Barbara started moving around and Dana had to almost follow
her around the bed. Of course, the guys were just sitting
back watching now. Barbara started pitching and bucking and
reached for Dana’s head. She grabbed Dana’s head and pulled
it into her crotch and let out a scream. She shook for
what seemed like a [...]
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.
I ran into Susan in the lift line after I’d taken a few runs down
the mountain. Her nose jewelry glinted in the sun and made her stand out
from the crowd.
“Hi Susan!” I said, skiing up to her. “Want to ride up together?”
“Sure,” She said, smiling. “Good skiing?”
We chatted about the usual skiing concerns as we waited in the
lift line, but when we were on the lift, she paused to put sunscreen on
her face. I couldn’t help watching as she worked it in around her nose
jewelry.
She grinned at me as she put the lid back on her tube of
sunscreen. “If you keep watching my nose, you’ll miss the top of the
lift. Need any sunscreen?” She held out the tube to me.
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She was
upset by the environmental damage caused by the reopening of some of the
old gold mines, but I thought they were unlikely to damage anything that
hadn’t already seen worse in the 19th century. That discussion got us
all the way to the ski area and through the line at the ticket office,
and then we separated. Susan and I had different ideas about how to
start a day of skiing.
It was a great day for skiing, sunny and warm enough that few
people wore hats. I usually begin a skiing outing with a warmup run or
two on the intermediate slopes, and it was great fun breezing down the
mountain, feeling the wind in my face and the snow under my feet.
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