Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... sure they know that. “It hasn’t been a half hour yet, so maybe I’m just getting my mojo back.” “I love your mojo. The thought of you with your mojo plus the boner pill is almost too much to imagine!” I laughed. “Funny girl! You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” She smiled. “We’ll see; I’ll let you know in the morning, after we see how it goes. Take your clothes off, I want to feel your skin on mine.” The red-blooded – and straight - American male that could resist that order from Alli does not exist! I quickly stood up and stripped out of the remains of my costume, dropping it on the floor. She looked at me. “You are sort of semi, like you said - about half-staff. What should we do to pass the time while you get to full-staff?” I shrugged. “I dunno…watch some TV, maybe read a book?” “I was thinking more along the lines of what you suggested earlier…?” “That talented tongue/creamy pussy thing?” “Oh good, you do remember!” “Vaguely.” I slid back onto the bed, still perpendicular to her, but farther down. I lifted her left leg and slid beneath it, letting it down to rest across my side at about mid-rib level. I propped my left elbow on the bed and rested my head on my hand, just inches from the aforementioned pussy, where I could admire it for a few moments; the first thing I noticed was that the ‘creamy’ descriptor was still quite accurate! She nudged me. “What are you doing?” “Just looking. Admiring.” She giggled. “You really do like that, don’t you?” “Oh, absolutely!” ...

... “Why?” “I don’t know…a couple million years of genetic programming, perhaps?” “No, really!” I shrugged - not an easy thing in my position. “It’s beautiful – you’re beautiful. I love the way it looks, it’s just so damn sexy!” I looked up at her face; she was watching me intently, waiting for more. I went on. “Like now, you’re so very wet, and you’re kind of a brighter pink than usual and just slightly swollen right here…and here.” I lightly touched her outer lips, which were a bit puffy, and her inner ones, which looked even more abused. I heard her breath catch, and I chuckled. “It’s almost as if you’d been having sex, or maybe playing with yourself.” She giggled again. “Or both.” I laughed. “Yes, it certainly could have been both.” I traced my fingertip slowly around the edge of her outer labia, where her small, dark curls, wet and matted down, curled over and formed a fringe around the edge of her fleshy lips. As I did, I described it to her in those same words, telling her how those soft, puffy lips and tiny little dark hairs formed a perfect frame around her sex, all the really good stuff enhanced by the beautiful surroundings. I could hear a slight shudder in her breathing now, and her hips began a very small, subtle movement - something that I don’t think she was even aware of, but I very much was! I moved onward and inward, tracing her inner lips now. “Then there’s this perfect little soft, pink inverted ‘V’, right here…” I ran my finger lightly up one side of the ‘V’ ...