Message-ID: <22187asstr$947290201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: gitanostrings@yahoo.com Lines: 522 X-Original-Message-ID: <8552l5$skl$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Fri Jan 07 16:01:53 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "Discovering Amy" (M/teen f) Part 4/5 Date: Fri, 7 Jan 2000 19:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman, kelly A week without Amy seemed like forever, but we joked a little about how nice it would be to be rid of each other. All too soon she announced that she had to leave. We held each other close and I felt dampness on my shoulder. Looking down, I saw Amy was crying. "Hey, don't cry... it's only a week." "I know," she said, sniffling slightly as she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. "I just... I'm going to miss you so much." "I'll miss you too," I said, "But you'll have fun. Hell, in a day or two you won't even remember me." She smiled. "Don't count on it." Suddenly, I had an idea. "Hold on," I said, running into my bedroom. I returned with my cellular phone and charger cord. "Here. Take this with you," I said, handing the items to her. "Don't forget to plug it in and recharge it. You can call me any time." She protested for a minute, then dropped the phone and cord into her purse. "I'll call you every day, I promise," she said as she wrapped her arms around me one more time. Our lips locked together in a kiss as they had so many other times but, for the first time since that encounter in her bedroom, I felt the tip of her tongue probe between my lips. Our tongues locked together and wrestled for a moment, then she pulled away. "God, I wish I didn't have to go... I wish..." she trailed off. "Yeah, me too," I said as we reluctantly parted. "Take care, okay?" "Okay," she said as she opened the front door and stepped out. She turned to walk away but stopped abruptly and turned back. "Steve?" "Yes?" "I... I love you." She said it and I knew she meant it. "Amy, I love you, too." And I meant it, too. Although I couldn't believe I had just said it. By the time I realized what had happened, she was gone, jogging across my lawn towards her home. The next night, Monday, I was sitting at my desk rehashing some incredibly boring new government legislation. It was late, about 11:15 or so and I was just getting ready to call it a night and hit the rack. The electronic warble of the phone startled me for a moment. I got up and picked up the cordless off of the table behind me. "Hello?" "Hi, lover." Amy's soft voice was unmistakable on the other end- as though anyone else would call me "Lover." "Hi! How's camp?" "Oh, it's okay, I guess. Jennifer, Tara, Missi-" three of the other cheerleaders from her high school- "and I are all in the same cabin. The food sucks." "Imagine that," I laughed. "Every camp I've ever been to had crappy food. It's part of roughing it." "Yeah, well I'd like to rough it right now with a pizza," she replied. "There's a lake out here but I don't think I'll swim in it. Oh, and there's tons of mosquitoes." "Hey, it's the great outdoors," I said. "It builds character." "Well, I don't want any character. This sucks." "Oh, it'll be over soon. Just try to enjoy it." "Anything going on there?" she asked. "Oh, yeah. I'm just sitting here with about five thousand pages of government regs that I need to sort through." "Sorry I'm missing that." "Yeah, me too." "Steve?" Amy said my name so softly, it almost didn't come across on the cellular. "Yeah, baby?" "I miss you." "I miss you, too." "I gotta go... I love you." "I love you, too," I replied, a catch in my throat. She hung up and so did I, but I stared at the phone for several long minutes. Amy and Steve request the honor of your presence at their wedding... What the hell was I thinking? This girl was sixteen! Still, she had a lot to offer. That night I dreamed about Amy, but not about having sex with her. I dreamed of us buying a house, being happy. It was nice. I awoke the next morning with a start, half expecting to find her next to me. Jesus, I was sinking fast! The next two days crept by. Without Amy, I was getting more work done but hating it more as well. She called both nights to talk, just the usual stuff. Thursday, I went out to a client's plant and was gone well into the evening. I got home at 9:00, ate, changed clothes, then settled down to watch SportsCenter. About 11:00 the phone rang and I picked it up on the second ring. "Hi, sweetheart." "Hi." Her voice sounded different. Oh, it was definitely Amy but she sounded deeper, more throaty. "What are you doing?" "Oh, not much," I replied nonchalantly, muting the TV, "Just watching some ESPN. The usual." "The usual, huh? What are you wearing?" What was I wearing? "Oh, shorts and a T-shirt... why? What are you wearing?" "Me? I'm wearing... panties." Silence for a moment. My penis was suddenly starting to get hard. "That's all, just panties. And I'm lying on my bed thinking about you." Now I was definitely getting hard. "What about Missi and..." "Oh, they're at the big bonfire," she replied. "I told them I didn't feel good so I could stay here. But I lied..." Long pause. "I feel good. I feel very good." I swallowed hard and stood, pulling my shorts down around my ankles with my free hand, releasing my now fully erect organ. "So you're thinking about me?" I asked hoarsely. "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking," she paused again, "I'm thinking I wish you were here right now." "Why is that?" I croaked. I was stroking myself now, slowly, not too fast. "Oh, because," she said. "Because you'd like what I'm doing now..." "What are you doing now?" "I'm playing with my-" she gave a little gasp- "Nipples. Mmmmm... they're really hard. Is anything of yours... hard?" "Oh, yeah," I gave a little laugh. "I've got something that's really hard but I'm... I'm handling it." "That's good," she said. "I'm holding the phone with my left hand and now I'm... I'm moving my right hand down over my tummy. Do you like my tummy?" "Oh, God, baby," I assured her, "I like everything about you." "Good," she said breathily. "Now I'm putting my hand down... oohhh... you remember that day in my room?" "Oh, yeah, how could I forget?" I was jerking right along now, really enjoying this. "Remember when I took off my shorts? You stared at me, so I know you saw... remember how wet I was? Remember how wet the front of my panties were? "Uhh-huh." "Well, they're just as wet now... maybe more," she cooed into the phone. "Are you wearing the same ones?" "Ummm... I don't know. Do you remember which ones I had on that day?" "Of course I remember." Dumb question from a smart girl. "They were baby blue. Nylon. Bikinis. Little bow in the front." "Mmmm... good memory. No, these are red. They're all lace, except for the very bottom part and the back. The back is like... oh, you know... dental floss underwear. One little piece that goes up my butt!" Oh, my God, she was wearing a thong! "You mean like a thong?" "Yeah," she said. "I bought them to wear under my uniform. Sometimes the bottoms that I wear under my skirt kinda, you know, creep up and I didn't want my underwear hanging out." "And they're wet?" "Mmmm-hmmm." I could hear the smile on her face. "Soaking. I'm so... hot." I couldn't believe this! "Ooohh... I've got my hand... mmm... my hand is in my panties now. Oh, that feels soooo good..." "I wish I was there with you," I groaned. I was pumping myself as I imagined Amy laying back, her hand busy under the lace of her panties, playing with her hot, wet pussy. "Are you rubbing yourself?" "Oh, yeah," Amy moaned. "I've got my middle finger... uhmmm... I'm rubbing up and down. Oh, I'm so wet..." She sucked in her breath again. "Talk to me," she urged, "Tell me... oohhh.. are you... you know, touching your thing... thinking about me?" "God, yes," I replied, "I'm... I'm jerking off... thinking about... making love to you. Imagining that I'm in you right now... oh, God, I'll bet you're so hot and so tight..." "Mmmmm... I wish it was you touching me right now... I wish you were on me, like you were that one day, only without our clothes... mmmm... sticking it in me..." "If you were... here now, I'd roll over so that you were on top of me." I was having a hard time concentrating but I was determined to bring her off with me. "I'd... I'd hold on to your little butt... make you go up and down on me... play with your tits." "Yeah," Amy's breath was audible on the phone now. She was almost panting. "I'd like that. Sitting on you..." "Mmm-hmmm... that way, I could get really deep in you..." "But you're so big... will it all fit in me?" She certainly knew how to build a guy's ego. "Oh, yeah." I was getting close, now. I slowed down just a bit, trying to hold out and make this last. "Especially when you're really wet like you are now... God, I'll bet you're so tight..." "Will you go slow... the first time? Please don't hurt me..." she said in that little girl voice. "Oh, baby," I moaned, "Oh... I won't hurt you... I'll make you feel so good... make you come... oh, God... oh, God... I'm gonna..." "Are you gonna shoot it?" She was huffing and puffing now. I felt my balls churn and tighten. "Uhhhh... yeah... here... it... comes... oh... oh... Amy... aahhhh..." My cock spasmed as a huge burst of creamy white semen exploded out of me, arcing high in the air and plummeting back down onto my face and chest. Another blast followed, this one jetting into my hair. On the phone, I could hear Amy making a high-pitched squeal. The sound she was making could only mean that she was having an orgasm, too. It continued for several seconds as I let loose with one more blast of my seed, landing this one on my chest. I gasped for air, slowly coming back to my senses. There was a long pause on the phone. Finally, I heard her voice... she was still breathing faster than normal, but she was smiling- I could hear it. "Mmmmm... well? Did you..." "Oh, yeah," I answered, wiping a stringy blob of my sperm off of my forehead. "Did you... come, too?" "Mmmm-hmmm," she murmured. "It was great... not as great as if we had been... you know, together, but still pretty awesome." "Well..." I swallowed hard. I had taken my time, been patient, but after what just happened, I thought that maybe... "Amy, do you... uh, think that... I mean, are you... um, ready?" "I..." she paused, "I'll be home tomorrow. Let's talk about it then." "Okay," I said. "Well, I'm going to sleep well tonight." "Mmmm... me too." There was some rustling around in the background. "I had to get under the covers. I didn't want anybody to walk in and see me... well, you know." "Yeah," I laughed. "Fortunately, I don't have to worry about that." "So, should I come over tomorrow when I get back?" "Sure... Oh, wait, I forgot. I've gotta run over to the north side of town tomorrow afternoon. I've got an appointment with a client." I thought for a moment. "Tell you what... I'll leave the key to the house in the big flower planter in front under the speckled gray rock. If I'm not here, just let yourself in. I don't know how long I'll be." "All right." She yawned into the phone. "Oh, that made me tired. I think I'm ready to go to sleep." "Yeah," I replied, "Me too. Well, hon, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" "Mmmm... okay," she said softly. "Amy?" "Yes, Steve?" I swallowed hard again. "I love you." This was the first time I said it first. "I love you too. Good night." "Good night. Sweet dreams." "Oh, I'll dream about you," she said. "Okay. See you." She hung up and so did I. I stood up and stepped out of my shorts, then pulled off my T-shirt, which was soiled with a huge wet stain from my first shot of cum, and used it to wipe off my face, my hair, and my now-flaccid penis. Falling into bed that night, I was out as soon as I hit the pillow. Dreams came to me that night, vivid dreams of Amy and I walking hand in hand through a beautiful forest, then scuba diving in warm blue water. I awoke refreshed and, I'm sure, with a smile on my face. As I had told Amy, I had a meeting that day with a client. This was actually what we called the "payoff," the big presentation that was the culmination of the research and consultation that we spent most of our time doing. Since I would be making the presentation to corporate level executives, I had to go deep into my closet to find appropriate attire. I ended up with my black Armani raw silk suit that I had bought a few years back. I had actually found it on a close-out rack at a large men's store while on vacation and, since it was about half price, I had picked it up. Turned out to be a damn good deal. I put it on over a white banded collar silk shirt. Combed my hair, polished my shoes, and off I went. Little did I know what I was in for. I got grilled for five hours by the senior managers of this company. Normally I didn't mind answering questions but these guys took it to extremes. When I finally got out of there it was almost 5:30 in the afternoon and I still had a thirty minute drive home. Traffic was a bitch, as always, so it was actually closer to 6:15 when I pulled into the driveway. I parked my car and hopped out, noting that the front door was open- Amy was here and waiting for me! My heart began to beat faster as I pulled my briefcase out of the backseat and shut the car door behind me, practically jogging across the lawn to the front porch. I burst through the front door. "Honey, I'm home!" I called out with a Ricky Ricardo accent. The house smelled wonderful. Something delicious was obviously cooking. The mess of empty beer cans and old newspapers from the past four days had disappeared from the living room. "Hold on!" came Amy's voice from down the hall. She appeared in the doorway and took my breath away (again.) She was wearing a black cocktail dress, cut short enough to show off her legs. The neckline was cut low to give a good view of her chest, and the tight fabric highlighted how firmness and tone of her body. She wore black stockings and black high heels. Her hair was down and she wore just a hint of makeup, enough to really accentuate her natural beauty. For a moment, I was completely still, marveling at her. "God... you look fabulous!" She stepped over and wrapped her arms around me. I returned the hug. I buried my face in her hair and breathed in her scent. Pulling back slightly, she kissed me deeply on the mouth. When the kiss ended, she looked me in the eyes. "I missed you so much!" She kissed me again. When I could catch my breath, I asked, "What are you all dressed up for?" "Well, I figured that you'd have to dress up for work today, so... I thought I'd dress up too. Kind of to celebrate being home. By the way, that suit really makes you look good. I'll have to trick you into dressing up more often." "Uh, thanks but no thanks. Seriously thought, that dress looks great on you!" I said, holding her at arm's length to admire her. "This old rag?" she asked with a smile. "We got back this morning at 10:00. Jennifer and I went to the mall as soon as we got back... I told her I had a hot date. I bought this dress and... well, some other things, too." "Well, it certainly looks great on you, like I said. And something smells pretty good, too." "Yes, you lucky dog," Amy said with a mock bow. "Your kitchen wench has been busy preparing a feast for you... coq au vin. I hope you're hungry." "Starving!" I replied. "Don't tell me that you set the dining room table, too." I hadn't set foot in the dining room since the wife left me, much less ate at the enormous oak table that she had convinced me to waste a fortune on. "Of course," she said. "You didn't think that we'd eat a fancy meal like coq au vin in front of the TV?" "Well, sure," I cried in a fake hillbilly accent, "Ain't no sense in dirtyin' up the fancy eatin' room!" Amy looked at me with mock scorn on her face. "Your timing is perfect. Get your butt into the dining room and I'll bring in the food." "No, I'll help," I offered. "No, you won't," Amy said firmly. "You worked all day, let me take care of it." Now, having been married, I knew that this wouldn't last. I figured that I had better take advantage of it while I could. Holding up my hands in submission, I went into the dining room. Amy had really outdone herself. The table was set with the Reed & Barton silver service and fancy china that I had inherited from my mom. Two candles were burning in the center of the table. I sat down at one of the two places that were set side by side. Amy came in with a large tureen and placed it on the table. She sat down, I served us both, and we began to eat. As I mentioned, Amy was a very good cook. The food was excellent and, while I certainly did not have a wine cellar, she had managed to find a decent red wine in my "wine cabinet." We ate and drank leisurely, her telling me all about the camp first, then me telling her about my day. We finished our meal and decided by mutual agreement that the dishes could wait. By now it was early evening and beginning to get dark. I suggested that we head out to the back patio so that I could enjoy a vice that I did not often indulge in- smoking a cigar. Once out on the patio, we sat in the deck chairs and sipped our wine as I lit up a macunado. Expelling the sweet smoke slowly, I complimented Amy on her fabulous dinner. "Nothing is too good for my man," she said with a smile. "Say, speaking of which," I flicked an ash, "What are we, anyway? I mean, boyfriend and girlfriend?" "Yeah... I guess so," she said thoughtfully. "Hmmm... it's been a long time since I had a girlfriend," I said. "If I remember right, I'm supposed to spoil you, is that it?" She laughed. "Of course." "So what is a girlfriend supposed to do?" I asked, taking another puff off of my cigar. "Cook, clean... you know," she said. She looked at me shyly, sidelong. "Take care of her man." "Take care of her man, huh?" I repeated. I took one last drag and stubbed my cigar out in the coffee can full of sand sitting under the patio table for this specific purpose. "How exactly do you do that?" "Oh, you know," Amy replied, standing up and walking slowly towards the house, "Just make him feel good after a long day's work." I stood and followed her through the sliding glass patio door. I shut the door behind me as she stopped and turned back to me. I took her into my arms, feeling the warmth of her body through the tight black fabric of her dress. We kissed, a long passionate kiss, and I felt her tongue tease my lips. "So you're going to make me feel good?" I asked softly, looking into her big green eyes. She nodded, without looking away from my eyes. "Yes," she said in a voice barely audible. "Does that mean..." "Yes... I... I'm ready." "Are you sure... I mean, absolutely sure?" I wanted this to be right for her. I didn't want her to have any regrets or fears. "Oh, yes... Steve, I..." she paused, looking at me with those smoldering eyes, "I want you to... to do it to me. You know..." "Amy," I answered, holding her tightly, "Oh, God, Amy, I want to make love to you. Is that what you want?" "Yes... make love to me, please... I need to feel you... against me..." She pressed her mouth to mine and our tongues entwined. "Come on," I said softly, taking her hand. I led her to the bedroom. We stepped into my bedroom and I turned on the track lighting which ran along the walls on either side of the bed. The lights were pointed against the wall but I turned the rheostat down so that they were fairly low. I didn't want it too bright to ruin the mood but I wanted to be able to see this beautiful creature as I made love to her. Turning back to Amy, we embraced again and kissed, this time our kiss was even deeper and lasted longer. My hands were on her back and my fingers found the zipper on the back of her dress. Before I started pulling it down, I looked at Amy and asked, "May I undress you?" "God, yes..." she answered. Slowly, I tugged the zipper down her back. When I reached the end, I gently pulled the dress off of her shoulders, revealing the shiny black shoulder straps of her bra. She stood absolutely still, watching my eyes, as I continued to pull the dress down, until it was completely off of her arms. When the dress was at her waist, it revealed a delicate and sexy black bra, the cups of black lace, the darkness of her aerolae showing through. I then pushed the dress over her hips and down her legs. I sucked in my breath when the black fabric fell low enough to reveal the rest of her underclothes. Amy was not wearing pantyhose- she was really wearing black stockings which were held up by a black lace garter belt. What really riveted me were her panties. The tiny black lace front was held up by two skimpy strands of black elastic on either hip. Her dress fell down her legs and she stepped out of it, turning to reveal the bare globes of her delicious ass, proving that she was wearing another thong. Amy stood in front of me, hands on hips, smiling broadly enough to show her braces. There was no hesitance, so shyness, she looked positively happy. She looked absolutely incredible, her lithe tanned teenage body in her sexy black lingerie and heels. I let out a low whistle. "You... God, Amy, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." She blushed. "You like this?" she asked, holding out her arms and turning in a complete circle, showing me the back strap of her thong disappearing between the firm cheeks of her ass. "This was the other thing I bought today... just for you. I hope you like it." "Oh, yeah..." She was too good to be true. I started to unbutton my shirt but she stopped me. "No, let me..." She put her soft little hands on my shoulders and pushed my suit coat back, down my arms, and off. She then reached to my throat and began to unbutton my shirt. I could feel the heat of her hands radiating through the light silk of my shirt. Down the front of my shirt she went, pulling the tail from my pants and unbuttoning it completely. She opened my shirt and put her hands on my chest, running her fingers through my coarse chest hairs as she pushed my shirt over my shoulders and off. My breathing was a bit quicker now. My penis was beginning to harden as Amy sank to her knees, kneeling in front of me. She unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned the top button of my pants. Her fingers lightly brushed across the rapidly growing bulge in the front of my pants as she searched a moment for the zipper, then slowly unzipped my fly. I slipped off my shoes as she opened the front of my pants, revealing clearly the huge bulge in my red silk boxer shorts. One tug from her on my pants and they fell with a sigh to my ankles. I stepped out of the heap of my pants and stood in my boxers, my little sixteen year old lover on her knees in front of me. She reached out with her right hand and traced the outline of my hardening shaft lightly with her fingertips. I gasped at her touch. Reaching up to the waistband of my boxers with both hands, she pulled them down in one quick motion. My throbbing shaft sprang free and stood at full attention. Amy grasped the base of my erection in her tiny fist. She looked up at me and smiled sweetly. It made for a hell of a picture... she had such an innocent look on her face, yet was kneeling on the floor in black lingerie holding my swollen purple cock in her hand. Turning her full attention back to my prick, she pumped up and down on it a couple of times, eliciting a moan from me. Then, she did something that I certainly didn't expect. Pursing her little pink lips, she planted a kiss on the tip of my dick. The sensation was like an electric shock running through me. Sticking out her tongue hesitantly, she gently licked along the underside of my head. I moaned softly. She swirled her tongue all the way around the purple head of my penis, then opened her mouth enough to let the head slide in. She looked up at me and I had to steel myself to keep from coming right then. I could hear her breathing through her nose as she again swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, although this time it was inside her mouth. Then, ever so slowly, she began to suck me into her mouth. Only a fraction of an inch at a time but gradually more of my shaft disappeared into her mouth. Her cheeks were sunken in as she sucked on me like a popsicle. She worked her way farther and farther down until I felt the tip of my penis touch her throat. Like I said, I am definitely not super-human in the size department but when I looked down, there was still about an inch of my shaft sticking out of her mouth. I threw my head back and reveled in the sensation of this little girl sucking me off. I heard Amy take a deep breath through her nose and felt her throat spasm.. I was in a state of complete shock as she swallowed me! Her nose was in my pubic hair and my penis was buried completely in her throat. She held me like that for a second before I popped back out of her mouth and she made a choking, gagging noise. "I'm... I'm sorry," she gasped, taking my now shiny wet dick in her fist again and stroking it as she looked up at me. "I thought I could... I felt like I was choking." "Mmmm... that's okay, baby," I said. "But I thought... uh, you know, you didn't want to..." Sticking out her perfect pink tongue, she licked the underside of my shaft. "Well, I didn't want to... I mean, at first I was... you know," she smiled up at me. "You need to thank Tara." "Tara?" Amy sucked the head of my cock into her mouth again. "The one you went to camp with?" "Mmmm-hmmm." She pulled off of my penis with a wet pop sound. "I was telling her that... well, after you and I talked Thursday, you know, we were kinda having girl talk in our cabin. I... mentioned that I was planning to... do it, you know, for the first time." "Did you tell them with whom?" I asked. "No, silly, I just told them with my boyfriend." She licked the tip of my penis again as she continued to slowly stroke me. "I told them that my boyfriend doesn't go to our school... and that's not a lie!" "Okay, I guess not," I agreed. "Anyway, Tara and Jennifer both... they've both, you know, done it before. Tara said that they way to really get a guy hot was to... use your mouth. I told her that I didn't know how. So she got..." Amy looked up at me, blushing (which was kind of redundant since she was on her knees in front of me with my cock in her hand,) "She got a banana at breakfast the next morning and on the bus back, she.. taught me how." "Well, you did great," I said, as she slipped my erection back between her lips. She began to bob her head up and down, pumping my boner with her mouth. She then began to use her fist as well, stroking the base with her hand and the upper shaft and head with her lips and tongue. I had my fingers in her hair and was watching as Amy ministered to my throbbing slab. She was groaning as she worked on me and it certainly sounded like she was enjoying herself. My hips began to move, pumping myself in and out of her mouth. I could feel the orgasm beginning to well up inside of me and I wanted to save it. "Stop... stop," I gasped, putting my hand on top of her head and holding it still. Amy released my penis from her mouth but continued to stroke it slowly with her little hand. "What do you want me to do now?" she asked, looking up at me again. "Mmmm... stand up." She stood in front of me and I kissed her wet mouth, the head of my dancing erection poking her in the upper stomach. "Lay down on the bed... on your back," I directed. She complied and for a moment I stood over her, looking down at my beautiful angel. She lay back on my large pile of pillows, still dressed in her bra, thong panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels. "Did Tara tell you anything else?" I asked. "Um... well, she said it would hurt a little... the first time," Amy said. "And..." "No," I interrupted, "I mean, Tara told you about... using you mouth on me, but did she tell you about a man using his mouth on you?" "No... but," she looked away from me, "I, uh... don't think you should... that's kinda gross." "No, it's not," I replied. "It's wonderful... and, from what I've heard anyway, it feels really good, too." "Yeah, but... I've, uh... after, um... playing with myself, like the other night, I've, uh... smelled my fingers and I... I smell down there." "Oh, yeah!" I said enthusiastically. Amy looked at me questioningly. "You smell great down there," I explained. "You smell like sex... to me it smells good. And I'm sure... you taste just as good. Do you mind if I find out?" She looked at me for a moment as if to determine if I was serious. Then she shrugged slightly and hooked her fingers in the almost non-existent waistband of her little black lace thong. "No, no..." I stopped her. "Leave the panties on." I sank down to my knees on bed, kneeling between her legs. Gently, I spread her black stockinged legs farther apart. I could smell the scent of her arousal before I even lowered my face to the front of her panties. As I got closer to the triangle of black lace, the mouth-watering aroma of her became more intense. I leaned on my left elbow and reached up with my right hand. Slipping my fingers under the black elastic, I gently pulled her thong to the side and, for the first time, saw Amy's pussy. The flower of Amy's womanhood was open with arousal. The thick outer lips were a dark reddish color and her deep pink inner lips were clearly visible and slightly parted as well. What really caught my eye was the fact that her only pubic hair was a thin strip directly above her slit. The rest of her pubic area was completely shaved. I looked up at her- she was looking down at me. 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