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PAISLEY PILLOWS Part H
PAISLEY PILLOWS
by Jeremy Edwards
(c) 1995
I kissed and sucked briefly at Alicia's straining nipples
before bending down to start the water running into the tub.
Once Alicia's sweet urine had been washed away I closed the
drain, added a few drops from a luxurious-looking pink bottle of
bubble bath, and watched the tub begin to fill. I took my
darling's hand and we sat down in the bath, my cock standing
straight up above the water line. Alicia grabbed hold of
it
and, scooping up a handful of bubbles in her other palm, she
began to massage me. I experienced the unique sensation of my
cock being roused to the heights of excitement while the rest of
my body relaxed, the warm water permeating my skin and soothing
every muscle.
"This feels great," I said simply.
Alicia was glad. I felt her cute little toes tickling my
heavy ballsack under the surface of the water as I reached around
to turn off the tap.
"I can't see what's going on down there, but I sure like it,"
I commented.
"I like it too," Alicia said, and she suddenly drew a bubble-
bath mustache on my face, then kissed me so hard that she came
away wearing some of the suds on her own upper lip.
I splashed her gently and we laughed. As my cock throbbed
responsively to her caresses, I found the warm-water inertia to
be no match for my hot-blooded libido, and I was soon leaning
forward to ease our bodies into a comfortable position for the
previously-forecast aquatic fuck.
"As soon as we find our center of gravity, I'm very ready to
have you inside me," Alicia said as we slipped around, she on her
bottom and I on my knees, both trying to direct our crotches to
each other without losing our balance. "It may seem redundant
for me to say so in a bathtub, but I'm quite wet."
"It may seem redundant for me to say so at all, but I adore
you." I spoke these last words just as my rod was slipping
easily into Alicia's muff. I let my weight sink partially off of
my knees and into the welcoming mass of her lap. My hands
reached under to support the small of her back so that she could
fuck me freely without tiring herself unduly. The surface of the
water rippled as we rocked from side to side, in time to the
back-and-forth thrusts of my sturdy prick and her energetic
bottom. As our momentum built, the waves in the
tub were ultimately surpassed in magnitude by the waves of
sensory delight that welled up from our loins and washed through
our souls. I looked down at the terrain running from Alicia's
throat to her crotch, a creamy inland of smooth, feminine flesh
which smiled like a blanket of a thousand invisible little cunts
knitted seamlessly together and each looking up at me in
appreciation of the fulfillment I was giving Alicia's entire
female being. I kissed Alicia's nipples and fingered her bottom
to maximize my contact with her erotic touchpoints, and I felt
that the darling woman was truly fucking me with every cell of
her self. When I felt the final shared explosion of ecstasy
approach, I lifted Alicia upright by cupping my hands under her
bottom and raising her partially out of the water, while at the
same time pulling myself to an erect kneeling posture so that the
lovely one could hold my shoulders and ride my cock wildly for
the last moments of this conjunction. Alicia wriggled and
shrieked as hot jets of my spunk shot up inside her and her own
climax turned her lower regions into an electrified, quivering
mass of pleasured flesh.
When the last drops of our juices had been secreted, we once
more relaxed. We sat back against our respective tub walls with
our legs intertwined in the middle. We sighed and breathed
heavily, and lazily soaped each other's feet and legs.
"What's for lunch?" Alicia wanted to know.
"Oh, yeah -- I almost forgot about lunch," I answered. "Well,
let's see . . . I got a couple of exotic cheeses, a baguette,
some mediterranean olives, red leaf lettuce, dijon mustard . . .
. I guess that's about it."
"That's perfect. You like everything I like."
"Yeah, and we seem to have similar tastes in food as well." I
winked at my sunny, black-haired goddess.
We didn't know it, but our meal was to be delayed one more
time. I happened to catch a glimpse of Alicia bending over the
tub to pull the stopper out, and the view of her fetching
posterior inspired me. I approached her softly and
pressed my once-again-stiff organ up against her derriere,
squeezing her middle at the same time.
"I just realized that I haven't yet fucked you from behind."
"I can't imagine what put that into your head," Alicia
laughed, wiggling her bottom against me. Then she dropped down
to all fours and I followed suit. Before initiating the rear-
entry approach to her pussy, however, I lingered once again over
her gorgeous derriere with loving hands and mouth. I drank in
the thrill of this contact with the smooth feminine curves of her
rear till I was virtually nearing an ejaculation. How wonderful,
I was thinking, is the sexual difference that makes the prosaic
anatomical feature known as the buttocks a showplace of subtle
yet essential variation from the male to the female! What an
awe-inspiring grace of feminine shape, texture, feel, and smell
it is that makes the bottom of a beautiful woman like Alicia one
of the very sexiest parts of her body -- a focal point for the
qualities that make a woman a woman, and make a woman like Alicia
superlatively desirable to a man like myself. This part of the
body which, on my own anatomy, I thought of as just the thing I
sat on, was to me, in the context of Alicia's body, a gorgeous,
erogenous rear gateway to the pussy, and an organ of urgent
beauty and tactile invitation in its own right. The erotic peak
of enjoying her derriere in this way, and of her evident relish
for the attention I was giving it, was so strong that it was only
the promise of the delights down under which moved me to proceed
with our plan of rear-entry intercourse, rather than simply
staying behind Alicia to fondle and kiss her bottom till I
creamed all over the backs of her thighs. But enter her cunt I
did, and we wiggled intimately in the "canine" position for a
short ecstatic while before our supreme excitement released
itself into a resounding climax.
Lunch was easy to serve and even easier to eat. The two of us
had worked up quite an appetite, and we loved this kind of fare.
We debated the merits of opening a bottle of wine but
decided to save the imbibing for evening time, so that we could
pace ourselves better for a full night of fun. Alicia turned the
stereo on, and we nibbled olives at our leisure while listening
to some stylish piano jazz on the radio. Once our appetites had
been satisfied, the conversation gradually lulled itself into
joint expressions of interest in an afternoon nap -- and we
actually meant a nap, Reader, though you raise your eyebrows.
We sauntered heavily into the bedroom in the comforting ambience
of the jazz programming. We sank into the pillows and shut our
eyes as we heard the silky voice of Chet Baker begin to sing,
"Let's get lost, lost in each other's arms . . . . "
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