She wasn’t clean-shaven, but she was well trimmed, and as she
kissed the inside of my thigh, I smelled her feminine musk and kissed
her. I pressed my lips to hers, tasting the salty-sweetness of her, and
then she took the swolen head of my penis into her mouth.

The sensation of her lips wrapped around me was wonderful, but my
attention was between her legs as I parted her lips and explored her with
my tongue, probing, licking and sucking. I was hugging her hips with my
arms, but one hand wasn’t really needed for that, so I slid it over her
body to her breast and found the ring through her nipple with my fingers.

Judging by the way she thrust her hips at my face, she was
excited; I was too. She took my entire penis in her mouth, or at least,
that’s how it felt, and then let it slide out before licking around the
head. As she did it, I could feel the hard nubs of the beads on her
tongue, and then she swallowed my penis again.

I convulsed as the explosion of an orgasm coursed through my body,
and then she was thrusting her hips at me as I thrust myself into her,
merging with her, cooperating, bringing our bodies together in total
ecstacy. There was no doubt of her orgasm, I could feel it and taste it
as I felt the shuddering throbbing of my own orgasm.

I don’t know how long we relaxed, lying together mouthing each
other in the warm afterglow of a satisfying orgasm, but she eventually
pulled free of my limp penis and spoke. “That was good; you satisfied?”

“Yup,” I said.

She sat up, then surprised me by bending down to kiss me. It was
a passionate kiss too, and I knew she was tasting herself in my mouth and
smelling herself on my face as I tasted myself in her. I didn’t object,
I don’t mind the taste of my own semin, but all the women I’d known
before seemed to dislike their own taste and smell.

She sipped her coffee, and I sat down to sip mine, sitting far
enough from her on the couch that I could look at her. Her nose jewelry
still fascinated me, but so did the shapes of her thinly clad legs and
the nipples that protruded so visibly under her thin sweater.

She looked frankly at me over her coffee mug and then grinned and
put it down. “Want a kiss?”

“OK,” I said, and she shifted over to sit next to me, kissing me
gently on the lips.

We sat side-by side, sipping our coffee and talking quietly, and I
slowly relaxed. We kissed again, sipped some more coffee, talked some
more, and then kissed again. I enjoyed her kisses, but I didn’t push.
Chaste kisses were enough.

We finished our coffee, set down our mugs, and kissed again, and
suddenly, our kissing was very unchaste. My tongue parted her lips, or
did she part her lips and invite my tongue in. Her tongue met mine, and
then surged into my mouth. I could feel the hard nubs of the jewelry she
wore through her tongue, but they turned out to be nice, something to
feel and play with while we kissed.

She squirmed into my lap as we kissed, and then I fell back,
letting her press herself against me as she lay on top of me on the
couch. I was getting excited, and her sweater was soft and invited
touching. As I ran my hands over Susan’s back, it was very obvious that
the sweater and tights were all she was wearing. Her fanny was soft and
round under my touch, her back seemed long, and the sides of her breasts
were soft and warm.

As my hands found the sides of her breasts, she lifted herself,
inviting me to touch her breasts, and I enjoyed the sensation of rubbing
the hard round knobs of her nipples through her sweater. I remembered
that she’d said that they were pierced, but other than their size, I
couldn’t feel anything unusual about them.

“What?”

“I’m inviting you to visit my apartment, and I’m giving you the
alternative of having me up to your place if you’d prefer. From here,
they’re about the same distance. OK?”

“Take me home,” I said. “That way, you won’t have to drive back
and forth as much.”

I’d intended to say goodbye to her in the parking lot, but somehow
we ended up in my apartment. Susan asked to use my bathroom, and then I
offered to start coffee while she did. I zapped the water in my
microwave and managed to get the coffee ready at about the same time she
came out of the bathroom.

“You’ve done a decent job with the apartment,” she said as I
carried two coffee mugs into the living room.

“It’s all cheap,” I said, and then paused as I got a good look at
her.

She grinned and gestured at her legs. “Like ‘em? They’re warm
under ski pants, and they look pretty good without.”

“They look nice,” I said. She was wearing red thermal tights that
matched her red turtleneck sweater. Like the sweater, they covered her
body without hiding much of anything, which is to say, they made her look
very sexy.

“You certainly ate enough,” she said, grinning. “Want dessert?”

“No, I’m full,” I said, and then noticed something strange in her
mouth as she licked a crumb off her lip.

She must have seen the puzzled look on my face. She leaned back
and deliberately licked her lips, slowly running her tongue over them,
pointedly giving me a good look. There was a gold bead on top of her
tongue, and another below, and as she licked, it was obvious that they
were connected right through the center of her tongue.

“Nope,” I said. “Those things really go through your nostril?”

“Yup,” she said.

“Didn’t it hurt?” I asked.

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“Sure, but would you have asked the same question about my pierced
ears? There’s not really much of a difference between the two, other
than where they are on my face.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling foolish. Her hair was short enough
to clearly reveal the pair of diamonds in each ear, but I’d been so
focused on her nose jewelry that I’d hardly noticed the earrings.