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I submit it for your reading pleasure, Enjoy me. Gia Richard by Gia Frosted glass on the windows made me think of my up coming tryst. It had been a while, maybe 4-5 months. I was getting bored with my married lover; Allen was red-haired and sensitive with a neat mustahce and once magic fingers. But he just couldn't make me cum anymore. I would find myself fantasizing about other men.. I was growing as cool as the frosted glass to his touch. Time marches on. "Where to lady?" The cab driver took directions with an, I don't give a damn air and pulled out into the midtown traffic. I made it to Don's apartment by 5 PM. The key was under the mat as usual. I went in. The place was dark and warm. I lit a few lamps and the cozy two room apartment took on a rosy, subdued glow. The radio was already on. I took off my coat and waited for Allen to show. When the doorbell rang I assumed it was he. A tall, strangely handsome, medium built man with the smooth, scarred face of a burn victim stood in the doorway. "I am Richard. Is Don in?" "No... please come in. I am alone." His hair was blonde, wavy and brushed straight back, it just touched his collar. He had a long, black cashmere coat on and a dark turtle neck, he chose to stand looking out the window at the snow fall which had just begun. Hey Jude was playing from the old Magnavox radio in the living room. Don's very 60's apartment was done in deep hues. There were many things crammed into the tiny space, but the effect was very organic, quiet and comfortable. The living room furniture was antique or just old. Knick-knacks and crockery, stained-glass shaded lamps and books crowded together on shelves at different heights, a couple of oriental carpets covered the floor. There was a great deep velvet, dark green pullout sofa and a wine colored armchair with a shawl thrown over it. The kitchen was tiny but well appointed. "Would you like tea?" "No," he turned from the window. "I want to know you." The phrase sent a thrill up my spine, as if he'd meant that in a biblical sense. "There is not much to say... I am Allen's," I hesitated "... girlfriend. And I am waiting for him. Don will be here for a few moments and then, he usually leaves us alone for an hour or so..." "I see..." Hmm. I walked about the room. I was wearing socks, loafers, a dark pleated skirt, very short, and a pink, man-tailored shirt of some thin, silky stuff. I wore a ponytail which made me look younger than my 17 years. I smelled already of Estee Lauder's Youth Dew, which continues as my signature fragrance to this day... Richard sat on the sofa and spread his arms out across the back. His voice was sultry and not hurried as he spoke. I turned to listen and found that his voice was hypnotic. "You look tired. Tired of the day or tired of him?... Tired of him I think. Come and sit, no not here, sit there I want to see you as I... talk. I believe we each are a book, a story waiting to be completed; I have my story and you have obviously only recently begun yours... Let me see... shall I tell it to you, it will be interesting to see how much I can guess, just by looking at you. You are about 16, you are on your own, no young girl with watching parents would ever be able to come up to dear Don's apartment so close to suppertime... You are still in school, holding a night job, you are off today for some reason... maybe you were scheduled off... maybe you called in sick... you don't look like a liar... tell me... are you a liar?" "Yes." "Hmmm. A liar, but a truthful one. Interesting... You are bored with your friend... and aparently interested in me... your nipples are just popping through that silky fabric. They look very inviting... are you cold?" "Yes." "Put a log in the fire grate. Great old place this apartment, imagine having a fire grate in your own living room... the matches are there..." He never moved his hands or arms, just sat, legs crossed, and spoke in that quiet, deep, haunting intoxicating voice. I moved around the room and got the fire started. I was wet with the excitement of his voice... "Your breasts are very large for a girl your age... it is a wonder to see that the nipples are so high, I am afraid in time they will not be but...ooo... how delicious they look... No, don't sit yet I would like to look at them some more if that is all right with you... Is it all right with you?" "Yes." "You have a tiny little waist. I can imagine your skin, so smooth to the touch, creamy almost. Tell me are you creamy, are you beginning to be wet? I believe you are quite wet. Are you?" "Yes." "Ummm," (He crossed his legs the other way.) "Sounds inviting. That fire is really getting off now. Fire is amazing isn't it? A plasma, unlike anything else we know. Are you burning?" "Yes." "But you are still cold?" "Yes." "Hmm. I thought so. Your nipples look hard as rocks. I know you are cold but I would like to see your nipples... remove your blouse and lay it here, next to me." I unbuttoned my blouse with shaking hands, My nipples burning through my shirt. "Oh dear, I see you are wearing a full slip. Will you please remove your little skirt? I bet you have an incredibly tight ass; so full. Asses like that were made for fucking. Does that word upset you?" "No." "Good; fucking is so pleasurable. Deep fucking I mean. I believe that fucking a woman's ass however does not require the deep violation which her pussy does. Do you like to be fucked. Oh, you got your skirt off good. Now fold it neatly and lay it with your other clothes here on the floor in front of me... no, turn around so I can see your ass as you bend over please. I want to get a whiff of your wetness..." I walked across the small lamp lit room trembling. My breasts bounced, unrestrained, against my sheer slip. My nipples grew even longer. As I reached the place where he was sitting, I turned and bent lower to place my things on the floor in front of him. His right boot, of soft, brown leather, was between my feet. As I bent, slowly, I could feel the heat of his face near the back of my thighs. He took a long, ragged, deep breath and exhaled on my sopping wet crotch. The little hairs all over my body became rigid with desire. I stood up and went and stood in front of the fire. I turned to face him. "Mmm. The scent of young, wet cunt is so sweet. I could see that you have been dripping around the edges of your pants. Would you like to take them off?" "Yes." "Good. You are very pliable, this pleases me. Bend away from me as you slide them down over your ass, so that I can see how wet you are... hmm. Very. Now, lay them over here just as you did before." I walked on trembling legs and stood before him, the weight of his gaze made my nipples ache. I turned around, his left boot between my feet. I bent over. "Don't move for a minute..." (he moved in and sniffed long and gently all around my dripping cunt,) oh such a sweet scent. I became rooted to the spot aching. As I realized he was very much closer to me it became difficult to breathe. I swayed on my feet. His face was near my legs; I felt the heat of his long tongue near my clit, and then the very tip caught a little beaded drop of my mositure, the electrical shock that went through me was the most intense feeling I had ever felt. "Just as I thought. Exquisite taste. May I touch you?" "Yes." "First, take that clip out of your hair," (My unbound hair cascaded down my back just above my ass.) "It is much longer than I thought. Come here and hang your head before me. He smelled my hair. "Delicious. Go back. Now, remove your slip while facing me," as the huge areolas and inch long nipples appeared on my 38D breasts, he gave a ragged breath. "Ummm. Come here to me." As I crossed the floor his eyes never left my swaying, tightly nipped breasts. I felt another gush of wetness at the thought of his tonguing my rigid nipples. But, when I stood before him, he slipped his soft boot in between my legs against my slippery clit. His arms still across the back of the couch. "Wanna go for a ride girlie?" I slid back and forth on his boot looking straight into his eyes. Hips grinding and tits swinging, I came again and again and again and then, I climaxed. I did not fall, and when I was done, I shuddered. I stood up and turned to bend and retrieve my clothes. His face came close to me again and I felt the heat of his face near me. Again with infinite slowness, he put out his tongue and captured one sweet drop from my swimming cunt. Then, he spread my thighs wide, gently, with his hands and kissed me ever so lightly on my cunt. I walked back to the center of the room with my clothes. "That was very interesting. Perhaps another time we can talk again." He turned to look out at the darkening sky. I went to the bathroom to change. As he left, I heard Allen and Don arriving. "The girl is in the john, we had an interesting conversation. Ijust stopped to say hi, but I really must be off, I have an out-of-state rehearsal to get to. Tell her I said good-bye." He left without knowing my name. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do your part to make our world a little safer. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 10