Robot Lover Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Robot Lover Ch. 02

... my body again.

I reached for her. "Okay, I'm clean," I said. She put a hand on my chest and pushed back.

"Get out," she said, then laughed at the look on my face.

"The hot water's starting to go," she said. "I'll wash my own hair, master. You can dry yourself off or just stand and drip."

"Attitude. I'm getting attitude from a robot," I said. But I climbed out and found my towel.

I wasn't the only one who was horny. The first thing Claudia did when she dripped her way out of the shower was to drop and take me in her mouth again, getting my front all wet, but she satisfied herself with a noisy "pop" as she pulled off me, then stood as I applied her towel to her wonderful tight body.

We both were anxious to get on with the main show, but she didn't want to climb into bed with wet hair, and she had a lot of it. From behind, I dried her hair with yet another towel, stopping several times to lick, suck, or fondle various parts of her. She would stop and close her eyes. Finally, when I started seriously licking her asshole, she turned the hair dryer on me.

I moved out of range and toweled my own hair while she blew most of the moisture out of her long chestnut mane.

With the dryer stowed and the towels hung, she took my hand and peeked out the door to see if anyone had come home while we were playing in the shower. It was a good thing no one had, because my robe and her T-shirt were in a pile on the hallway floor. It wouldn't take a detective to figure ...

... out who was in the bathroom.

"Are we going to say anything about this to the rest of the house?" I asked. She turned and hugged me, looking into my face with a serious expression.

"Maybe," she said. "Let's not worry about that stuff right this minute. I want to make love. I want to lick you all over."

"I would like that very much," I said. "My place or yours?"

"I like my bed," she said.

"Well, all r--"

"But yours is bigger." And she pulled me into my own bedroom.

She jumped onto my unmade bed and sat there, watching me as I opened the window a bit to air the place out--it needed it--and adjusted the blinds. The daily Berkeley fog had burned off and it was a glorious day.

I turned and she was holding one of my pillows to her face, inhaling. I thanked the gods I had washed everything a couple of days earlier.

"Nice day," I said, as I lay down beside her and kissed her knee, pulling her leg toward me. Then I bent and kissed the inside of her thigh. "Nice of you to--"

"Shut up," she said. "Kiss me where it counts."

"What, so you're giving all the orders now?" But I crawled between her legs and plunged my face for the first time into her pussy. She smelled good; she was aroused and wet, but her personal aroma was mixed with sandalwood from the soap in the shower. It was my turn to inhale.

She was beautiful all over. Her pubic hair was loosely curled, and it was soft, not wiry, for which I was grateful. Her bush was shapely but appeared to be ...