Michael's Story (part 11)
Cheryl Marie was a lovely girl I met in Cincinnati a number of years ago. Sadly, her life was cut short when she was hospitalized and died from pneumonia acquired there. Parts 1-7 of this story are exactly as she wrote it, except for a few spelling and grammatical corrections. This and subsequent parts I write in honor of Cheryl Marie – I only wish she could have written it and seen if published.
–––––––––––––––––––– The next morning I awoke around 7:30 and immediately began making preparations. I douched so I would be nice and clean for Michael – inside and out. I had no idea how things would go, but I wanted every possible turn to be a good one. Afterward I showered and ran my fingers all over my body, feeling for unwanted hair. I removed all found with my razor. I wanted to be as smooth as a girl could be.
After drying off I arranged my hair and did my makeup. Patti and my other friends had taught me well, and today I would put it all to use. Just the right amount of makeup – just enough to accent, without looking like a painted lady. I think I had it right. I slipped into my pushup bra and a sexy thong panties.
It was 9am and I had an hour before Michael was due to arrive. I expected that he would be a little early – Michael was not one to be late. I had enough time for a quick breakfast before getting dressed.
I had breakfast and brushed my teeth before touching up my makeup. Next I put on my attire for the day. It was a shear lavender nightie, with a matching robe, also sheer. My intention will be quite clear to Michael. I intended to surprise him in a most exquisite manner. I was as ready as I would ever be.
In a little while the doorbell rang. I looked through the viewer in the door to make sure it was Michael. Dressed as I was, I certainly didn't want to greet anyone else!
It was Michael, and the darling was holding a bouquet of roses!
I opened the door and Michael stepped in, a look of wonderment on his face, which soon turned into a broad smile!
I took the flowers from Michael, thanking from him. He followed me to the kitchen as I prepared a vase and trimmed the ends off the stems, arranging them nicely. Placing them on the table, I kissed Michael and thanked him for being such a wonderful man.
"I didn't expect to find you like this," Michael said.
"Shall I put something else on?" I asked.
"No!" shot back Michael, "this is fine – more than fine."
Michael held me in his arms running his hand over my back and down to my buns. It felt wonderful! I pressed against him, and he said, "Now I can feel YOUR passion."
"That is entirely your doing," I responded, "but this time I will attend to your arousal, not like yesterday."
"Yesterday you gave me what I really wanted," Michael said, "the opportuntity to pleasure you!"
"I didn't expect that," I replied, "I thought men were mainly interested in scoring."
"Most men are fools!" declared Michael, "there is nothing to compare with pleasuring a lady he truly cares about."
"Truly cares about?" I asked.
"I've said too much," said Michael blushing.
"Perhaps you did," I said, "but if it is true I'd really like to know your real feelings."
"I feel very vulnerable, Cheryl," he replied, "I'm afraid you won't take it well."
"Then I guess you will just have to trust me," I said, pulling him close and kissing him again.
"Okay, but I'm laying myself bare," Michael continued, "Yes, I have strong feelings about you – both feelings of desire for you physically as well as emotionally."
"Thank you for sharing that," I said, "I feel much the same, and appreciate your candor."
I opened my robe and let it slip to the floor, now standing before Michael in only my shear nightie.
Michael took me by the hands and I led him to the bedroom. He had me kneel on the bed, feet off the edge. He knelt on the floor behind me and lifted my nighty and placed it on my back. He kissed each cheek and gave one lick to my crack. This was entirely new territory for me and I had no idea what to expect, but Michael seemed to know the way.
Michael pulled the thong strap aside and spread my cheeks and then kissed me between the cheeks. It was an incredible feeling I cannot begin to describe – how did he know to do this? He continued to kiss me and then extended his tongue into me – over and over again. I became more aroused than I had ever been.
After a time Michael pulled back and rolled me onto my back. He pulled off my thong panties, exposing my arousal. He put my legs over his shoulders and put his arms around my legs, pulling them to his face. He took my clitty into his mouth and sucked me passionately. Soon I climaxed, pouring my juice into his mouth.
As I caught my breath as the rush of pleasure spilled over me, I was beginning to feel that all-too-familiar feeling of shame. Michael picked me up and moved me up in the bed, turning me on my side. He climbed in next to me and snuggled close to me, spooning with me. He put his arm around me, cupping one of my breasts. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "You are a very special and singular woman, and I want to be your man."
I felt so safe and cared for like this. The feeling of shame evaporated, being replaced by a feeling of wonderful contentment – this really just felt right!
I felt so relaxed that I drifted off to sleep in Michaels arms. I only napped an hour and awoke, still in Michaels arms.
–––––––––––––––––––– Sadly, this is all the Cheryl sent me before she passed. I truly wish she was still with us. Please let me know if you would like me to continue the story, and I will try to do so in a way that honors Cheryl's memory.
Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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