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 Please Me Part 1



   I hadn't felt this tired in a long time; moving the office took forever,
and although I didn't do most of the heavy lifting, my responsibility to
make sure it went well weighed a ton.  And, it was a Saturday to boot.  I
could only count on one day to recover before unpacking the boxes on Monday
while trying to conduct business.  If I hadn't left my cell phone at
home...



   I never bothered to remember anyone's number anymore.  My cell phone was
my address book, all I had to do was flip it open and select a name.  So I
couldn't call Tobey even if I pulled over.  And I couldn't just leave him
hanging since nothing annoys me more than a flaky person.  "I'll just make
a brief appearance.  Stay for an hour and tell him I'm drained.  He'll
understand." I thought.  Besides the traffic wasn't bad, and I was enjoying
seeing nature even if it was flashing past at 65 mph.  Okay, 72 mph.



   I found a parking spot right in front of his place, a good omen.  I
swung my purse over my shoulder, double-checked that the car door locked
and unlatched the gate.  As usual, he left the glass entry door slightly
ajar using a piece of wood for a doorstop.  He's so thoughtful.  Climbing
up the steps I could feel the muscle aches of tomorrow settling in.  I
must've gone up and down those stairs fifty times at the office, checking
to see that the movers packed the truck properly.  The last thing I wanted
was to listen to my boss complain about items the movers broke and
demanding we file in Small Claims against them on Monday.



   The door to his apartment was ajar.  I smiled at the marine blue wall,
the only one painted in the large living/dining room.  "Hey," he said
smiling, "how are you?" The smile reached the corner of his eyes and he
came over to hug me.  He smelled so good.  No cologne, it was just the
scent of his skin.  "Tired.  The move took forever.  I almost didn't make
it." "Aww, you shouldn't have come.  You could have called." I smiled.  He
looked good too.  Clean-shaven head and face, which accentuated his eyes,
and well formed lips flush with natural color most women would kill to call
their own.  He was dressed down, low key as always.  His clothes were
slightly too big for him, camouflaging the lovely body beneath.  Hmmm,
really a lovely body...  A little of my weariness drifted away.



   My gaze shifted to something near his feet.  "What's that?" I said,
indicating with my eyes the steel piping on the floor.  "That's a
chandelier I'm working on." He squatted down and started showing me how he
was putting it together.  I squatted to join him and was immediately sorry.
My thighs reminded me that I'd asked too much of them already.  "Ooohhh!" I
hissed.  "What?" "I'm so sore from today," I said rubbing my thigh.  Then I
caught a whiff of myself, "and smelly too." "Do you want to take a shower?"
he offered.  Squatting this close to him, he really smelled good.  There's
something distinct about the way men and women smell that can't be
replicated.  I inhaled him, my lips parting.  I was about to be naked in
this good-looking man's apartment.  I realized I really wanted to be naked
in his apartment...  with him near by.  I looked into his hazel eyes
"Actually, I'd prefer to take a bath." I took his hand, placed it palm down
on my thigh and drew it up pushing my skirt higher.  "Will you draw it for
me?" His pupils dilated just slightly.  He didn't draw his hand back from
my grasp.  "Yes." He said quietly.

   We stood.  I clasped his hand loosely in my own, turned and led him down
the hallway.  I passed by the first bathroom we came to.  I wanted to use
the tub in the one adjoining his bedroom.  We crossed the threshold of his
room and walked into the bathroom.  He turned on the tap and tested the
water with his hand.  "How hot?" "Really warm." "I don't have bubbles or
anything." "That's okay, I want you to see everything anyway." He
straightened.  I took his hand and put it between my breasts, over the
small buttons on my blouse.  "Undo the buttons." With rapt attention to
what his fingers were doing, he slowly undid the long row of buttons, the
backs of his hands grazing the sides of my breasts.  I could feel myself
growing damp, my pussy lips swelling.  I thought of his hands on my skin.
"Take the blouse off my shoulders and down my arms." He complied and laid
it neatly on the counter.  "Pull my skirt down." Pinching some of the
stretchy fabric between his fingers he slipped the skirt over my hips and
down my legs to my feet, holding it away from my ankles so I could step out
of it.  As he stood I noticed his pants were tenting a little in the front.
Good.  He draped it over my blouse.  I was standing very close to him in
only my bra and underwear.  A matched set with pearly lace that contrasted
against my tan skin.  I drew my gaze from his lips.  "Turn off the water."
The bathroom was markedly silent.

   My eyes traveled across one brow, down the curve of his nose to the fold
of laughter brushing the corner of his mouth.  They swept back to his
waiting for my next command.  "Remove my bra." I knew he would have to
touch me when he accomplished this.  Raising his hands to my shoulders, he
let them hover just above my skin.  I could almost feel them but they
weren't touching me.  As his fingers glided just over my flesh he traced
the curve of my arms to the wrist, then raised them slightly in front of
me. Reaching around, he unhooked the clasp, and deftly removed it.  Except
for touching my wrists, all he had done was raise goose bumps.  Grabbing
his hand, I brought it to my breast and traced first one and then the other
stiff nipple with his fingertips.  I hooked his finger in the band of my
panties and said "Remove them".  He drew them down, kneeling as they
reached my lower thighs, nose parallel to my bush as they completed their
journey.  I put a hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I removed one,
then the next foot.  I could see his nostrils quiver, his inhalations
almost audible.  I knew how strongly I must smell; could see the trail of
dampness they left on one thigh.  He moved, almost imperceptibly closer,
his mouth slightly open.  I stepped back and looked away from him.  I
stepped into the tub.  "Remove your clothes, fold them, and lay them on the
counter." I eased myself into water that brushed my clavicle once I lay
against the back of the tub.  Through half-lidded eyes I watched Tobey
undress, not hurriedly, but with an economy of motion that finished the
task all too soon.  I like watching his muscles move as he bends and
shifts. He turned toward me.  His cock at three-quarter mast only
accentuated the flatness of his stomach.  Compact pecs sparsely covered
with hair set beneath shoulders just the right width for his hips.  He has
a touch of ink here and there.  I'm always surprised by his tattoos. 
"Bring some soap into the tub with you."

   I moved forward in the tub and allowed him to slide in behind me, his
legs on either side, and the feeling of his skin against mine competed only
with the silky weightlessness of the water.  I put my hands on the bottom
of the tub and leaned forward slightly.  He gathered my hair in his hands
before twisting it up.  Producing a hairclip from somewhere (an
ex-girlfriend's probably) he bound it in place.  His forearms slipped along
my lower back as he lathered up and (finally) his hands slid down my neck
along the column of my spine and over my shoulders.  Firm fingers slid over
the tense muscles of my back in a delicious massage/cleansing hybrid. 
After working out the last kink (or the first) his hands circled to the
front of my shoulders and pulled me back against him.  I leaned my head
back against the tub as he caressed the underside of my chin, trailed past
the hollow of my throat and began soaping my breasts, squeezing them
gently, letting them slip through his fingers.  I found my nose against his
jaw, lips grazing his neck.  This felt so good, but my thoughts were
drifting off to actions that required a somewhat drier setting.  Taking one
last deep breath of him, I licked his earlobe and said "You want to finish
cleaning me".  He used that same economy along the rest of my body and was
soon drying me off.

   Taking the fluffy towel from him I draped it over his shoulders, and
began to pat him dry.  Drawing the towel over his stomach I patted the
scant thatch above his once again semi-erect penis.  Drying his legs, a
drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his prick and drew my attention. 
My mouth started to water.  I looked up at him watching me and said "I like
how you've trimmed down here," then swirled my tongue firmly over the head
of his cock and savored the thick liquid on my tongue.  I stood and placed
one foot on the toilet seat.  "Would you trim me?" He opened a drawer,
pulled out the clippers, and knelt to the task.  The clippers buzzed
pleasantly, but the sensation was dimmed by the nervousness of having
something so sharp near my tender bits.  Finishing, he put the clippers
away, and dampened a washcloth with warm water.  He cleared away the shorn
hairs with the cloth then put his hand by his side.  I was puffy again for
sure, and oh so damp.  His eyes partially closed, I watched him inhale me
again.  "Do you like what you see?" "Yes," his tongue played over his lower
lip.  "Do you like what you smell?" "Yeah." His eyes were on mine waiting
for me to tell him what next.  "Come."

   We walked into his room and stood next to the bed.  I reached beneath
his jaw and cupped his neck just behind his ear to pull those lips forward
into a deep kiss; I sucked on his lower lip before letting it go.  "Lay
down." He laid back on the mattress arms at his sides, cock against his
stomach.  I knelt on the mattress, trailed my hand over his nipple, along
the side of his stomach, past the soft sensitive spot of his inner hip, and
lifted it.  "Taste me." Facing that lovely cock again I straddled his head
and lowered myself onto his face.  Softly he sucked the edges of my pussy
lips working his way down one, up the other.  I wondered whether I was more
sensitive since I had less hair now, but stopped caring why it felt so
good. His tongue flicked my clit, flattened a little and drew down the
center of my slit, dipping slightly into the pool of juice I knew must be
at the entrance of my cunt.  His hands stole over my thighs, anchoring me.
Like I was going anyplace.  Sucking softly at first, then with more gusto,
he repeated the lap.  My breath was shallow and quick.  I leaned forward,
one hand on his hip to steady myself.  He raised his head to burrow deeper
into me then thrust his tongue into my cunt.  I dropped my head in time to
the plunge in my groin.  It felt so fucking good.  Moving to my clit, he
alternated suckling with short flicks of his tongue.  He was pulling me
down to his face, so intensely good did this feel I was trying to pull
away. Switching to little swirling circles, I began to move toward him
again and realized my mouth was just inches from his prick.  Rocking my
pelvis slightly, I rode the currents of pleasure those little circles were
creating.  And rubbed his penis against my cheek and lips.  I opened my
lips and took the head in my mouth.  I sucked gently in time to his licks.
I took him deeper and ran my tongue around his girth, then around the
underside of his head.  I needed to be filled.

   I sat up and turned around.  Tobey was positively soaked.  Glittering
like a candied apple and looking like someone just took one away from him.
In one motion I straddled his cock and sank down on it to the base.  I
flushed and my nipples hardened; gasping, I threw back my head.  I
contracted twice around his cock so full in me.  When I regained some of my
composure and looked down, bliss had overwritten the hurt look I last saw.
I leaned over him, "How do I taste?" "Oh, so good." "Really?" I liked
myself off his cheek, "Mmm, yes." Beginning to grind against the base of
his dick, I took my time savoring every bit of me on his face.  Then my
pussy got twitchy and demanded my full attention.

   I put my tit in his left palm, wrapped his right arm around my waist,
sat up fully and began to ride and writhe.  Slowly, full of tension, the
upstroke dragging his head across the front of my vagina (and my g-spot!),
the down-stroke along the back until reaching fully and snugly against the
bottom.  I can't withstand the lusciousness of the pace for long though; it
feels so good I unconsciously begin to increase my speed.  Riding his cock
is so hot, so intense, I have to vent; I'm breathing heavily and moaning
now.  I grasp his shoulder harshly and start to ride faster.  Both his
hands grip my hips, pulling me up and down.  Faster still and I start to
feel the burning.  My clit is on fire and I'm tensing up all over.  Tobey
is taut, eyes closed, the muscles in his neck, arms, and chest working as
he pulls me up and down on his rod.  I reach the incendiary point; my
knowledge of the world extinguished and reduced to this shuddering, wet,
moment wrapped around this cock so deep inside me, twitching.  Holding me
tight against his pelvis, Tobey arcs up toward me and I feel him spasm.  I
hear him grunt and swear, gasp and sigh.  I fall around his chest, head
tucked into his neck.  As we shift, he slowly pulls out of me.  Putting one
of his legs between mine, I pull his arm around me and begin to drift off
to sleep.  I start to dream about what we will do next time.