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Carol's Clean Machine (MF)
by Rick O (rick_oh@whiteice.com)
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It all started on our third date. The third date is usually the one
in which you know one way or another, whether the relationship is
going to be intimate. Carol had been rushed to get ready for the
date, and mentioned that she only had time to wash her face and hands.
"Gosh, you still smell good," I remarked when we were at dinner.
Carol responded that it must be the scent of the soap. I nuzzled in
close to her face to pick up more of the scent, and lightly brushed my
lips on her skin near her earlobe. Her smile showed that she was
receptive, and even aroused. I told her I loved the scent of soap,
and, taking advantage of her arousal, kissed her lightly on the face.
"Stop that!" she scolded, laughing at the same time. "You're getting
me so excited. Let's eat."
I grasped her hand and kissed it; then, with the tone of the evening
having been set, we had our dinner at the restaurant. Carol subtly
sprinkled the conversation with hints that told me that things were
going to go deeper back at her place after dinner.
We got to her place later that evening, and experience told me that
the woman should be the one to set the pace. We talked for a while
and got to the touching stage, which was soon followed by impassioned
kisses. Something told me (her twinkling eyes, maybe) that this was
the night to get intimate.
Carol led me to her bedroom, and we undressed. I feasted my eyes on
this woman who I had often fantasized about. She excused herself and
went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard water running for
a few minutes, and then she came out and got on the bed and spread her
legs. She had mentioned that she loves cunnilingus before
intercourse, so I put my mouth between her legs and I caught the
strong scent of soap. She giggled when I realized that she had
liberally rubbed the bar of soap on the upper part of her mound so
that I'd be stimulated by the scent as I was working on her.
I took my time and brought Carol to orgasm twice, after which she got
up and lathered her hands with soap and liberally handled my throbbing
erection. When she had copiously soaped me up, she applied the excess
from her hands onto her pussy, and led me back to the bed. I easily
slipped inside her, and the excited look in her eyes only aroused me
more.
I plowed her pussy with my hard member, and in due time she coaxed a
plentiful ejaculation from me.
"I wanted to make this special," she said, "both for me and for you."
In a few minutes I was hard again and went in for seconds. Since I
lasted a lot longer, Carol climaxed too. It was indeed a special
event.
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