She is tall and athletic, with short blonde hair
tipped with a silver tint. She is a figure skater. You
can tell by the muscles that ripple through her beauti-
ful legs as she walks. She has a sweet girlish face.
Her eyes are bright; they dart around the room playful-
ly. She wears a touch of eyeshadow and a touch of lip-
stick. She licks her lips and they stay wet.
He thinks of her pussy lips wet, with the hair
around them trimmed short and neat like the hair on her
head. He thinks how nice she looks in her sequined
skaters costume, so tight fitting.
She puts a hand to her mouth and bites at her fin-
gernail. The hand is strong, with long fingers, but the
skin on it is so smooth. He thinks of her hands strok-
ing his chest, playing with his hard cock, her smooth
fingers stroking its smooth skin. He wants to push his
cock into her wet pussy, rub it against that place deep
inside her. He wants her to be sensitive there, so he
can please her that way.
He takes off her skaters costume first. All her
skin is smooth and firm and lustrous, healthy. Her pussy
lips are glistening, naked with the hair around them
trimmed (just as I knew they would be.) While he un-
dresses, she just sits on the edge of the bed, breathing
deeply, watching him. She wants to be passive with him.
Her beautiful bright eyes flicking over his body make
him hard. As he walks toward her she gazes at his stiff
cock.
He kneels between her perfect legs and they kiss
deeply, her breasts and tight tummy pressed against him.
He reaches between her legs and finds her mound and
touches it. It’s the first time he’s touched her there
and she says “ohh”.
He kisses her neck. She rubs her smooth hands on
his smooth chest. She’s very wet now. He pushes her
back onto the bed and spreads her outer lips and licks
her, sweet and sour and feminine. He spreads her inner
opening, slippery and smooth. He teases and strokes her
clitoris with his tongue, she is squirming, she puts her
hands to his head but he breaks away and reaches around
her legs and holds her wrists, and then plunges into her
with just his tongue. She struggles against him as he
teases her, twists her wrists around in his hands. She
moans and then holds her breath and then comes, strug-
gling all the way through it.
She rests — still breathing hard, her toned mus-
cles working. He watches her. He thinks of her on the
ice, competing. The spectators can see her bare legs
and arms, but none of them have seen her naked breasts,
or her beautiful pussy. He thinks of her figure skating,
as she spins into the air, of her walking down a busy
street barefoot and naked — his cock glows with heat,
hard against her thigh — and he knows she could do that
with the same dignity and the same Eros that she does
fully clothed.
She sits up, her eyes still bright and sparkling,
and he stands between her legs. She takes the head of
his cock in her mouth and sucks on it gently, gently,
rubbing her tongue on the underside. Pleasure swirls up
through him from her tongue. He feels her teasing the
first drops out along the underside. He strokes her
hair, feeling the shiny places where the frost is. Some-
times her eyes are closed, sometimes looking up at him.
She sucks deeper, her eyelids fluttering, her lips leav-
ing little lipstick marks on the smooth skin of his
cock. He feels his cock gripped as if by velvet.
They pull away from each other and she opens the
condom and rolls it onto him, brushing against his balls
looking up into his eyes. They both know how she wants
him.
He puts the pillows across the middle of the bed
and she lies on them face down, her bottom thrust up, so
passive for him. She parts her perfect legs and he can
see her pussy, shiny and wet again. He mounts her,
poised over her on his hands and knees, and probes for
the place with his cock. It takes a long time to find
it, but he wants it that way and when he finds it he
pushes inside. She is warm and slippery and tight in-
side. He pushes in as far as he can — to feel it down
the length of his cock.
They move and push and find their rhythm. Her mus-
cles grip him in spasms as her athletic body rocks to-
ward him. His elbows tremble with every burst of
pleasure. She thrusts her firm bottom against his belly,
massaging him there. She rubs her breasts with her
hands, her cheek against the mattress, and then props
herself on her elbows so that as they rock, her breasts
brush against the sheets. She just wants him to fuck
her and fuck her until she comes.
Her hands are clawing at the sheets and she gathers
up a handful in each hand, and she holds her breath but
this time exhales it all in a wrenching cry, trembling
all over. She comes for a long time, gasping, squirming
as he thrusts into her. The muscles of her pussy
twitching around his cock send him — and he thrusts
hard against her, as deep as he can — where he comes,
feeling his cock pump inside her, his elbows suddenly
shaking wildly, unable to support him. He lets himself
down on her and feels her smooth warm skin against him,
and they strain against each other for the last of the
orgasm.
*
He looks at her across the room as she reads. She
has a long firm body and a sweet face with hints of
make-up. Her eyes flick up to meet his; and, seated as
they are, fully clothed as they are, not moving any
muscle, he gets hard; and he knows she is getting wet.