My true encounter, from my sophomore year in college, continues. Email thoughts to: jenrose1982@hotmail.com.
Just What the Doctor Ordered, Part 2
Dr. Stacey and I lay tangled together on the floor beside her bed. She leaned over and kissed me softly.
"By the way," she said, "you'll have to get a new doctor."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Because it's not right for me to sleep with my patients. I can either be your orthapedist or your lover, but not both."
"In that case you're fired," I said, laughing histerically at my own joke.
She kissed me again, more passionately this time. "Wow. That was wonderful," she said, "and we've still got all day to play."
"All weekend," I reminded.
"I'd love to take a shower with you," Stacey said. "I was so hot for you in the shower at the gym that I wanted to attack you."
"Me too. I felt the same way."
We got up and stepped into the bathroom. Stacey began running the water and in a few seconds were we squeezing into her shower stall. We soaped each other up and ran our hands over each other. I loved her body, so tight and firm. Her legs were fairly ripped from all the running she had done. Her ass was round and perfect, and in front you could see the definition of her abs. Her breasts were small but beautiful, tipped with dark little buttons. Her girlish face made her look 10 years younger than her actual age, which was also a turn-on. I was getting into exploring her body with my hands and lips.
She obiviously felt the same way. She stood behind me, nuzzling my neck while running her hands over my ass, stomach and breasts. She squeezed them gently and teased my nipples with her fingertips. I heard myself groan. She turned me around to face her and seemingly started shrinking. I realized she was slowly kneeling. She pushed my legs apart and started gently licking my pussy lips with the tip of her tongue. God it felt so good. Her hands went to my ass cheeks to steady herself, and I braced one foot on the rim of the tub. Her tongue was more insistant, licking deeper, up over the rose of my clit and back down. "Oh shit," I moaned. "Oh yes. Lick my pussy." I could feel my juices flowing like the water from the shower. She murmered into my sex, sending a charge up and across my spine. Between her licking and the warm water, I felt faint. I had to reach out and steady myself. As she zeroed in on my clit, I could feel another orgasm rising down deep inside of me. My hips were rocking forward, fucking Stacey's face. My clit was on fire and the orgasm grew and exploded, wave upon wave of pleasure almost knocking me off my feet. One hand went to the back of Stacey's head, both to push her mouth into my sex and to make sure I didn't topple over.
When it finally subsided I blinked a few times to make sure it wasn't a dream. She smile and stood, then rinsed us off and turned off the water, and gently used a towel to dry me off. I was in a daze. Stacey led me back into the bedroom and laid me on my back on the bed. Then she straddled me, her body still dripping water. She poised her shaved slit above my face.
"Please?" Her voice was almost pleading. "Do mine."
I didn't answer with words but reached to pull her down on me. Her pussy was very slick and wet with her own sex juice. She almost smothered me at first, but I was able to adjust and began licking her sweet pussy in earnest. I was as energetic as I could be to thank her for the wonderful shower treatment. I drove my tongue as deep inside her as it would go, then used the broad part to sweep up and finally across her clit. Then I attacked the clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking back and forth. I repeated these steps for several minutes as Stacey rode my face. She was really moaning and groaning, and I think at some point must have grabbed a pillow to muffle her screams. Her orgasm seemed to come in a rush, as she used her strong hips and thighs to ride my face without crushing me.
She rolled off and we curled up together. Both of us drifted off to sleep and we napped for a couple of hours. When both of us were awake again we started laughing for some reason. I guess it was just too much to dream of for us both having found someone else who was so compatable sexually and in other ways. We talked, introducing ourselves to each other in greater detail. I kept touching her the whole time we were talking. I just loved her athletic body, her beautiful golden skin, her intelligence, her compassionate nature, her incredible talents as a lover. I felt like I was falling in love.
She was talking about her impressions of our small college town when I interrupted. "You wouldn't happen to have a strap-on dildo handy, would you?"
"No," she answered with a start. "I've got a small vibrator here in the drawer, but I've been meaning to get a strap-on ... when the time was right." Her eyes danced. "You?"
"My roommate has one back at the dorm," I said. Ooops. That didn't come out just right.
Stacey smiled and raised one eyebrow, but didn't question me on that. "Sounds like it's time for a road trip then. I'd love to see your room anyway. Is your roommate around? I mean, she won't be using it?"
"She's gone home for the weekend."
"Then let's go."
We popped up off the bed and began looking for clothes. Stacey donned a fresh t-shirt, white socks and began pulling on her jeans. She could read the look I gave her: "Let's make a rule," she laughed, "no underwear for the rest of the weekend!"
I had my panties in my hand but immediately dropped them back to the floor. My bra stayed on the carpet as well. I pulled my sweats on over my bare body, all the while thinking "what a wild woman..."
More to come...