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Meanwhile Josh felt sensual tingles race up and down his spine. Her hand now found his cock and began to flick the foreskin back and forth gently. She gradually increased her speed and pressure as she felt him swell in her palm. In no time at all Josh found himself with a satisfyingly strong hard-on.
After several long moments she drew away from him slightly, breaking the spell, but then she gazed into his eyes, grinned and giggled. She placed a firm hand upon his chest, pushed him against the wall and slowly dropped to her knees. As soon as he felt her hand grip the base of his cock, he took a deep breath and sighed. Now he felt warm moist lips envelope the head and lick the tip, he felt her tongue slide along the lower side of his shaft and tickle his balls, whilst she maintained a constant steady massage at the base. She had started slowly, allowing him to relax and accustom himself to her technique but now she licked, sucked and milked his cock with growing passion. He felt her hand reach round and part his butt cheeks; adding a little extra flavour to the sumptuous feast of sensation that he was already enjoying. Josh could only throw back his head and breathe deeply – he loved the attentions of this beautiful girl. He now gazed down at her silky wet mass of honey blonde hair; such as the bees of Mount Hymettus might covet. He admired her perfect round shoulders and the lustful, concentrated bobbing of her head. It was a splendid vision, a tableau of desire, a beautiful dream made manifest, to which were added her moans and his sighs, filling the room with an elemental orison to nature.
"Stop….stop…," he said breathlessly, reaching down and gently lifting her to her feet. She looked at him wide eyed and shook her head enquiringly, and then he unceremoniously relocated her against the wall.
"It’s your turn now."
Becky only giggled, spread her beautifully toned legs wider apart than was strictly necessary and opened the lips of her pussy with both hands. Josh took a moment to look. He saw a beautiful pale pink camellia dotted with moisture from the spring rains. Becky had shaved her curly pussy hair into a T shape, how cute, he thought then he fixed his eyes on her swollen clit. As he caressed and tickled it with his tongue, he tasted her slight saltiness and his mouth began to water. He had a fleeting vision of sea-born Cytherea rising from the foam.
Becky put one hand behind his head and stroked his long dark blonde hair. Then as her pleasure grew, she pushed his exploring tongue deeper into the silky folds of her pussy. A little of the water cascading down her delicious body entered his mouth now and then, giving him the impression of sweetness, like nectar from some rare desert bloom.
The volume of Becky’s moans increased all the while as her hard working lover applied himself eagerly to the task. He licked every fold of her labia with long broad strokes and delved as deep into her slit as his tongue would go. He could hear her moans above the sound of the shower and he heard her call his name a couple of times whereupon he returned his attention to her clit. Soon after he did so, Becky came. She gripped the back of his head with both palms spread and pushed him into her. She wriggled, gasped and sighed, her legs tense and her back arched. Josh felt her entire body shudder and pulse as wave after wave of orgasm broke over her.
"Oh Josh, oh baby!"
After her tremors had subsided he stood up, took in the look of pure ecstasy that was still on her face and rubbed his cock teasingly on her. She could only giggle and hold him close, reaching down to massage his butt cheeks. He hugged her and then took a mouthful of water, swirled it around and mischievously spat it out onto her chest. She growled at him with mock annoyance,
"Jush Mack-ay!"
"Thaz ma’ name baby. Don’t you go wearin’ it out now."
It was his best parody of an Afro-American accent and it made her laugh.
"Oh please, I liked you much better as an Aussie."
"Well you’re a cracker little sheila Beck."
"Er, thanks!" she replied through gritted teeth, "Now enough talking buster!"
With that she grabbed his cock and massaged it while gazing into his face with narrowed eyes. They were eyes of purest turquoise blue, as warm, clear and gleaming as the shallows of the Aegean. She opened her mouth slowly, showing him rows of perfect white teeth, then licked her lips several times, letting saliva drip from her tongue. Josh instantly felt his cock twitch to life as her hand encircled its head. Finally she knelt down and he once again felt himself slide deliciously into her warm wet mouth. Once again she licked and milked him with passionate intensity and he found that her eagerness was as much of a turn-on as the friction of her tongue, lips and palm. After a few minutes she reached behind him and slid her fingers between his butt cheeks. Josh felt the thrill of warm water running between them, as Becky held on to his cock and guided it into her mouth. She rubbed the head onto her tongue and against the inside of her cheek and Josh felt himself becoming harder and harder. Soon he could feel a tingle growing deep inside,
"Becky, you’re going to make me blow."
Her only response was a contented throaty purr and she firmly gripped his hips with both hands. Her lips clamped down on him and after just a few more bobs of her head he reached the point of no return. He groaned, gritted his teeth and shot come down her throat. Then as she took him out of her mouth, he came onto her chin and splashed come onto her shoulder. She continued to milk him all the while until, breathing hard; his chest rose and fell with an almost painful rapidity.
She stood up. The sly grin that she wore clearly showed that she was satisfied with her efforts. As Josh caught his breath, she ran her nails across his chest, tickling him and growling cat-like. She then rinsed her face and repaid him in kind for having spat water at her earlier. He tried to duck, failed, and then slapped her butt playfully. They shared long French kisses and warm caresses under the soothing water. Looking into his eyes at length, she said,
"Mmm, that was sweet Josh. I usually don’t come standing up. You must have hit just the right spot."
He took her long wet hair in his hands, gently pulled her head back and kissed her again.
"Sweet, you said it babe," he whispered.
"And you’ve been drinking raki you naughty, nau-dee boy!"
"Um, I might have had…… a couple of glasses….."
Later, they took it in turns to dry each others hair.
"I love your hair Joshie. Long hair suits you. Carl has shaved his like completely for years."
"Carl…"
"Oh, I’m sorry, I should probably explain huh?" she hesitated then said, "But not now. Let’s not spoil the moment."
He smiled, agreeing.
"Ok. Are you coming to James Zabiela on Saturday?"
"Yeah, it should be a totally sick show."
"Totally."
"It’s a weird club down by the harbour, have you seen it?"
"Only from the outside. How is it weird?"
"Umm, oh just a feeling I got down there, a vibe I guess. I don’t know – weird."
She laughed as he ran his towel rapidly between his legs, buffing his loins dry. With all inhibition long gone, he then proceeded to dry under his foreskin. Looking up, he noticed her watching him with more than a little interest. She ran a gentle hand across his cheek,
"You’re a nice guy, you’re hot and you’ve got a great cock."
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