“Erotica,” I said simply, though not wanting it to sound like I wrote nothing more than pornographic books or stories, trying to soften it to some degree. “You know… bedtime stories for adults, that sort of thing.”
“Hmm, that’s interesting,” she said back towards me, giving me a moment to once again admire her shapely legs, ass, seeing her turn a moment later while doing that. Her movement forced my eyes to look up as she did so. But they were not expecting to see what I then saw as she did. She had opened her blouse entirely, every single button now undone, her lacy bra clearly revealed, the soft pink skin hidden beneath it now even more clearly defining the sexy lace of her bra. I know my mouth was open, because I closed it, swallowing, only then looking into her eyes, forcing my stare away from her nearly exposed tits.
“So I take it you write about fantasies? Or from real experiences?” she asked, her hand suddenly reaching down off to one side on her skirt, the sound of her fingers slowly undoing the zipper on it as she stood there.
I swallowed again forgetting what I was going to say, then remembering. “Ah mostly…just my own vivid imagination,” I replied, my cock once again lurching, reminding me this wasn’t my imagination that was happening here. Certainly no fantasy either.
I watched her skirt fall down around her ankles as she stepped out of it, now wearing nothing more than a pair of high-heels, pantyhose and her bra as she slipped out of her white blouse, now adding it to the rapidly growing pile. Words failed me.
“Cat got your tongue?” she asked. “For a writer, you sure don’t have much to say,” she then added, pausing as her bra came undone, catching it with her hands, still holding it against her breasts concealing them momentarily.
“Oh, I’m saying plenty,” I finally allowed. “But like any writer, it’s mostly inside my head at the moment, I’m writing about a hundred words a minute in fact,” I said grinning at her. “And they’re all dirty words too,” I now confessed, once again hearing her laugh.
“So how would you describe me now? If you were writing the story,” she said, still shielding herself.
“You want the long drawn out flowery version? Or the short condensed one?” I asked.
Once again she laughed, tossing her head back. I half expected to see pointed ears. I loved hearing her laugh. Better than bird song even. “Give me the shorter version,” she answered.
“She had great tits,” I said simply.
“How do you know? You haven’t even seen them yet,” she asked.
“I skipped ahead, I’m already past the part where you let the bra fall away,” which it then did, confirming my earlier assumption. “Like I said…”
Daicy stood in front of me, two beautiful twin orbs, heavy against her chest, a teardrop shape, each one capped with dollar sized nipples, light brown in color with hard little protruding extensions that begged to be played with. Once again, she surprised me as she began doing so herself.
“Go on…” she grinned lustfully. “What else? How would you write yourself into the story line now?” She asked.
“Same vein? Or are we back to flowery?” I asked.
“Don’t change the flow…” she grinned back, fingering her nipples.
“Hard and horny,” I responded, her eyes once again traveling down towards my crotch, likewise confirming the fact I was.
“So you are,” she said, stepping towards me. “Is this where the female character reaches down and removes his cock from his pants?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” I said as she began doing just that. Seconds later, releasing my rock hard cock, holding it in her hand as she stood there examining it.
“Now what?” she asked. “What happens next?”
“Next, the male character in the story takes off her pantyhose, then has her lift one leg, placing it on the second railing as she stands next to it,” I tell her. She smiled at that, taking instruction, and soon stood, just as I imagined her doing. Now totally naked, save for the heels as she supported herself on the rail, legs spread slightly. I grabbed a cushion off one of the chairs, tossing it down and then knelt on it between her legs.
“What happens now?” she asked, her breath coming in a whisper.
“This is the part where he licks her cunt, makes her come while she stands there,” I said leaning forward.
“Oh yeah…I like that part, very much,” she moaned as my tongue just then began to run up the deliciously wet slit between her legs.
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Finding her clit, I lapped at it lightly, though furiously in the beginning. Daicy rested one hand on the railing for support, the other on my head, pressing my face even more fully against her as I alternated between tongue flicks, to clit sucks as I gathered her tiny nubbin between my lips, gently working it.