Choice Tales from the Vale – (534) After I’ve Showered

Brassington is a large sprawling village nestled in the wooded hills on the southern edge of the Dancingdean Forest in the southeast corner of Downshire and Tony Torlini was one of the foresters, and in the woods, he loved so much was the small cottage belonging to Robin Young, and Tony was a regular visitor, though not always prearranged or announced.

So, one morning when he arrived at her door, she was sitting in the kitchen still in her night clothes.

“Tony!” she exclaimed and rushed into his arms.

 

After some urgent and frenetic foreplay in the kitchen Robin suddenly broke away from him and ran into the lounge. 

When he walked in behind her Robin was stood in the middle of the room grinning, and then she pulled her nighty off over her head.

“Now you can enjoy my delights” she said and plonked down on the couch.

“I don’t mind if I do” he responded and knelt down on the floor in front and began kissing her inner thigh and said.

“I want to enjoy your deliciousness first”.

“No don’t, do that later” she urged “after I’ve showered”.

Hearing that she was un-showered only made him want to lick her out more and he began kissing her inner thigh again.

“I’m not clean” she reiterated and covered her pussy with her hands, but he proceeded upward along her thigh, and he could smell her pungent unwashed scent, no perfume, or powder or scented soap, just a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and stale lust, and the gamey, heady fragrance fully aroused him.

As his lips reached the top of her thigh her hands yielded access to her pungent pink pussy, which was too inviting for him to ignore, so he unceremoniously plunged into the salty rime and licked out her clamshell until she cried out in orgasm.