Have you ever had that unexplainable feeling, when you wake up in the morning, that this particular day was, somehow, going to be different than any other day so far in your life? I had that exact feeling when I got out of bed this morning. So on my way to work I bought a Lotto 649 ticket -- wish me luck on Wednesday! Walking out of the store, ticket in hand, I realized that this was not the origin, nor the cause, of my "special day" feeling, which by now was reverberating throughout my being. So I proceeded, bewildered to say the least, to work. Knowing full well that I would not be a winner, come Wednesday. But, little did I know that I was going to experience something that was just as exhilarating, perhaps more, as winning the proverbial 649 Lottery!
I power up my PC, and check my emails, as per usual. One particular email catches my eye and piqued my curiosity. The email was from a fellow terbite and it was entitled, "Today could be your lucky day".
I quickly opened the email.
"Hey bud, do you want to die and go heaven? If so, give Sabrina a call (519) 745-5005 and go see Felicia".
Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I would love to go to heaven. But I certainly don't want to die for it. So, I reluctantly dialed Sabrina's number and asked if it was possible go to heaven, but not die first.
"You've called the right place, hun", said the phone girl, Amanda, in a heavenly tone. "Who would you like to see, hun".
"Felicia", I said.
The door opens, and there in front of me, stands a cross between my Grade 7 home room teacher (whom I had a terrible crush on), and the naughtiest Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.
Blond hair neatly pulled back and tucked in a secretarial-style bun. A few frontal bangs try to unsuccessfully occlude the naughty twinkle in her left eye. Radiant smile, accentuated by sparkling blue eyes, hiding behind a pair of contemporary, dark-rimmed, librarian-type glasses. V-shaped nit top hugs her perky bosom, barely covering her belly button. A plaid skirt tries to hang on for dear life to her perfectly curved hips, not unlike any private school girl uniform skirt with a few daring moderations. Long slender legs protrude, shyly, from beneath the short hemline.
“Hi, I’m Felicia”. Her smiling face now resting on my left shoulder, as she gives me a most welcoming hug. As I my chest is feeling the double pressure of firm female pride, my hands take on a purpose of their own. Sliding down her long back, tracing the beautiful inward curvature of her waist, they finally come to rest on the object of their quest. My naughty hands are now tracing and exploring a perfectly heart-shaped, smooth, firm derriere. I momentarily loose my composure and give an ungentlemanly squeeze, with both hands.
“Oh you naughty boy. You better come with me”.
Whispered the goddess in my ear.
The sight of her undulating, wonderfully sculptured booty, as she walked in front, made me oblivious to my surroundings. My eyes were focused front and low. We could have been walking through a bed of hot coals and I would have not been aware of it.
I close the bedroom door behind us. I fix my gaze deep into her expectant eyes and utter,
“Wonderful party! I’ve been wanting to get you alone since I first laid eyes on you this evening”.
Her puzzled look quickly morphed into a playful grin.
“So, what took you so long”, she inquires, mischievously.
“Your boy friend wouldn’t let you out of his site. I don’t blame him one bit. You’re one hell of a gorgeous woman”. She smiles, knowingly.
“I’ve been pumping booze into him all evening, trying to put him out”, I said. “He finally crashed on the couch down stairs”.
Felicia, puts both hands on my shoulders, turns me away from the door, and gently backs me up till I’m stopped by the footboard of our soon to be playing field.
“I noticed you too”, she says.
Her hands now sliding down my front, her gaze focused on my incredulous eyes. She releases the belt. I hear the unmistakable metallic sound of a sliding zipper. I am now standing naked from the waist down. Her hands are now at my shoulders once again. With a gentle, but suggestive push, I fall on the bed, my legs bent at the knees over the end.
“I’ve been longing to feel you in my mouth all evening long” she announces, sliding her tongue, provocatively, across her luscious lips.
No more words needed to be spoken.
Her silky mouth is now savoring my naked manliness. Oh, what a wonderful, warm, wet sensation. I have to see this! I raise my head and shoulders and support myself on my elbows.
I have to burn this stupendous vision of lust into the deepest crevasse of my mind. My blond goddess is now well on her way. Her head has already achieved a rhythmic bobbing motion. Bent at the waist, legs locked straight, still fully dressed, her short skirt failing to cover that wonderful thonged behind that is now undulating up in the air in perfect unison with her sliding mouth. I force myself to look away for a brief moment. I focus my gaze at the opposing wall, desperately hoping to find a full length mirror. No such luck. Oh what a wonderful site that rear view would have been.
Suddenly, my manly need to be in control takes over me. I stand at the foot of the bed. Felicia instinctively squats in front of me without loosing a lick. She continues her naked oral adoration with a renewed purpose. She looks up at me, the dark-rimmed glasses straining to stay on her flushed face.
“Please cum. I want to taste you”.
Those unbelievable words resounded loudly in my head. I can’t take it anymore. My body now has a mind of its own. My muscles no longer need direction from my brain. My hands are now firmly holding Felicia’s blond head. My hips start a barely controllable undular motion. Unbelievably, Felicia is remarkably complacent to the increased tempo and ferocity of my attack on her eager, salivating mouth. In and out, in and out into that wonderful wet mouth. I feel the inevitable approaching fast. My balls commence an unstoppable contraction. Poised for a nanosecond, at the peek of the contraction, they violently expel a torrent of nectar.
“Holy Fuck! Holy Fuck! Take it, take it, take it ALL babe”. I heard myself screaming.
My legs are shaking uncontrollably. I can’t stand up any longer. I fall back on the bed. Amazingly, Felicia follows me there. Unbelievably, her mouth is still engulfing my violently pulsating rod. Her head bobbing motion is slowing down, considerate of my heightened state of sensitivity. Her lips are now more tightly stretched around my shaft. More so, on the upward withdrawal stroke, so as not to spill a single drop of my precious seed.
“Oh yes, oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh”.
With one last smooth withdrawal motion, Felicia, reluctantly, slides her mouth off my now quickly whimpering cock. With a quick kiss to the softening, velvety, now weekly pulsating head, and one last appreciative swallow motion of her slender throat, Felicia raises her head and beams her unforgettable radiant smile at me.
“You taste absolutely wonderful, Paul. I would say that you taste like the saltine version of my favorite chocolates, Lindor Balls”!
Hey, who am I to argue with a lady!
Round two with this lady was even more memorable, if that could be possible! But alas, that shall remain between us. However, I will state that the doggie that this lady provides, and that I have immensely enjoyed, is to be experienced, and not just talked about. Felicia’s out-of-this-world, bubble-shaped ass, is simply the best I’ve ever had so far in the hobby, or private life, for that matter.
The only one with a behind in the same league as Felicia, is Daisy.
Daisy is another unforgettable beauty at Sabrina.
One hour with Felicia is simply not enough. Take your time and appreciate this lady. If you do, Felicia will, unselfishly, return the appreciation many folds. But always remember, YMMV!!!!
Thank you, Felicia, for making one of my life long fantasies as close to a reality as is humanly possible, without actually whisking away the most gorgeous “attached” lady at a real party and, well, do what I’ve modestly and humbly described above.
Thank you for having given me permission to recount some portions of our pleasurable experience to my fellow terbites. I hope that I have done justice to your sensuality, grace, eagerness, talent, and of course, beauty.
Lastly, thank you for making this day, my “special day”.
I power up my PC, and check my emails, as per usual. One particular email catches my eye and piqued my curiosity. The email was from a fellow terbite and it was entitled, "Today could be your lucky day".
I quickly opened the email.
"Hey bud, do you want to die and go heaven? If so, give Sabrina a call (519) 745-5005 and go see Felicia".
Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I would love to go to heaven. But I certainly don't want to die for it. So, I reluctantly dialed Sabrina's number and asked if it was possible go to heaven, but not die first.
"You've called the right place, hun", said the phone girl, Amanda, in a heavenly tone. "Who would you like to see, hun".
"Felicia", I said.
The door opens, and there in front of me, stands a cross between my Grade 7 home room teacher (whom I had a terrible crush on), and the naughtiest Dallas Cowboys cheerleader.
Blond hair neatly pulled back and tucked in a secretarial-style bun. A few frontal bangs try to unsuccessfully occlude the naughty twinkle in her left eye. Radiant smile, accentuated by sparkling blue eyes, hiding behind a pair of contemporary, dark-rimmed, librarian-type glasses. V-shaped nit top hugs her perky bosom, barely covering her belly button. A plaid skirt tries to hang on for dear life to her perfectly curved hips, not unlike any private school girl uniform skirt with a few daring moderations. Long slender legs protrude, shyly, from beneath the short hemline.
“Hi, I’m Felicia”. Her smiling face now resting on my left shoulder, as she gives me a most welcoming hug. As I my chest is feeling the double pressure of firm female pride, my hands take on a purpose of their own. Sliding down her long back, tracing the beautiful inward curvature of her waist, they finally come to rest on the object of their quest. My naughty hands are now tracing and exploring a perfectly heart-shaped, smooth, firm derriere. I momentarily loose my composure and give an ungentlemanly squeeze, with both hands.
“Oh you naughty boy. You better come with me”.
Whispered the goddess in my ear.
The sight of her undulating, wonderfully sculptured booty, as she walked in front, made me oblivious to my surroundings. My eyes were focused front and low. We could have been walking through a bed of hot coals and I would have not been aware of it.
I close the bedroom door behind us. I fix my gaze deep into her expectant eyes and utter,
“Wonderful party! I’ve been wanting to get you alone since I first laid eyes on you this evening”.
Her puzzled look quickly morphed into a playful grin.
“So, what took you so long”, she inquires, mischievously.
“Your boy friend wouldn’t let you out of his site. I don’t blame him one bit. You’re one hell of a gorgeous woman”. She smiles, knowingly.
“I’ve been pumping booze into him all evening, trying to put him out”, I said. “He finally crashed on the couch down stairs”.
Felicia, puts both hands on my shoulders, turns me away from the door, and gently backs me up till I’m stopped by the footboard of our soon to be playing field.
“I noticed you too”, she says.
Her hands now sliding down my front, her gaze focused on my incredulous eyes. She releases the belt. I hear the unmistakable metallic sound of a sliding zipper. I am now standing naked from the waist down. Her hands are now at my shoulders once again. With a gentle, but suggestive push, I fall on the bed, my legs bent at the knees over the end.
“I’ve been longing to feel you in my mouth all evening long” she announces, sliding her tongue, provocatively, across her luscious lips.
No more words needed to be spoken.
Her silky mouth is now savoring my naked manliness. Oh, what a wonderful, warm, wet sensation. I have to see this! I raise my head and shoulders and support myself on my elbows.
I have to burn this stupendous vision of lust into the deepest crevasse of my mind. My blond goddess is now well on her way. Her head has already achieved a rhythmic bobbing motion. Bent at the waist, legs locked straight, still fully dressed, her short skirt failing to cover that wonderful thonged behind that is now undulating up in the air in perfect unison with her sliding mouth. I force myself to look away for a brief moment. I focus my gaze at the opposing wall, desperately hoping to find a full length mirror. No such luck. Oh what a wonderful site that rear view would have been.
Suddenly, my manly need to be in control takes over me. I stand at the foot of the bed. Felicia instinctively squats in front of me without loosing a lick. She continues her naked oral adoration with a renewed purpose. She looks up at me, the dark-rimmed glasses straining to stay on her flushed face.
“Please cum. I want to taste you”.
Those unbelievable words resounded loudly in my head. I can’t take it anymore. My body now has a mind of its own. My muscles no longer need direction from my brain. My hands are now firmly holding Felicia’s blond head. My hips start a barely controllable undular motion. Unbelievably, Felicia is remarkably complacent to the increased tempo and ferocity of my attack on her eager, salivating mouth. In and out, in and out into that wonderful wet mouth. I feel the inevitable approaching fast. My balls commence an unstoppable contraction. Poised for a nanosecond, at the peek of the contraction, they violently expel a torrent of nectar.
“Holy Fuck! Holy Fuck! Take it, take it, take it ALL babe”. I heard myself screaming.
My legs are shaking uncontrollably. I can’t stand up any longer. I fall back on the bed. Amazingly, Felicia follows me there. Unbelievably, her mouth is still engulfing my violently pulsating rod. Her head bobbing motion is slowing down, considerate of my heightened state of sensitivity. Her lips are now more tightly stretched around my shaft. More so, on the upward withdrawal stroke, so as not to spill a single drop of my precious seed.
“Oh yes, oh yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh”.
With one last smooth withdrawal motion, Felicia, reluctantly, slides her mouth off my now quickly whimpering cock. With a quick kiss to the softening, velvety, now weekly pulsating head, and one last appreciative swallow motion of her slender throat, Felicia raises her head and beams her unforgettable radiant smile at me.
“You taste absolutely wonderful, Paul. I would say that you taste like the saltine version of my favorite chocolates, Lindor Balls”!
Hey, who am I to argue with a lady!
Round two with this lady was even more memorable, if that could be possible! But alas, that shall remain between us. However, I will state that the doggie that this lady provides, and that I have immensely enjoyed, is to be experienced, and not just talked about. Felicia’s out-of-this-world, bubble-shaped ass, is simply the best I’ve ever had so far in the hobby, or private life, for that matter.
The only one with a behind in the same league as Felicia, is Daisy.
Daisy is another unforgettable beauty at Sabrina.
One hour with Felicia is simply not enough. Take your time and appreciate this lady. If you do, Felicia will, unselfishly, return the appreciation many folds. But always remember, YMMV!!!!
Thank you, Felicia, for making one of my life long fantasies as close to a reality as is humanly possible, without actually whisking away the most gorgeous “attached” lady at a real party and, well, do what I’ve modestly and humbly described above.
Thank you for having given me permission to recount some portions of our pleasurable experience to my fellow terbites. I hope that I have done justice to your sensuality, grace, eagerness, talent, and of course, beauty.
Lastly, thank you for making this day, my “special day”.
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