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A Dress White Shirt

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He sat in his favorite chair, on the back deck, enjoying the afternoon sun. He was feeling sorry for himself remembering old times with his ex-wife. Their union had not been the most exciting life experience. He, was however, looking forward to his ritual afternoon pleasure. He was on his fourth or maybe fifth beer when she finally made her appearance, his next-door neighbor who on any bright sunny afternoon made her ablutions to the sun god wearing nothing but a skimpy two-piece bathing suit. She was too young for him to guess her age, but he took a stab at it noting the maturity of her curves the width of her gorgeous hips and guessed between twenty-eight and thirty-five.

She no longer had the thinness of the yet to ripen female and he had to admit to himself that her succulent buttocks made him mentally drool. It was his one brief pleasure in life seeing this curvaceous thing some what paraded before him. She was always kind enough to wave, her arm held high, lifting her heavy breasts as she did so. Although they had yet to speak, he felt he was beginning to know her. Her comings and goings brought to his attention by their close proximity, in terms of housing, to one another. She was single, he was certain, because the men seemed to vary frequently, although some did spend the night.

What surprised him was the woman varied as well, some too staying the night. He realized, as the months past, she was a free spirit, so unlike his ex it endeared her to him. He thought about going in for his sixth beer when she stood up and retreated to her home bringing to a close the one redeeming feature of his dull existence.

His wife had dumped him for another man younger than she by about seven years. It was difficult to understand why. After she had discovered she couldn’t have children their sex life, which up to that point had been mediocre at best, plummeted until he was surprised if he saw her snatch once a month. This life style had continued for the next twenty-five years of their marriage. He should have known when they dated that her lack of enthusiasm was a signpost to their later sex life but he had fallen in love with her and he excused her inability to give him a blowjob finding his semen too distasteful.

He had hoped as their life together unfolded she would learn to accept his flavor. When she actually allowed a sexual union, after he came in her, she would run to the bathroom to wipe herself as though his gift was some how filthy and he had peed in her or something. He had made allowances thinking, he still felt correctly, that she would learn with experience, and try to make each new encounter more fulfilling as he tried to do. It was not to be it simply wasn’t in her psyche.

So why did he stay with her? Because he was of the old school and felt that a marriage was more than sex, more than children, a life time commitment that had to be worked at to be successful not realizing he was the one doing all the work. There was one sexual activity, to be honest, to which he had become addicted. Although infrequent, when she was horny, she loved to have her cunt licked. You would think a woman that hated semen so much would be careful to protect her man from her own mucilaginous excretions. But no, she seemed to get off on the fact that he was draining her of her slime, often coating his face with her thrusting crotch. . He loved her aroused scent. Occasionally he just looked and smelled in an attempt to prolong their union, but she would soon demand his tongue cutting the activity short. Of course, she wouldn’t let him kiss her afterwards complaining of pussy breath and bad taste. But because she allowed this one sexual activity, and would reward him by allowing him to slide his penis into her non-responsive body afterwards, he accepted the union as sufficient.

When she had dumped him, he had started to surf the internet looking for the free sites that gave a good view of pussy in an attempt to relieve himself of sexual tension. He soon grew bored looking at colorless bald pussies, wondering why these women seemed to think hair surrounding their intimate place was unattractive. He then tried to find sites that catered to the hairy only to be equally put off by the assumption that if he liked hairy pussies he would like hairy armpits, legs, and other body parts. Showing him, instead of what he considered the natural he admitted to himself, a series of woman that seemed to belong to the ape family.

He decided that women who shaved their pubes bald did so for clinical cleanliness or like his ex-wife had so sparse a thatch they knew it to be unattractive, not that his ex-wife would shave complaining that it would make her itchy. He remembered his dating days, before meeting his wife, the wonderful well-thatched pubes decked out in blond, brown, and red, which brought a lovely variance. He skipped the sixth beer, instead going to his bed and falling asleep from an over indulgence of alcohol.

It was after seven when the doorbell rang followed by a firm knocking which aroused him from his sleep slightly hung over from the afternoon’s beer. He answered the insistent pounding to find his neighbor at his door with a twelve pack of his brand of beer. So she had noted that much about him. He invited her in embarrassed by the general clutter, but she seemed to take to it easily sweeping the two-day-old newspaper off the chair before sitting. She wrenched a can from its plastic ring and popped it with a hiss before handing him one and repeating the process for her self. After taking a long swallow, she introduced herself as Mary Thomas and as though he didn’t already know his next door neighbor. He smiled and replied, “I’m Robert Brown but just call me Bob.” He eyed her as they chatted about the non-important, weather and the like; she was dressed in skintight slacks showing off her curves to perfection. They were what he thought of as hip huggers allowing an abundant view of skin before the tank top covered her generous swells. He had ungentlemanly thoughts about her sweet looking navel.

He treated her as an honored guest showing manners which seem forgotten in the modern generations, but she seemed comfortable as though use to being treated with respect almost demanding it. He found her pleasant to be with and as the beer worked its magic, his hangover disappeared and she became more loquacious telling him her age of thirty-eight and asking about his. It surprised him a little he had thought much younger.

“Fifty-five,” he replied, still disappointed there was such a large disparity, but she seemed undaunted and they talked long into the evening, enjoying each other’s sense of humor, until the beer was gone. He offered some of his own but she slightly tipsy staggered to her feet and with a giggle asked if he was trying to have his way with her before she headed towards the door. He held her arm as he walked her home making sure she was safely in the door, before retuning home to review the evenings events in his mind. He looked around his home disappointed she had seen such a mess and uselessly cleaned a bit before heading for his own bed.

He awoke the following morning to a vicious headache knowing he had drank far to much, which recently seemed to be the story of his life. He retired after his wife had left him no longer interested in the acquisition of money, having more than enough for his few needs so all he seemed to do was drink. He vowed to reduce his intake as he began to clean again, picking up from where he had left off the previous evening. As the morning progressed, his living room took on a semblance of tidiness He then went to his bedroom to make his bed for the first time in a couple of weeks. The old sheets went into the washing machine and he checked his watch, yes, she would soon be out.

He hesitated, before taking a beer from the frig and going outside to be greeted by a beautiful sunny day. He nursed the beer waiting in anticipation for her to show, not to be disappointed as she pranced out of her home with the usual wave, maybe prolonged a little in acknowledgement of their newfound friendship, setting her breasts to lift and bounce as usual. He waved back tipping his beer in salute as she lay on a blanket bathing in the afternoon sun. His eyes ran up and down her form drinking in the voluptuousness of her flesh.

He went into his house to get another beer and upon consideration took two, before walking to his property line and motioning an offer. She had watched him approach out of the corner of her eye and noticed that the motions of standing hardened him. He had no place to hide so simply handed her the beer. If she had noticed, there was no indication except he noticed her nipples through the fabric of their covering and wondered if they were as fully erect as they appeared. Her whole body glowed in the afternoon sun covered in a thin film of moisture. The perspiration running down her cleavage excited him further but he behaved the perfect gentleman. Not wanting to hold her up, he made excuses about looking after his wash as she returned to her ablutions.

He would not repeat that mistake again, of curtailing his afternoon pleasure. He returned to his home to pick up on the cleaning where he had left off, surprising himself by pouring the balance of the second beer down the sink. The following afternoon, after a morning of serious cleaning, he was out again watching her. Mary was so beautiful to his aging eye that his body sang while he drank her in sipping on a beer. When she went in he stood up to go in but she was back now offering him a beer. Once again, he noticed her voluptuous curves covered in perspiration, her nipples taut against the fabric of her top. They talked for a while before he asked her to come again in the evening, this time he would provide the beer. She disappointed him by refusing, then maybe seeing his look of disappointment, said she would be happy to come over a couple of nights later if that was alright with him. If that was all right with him, did she have no idea what effect she had on him?

The next two days he filled with serious cleaning interrupted only by his afternoon beer, just one as he sat and watched. Even with the afternoons of seeing her, he found himself anxiously waiting their evening together. The hours before her arrival dragged seeming like days and when the doorbell did not go off promptly at seven he agonized with worry thinking she wasn’t coming. The doorbell rang interrupting his concerns and he almost ran to answer it calming himself at the last minute. He opened the door to a vision of loveliness; long beautiful legs that began with strapped on heels and were toped by hip hugging short shorts.

Her top a thin material, pulled tight, covering her ample bosom but allowing the eye to examine the smallest detail down to her rather large nipples. He invited her in, following her into the now immaculate house. Her ass undulated before him, the shorts so short they exposed the cheeks of her buttocks where they joined her legs. He had obviously gone too long without because she hardened him again with the succulent sight. Again, they drank and talked long into the evening enjoying each other’s company, laughing until they cried, until finally he walked her home, both of them slightly inebriated by the night’s consumption.

Returning home he looked at his own body in the mirror a saw a flabby paunch with an accompanying lily white unexercised body. As with the cleaning he began that night a series of exercises which left him sore, almost unable to move the following morning. But he persisted making exercise his morning ritual along with something he had never done before. He joined a tanning salon not wanting to give up his vantage point in her afternoon ablutions in the sun. The change was gradual and he didn’t realize it was effectual, melting a few years off his frame.

He didn’t know it then, but that night had led to what was to become a pattern between them as the weeks past, she coming to his door once or twice a week, either by invitation or often of her own volition but he always welcomed her and at the end of the evening walked her home. Her visits increasing in frequency as they got to know each other better. He found himself telling her, with a dry sense of humor, of his sexual relations with his ex-wife, while she spoke of failed sexual relationships that had foundered time after time, as she grew more dissatisfied with each new attempt. One night she even admitted to turning to other woman to satisfy her libido, answering a question that had been in the back of his mind from when he first noticed her parade of houseguests. The almost non-existent houseguests, in the past few weeks, gave credence to her words of disappointment.

In an attempt to bring them both to the realization that relationships can be filled with wonder and love, he related his story of a long legged pussy crowned with red hair that had captivated him in his youth. A pussy always wet with desire for him. A pussy he had loved to lick, taste, and love. He would prolong his wait for his own release, as it would often experience multiple orgasms, as her mouth would attempt to suck him dry. He must have told the story well because he watched her nipples harden as his words progressed.

He noticed a surreptitious movement of her arm and glancing down saw she was rubbing her pussy through the material of her pants. Mary startled when she caught him looking, stood, and with an embarrassed giggle announced that it was obviously time to go. As he walked her home, she asked him why he had not married his beautiful red haired woman. He replied that he had foolishly thought himself too young to make a commitment and had slowly lost her to another. He would carry a long-standing regret to his grave.

Their nights together continued, now coming one right after another, often talking about sex as thought it were their solution to abstinence. Their drink of choice changing from beer to scotch as they discovered they both had a fondness for it. Often the nights lasted longer and when he walked her home, he wasn’t sure who was supporting who as he staggered back alone. Then one night the inevitable happened. She was bemoaning the fact, in her inebriated state that some woman named Sally claimed she had prettier teats than she did. Mary stood, staggered a little and took off her top tearing the material in her haste to demonstrate that her boobs were as good as anybodies. She sat on his lap, her soft rounded buttocks rubbing against his instant arousal. He was as hard as a rail spike; she couldn’t help but notice his condition as she presented her teats for viewing one nipple not two inches from his mouth.

Mary squirmed in his lap as she asked if her boobs were better than Sally’s hardening him further if that were possible. The close proximity of her nipple allowed a magnified view of her femininity. The areolas were large and pink covered in small bumps, brought about by her obvious state of arousal. The nipple succulent almost demanded to be engulfed in his sucking tongue filled mouth. She was gorgeous. With a heavy sigh of sexual frustration, he eased her off his lap. He kept telling her how beautiful her teats were, so much better than Sally’s, who ever Sally was. He rescued her top from the floor only to find it too damaged to cover her again.

He left her seated in his armchair and went in search of an old white dress shirt one of the many he had left over from the days of his working life. With a fair amount of difficulty managed to get her into it accidentally brushing against her teats with his hands as he buttoned her, while she was still trying to demonstrate their beauty. Mary looked gorgeous in the shirt, which fell below the level of her shorts making it look like the shirt was all she was wearing. He wanted to tear it off, but he was of the old school unable to take advantage of an inebriated woman, besides if the truth were admitted, he was half in love with her further tying his hands.

He walked her home, if their progress towards her front door could be called walking. Then he stood in her doorway making sure she was okay as she lay down on her chesterfield covering herself in an afghan that lay folded there. He wanted badly to cross the room and at the very least kiss her goodnight but knew he would loose control if he did, so he closed the door softly, locking it behind him and made his way home. Date rape was not part of his agenda. Was that what they were doing? Dating in his home? He couldn’t say for sure but the results seemed similar an escalating intimate knowledge of each other.

Strangely, he realized, she was good for him, his only drinking come on her visits in the evening. The exercise was paying off, his house was neat and tidy, and even the afternoon beer changed to a soft drink. She had brought meaning to his drab existence making him feel young again. He no longer considered himself old, but a man of middle age with much yet to offer.

Her phone call of the following afternoon admitted to an alcohol induced black out asking what had happened and wondering where her top was. He told her the truth, and asked who the heck was Sally. She giggled and said, “My friend and nemesis, you’ll have to meet her sometime so you’ll have more information for a comparison.” She then asked if she could come over and pick up the top. Of course, she could and she was soon over. As she left, with top in one hand, her other snaked behind his head bringing his face down to hers for a quick kiss.

“Thank you,” she said, “now I know what kind of man you are.” She left him in agony wondering the meaning of her enigmatic phrase. Did it mean she thought him so unresponsive he no longer represented a sexual risk? Maybe it meant she trusted him not to be a sexual predator when he’d much rather come across, as the world’s most dangerous. Trusted, was the last thing he wanted to be. He noticed she had not returned the shirt he had dressed her in wondering why, probably just an over sight.

She arrived on his doorstep at seven uninvited but always welcome. She accepted a drink of scotch but nursed it the entire evening and they found they no longer needed the alcohol to release their inhabitations easily comfortable and frank with each other. Mary asked him probing questions about his sexual preferences showing an understanding of him obviously garnered from all the previous conversations over the past months. He answered honestly and sometimes asked a few of his own. It was the most pleasant evening they had had and as her walked her home he basked in her scent. When they arrived at her home she turned, slipped her arms around his neck drawing herself upwards to be kissed one foot leaving the ground bent behind her as he received the most beautiful passionate warm loving kiss he had received in over twenty five years if not ever. He wandered back to his home in a stupor intoxicated by that kiss.

Her phone call of the next afternoon came as a surprise as she invited him to her place for the first time keeping to their time of seven. He arrived at her door a couple of minutes early, not able to constrain himself remembering the kiss of the previous evening. Mary was dressed beautifully, possibly a little more conservatively than usual. Tall white high heels with white hip hugging slacks, above, a wrap around with reds, yellows, and oranges flowing together to show ample cleavage and tied just blow her breasts. Her tanned body was an erotic sight. She behaved more demurely than usual offering him a scotch but drinking coffee herself.

As the evening progressed, he got the sense he was being evaluated as with coy comments and occasional glance she gave herself away. Suddenly she excused herself saying she had to freshen up. A few minutes later, he heard a hair dryer blowing and assumed she was straightening her hair. He was only partially correct. She reentered the room in her bare feet, he instinctively knew his white shirt was the only thing she wore, hiding all her charms but probably causing for him the most erotic sight he ever had the fortune to witness. She held out her hand.

“Robert, I wanted to return this shirt to you in the nicest way I could think of. If you’ll come with me to my bedroom I’ll give it back to you.” He noted her use of his formal name, she used for the first time and he realized that she used it because what was taking place was important to her. Led down the hall by his hand he watched the enchanting sway of her buttocks moving beneath the shirt still mentally drooling over her succulent ass. When they reached the bedroom, she turned to him stepped back and slowly lifted the tails of the shirt exposing a forest of pubic hair that she had just fluffed and coifed before dropping the shirt back into place.

“I have been growing this for months, unsure as to whether you would ever see it. Now I’ve made up my mind. Unbutton me please Robert I have need of you.” She said looking at him through lust hooded eyes. His turgid sex no longer embarrassed him knowing it was a compliment to her beauty as he stepped forward hands lifting not to unbutton, but to take her face between his hands for a long loving kiss against soft pliant lips. A kiss filled with tongue, passion, evoking in him a sense of total love he had not felt since the beginning of his marriage. Her response was just as passionate, full of promise for the man she had grown to love.

He dropped his hands to the first two buttons undoing them, then unsatisfied undid a third. This allowed a trail of kisses down her breastbone between the breasts still unexposed but which he knew already to be lush. He slid his hands up the back of her legs, feeling the softness of her skin. Soon, the globes of her bottom nestled in his hands. He pulled her into him grinding his erectness against her and she ground her moist heat back. He kissed her passionately again. He could smell her arousal as he felt the heat emanating from her. He then stepped back from her and seeing a small chair, one covered in the clothes she had worn earlier in the evening, he sat bending to remove his shoes.

She was instantly on her knees before him sitting on her ankles, and bending forward, her breast pendulant, the half-unbuttoned shirt allowing visions of delight, as she carefully undid each shoelace before sliding the shoes from his feet. He undid his belt and pants then unbuttoned his shirt, while she removed his socks. When he stood, gravity took care of his pants while she pushed the open shirt off of his shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. He actually had some difficulty getting the waistband of his briefs over the turgidity of his penis, before standing before her naked and ready, his distended shaft almost purple with desire.

He took her back into his arms, his penis nestling between the shirttails touching her soft pubic bush as he once again kissed the soft sexy lips, which opened to allow the penetration of his tongue. Her mouth sweet as her tongue probed back tasting him. When he broke the kiss, her back arched thrusting her pelvis against him as she presented her chest for further examination. His hand left a soft succulent buttock to undo another button on the shirt. He pulled one side of the shirt aside to expose a teardrop shaped pendulant breast. His mouth engulfed the beautiful engorged nipple that crowned her feminine flesh sending the messages of his desire to her moist warm center. Her moan of appreciation further enflamed his desire for her. He pushed her back onto the bed and knelt in front of her. He unbuttoned the very bottom button.

She spread her legs for him exposing her white succulent thighs, her hairy center to his view. Her redolent sexual scent wafted from her, demanding his tongue. He slid his hands beneath her fleshy globes of buttock, lifting her sexy, scent filled folds, to his descending mouth. Her taste was exquisite. Her creamy exudate coated his mouth and tongue with the divine nectar of a sensual woman. He sucked on the inner raggedy lips, nuzzled the fleshy clitoral hood before he drove his tongue deep into her depths. She began her song of passion, moaning out her further needs as he licked her juice from her sensitive well of love. His tongue searched for her first orgasm, returning to the fleshy hood. He sucked it between his lips and began a tiny fucking motion with his mouth. Her hips thrust demanding more of his manipulations. Suddenly her body began to quiver and with a deep moan she juiced onto his tongue.

Her hands, which had been forcing his head against her pussy, now grabbed him by his jaw. Mary pulled him up her body and kissed him passionately. He couldn’t help himself as he remembered his ex-wife and her absolute refusal to kiss him after he had given her oral sex. He didn’t want to think of her, but thirty years of habit died hard. Mary kissed him as though she enjoyed the taste of herself on his lips. She reached between them to center him in her juicy folds. As he thrust quarter inch by quarter inch forward into her heat, she said, “I want you deep in me Robert, so fuck me hard, don’t hold back. Right now I don’t want gentle. I want to know you’re in me deep,” she whispered in his ear before driving her tongue deeply into his ear as though she was demonstrating how she wanted her probing. Her pussy was a sea of warm creamy moisture surrounding his shaft in bliss.

He thrust deeply into her, her hips thrust back. Her soft cunt surrounded his shaft with her warm wet thrusting passion. He couldn’t help himself as once again he remembered his ex-wife’s unresponsive body. Why did she keep intruding into his thoughts, as he loved the beautiful responsive woman who loved him with the same ardor he had for her. Mary began to groan with each thrust of her hips. He realized she was on the verge of cumming again. Her furry pussy sucked on his hardness.

Her tongue withdrew from his ear and she whispered, “Cum in me Robert, fill me, cream me, I want to feel your wonderful warm spurt.” His thrusting became harder as with her words his overwhelming passion overwhelmed them both. With sighs, groans and small yipping sounds on her part he filled her with his love.

As they came down off their highs, she kissed him once again passionately before he rolled off her. It gave them both room to regain their breath. As her breathing slowed, Mary reached between her legs and slipped two fingers between her folds. When she did so, he undid the final button on the white shirt, exposing her beauty fully for the first time. She withdrew the fingers and brought them to her mouth tasting them carefully before she announced, “I knew our mix would taste good!”

Once again, she slipped her fingers between her soft thighs, gathered more of their commingled mix, but this time she brought them to his mouth for tasting. It was a new sexual experience for him and he enjoyed her tasty fingers. Mary looked at him coyly and asked if he had liked the taste. He replied he had. Her eyes became hooded with lust and she asked, “Robert would you kiss me down there again? I so loved it the first time and I want you to do me again but this time I’m going to make love to you as well”

With his excited approval, she turned in the bed and straddled him presenting her warm hairy folds, the raggedy lips still protruding and gapping from their recent probing. A dollop of his translucent white cum nestled on her clitoral hood. The powerful musky smell of her cleft intoxicated him. He pushed the shirttails up to her waist, brought her pussy down to his mouth, and licked slowly from clit to bum tasting her carefully. Her raggedy lips surrounding his sliding tongue. She was so sodden with their spending he was able to literally drink from her sexual well, delighting in the sexuality of their actions. He rubbed the globes of her fleshy buttocks immersing himself in the feel of her softness. He loved the feel of a well-rounded bottom. In the meanwhile, her mouth enveloped the head of his penis as her hand stroked the bottom of the shaft. Her saliva re-arousing his hardness as her hand stroked her saliva onto his shaft. Her hips thrust her pussy against his tongue. Far too soon, he felt the familiar sensations of an impending orgasm.

“Oh baby,” he cried, “I’m going to cum.” Her only response was to suck on him even harder as her pussy danced on his mouth. Mary’s body began to shiver and shake as his shuddered out his orgasm into her awaiting mouth. She stroked his penis milking him for his last drops before turning on his body and kissing him repeatedly sharing their tastes with each other.

Mary cuddled into him softly telling him, “Robert I love you, you make me feel complete”

Robert slide his hand up the back of the white shirt she still wore to rub her back, murmuring his love in return. As they fell asleep in each other’s arms Robert realized he would no longer be haunted by the long legged red haired pussy of his youth. For the first time he felt he had been lucky his wife had decided to divorce him.

A Dress White Shirt Ch. 2

As the weeks went by Robert’s and Mary’s lust and love continued to grow. They found themselves constantly with each other until they finally traded keys to their homes. Now instead of watching her sun bathe he laid beside her, often reaching over to touch the beautiful body that was constantly in his dreams. Mary returned his caresses with her own reassuring him that she did love him. One afternoon they discovered a place between their houses were they could be unseen. That immediately became the place where they sun bathed nude. Often they caressed each other between soft prolonged kisses.

One particular hot, humid afternoon, when he rubbed his hand over her soft stomach, slick with perspiration, he noticed a quantity of moisture had formed on his hand. She noticed it too, so he pretended to wipe it off on her boob as though it bothered him. She giggling rubbed her hand over his stomach and wiped it between his legs. This descended into a melee of arms and legs as they wrestled. He loved the feel of her slick soft body wriggling under his hands as he slowly allowed her to win. They ended up with Mary on top, his arms held above his head by her hands, her breasts dangling over his face. Both were covered in sweat.

She soon discovered that with her hands occupied she was unable to continue their game. She quickly devised a new one rubbing her sweaty pussy all over his stomach and chest as she held him down. Mary’s pussy was extremely moist as it was leaking her juices of love as well. She then slipped her sex down his body leaving a trail of shiny moisture behind. When she felt his hardness against her buttocks, she lifted her hairy slot and hovered over his shaft. Her teats dangled enticingly. Her twat descended on his shaft as he lifted his head to suck an engorged sweaty nipple into his mouth. Mary realized there was another way to spread her perspiration around. Suddenly she released his arms and grabbed his head rubbing her slick sweaty teats in his face.

Bob slipped his arms around her, holding her by her slippery moisture covered buttocks. He then rolled until she was on her back, his cock still deeply imbedded in her hairy creamy pussy. Instead of continuing the mock fight, he kissed her deeply rubbing their slick bodies together. Then he began to lick her teats tasting her salty moisture. One hand lifted a boob to lick the crease beneath it and then lifted the other to repeat the process. His dick now slid back and forth in her depths. Mary’s hips responded with thrusts of her own as she took his face between her hand and kissed him deeply once again.

Mary began a squirmy movement beneath him sliding her sweat slick body against his. She then began to lick at his own nipples licking and tasting his perspiration. Bob slowed his movements wanting this loving to last as they enjoyed the afternoon sun. He fucked extremely slowly enraptured by the smooth glide of their sweat-covered bodies. He imagined his whole body immersed in her sexual moisture. It was almost as thought his whole body had entered hers. Her song of passion announced her orgasm with deep moans. His own orgasm upon him he pulled from her body and sent jets of creamy cum all over her abdomen and breasts. He slid his body up and down hers, rubbing his spent liquid into their skin as once again they kissed long and passionately, each attempting to adsorb the other. Not wanting to fall asleep in the sun they went into the house and fell asleep in each other’s arms, exhausted by the afternoon of loving in the sun.

They had both loved the sweaty afternoon fuck, and repeated it with variances several times over the next week. Unfortunately fall was coming and with it the end of this enjoyable pastime. Bob gave it a lot of thought before phoning a contractor friend. They drew up plans and estimates before settling on a small addition that would extend his back bedroom. It would allow room for a king sized bed to play in, but better yet, a washroom connected to the master bedroom. There were several special modifications for the bathroom, a huge shower but no bathtub.

Bob had thought of a two-person tub as well but frankly couldn’t afford the additional costs. He was most interested in the shower, with its modifications. He explained to Mary that he was having an addition built and asked if it would be all right if he lived with her, while the addition was going up. She laughed and said “Bob, when have we not been together since that first night you came to my place? So I’ll tell you what, you may stay with me as long as you keep me pleasured. Is that okay with you?” Remember I’m a demanding woman.”

His response was to take her into his arms and kiss her passionately. Her arms flew around his neck as she kissed back, probing with her tongue, drawing her body tight against his, grinding her pelvis against his growing erection. He picked her up, carried her down the hall and threw her into her bed. His body followed hers onto the bed where he undid the waistband of her slacks and drew both pants and panties down over her hips as she lifted her bottom. He then squirmed out of his own pant and under ware. Forgetting the rest of their clothing, he spread her legs and pushed his rigid tool into the warm moist grotto of his desire with one deep stroke. He was not alone in his desires. The moment he started to spread her legs, she responded by lifting her twat for easy access, kissing him all over his face and neck as his thrusts filled her with love and lust.

“Oh Bob, do me hard, do me deep.” Her hips answered with thrusts of her own as she sought maximum penetration by the man she loved. “Oh yes, yes fill me hard, do me, fuck me,” she groaned. As her moans turned to a prolonged yell of “Screeeeew Meeeeee” as she came humping and heaving beneath him forcing him to spill his seed, with a body shaking orgasm, into the depths of her love.

When he regained his composure Bob asked, “Well do you think that might keep you happy while I’m here?”

Mary looked at him through lust-filled eyes and replied coyly, “I’m just not sure. I think we better do it again.” She remove his shirt before she positioned herself so that she could kiss his stomach and thighs and finally engulfing his cock into her mouth. She loved the taste of her self on his dick and she stroked him with mouth and hand to harden him once more, before sliding him into her loving moist depths. The weeks of construction flew by quickly as Mary lived up to her promise of being a demanding woman. Night after night was filled with lust and passion, but always ended with the love that continued to grow between them. Eventually, with the interior decorator finished he was ready to unveil his new bedroom to his love.

“Come on, honey, let’s go see it” He was anxious to show her the new shower and if the truth be known to use it with her in it.

“Just a moment babes I want to change into something more appropriate for your new bedroom.” She called from her room. True to her word a moment later, she emerged from her bedroom wearing the white shirt he loved her in. Hand in hand they walked down the front sidewalk to his home she unconcerned that she was nude under the shirt. When she saw the bedroom she turned to him and said “Oh Robert, I’m so glad you love me so.” Then she dived onto the new bed, rolled over, spread her legs, and cried “Fuck me!” For once he didn’t obey his favorite command and said,

“Sorry not until I’ve cleaned you up.”

“And just what does that mean?” She asked as she looked at him suspiciously from the bed. After all it was the first time he refused that request.

“Come with me.” He replied as he held out his hand to help her from the bed. He led her into the bathroom to show her the shower. Six foot wide and four deep with a plate glass wall and door the shower was the height of opulence. There were tiled walls and at each end a large showerhead with individual controls. Just above the floor on one wall the snout of a steam generator stuck out from the wall. Leaning against the back wall was an inflatable air mattress.

“Bob it’s beautiful, but I think you have more on you’re mind than just cleaning me up.” Bob began to unbutton her shirt baring her beautiful teats to his lustful gaze. She arched her back giving him easy access as he rained kisses over female flesh not forgetting areolas and nipples. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders onto the floor admiring her curvaceous body. She stepped into the shower and standing to one side started the one showerhead adjusting until she had the temperature right before moving to the other to repeat the process. He stripped quickly and entered behind her sliding his hands over her now wet slick torso.

He reached for a bar of soap and began to slather her skin with suds. She leaned back into him allowing him to become her body servant. He fondled her breasts with soap-filled hands arousing her nipples to an achy neediness. He turned off one of the shower heads so he could get her sexy salacious body covered in a thick lather of slippery soapiness. Suddenly he stopped. “Oh damn!” he swore, “I forgot the main reason for the shower.” Stepping out of the shower, he turned the steam generator on.

He returned to sliding his hands over her body creating a tingling sensuousness that pervaded her skin as he squatted to soap her thighs and calves. The steam generator now warm puffed its first cloud of warm whiteness into the shower as he stood and purposely worked the soap against her pussy and anus bring her to a high state of arousal. He turned the showerhead back on and centered her between the sprays rinsing with sensuous hands the soap from her body. Her lust had reached a point where she felt she had to fuck, as warm white tentacles of steam seemed to snake around her body. His cock was rigid, tight with passion, all his planning was paying off. The warm heat increased, visibility reduced as the steam now began to inundate the shower.

Bob turned both showerheads off and began to slide his hands over Mary’s lusting body that was now beginning to glow from the moist hot heat surrounding it. As the perspiration mixed with water built on their bodies Bob flipped the air mattress onto the floor and went to his knees to lick the moisture off his lover’s abdomen slowing descending into the forest of pubic hair she had grown for him. Soon his tongue was flicking at her clitoral hood. Mary slid one foot aside to allow him further access to her lusting hole. He could stand it no more.

He stood and pushed her against a wall, his cunt seeking cock sliding deep into her warm wetness. Their bodies were slipping and sliding together well lubricated by the sweat and water. They became a single mass of sweating fucking flesh until their knees weakened as their arousal increased. Bob no longer able to support her slid Mary to the mattress on the floor and reentered her. Her hips thrust her twat up to receive her lover. Both were now firmly on the path to orgasmic bliss. All that could be seen through the steam covered plate glass wall was one of Mary’s shapely legs coming out of the cloud of steam bent at the knee flopping with the rhythm of their thrusting.

Mary’s body, fired by lust, blood coursing through her veins, began convulsions of fucking frenzy as multi orgasmic tremors filled her belly with the rapture only her lover could produce. She screamed out her ecstasy, her hips continuing their frenzied fucking motion searching for his cream to bring completeness to her cravings. Bob came in her with body wracking spurts satiating her fierce need. Mary kissed him deeply confirming the intense love she had for him. He rained kisses over her body answering her over whelming love with an intensity of his own. Finally, they left the shower exhausted by post orgasmic bliss and the intensity of their loving. They crawled into their new bed creating a tangle of arms and legs as they cuddled together attempting to become one. His last conscious act was a kiss on her cheek.

A White Dress Shirt Ch 3

The months passed, their sexual antics simply increased the love they had for each other. They would often go to her place to clean, but they lived at his enjoying what Mary called their shrine of love, the shower. Not that the four-poster bed didn’t get used a lot for play. Wonderful sensual wrestling matches with laughter, giggling, and goosing taking place. Normally these interludes would change to frenzied fucking; their passion for one another knew no bounds. Sometimes when Bob was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper a lovely apparition would appear wearing only a white shirt. This ploy never failed to entice him and they would end up in bed or the shower kissing and hugging, flesh-to-flesh, before trying to hump each other’s brains out. One day Mary asked him, “Do you remember the first night I showed you my boobs?”

“Of course I do,” Bob replied, “It was the first night you wore the shirt, I’ll never forget it. You were so beautiful.” Bob began to look at her with lust-filled eyes.

“Whoa, down boy,” Mary laughed, “Well I can’t remember any of it but I do remember promising you the next day that you would meet Sally some time. I was wondering if you would mind if I had her over some time this week.”

“Not at all,” Bob replied, “A friend of yours will certainly be a friend of mine.”

A few nights later Mary scooted about the house giving it the final once over waiting for her friend to arrive. Bob wondered why she was so nervous and then realized this was the first good friend Mary was to introduce him to. He went into their bedroom and changed his clothes. He put on slacks and shirt he knew Mary particularly liked. When he reentered the kitchen, where she was fussing about, she smiled her appreciation, then stopped her fussing, and melted into his arms for a long tongue filled kiss full of the affection he adored. Naturally, the doorbell rang just as he was really getting into the kiss. With a laugh, Mary broke the kiss and ran to the door.

He followed her more slowly arriving just in time to see a buxom, curvaceous, red head walk in the door. He stepped forward with a welcoming smile and when she put out her hand, gave it a friendly shake. Her return smile caused a tightening in his groin. She was incredibly attractive and he understood why Mary had called her, her nemeses. Sally was a scotch drinker as well, so they all settled down with a drink.

With his first sip, he realized he had not had a drink since the first night Mary and he had made love. The night progressed and conversation, which had, begun with the mundane, turned to humor. Eventually Mary told the story of the first time she had displayed her teats. Sally laughed when she found out she was the one that he was supposed to make the comparison with, but stood up and began to unbutton her blouse. Looking over at Mary with a lascivious look in her eye she said,

“Well are you going to allow Bob the comparison or not?”

Mary stood and began to unbutton her own shirt. “I’ll take you on any day,” she said as she exposed her braless fleshy breasts to the world sticking out her chest with pride. Sally in response, dropped her blouse from her shoulders and with the time honored double-jointed motion reached behind and undid the clasps. Hunching her shoulders forward the bra dropped to the floor allowing her own feminine flesh to be exposed. Both women laughing began to wiggle their shoulders back and forth causing their beautiful teats to swing and sway.

“So what do you think, Bob?” Sally asked, stepping forward to give him an even closer view. Bob, left speechless by the gorgeous display of femininity, could only stare as his mind searched for a suitable response. It finally came to him that honesty was the best answer.

“Sally” he croaked and then clearing his throat said with a stronger voice, “You have some of the nicest breasts I have ever had the privilege to see, but the contest is totally unfair. If you were two women I had just stumbled upon I might be able to give a fair evaluation and to be honest I don’t know who would win. But it is not the case; Mary is the woman I love. I adore everything about her. Her breasts are the ones that I suckle, fondle, kiss, and dream about in my sleep. They are to me the most magnificent, sexy breasts in the world and I cannot do without them. Sally you are an extremely beautiful woman, but you’re not my Mary. I’m sorry, what else can I say?”

Sally replied, “I can’t think of a better answer and Bob; I like you more for it. You leave me feeling good about myself but at the same time a little bit jealous I don’t have a man like you to call my own.”

Mary, at that moment stepped into his arms and began a long loving kiss. As the kiss went on she took both his hands from around her back and placed them on her teats. “Kiss them Bob,” she purred, “Show Sally how much you love them.” With those words Bob bent his head and kissed the woman he loved where she wanted kissing. When he stopped, Sally had her blouse back on and stuffed her bra in her purse. She then handed him her empty glass.

“I’m sorry to ask, but after a display like that I really need another drink,” she said. When he returned from the kitchen with a fresh round for all, both women were dressed and talking as though nothing had happened. He sat in his chair listening to their chatter as he thought about the last few minutes. Never in his life had he done anything sexual in front a third party. He was shocked to find it had been highly arousing. He had liked demonstrating his love in front of this beautiful friend of Mary’s. He wondered if he was a bit perverted but it had been a wonderful sensation and he wasn’t going to worry about it.

When Sally left he promptly unbuttoned her shirt and began suckling again arousing them both as he kissed her nipples to aching hardness, his own hardness growing in his pants. They stripped and went to bed. He kissed her lightly, starting with her succulent lips while Mary slid her finger into her sweet folds and played while he kissed. Soon his lips were moving down her body kissing all the while. Teasing kisses, these went under her breasts, around her navel, and into her luxurious pubic growth. He felt her hand speed up rubbing against his cheek as his mouth moved ever closer to the source of her sexual nectar.

Suddenly she spread legs wide, removed her hand, and instead used it to shove his mouth against the creamy folds he so adored. A little while later when both were satiated, Mary rolled into his arms and asked, “Robert, do you like my friend?” He took a moment to formulate a reply; frankly, he wanted to express himself accurately. The use of his formal name gave away the importance of the question. With his thoughts finally sorted out, he replied,

“I think I more than just like her or maybe I should say I like her for many reasons. Of course, she is very pretty and that’s easy to like. Sally has a wicked sense of humor, which I like as well. She shows excellent taste because she likes the woman I love.” Mary kissed him at that point, which he gratefully received, having fished a little for the kiss. “But what I like the most,” he went on to say, “Is she is a free sprit much like you.” Mary pressed her breasts against his chest and snuggled in to go to sleep. As he drifted towards sleep she asked,

“Robert, did you like kissing my titties in front of her?”

Wide-awake again he replied, “Yes, I have to admit, it excited me to make love to you in front of her.”

“Oh Robert, it made me so wet I wanted you to fuck me right then in front of her.”

Thinking the conversation over Bob mulled this last comment over in his mind now unable to drift back to sleep.


“Yes, dear!”

“Would you like to give me a good fucking in front of her?”

Bob’s immediate reaction was yes, but on further reflection it was no. He was certainly of mixed emotion. He would love to fuck his sweet sexy Mary in front of her beautiful friend. The very thought fired his lascivious side. However sober second thought reminded him of the wonderful relationship he now had with his loving Mary There was no way he was about to jeopardize that relationship for some momentary sexual thrill involving another woman.


“Yes dear, I’m sorry, I was just thinking”

“Did it hurt?” She asked with a laugh.

“Yes, in a way it did. Although in some ways I would like to say yes, my answer is no.” Bob when on to explain how he had arrived at his answer.

Robert, I love you so much would you please fuck me silly.” Bob pulled her up on top of him to kiss passionately. A kiss that slowly created the irresistible compulsion that would only be satisfied by a furious fuck. Exhausted they fell asleep in each other’s arms, each with their own thoughts about a certain red head.

A few days later, while he was reading the newspaper, the white shirted apparition appeared in the living room. When he set the paper to one side, instead of leading him into the bedroom by the hand, she sat in his lap. Her bare bum squirming on his pant covered crotch. With his hardened attention ascertained she said, “Robert I was talking to Sally today. She told me she really likes you. Sally told me when you were kissing my titties she wanted you to kiss hers too. I told her how hot I got when you did it. She told me she got wet just watching us. When I told her I wanted to fuck you in front of her she just laughed and said she would have probably pulled her panties down and fingered herself while she watched. What do you think of that?”

“Honey it excites me thinking about it. It’s a male’s fantasy come true. In real life, problems can arise and I just plain don’t want to jeopardize our relationship. Certainly not on a one night stand,” He replied.

“Robert there’s a reason why Sally and I are so uninhibited in front of each other. Remember when I told you I had tried women too. Sally was the woman I tried the most. If you hadn’t come along I might have ended up with her. Remember the night you told me about the red haired pussy of your youth and you caught me rubbing myself? Well when you told me I was thinking how much I enjoyed a red haired pussy, that was always wet with desire for me. We’re both bisexual and I was wondering if you would allow me to invite her to stay with us for a while. I don’t think I’d be jealous because you see I’d be getting my cake and be eating it too. Pun intended,” she laughed and stuck her tongue in his ear causing his body to shiver with lust. He slid his hand under her shirt and played with a nipple before replying.

“Honey, there are several reasons why I think we shouldn’t. It would be a terrible double standard on my part. I could never tolerate another man touching you. I love you to much to share and besides I’m so straight I’m repulsed by the thought of an other man in our bed. Also, there is Sally to consider she will have wants and desires of her own. Maybe she will want another man in our bed, or even worse, she’ll go behind our backs and get some man on the side. The last thing we need is some one bringing home some disease and even if she practiced safe sex, my double standard would apply to her too. I’m sorry but if we started this I wouldn’t want her touching another man.” The discussion went long into the evening with Mary countering ever objection until finally he gave in. As they snuggled in together, after long loving kisses, he wondered if his brain was in his head or his dick. When he was with Mary he sleepily decided it was in his dick.

The following evening Mary fussed and fidgeted waiting for Sally to arrive. When the doorbell rang, Mary jumped up and opened to a Sally carrying a small over night bag. Looking over Mary’s shoulder Sally asked,

“Bob could you run out to my car, it’s the black Mustang, and bring my suitcases in. They’re in the trunk,” she told him as she handed him her keys. Bob found two heavy suitcases and lugged them into the house.

“Mary, where do you want these?” He yelled.

“In here.” Mary replied from the bedroom. Bob put the suitcases where told and retreated to his newspaper. He could hear doors opening and closing, drawers banging shut as the women obviously were putting away Sally’s clothes. There was a lot of laughter and giggling and he ungraciously wondered if they where already touching each other, not without a little pang of jealousy. A little while later he noticed it had become quiet in the bedroom, but before he could stand to investigate, two white shirted, bare footed, beauties stood before him. Mary held out her hand.

“Come along Robert we have need of you.” They led him down the hall into the bedroom. Both then turned and looked at him. Sally lifted the shirttails to show her pubes, a fuzz of red covered her pubic bone and descended to cover her puffy outer lips, almost like a five o’clock shadow. Bob noticed her inner labia already poking through her succulent outer folds.

“I’m sorry Robert,” she said, “Mary didn’t tell me anything intimate until she had your permission for me to come.” I just started to grow it for you. When Mary and I were lovers, we always shaved but I like the idea of you making love to my future hairy bush.” She turned to Mary and asked, “Should we do it now Mary?”

Mary nodded her approval then sat back on the bed. Her thighs spread, the hairy lips beckoning for their ravishment. Sally went to her knees, buried her face between Mary’s open legs, and tasted for a moment the sweet sexy juice contained within. She then stood and turned to Bob, lifted her face, her lips shiny with Mary’s nectar, her whole body posed in a manner that demanded a kiss. Bob took her in his arms, his lips tasting his lovers spend and suddenly the kiss became one of intense compulsion, tongues entwined, his love of Mary’s taste spilling onto Sally’s warm wet mouth as his mouth enraptured hers. He realized it was what they both had planned. Sally was ready to love him passionately if he would allow.

When he broke the kiss Sally looked him straight in the eye and promised, “Robert, Mary has told me of your fears, and I assure you no other man or woman will touch me as long as I live under your roof. Now Robert, to quote Mary I have need of you.”

Sally began to unbutton his shirt, when he took over undid his pants and slid his pants, and shorts to the floor exposing the raging hard on she and Mary had created. He shrugged off the shirt and stepped out of his pants. As he kissed her again, wishing she still tasted strongly of Mary, he began to unbutton the white dress shirt. Her teats were beautiful, but not as beautiful as Mary’s were. He would never tell her.

He unbuttoned until the shirt was open then fell to his knees to nuzzle the fussy red peach presented. Then he noticed the inner labia that now almost dangled from the outer; soft, raggedy, so far out they seemed to beg a sucking. He sat back on his heels, gripping her soft yet firm buttocks, dragging her forward so his tongue could slide between her fleshy flaps to taste the inner nectar. They were by far the largest petals of love he had ever seen bedewed with tiny droplets of creamy moisture. Her taste divine as his tongue played between her folds. He sucked hard on those inner lips enhancing further their swollen state. Their pliable softness begging the fucking they so richly deserved.

He stood and pushed her gently back onto the bed beside Mary. Mary sat up to watch as he crawled between Sally’s legs, positioning himself for entry. His arms with elbows locked holding his body high so he could watch as Sally’s hand clutched him firmly and slid the head of his penis back and forth between her inner lips until her labia seemed to grasp the head of his cock and then slither down his shaft as he slowly pushed into her. Upon withdrawal, they clasped hold, further elongating as though they would cling forever, forming a tube around his girth. He allowed his body to gently settle onto hers, feeling her breasts against his chest, snuggling his face into her neck. Her arms came around him. He began the rhythmic motion of love feeling in his mind the slither, then clasp, slither then clasp. Sally’s hips further enhanced the super sexy feel and he knew he would cum far too soon.

Fortunately, he had aroused Sally with his tongue, and she came first, shuddering out her orgasm beneath him. His orgasm pending he withdrew until just the head was encased in those succulent lips before he released. He creamed the swollen floppy flesh then withdrew to admire his handy work. Her labia spread open by his fucking flopped to each side glistening from their cum. Between them lay a small pool of translucent white cum. Just as he was about go down on Sally once again. Mary kissed him instead. Then smiled and told him, “My turn lover, I saw what you did and I’m going to enjoy what you have left for me. Their beautiful aren’t they?”

“What are beautiful,” he asked.

“Her labia,” she sighed, “they’re so soft and meaty. I could suck on them for hours.” She knelt between Sally’s legs, leaned forward and took the tender morsels of sexual flesh between her lips. She sucked hard straining her lovers cum through her other lovers sex. They finally feel asleep still playing with each others bodies

Bob had to admit his fears had been groundless. He realized he had assumed that Sally would have a different agenda from their own. But, as the weeks passed, and Sally showed no signs of moving out, he discovered it was not the case. Sally showed her agenda was theirs, loving them with all her heart. He relaxed allowing Sally to love them both as strongly as they loved each other. Not that Sally didn’t bring changes. She was even more uninhibited than Mary, often parading about the house in the nude while she prepared meals and helped clean.

Even during her period she would wander about the house wearing one of those elastic waist belts with the two straps hanging down holding her pad in place. One day Bob couldn’t help himself. Sally was leaning over the bed making it. Her ass high in the air, her pussy sticking out from between her thighs, it’s inner labia exposed as usual. He suddenly noticed how long her pussy hair had grown. Red and luxuriant it demanded his attention

He tool off his clothes, as she worked, and entered her from behind. She responded joyfully placing her hands flat on the bed and thrusting back hard, moaning out her passion. Sliding her meaty folds back and forth along his shaft enticing him to further harder thrusts . Her rounded bum began to slap against his abdomen. Soon her body shuddered in orgasm and Bob with shudder after shudder spewed his own cum into her receptive loins. As he dressed, she went back to making the bed unconcerned by the slow seep of sexual juice oozing from the enlarged floppy lips of her pussy, wetting her curly hair and running down her thighs.

Another time while he was reading the newspaper she stopped and asked for a kiss. When he put the paper aside she had posed in such a way he realized she wanted her pussy kissed. He obliged kissing and suckling her forever-exposed inner labia. After a moment or two she broke the kiss and went on about the house. Once, while passing Mary, she noticed Mary was absent-mindedly rubbing her puss as she read. She reached under Mary’s skirt and pulled her panties down. She then kissed Mary’s pussy to a hip heaving orgasm before carrying on as though nothing had happened, not seeking her own orgasm. As this behavior continued in many variations, Mary and Bob wore less and less about the house. Bob even adjusted the thermostat to a much higher setting as they adjusted to Sally’s casual sexual life style, so obviously brought about by her love of them.

Sally was also responsible for a change in a way they used the shower. One day she called for them from the bedroom. When they enter they found her lying on two big beach towels that she had spread over the bed before laying down. Her body was bright pink, glowing in perspiration. She had obviously been using the steamer. “Please make love to me,” she demanded knowing how they all enjoyed a good sweaty fuck. It was glorious.

Immediately afterwards they all got dressed and went out to buy a padded waterproof mattress cover. They brought it home, spread it over the bed and striped for the shower. With the steam generator on they sat on the air mattress, not bothering to turn the shower on. Just sitting allowing their bodies to turn pink from the heat, and glow from the perspiration that beaded and ran down their bodies. Then they went to bed again, kissing and sliding, feeling and rubbing, limbs entwined, bodies humping and heaving, cunts juicy, cock rampant, until they became one big ball of fucking orgasmic flesh. Afterwards they lay side-by-side touching and kissing basking in the sensations of post coital bliss. Finally, they fell asleep rolled up into a ball of love. They didn’t really know it but it was the day Sally became a full member in their love. It was the day they all knew Sally would never move out. A dress white shirt and competition had brought this all about.

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