kittykateater
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(Closed thread for landiek and kittykateater--but feel free to send us your comments if you're enjoying reading this)
(This is semi based on real events, except for the meeting and the sex between us--that part is pure but wonderful fantasy)
Lsst week, in one of our usual lust-filled and very sexual email exchanges, Miss Landi emailed me her new phone number and asked me to call her. So I did. We caught each other up on the latest developments in our lives, and then we flirted shamelessly while I lay naked in bed, my hand resting between my thighs as we talked. Landi started out wrapped in a towel, but as our conversation grew ever more lustful, Landi sent her roommate away and shed her towel so her fingers could explore as my descriptions of what I'd like to do with her grew ever more graphic. It was wonderful to once more hear her playful, seductively sexual giggles, sweet sexy giggles that always instantly stiffen my cock whenever I hear them, and I could tell that my deeply masculine baritone voice was starting to get to her, too.
Several times in the course of our conversation, Landi mentioned she wasn't feeling well, and she feared she might have pneumonia, it was that bad. (But still not bad enough for her to tell me what her mouth would like to do with my cock, or to listen as I pretended to slurp her juiciness over the phone).
As we continued to flirt shamelessly, I heard her moan suddenly grow VERY loud. That did it for me, as I exploded all over my sheets. I told her I needed to hang up and clean myself off, and she said she needed to do the same, so that just got us both started all ov er again, as we pretended to lick each other clean over the phone. She finally told me she had to hang up and get dressed, as she was shivering and she didn't want to make her pneumonia any worse.
I didn't tell her I was taking a business trip to the Pacific Northwest later in the week, because I wasn't sure I'd find time to actually visit her, so I didn't want to get her hopes up and then disappoint her. Hearing she was ill, an idea formed in my mind, to drop in on her unannounced and offer her a very special cure for her pneumonia.
As luck would have it, my business trip did give me a free afternoon to drive up from Seattle and visit her. My timing was perfect! I knocked on her door, and Landi had just stepped out of the shower. She answered the door wearing only a towel and a smile.
I was going to scold her about running around dripping wet and almost naked. She would never cure her pneumonia that way! I was tempted to lecture her, but I knew that if I did, the lusty afternoon I had planned for us would never even get a CHANCE to get started! Besides, as I watched the beads of water slowly trickle down her soft, smooth, exposed skin on her neck and legs, I was too mesmerized to speak. The way-too-small towel left acres of her spectacular cleavage exposed to my hungry gaze. And the towel was so short, I could actually see the bottom-most edge of her pussy lips. Knowing Landi and her appetites as well as I do, I guessed that the glistening moisture on her thighs and on that tiny exposed porton of her nether lips was caused by more than just shower water. I tried to picture her naked in the shower, her head tilted back, as her fingers gently explored her innermost regions and she let out one soft moan after another, her sweet nectar mixing with the shower water running down her luscious naked thighs.
That mental image was causing a tent to grow in my pants. Landi definitely noticed, as a smile lit up her wantonly lustful face. Then her smile quickly turned to a frown, she barked for me to go away, and she nearly slammed the door in my face. That's when I realized I hadn't yet introduced myself.
When she realized she had her vey own KK at her door--the man who has shared many a mutual orgasm with her on the phone--her smile returned, growing bigger and brighter than before.
I told her I was here to cure her penumonia once and for all. I explained that my proposed cure involved a candle-lit bathroom, lots of soap suds, a tub filled with very hot water and also filled with an even hoter man. Judging by her michievous and lascivious smile, and by the way she let her tiny towel ride up even higher (very breifly flashing me even more of her very pretty little pussy), I sensed that Landi really liked my idea for a cure, as she silently ushered me into her house. I only hoped her roommate wasn't home to spoil our afternoon of fun!
(This is semi based on real events, except for the meeting and the sex between us--that part is pure but wonderful fantasy)
Lsst week, in one of our usual lust-filled and very sexual email exchanges, Miss Landi emailed me her new phone number and asked me to call her. So I did. We caught each other up on the latest developments in our lives, and then we flirted shamelessly while I lay naked in bed, my hand resting between my thighs as we talked. Landi started out wrapped in a towel, but as our conversation grew ever more lustful, Landi sent her roommate away and shed her towel so her fingers could explore as my descriptions of what I'd like to do with her grew ever more graphic. It was wonderful to once more hear her playful, seductively sexual giggles, sweet sexy giggles that always instantly stiffen my cock whenever I hear them, and I could tell that my deeply masculine baritone voice was starting to get to her, too.
Several times in the course of our conversation, Landi mentioned she wasn't feeling well, and she feared she might have pneumonia, it was that bad. (But still not bad enough for her to tell me what her mouth would like to do with my cock, or to listen as I pretended to slurp her juiciness over the phone).
As we continued to flirt shamelessly, I heard her moan suddenly grow VERY loud. That did it for me, as I exploded all over my sheets. I told her I needed to hang up and clean myself off, and she said she needed to do the same, so that just got us both started all ov er again, as we pretended to lick each other clean over the phone. She finally told me she had to hang up and get dressed, as she was shivering and she didn't want to make her pneumonia any worse.
I didn't tell her I was taking a business trip to the Pacific Northwest later in the week, because I wasn't sure I'd find time to actually visit her, so I didn't want to get her hopes up and then disappoint her. Hearing she was ill, an idea formed in my mind, to drop in on her unannounced and offer her a very special cure for her pneumonia.
As luck would have it, my business trip did give me a free afternoon to drive up from Seattle and visit her. My timing was perfect! I knocked on her door, and Landi had just stepped out of the shower. She answered the door wearing only a towel and a smile.
I was going to scold her about running around dripping wet and almost naked. She would never cure her pneumonia that way! I was tempted to lecture her, but I knew that if I did, the lusty afternoon I had planned for us would never even get a CHANCE to get started! Besides, as I watched the beads of water slowly trickle down her soft, smooth, exposed skin on her neck and legs, I was too mesmerized to speak. The way-too-small towel left acres of her spectacular cleavage exposed to my hungry gaze. And the towel was so short, I could actually see the bottom-most edge of her pussy lips. Knowing Landi and her appetites as well as I do, I guessed that the glistening moisture on her thighs and on that tiny exposed porton of her nether lips was caused by more than just shower water. I tried to picture her naked in the shower, her head tilted back, as her fingers gently explored her innermost regions and she let out one soft moan after another, her sweet nectar mixing with the shower water running down her luscious naked thighs.
That mental image was causing a tent to grow in my pants. Landi definitely noticed, as a smile lit up her wantonly lustful face. Then her smile quickly turned to a frown, she barked for me to go away, and she nearly slammed the door in my face. That's when I realized I hadn't yet introduced myself.
When she realized she had her vey own KK at her door--the man who has shared many a mutual orgasm with her on the phone--her smile returned, growing bigger and brighter than before.
I told her I was here to cure her penumonia once and for all. I explained that my proposed cure involved a candle-lit bathroom, lots of soap suds, a tub filled with very hot water and also filled with an even hoter man. Judging by her michievous and lascivious smile, and by the way she let her tiny towel ride up even higher (very breifly flashing me even more of her very pretty little pussy), I sensed that Landi really liked my idea for a cure, as she silently ushered me into her house. I only hoped her roommate wasn't home to spoil our afternoon of fun!
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