| Chapter 3 |
| Howie kissed his way up my legs. Actually, it was more of a mixture of kissing and licking, and may I tell you, it was highly erotic. He kind of skipped the pelvic area after lingering there for just a moment and began kissing my tummy. Not that I minded or anything, I just really wanted to get to the good stuff. I tried to act cool and collected; I didn't really want him to know just how excited I was. However, my anatomy apparently belied my cool demeanor. An electronic buzzer went off in the distance. "Your clothes are dry," he informed me, softly fingering my sparse blonde pubic hair. "But you're not," he said as he deftly pushed a finger inside me. I squirmed a little and he held me down with his free hand. "Tsk, tsk," he clucked, shaking his head slowly. "You are still getting everything all wet. Shame on you. Let's get this cleaned up, shall we?" he scolded as he put his mouth on me. I just want to mention that it's a real treat to look down and see Howie Dorough's head buried between your legs. He spread my legs further apart and went to work, licking, nuzzling, and sucking his way to my eventual ecstasy. He's really good. It only took a couple of minutes and I was ready to start yelling something. I remembered not to call him Howie, though. He seemed to like the words I chose, because he started making some interesting sounds of his own. We were playing off each other. My muscles began to clench around his fingers in waves, a sensation he is evidently quite familiar with. He worked me a little harder, plunging deeper with his fingers and rubbing me roughly with his thumb. A flash of lightning from the storm outside lit up the room, and just for that second I could clearly see what he was doing. That was it for me. Once he knew it was time he put his mouth back on me and pulled me to his face as I rocked with pleasure. I'll tell ya.he has honed himself some damn fine skills. |
| The phone rang, causing Howie to raise his head. He sat still for a moment, just looking at me as it rang again. I could barely lift my head from the back of the couch, so I, too, remained motionless. Finally the answering machine kicked on. "Hey.pick up if you're there." a man's voice rang out in the darkness. "It's my brother. Damn." Howie said, disgusted. "I'm a little busy, John," he said sarcastically to the disembodied voice. I managed a weak chuckle. "Well.I hope you're home," the voice of John continued. "Hey, my truck is dirty, so Dana is bringing me by to pick up your car, I didn't think you'd mind. We're going to the club tonight. I guess the power is out in certain areas.I hope it's not off at the club, maybe you should call and check? Anyway, be there in about 10 or 15 minutes. See ya!" John said cheerily then hung up. Howie exhausted a heavy sigh as he stood. He turned around and lit a pillar candle on the coffee table. It smelled really nice, vanilla and ginger, I'd guess. He carefully picked up the candle, then extended his hand to me. I reached for his hand and he pulled me up to stand next to him. He looked me up and down again, then silently mouthed the words, "come with me". I was still sort of wearing the purple robe, which was now hanging loosely from one shoulder and dragging on the floor. "Huh-uh, you won't need that," he said, shaking his head, and pulled the robe down and off my arms. It fell and crumpled at my feet. I stepped over it as he led me naked through the darkened house. He walked slowly, turning often to look at me, the flickering light of the candle illuminating his wicked grin |
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