Beaver Canyon part 7

Beaver Canyon part 7


After doing as she asked to close the door and blinds, I put the tray on the counter. I was concentrating on the champagne bottle when she slipped silently up behind me and caressed my backside.

"Mmmmmm. Nice and firm," she breathed. "I like a nice, muscular ass on my men. And a hard cock, of course," she continued, reaching around to palm my crotch. Oh yes, I think that will do. So, what part of a woman's body gets you going, Scott? Are you a Booty man? A leg man or do boobs do it for you?

I succeeded in wiggling the cork out of the champagne bottle without spraying the contents across the room and poured her a glass.

Um, I guess I am a bit of everything, I smiled. I like legs. A nice butt, too. A slender waist, and of course.

Big tits? she giggled, letting the robe slide off her shoulders and drop to the floor. Good thing I have all of those, isn't it? She took her glass from my hand, and stepped back, doing a little pirouette before my eyes. Do you like?

What's not to like? I thought. I am sure her husband must have some conflicting emotions, knowing his incredibly beautiful wife was letting other men use her body, but I wasn't him, was I? No, I was just one of the lucky guys she wanted to bang, so I was not going to complain.

I was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I could appreciate her. She really did have it all. Tall, pretty, long beautiful hair... a fit, firm body... great legs, and a very shapely Buttocks.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot... Great tits, too. High and proud on her chest, with just the right amount of hang for their size. They swayed slightly with her movements, and jiggled enticingly as she walked around the room, sipping her champagne.

I see you only brought one glass, she smiled, raising the flute. Don't you want some? It is quite good.

It occurred to me that she could have been referring to the champagne, or herself. I was in a room, with a beautiful, naked woman, who had already made it abundantly clear that she expected me to have sex with her.

What the fuck was I waiting for?

Stepping over to her, I stopped in front, while she sipped, grinning at me.

Is there anything in particular you'd like me to do, I asked, or anything you don't want?

Hmmmm…. now those are interesting questions, she giggled. Let me examine the second part. What do you think I might not like.

I do not know, I shrugged how about kissing? Some people find kissing very personal. May I kiss you?

Oh, I thought you were going to say anal, she purred, putting her glass down. I do not care for anal, but yes, you can kiss me. I would like that, very much.

As if to prove her point, she took the initiative, and pressed her soft, pouty lips to mine, wrapping her arms around my neck to keep me close. I felt the soft globes of her breasts against my chest.

Mmmmmm…. that was nice, she sighed. Now, as far as everything else goes, I suppose the only thing on the list 'don't' list is Cumming inside me. Oh... Or in my hair. Just had it done today. Otherwise, I am giving you carte blanche. Fuck me anyway you like and cum wherever.

May I lick your pussy? I asked.

I would be disappointed if you did not, she moaned, pulling me along with her toward the daybed. Are you good at it? Do not be modest.

Well, I have been told I am, but that be up to you, I answered, as she plucked up the champagne bottle along the way. She sat on the bed, legs spread.

Since you only brought one glass well, I will just have to give you something else to drink, from she said sensually. Tipping the bottle carefully, she let a small stream trickle down over her left breast. The cold liquid made her nipple pucker and stand taller.

I took the hint, and immediately suckled her breast, tasting the champagne. She did the same with her right breast, and I cleaned up.

How about something that holds a little more volume, she winked, leaning back. She pulled her legs up, and aimed the bottle at her gaping, already dripping pussy. With two fingers, she spread the inner lips, and poured.

Wow! The bubbles tickle she laughed. Drink up!

I was on my knees in a second, licking the overflowing champagne from her vagina, and chasing it down across her tight little ass hole. Sylvie giggled, and poured me another drink, forcing me to slurp up the bubbly liquid. She refilled her pussy often and drinking from the bottle herself between fills.

All of this gave me plenty of time to inspect her sexy crevice closely.

I was not at all surprised that she was shaved. It just seemed appropriate, somehow, and went with her personality. Her skin was so smooth, all around the labia. The outer lips flared up, supporting the wings of her inner labia, which were spread wide. I suppose giving birth twice must have stretched those lips, but the overall appearance was extremely attractive. She had a very lovely PUSSY.

And a very tasty one. The champagne aside, I could still taste her natural juices, and she was yummy, getting juicier by the minute. She had abandoned the bottle, which sat propped up in the corner of the daybed, so now I was getting to savor her mixture of sweet and salty undiluted. I preferred her vintage to that of the champagne, hands down.

Sylvie wrapped her legs around my head, her heels spurring me on as I ate her gently. She had one hand in my hair, while the other played with her nipples. She was clearly enjoying the sensations my tongue was providing. She told me that, too.

Mmmmmm, yes, Scott, that is so lovely, she moaned. You really are good at this. I am going to have to add you to my monthly routine, here.

Monthly? Well, I think I could get used to that, and I had not even experienced all she had to offer, yet.

The same could be said for her, of course. I was just getting warmed up, and I began to focus on her, clit!

She giggled, as though my tongue fluttering across her sensitive bud was tickling, but the sounds that followed were most definitely those of pleasure, not humor. I had two fingers sliding in and out of her, while I alternated licking and sucking on her causing her to moan, and her chest with sharp rapped breathing.

When she came, her screams left nothing to the imagination. Everyone within earshot would now know exactly what we were doing.

"Fuck, yes, Scott! Suck my clit! YES! OH FUCK, YES! LICK MY PUSSY DEEP! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSS!"

I pictured heads turning out by the pool, and knowing smiles being exchanged between the guests. Maybe Linda heard it too, and her nipples tightened into hard points under her shirt. Sylvie screamed her testimonial, advertising to my future guests, and splashing her juices over my face.

Oh, good lord, she smiled, rising onto her elbows. Wow that was so fucking awesome, how old are you?

Twenty-two, I answered, licking my lips.

Twenty-two? What, dog-years? she laughed. How would you get so good so fast?"

Thank you, Ma'am, I smiled. I just enjoy it. I like learning.

Mmmmm hmmm, she giggled, her eyes on my bulge. Speaking of learning... I would like to learn more about a certain part of you. Stand up, Scott, and drop those shorts. Lemme see your dick.

Gladly. Things were quite cramped in there right now, and I would love to stretch out, so to speak. Within seconds, I was stepping out of my shorts and underwear. The shirt followed, so I was as naked as she was.

Very nice, Scott, she complimented, grasping my stiffness in one hand. The head was gooey with pre-cum, and she squeezed out another dollop, scraping it up with a fingertip. She tasted it. Mmmmm, yes. Tasty, and just the right size. I am a bit of a Goldilocks when it comes to cocks. Too small is a waste of time, and too big, while it can be fun, is a bit uncomfortable, especially if a guy is rough and yours is just, right! I think I am going to enjoy having my little kitty stuffed with your meat. Want me to suck it?

Please, Ma'am? I asked, hoping she was not just teasing. I had been hard for quite a while and wanted some attention. Only if you wish to do so, of course.

To be continued