
for some clothes, since Alicia had assured me that, as far as she
was concerned, I need not plan on sleeping anywhere but in her
bed for the remainder of this weekend --
or indefinitely after that, for that matter. Which all suited me
fine, as I was quick to emphasize. We calculated that we'd be
rendezvousing back here in time for a late lunch, and so I
volunteered to pick up some delicacies at the grocery store.
"By the way, what time is your roommate returning?" I asked.
"Oh, Julia said to expect her around 6:00." Alicia hesitated,
then, with a twinkle in her eye, she gave my shoulder the sexiest
flicker of a caress with her magic fingers and said, "I think
you're going to like Julia."
"Well, I'm certainly fond of her roommate." I kissed Alicia
and her hand moved down to meet my rising prick. I instinctively
reached up underneath her to squeeze her soft pussy through the
damp silk of her panties. My caress became more vigorous as her
hand moved quickly up and down my shaft. We were both dancing
with pleasure now and sensing the mutual eagerness to reach a
quick, primordial climax through this reciprocal masturbation.
It only took seconds for us both to get there -- we gasped
giddily while I spurted cream all over Alicia's silk-covered
tummy and she soaked her panties with feminine nectar.
We decided our errands could wait another hour. So lunch
would be even later, that's all. I took a moment to wipe the
front of Alicia's negligee with a dishtowel, and then we headed
back for the bedroom. Alicia stepped onto the floor-level
mattress, and I admired her steaming pulchritude in the sexy
lingerie. I gazed fondly at the delicate shoulders on which hung
the dainty spaghetti straps, and at the proud plump shapes of her
tidy breasts as they pressed expectantly against the sensuous
silk. My eyes traveled to the hem of the negligee,
behind which I knew lay the moist silk panties I'd so recently
felt against my masculine palm. I took in the strong, shapely
thighs, glistening with perspiration. All this time Alicia stood
patiently still, appreciating that I was admiring her up and
down, and basking sweetly in my loving attention.
"You're so beautiful," I blurted out, stating the obvious. Then
I walked around the corner of the mattress to view Alicia from
behind. First I admired the snow-white texture of her upper
back, just enough of which showed beneath her raven hair and
above the aqua negiglee to reveal the exquisite shape of her
shoulder blades. The negligee of course followed the curve of
her torso down into her trim waist. Then we had what was, in the
context of the rear view, the piece de resistance, standing
monumentally between neat waist and creamy thighs -- Alicia's
illustrious derriere. I was practically salivating as I studied
the elegant round shape pushing against the nightdress from hip
to hip. And there, right at the very hem, which had hiked itself
up ever so slightly, peeked out the delicious round underside of
the left bottom cheek, clothed handsomely in the taut feminine
fabric of the silk panties.
This time for looking without touching was now at an end. I
stepped up onto the mattress and pressed my body up against
Alicia from behind. My cock throbbed against the crack of her
bottom through the two thin layers of silk, while my left hand
fondled the bottom of the left cheek. I worked my forefinger
inside the panties and tickled the doughy flesh, traveling
rightward until my finger was gently titillating the buttocks
crack. Alicia giggled and writhed and happily rubbed her bottom
up and down against my prick. Then I gently wrapped my right arm
around her tummy and pulled the two of us down onto the bed.
Alicia landed on all fours, her magnetic bottom thrust toward me.
I peeled her panties down slowly as she wiggled at me. I kissed
her ankles while sliding the damp lingerie off her feet. Then I
raised the tiny silk article to my face and pressed it up
against my nostrils, breathing deeply of Alicia's sweet feminine
fragrance. I now returned my attention to Alicia's delicious
behind, which I kissed all over as if I craved nothing else from
the entire universe. Finally I let my weight fall softly onto
Alicia's thighs, so that she sank to her tummy with me lying
on her
lower legs and clasping her hips. Her negligee was hiked halfway
up her bottom and I was in perfect position to make yet another
feast of the wonderful backside. I went into a frenzy of hot
kisses all over the curvaceous hemispheres and then switched to
an abandoned nibbling with my lips. Alicia was clearly loving
every second of this stimulation and kept wiggling her bottom to
invite more and more of it, which I feverishly and delightedly
supplied. Finally I sent my hand under her buttocks to check on
the status of her pussy, which I was not surprised to find as
damp and slippery as ever. I finger-fucked Alicia for a minute
while kissing her shoulder blades and the soft down on the nape
of her neck. Then she rolled over, moaning, and splayed her legs
in total readiness for my entry.
I was inside her in an instant. "How about we go slow this
time?" Alicia suggested.
"Whatever will please you the most is my unwavering priority,"
I affirmed.
"Your 'unwavering priority' has indeed been most pleasing from
the start. Right now it -- oooooh -- seems to have found some
new niche of erogenous potential to tickle way up inside me! Oh,
Daniel, you're managing to scratch some itches I never even knew
I had in here!"
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