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I've been working at the Post Office for three years now. It's a decent job, and the benefits are great, which makes it easy to put up with bad days and the incomprehensible decisions that come down from on high. They're not all that way, but once in a while, I just have to shake my head and move on.
I'm single, still waiting for the right guy to come along. Picky, some might say, but I prefer to think of it as selective. Hey, if I'm going to commit the remainder of my life to one person, he'd better be a good one. Well, in my 25 years on this planet, our paths haven't crossed yet.
But that's not what this story is about. Back in high school, (seems so far away), my friend Amelia and I struck up a close friendship. Up until about four years ago, we were practically inseparable. Several commented that we might have been lesbians, or that we were dating. Yeah well, we weren't. We were very close friends, and that included sleepovers at my place or hers where we did just about everything two girls could do together. We had a blast.
But as life goes, we drifted apart. She moved in with a guy and our time together just changed. Not in a bad way, but just different. I was working for a store and they transferred me to a different county. I stuck it out for a year, but I didn't like it there so I quit and got the Post Office job back in my home town.
Got my own condo, got my own life, still looking for Mr. Right.
That's when I bumped into Amelia at Walmart. I almost didn't recognize her, but you can't exactly forget someone whose entire body you have kissed, I mean just about every inch.
"Hey Meli," I called out and she turned.
"Lo!"
We hugged fiercely, something we couldn't have done a short while back when that coronavirus thing was raging. Amelia kissed my cheek, then my neck, showing that she still knew the place that would get me every time.
"Hey stop that, we're in public," I laughed.
"Then let's get a room," she grinned back.
"I thought you had someone."
"Yeah, we're on and off. It's convenient to share living expenses but the 'with benefits' part isn't so great."
"That's too bad, I'm sorry."
"What you up to, Lo? Find THE GUY yet?"
"Nope, still looking. It's kinda quiet at night, you know."
"Yes actually, I do. Me and Andy are in separate rooms. Like I said, we share an apartment, that's about it."
"Wanna do a sleepover?" I suggested.
"Y'know, that sounds awesome. Let's do it."
"Pick a day; I'm open."
"Friday night, and I can do Saturday too."
"Both? Or just one?"
"Let's start with Friday and see how it goes. Maybe Saturday too."
"Awesome; I'll pick up some stuff for Friday dinner while I'm here."
"OK."
"Come over anytime after 5 on Friday," I said, about to leave.
"I don't even have your address anymore," Amelia said. "I'll probably need that."
"I'll text it to you."
"OK, see ya." She gave me the smile I knew so well. The smile that said she was really looking forward to Friday.
She headed out of the store and I pushed my empty cart toward the grocery department, mentally doing a fist pump attached to a "Yesssss!"
I smiled all the way through my Walmart shopping, getting several odd looks. Reminded me of the saying, "Smile, it makes people wonder what you've been up to." It's true.
The week passed slowly but Friday eventually came and I worked my shift with a happy face. By 4pm, I was ready to be home and I clocked out just 2 minutes after the shift.
"In a hurry?" Ryan, a co-worker friend, asked.
"Company coming over for dinner," I said.
"Lucky them," he shot back grinning.
"See ya," I called, shouldering my purse.
"Yeah, call me if they no-show. I'll help you with all that food."
Maybe that was Ryan's way of expressing interest in me. He was a nice guy, helpful, friendly, but not your hunk or cutie or jock. Just a nice guy. Hmmm, I thought, güngören escort bayan (https://gungorenescort.net) I wonder. And then I dismissed the thought.
Dinner was simple, easy to cook, and was almost ready when Amelia arrived. She brought in a bag and set it down in the living room, then followed me into the kitchen.
"What's cookin'?" She glanced into the pot. "Ooooohh, your spaghetti's always so good. And I can smell the garlic."
"Hah, you just made me realize we're going to be garlic breath all over each other tonight."
"Won't bother me," Amelia said, "but just in case it bothers you... I haven't had any garlic yet. Come here."
I turned and she took my face in both hands, pulling me to her and into a fleshy, soft kiss. OMG, it had been so long, and I didn't realize until that instant how much I had missed it, missed her. We sank into the dreaminess of soft, smooth lips, re-introduced our tongues to each other and embraced as if this was the last kiss on the planet. Our lips would separate and re-join, sliding together, tongues eagerly tasting and sucking and licking. I felt the old sparking of desire long before we were done.
"My gosh Amelia, I've been starved," I said.
"Me too," she said simply, and we embarked on another long smooch, abbreviated only by the hissing sound of the pasta water boiling out of its pot onto the stove.
We broke apart and I tended to the stove.
"It's ready," I said.
"Mmmm, me too," Amelia hummed.
"The food, girl, the food. We need sustenance."
"Oh yes right," she said contritely. We snickered.
Dinner was good; we ate way too much garlic bread, but at least it helped soak up the wine that we drank. We gathered plates and dishes, rinsed them and pushed them into the dishwasher, giggling like two high schoolers.
When we had finished cleaning the kitchen, we bee-lined for the couch and tumbled onto it, still laughing.
"I've missed you," I said.
"Yeah, why did we ever let stuff get in the way of us?"
"I don't know."
"You still look gorgeous," Amelia said, and I felt that flush of content from the affirmation.
"You always did, and still do," I replied. "And I'm lusting after your lips since we kissed before dinner."
"Likewise."
We twisted to face each other and kissed. Passionate, full of desire, soft and tender. We are the best kissers!
It's not comfortable to kiss the person sitting next to you, so I flipped around onto my knees, pushing them all the way to the back of the seat cushion. Now we were face to face and it was no hardship at all to lean over to her and perch my butt on her thighs. Her arms circled me and I kept my hands on the cushion behind her for balance. We kissed some more and some more.
"You know where this is going, don't you?" I said when we next stopped to take a breath.
"No. Where?" Amelia replied with large eyes, which creased into a smile.
"You haven't changed a bit," I said.
"What was your favorite episode of the 'Amelia and Lauren' show?" she asked. "Was it 'Finger in the Tunnel', or maybe '70 minus 1', or could it have been 'Scissors Just Don't Cut It'?"
"You are so funny. But my fav was 'All Night Long'."
"I don't think I have the stamina for that."
"Then let's just take it in turns at whatever pace we feel like."
"Good idea," she agreed. "And right now, I'm hungry for you, girlfriend. But the kissing can wait. I want to see your cute little bod."
Whether her words or the way she said them or the look in her eyes, I was instantly aroused. Her hands were already undoing the buttons on my shirt.
"I don't know what possessed you to wear a shirt on an evening like this," she muttered just loud enough for me to hear.
"I needed to give you something to do before you got to what's underneath," I replied.
"Well, that's hardly fair. I didn't even wear a bra."
"I noticed," I said, "and I'm impressed you have kept everything şişli escort bayan (https://sislibeyaz.com) just the way it was."
She shimmied her shoulders to show the firmness of her breasts and I gave her an admiring look.
Amelia finished opening my shirt and I shrugged it off. She already had her hands on the clasp of my bra, which was off in two seconds.
For a fleeting moment, I felt vulnerable to have been bared so effortlessly and completely, but the sight of Amelia's desire, written all over her face, dispelled any misgivings. With her hands under my butt, she pulled me to her, keeping me up on my knees and pushing my naked breasts into her face. Hungrily, she took one of my nipples between her lips and sealed them over my breast, sucking my nipple into the depths of her mouth. She swirled her hot, wet tongue on my areola and made me gasp. Round and round she licked, with the occasional flick from her tongue across the nipple. It was so delicious and so reminiscent.
"I had almost forgotten," I panted out.
She released the pressure on my nipple and looked up at me. "Me too," she grinned.
"I guess we're not going slow tonight," I said.
"Nah uhh," she confirmed, and pushed me gently back into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around on my breast, while her hand found my other breast and teased the nipple there. I was getting really horny now and we weren't even five minutes into it.
"You're going to make me come in record time," I gasped.
"Mmmm," she said and let go my nipple. "We'd better get the rest of your clothes off then."
I was in my work clothes still; a business casual dark blue skirt just a little above the knee. She settled her hands on the waistband at the back, searching for the clasp. It was no match for her and popped open in no time. The zipper followed immediately after, and once again, I felt myself being undressed perhaps a little quicker than I had planned. The skirt dropped to my knees as Amelia curled her fingers into the lacy band around the top of my panties.
"Mmmm, cute," she commented, pausing just a second to snapshot in her mind my slender waist, the flare of my hips, the color of my panties, and the lace bow sitting front and center. And then her hands were on the move, teasing my panties over my ass, watching as they turned slowly inside out, exposing the patch of hair I had so carefully trimmed that morning.
"You never used to trim," she said, taken aback. She laid her fingers on my belly, resting them lightly at the top of the strip. She drew her fingers downward, and my pussy tingled as she ruffled my tight, narrow wedge of dark brown hair. I had tried unkempt, shaved, and a triangle before. Today, I sported a strip, sides almost parallel but just a tad wider at the top. It stopped short of my pussy. Her fingers danced lightly at the top of my slit, beneath which my clit was on the lookout for any action that came along. I jerked when she tapped there.
She snickered and resumed pulling down my panties. I put my hands on the back of the couch and stood up on my feet, bent forward and hanging my breasts down at her. My skirt and panties slid, with her help, from my knees to my ankles, and then she lifted one foot. I jiggled it and pulled it free of the clothing. She kept hold of my ankle and slowly lifted it over her body, planting that foot on the other side of her thighs.
So now I was standing on the couch, straddling her.
"Ahhh, that's good," she said from down below. I felt her hands slide up the back of my calves. She tickled briefly behind my knees, a spot she knew was an erogenous zone for me and I twisted to one side and back. Her hands moved on up, cupping the back of my thighs.
I hung onto the couch for balance, and she steadily pulled my pussy closer to her face.
I guessed what was coming but couldn't prepare myself for the sensation.
She nuzzled her nose into my hair and put out her tongue. She started way at the back of my slit, almost esenler escort bayan (https://esenlerpetektemizligi.com) to my ass it felt, and drew a huge slurp of her hot tongue along the length of my slit and up to the top where she curled the tip of her tongue to flick it past my hidden clit. I shuddered and felt my nipples pucker. She didn't wait any time before doing the same maneuver again. My nerves were jangling, my pussy was tingling and my breasts were tight. We'd never done this -- in this position -- before, so I had no idea how I would react to it or how long I would last.
I had made myself come standing before but needed a countertop or a chair or something to lean against. All I had to lean on now was Amelia's face, so I did.
She slurped and licked like there was no tomorrow, and I could feel the release of pussy juice from my lips. They were greasing the way for her just inside the swelling lips she was sucking on. In a moment, I knew she'd breach them and look to go deeper. She'd find the smooth dark pink tight-lipped pussy that she'd seen so many times before, and she'd recognize the bubble of my clit poking through at the top. My slit was not long, still a tight pussy for those who think that's a thing. I guess I was just small in that department.
My legs were quivering, struggling to perform their normal job of holding me upright. Amelia's hands behind my thighs provided the additional support I needed.
And then, as predicted, Amelia poked just a little harder with her tongue at the back end of my pussy and my lips parted for her. Immediately, a small dribble of my juice transferred onto her tongue and she purred, drawing her tongue along my smooth pussy lips. I couldn't stand still and shifted from foot to foot, my legs almost caving at the knees and being picked up again on the support of her arms.
As she reached my clit, I leaned forward sharply, unable to push my hips back.
"Oh god Amelia," I said as I buried my head into the soft top cushion of the couch.
She contented herself with soaking up my juice on her tongue and going back for more.
I was so horny. I stayed bent over, head between my hands and my naked butt pointing into the room. She held my pussy against her face and assaulted it over and over with her tongue. I jerked and twisted, bent and straightened, and my clit twitched and pulsed as I drew nearer to orgasm.
Everything was going so fast, and I had not a moment to think or prepare, or even really enjoy the moves Amelia was laying on me. I was enjoying it -- immensely -- but in an uncontrolled and wild way.
I knew I was about to come, and I would need Amelia to stop right after that; I just got so sensitive, I couldn't handle it, but I had no way to tell her.
And she was still relentlessly, rapidly, driving me to climax.
I felt it coming; like an approaching freight train there was a rumble announcing its impending and unstoppable arrival. I felt my body tense up and I was rooted in place. The train appeared, closer, closer, seeming to gain speed exponentially. I was mesmerized, unable to move as it gained on me, looming large and powerful. My legs wobbled like jello and then it all broke loose. My orgasm reached me, enormous and overpowering as the train. The ground shook and trembled, and I felt my body break into a sweat. My nipples tightened up hard and I longed to grab them and squeeze them to stop them moving, my hips rocked in rapid succession back and forth and my pussy clamped and squeezed like a milking machine. I moaned out a long "oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," and lost all feeing for a few seconds.
Amelia held me up, and knew to stop licking on my poor wet pussy. She just held me as I shivered and shook. When the most intense part of it had gone by, she lowered me down to my knees, still straddling her. My face was red, my hair plastered to my temples and I was shivering still.
"Looks like you had a pretty good one, Lo," she said with a big grin. "And it's not even 9 o'clock yet."
"Amelia Rae," I warned, using her middle name. I paused, unable to think. "I wish I could come up with some kind of threat for you." I laughed, the giggly kind of laugh reserved for a really good orgasm.
"I'm sure you'll come up with something," she said. "And it'll be just as good as that."
I'm single, still waiting for the right guy to come along. Picky, some might say, but I prefer to think of it as selective. Hey, if I'm going to commit the remainder of my life to one person, he'd better be a good one. Well, in my 25 years on this planet, our paths haven't crossed yet.
But that's not what this story is about. Back in high school, (seems so far away), my friend Amelia and I struck up a close friendship. Up until about four years ago, we were practically inseparable. Several commented that we might have been lesbians, or that we were dating. Yeah well, we weren't. We were very close friends, and that included sleepovers at my place or hers where we did just about everything two girls could do together. We had a blast.
But as life goes, we drifted apart. She moved in with a guy and our time together just changed. Not in a bad way, but just different. I was working for a store and they transferred me to a different county. I stuck it out for a year, but I didn't like it there so I quit and got the Post Office job back in my home town.
Got my own condo, got my own life, still looking for Mr. Right.
That's when I bumped into Amelia at Walmart. I almost didn't recognize her, but you can't exactly forget someone whose entire body you have kissed, I mean just about every inch.
"Hey Meli," I called out and she turned.
"Lo!"
We hugged fiercely, something we couldn't have done a short while back when that coronavirus thing was raging. Amelia kissed my cheek, then my neck, showing that she still knew the place that would get me every time.
"Hey stop that, we're in public," I laughed.
"Then let's get a room," she grinned back.
"I thought you had someone."
"Yeah, we're on and off. It's convenient to share living expenses but the 'with benefits' part isn't so great."
"That's too bad, I'm sorry."
"What you up to, Lo? Find THE GUY yet?"
"Nope, still looking. It's kinda quiet at night, you know."
"Yes actually, I do. Me and Andy are in separate rooms. Like I said, we share an apartment, that's about it."
"Wanna do a sleepover?" I suggested.
"Y'know, that sounds awesome. Let's do it."
"Pick a day; I'm open."
"Friday night, and I can do Saturday too."
"Both? Or just one?"
"Let's start with Friday and see how it goes. Maybe Saturday too."
"Awesome; I'll pick up some stuff for Friday dinner while I'm here."
"OK."
"Come over anytime after 5 on Friday," I said, about to leave.
"I don't even have your address anymore," Amelia said. "I'll probably need that."
"I'll text it to you."
"OK, see ya." She gave me the smile I knew so well. The smile that said she was really looking forward to Friday.
She headed out of the store and I pushed my empty cart toward the grocery department, mentally doing a fist pump attached to a "Yesssss!"
I smiled all the way through my Walmart shopping, getting several odd looks. Reminded me of the saying, "Smile, it makes people wonder what you've been up to." It's true.
The week passed slowly but Friday eventually came and I worked my shift with a happy face. By 4pm, I was ready to be home and I clocked out just 2 minutes after the shift.
"In a hurry?" Ryan, a co-worker friend, asked.
"Company coming over for dinner," I said.
"Lucky them," he shot back grinning.
"See ya," I called, shouldering my purse.
"Yeah, call me if they no-show. I'll help you with all that food."
Maybe that was Ryan's way of expressing interest in me. He was a nice guy, helpful, friendly, but not your hunk or cutie or jock. Just a nice guy. Hmmm, I thought, güngören escort bayan (https://gungorenescort.net) I wonder. And then I dismissed the thought.
Dinner was simple, easy to cook, and was almost ready when Amelia arrived. She brought in a bag and set it down in the living room, then followed me into the kitchen.
"What's cookin'?" She glanced into the pot. "Ooooohh, your spaghetti's always so good. And I can smell the garlic."
"Hah, you just made me realize we're going to be garlic breath all over each other tonight."
"Won't bother me," Amelia said, "but just in case it bothers you... I haven't had any garlic yet. Come here."
I turned and she took my face in both hands, pulling me to her and into a fleshy, soft kiss. OMG, it had been so long, and I didn't realize until that instant how much I had missed it, missed her. We sank into the dreaminess of soft, smooth lips, re-introduced our tongues to each other and embraced as if this was the last kiss on the planet. Our lips would separate and re-join, sliding together, tongues eagerly tasting and sucking and licking. I felt the old sparking of desire long before we were done.
"My gosh Amelia, I've been starved," I said.
"Me too," she said simply, and we embarked on another long smooch, abbreviated only by the hissing sound of the pasta water boiling out of its pot onto the stove.
We broke apart and I tended to the stove.
"It's ready," I said.
"Mmmm, me too," Amelia hummed.
"The food, girl, the food. We need sustenance."
"Oh yes right," she said contritely. We snickered.
Dinner was good; we ate way too much garlic bread, but at least it helped soak up the wine that we drank. We gathered plates and dishes, rinsed them and pushed them into the dishwasher, giggling like two high schoolers.
When we had finished cleaning the kitchen, we bee-lined for the couch and tumbled onto it, still laughing.
"I've missed you," I said.
"Yeah, why did we ever let stuff get in the way of us?"
"I don't know."
"You still look gorgeous," Amelia said, and I felt that flush of content from the affirmation.
"You always did, and still do," I replied. "And I'm lusting after your lips since we kissed before dinner."
"Likewise."
We twisted to face each other and kissed. Passionate, full of desire, soft and tender. We are the best kissers!
It's not comfortable to kiss the person sitting next to you, so I flipped around onto my knees, pushing them all the way to the back of the seat cushion. Now we were face to face and it was no hardship at all to lean over to her and perch my butt on her thighs. Her arms circled me and I kept my hands on the cushion behind her for balance. We kissed some more and some more.
"You know where this is going, don't you?" I said when we next stopped to take a breath.
"No. Where?" Amelia replied with large eyes, which creased into a smile.
"You haven't changed a bit," I said.
"What was your favorite episode of the 'Amelia and Lauren' show?" she asked. "Was it 'Finger in the Tunnel', or maybe '70 minus 1', or could it have been 'Scissors Just Don't Cut It'?"
"You are so funny. But my fav was 'All Night Long'."
"I don't think I have the stamina for that."
"Then let's just take it in turns at whatever pace we feel like."
"Good idea," she agreed. "And right now, I'm hungry for you, girlfriend. But the kissing can wait. I want to see your cute little bod."
Whether her words or the way she said them or the look in her eyes, I was instantly aroused. Her hands were already undoing the buttons on my shirt.
"I don't know what possessed you to wear a shirt on an evening like this," she muttered just loud enough for me to hear.
"I needed to give you something to do before you got to what's underneath," I replied.
"Well, that's hardly fair. I didn't even wear a bra."
"I noticed," I said, "and I'm impressed you have kept everything şişli escort bayan (https://sislibeyaz.com) just the way it was."
She shimmied her shoulders to show the firmness of her breasts and I gave her an admiring look.
Amelia finished opening my shirt and I shrugged it off. She already had her hands on the clasp of my bra, which was off in two seconds.
For a fleeting moment, I felt vulnerable to have been bared so effortlessly and completely, but the sight of Amelia's desire, written all over her face, dispelled any misgivings. With her hands under my butt, she pulled me to her, keeping me up on my knees and pushing my naked breasts into her face. Hungrily, she took one of my nipples between her lips and sealed them over my breast, sucking my nipple into the depths of her mouth. She swirled her hot, wet tongue on my areola and made me gasp. Round and round she licked, with the occasional flick from her tongue across the nipple. It was so delicious and so reminiscent.
"I had almost forgotten," I panted out.
She released the pressure on my nipple and looked up at me. "Me too," she grinned.
"I guess we're not going slow tonight," I said.
"Nah uhh," she confirmed, and pushed me gently back into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around on my breast, while her hand found my other breast and teased the nipple there. I was getting really horny now and we weren't even five minutes into it.
"You're going to make me come in record time," I gasped.
"Mmmm," she said and let go my nipple. "We'd better get the rest of your clothes off then."
I was in my work clothes still; a business casual dark blue skirt just a little above the knee. She settled her hands on the waistband at the back, searching for the clasp. It was no match for her and popped open in no time. The zipper followed immediately after, and once again, I felt myself being undressed perhaps a little quicker than I had planned. The skirt dropped to my knees as Amelia curled her fingers into the lacy band around the top of my panties.
"Mmmm, cute," she commented, pausing just a second to snapshot in her mind my slender waist, the flare of my hips, the color of my panties, and the lace bow sitting front and center. And then her hands were on the move, teasing my panties over my ass, watching as they turned slowly inside out, exposing the patch of hair I had so carefully trimmed that morning.
"You never used to trim," she said, taken aback. She laid her fingers on my belly, resting them lightly at the top of the strip. She drew her fingers downward, and my pussy tingled as she ruffled my tight, narrow wedge of dark brown hair. I had tried unkempt, shaved, and a triangle before. Today, I sported a strip, sides almost parallel but just a tad wider at the top. It stopped short of my pussy. Her fingers danced lightly at the top of my slit, beneath which my clit was on the lookout for any action that came along. I jerked when she tapped there.
She snickered and resumed pulling down my panties. I put my hands on the back of the couch and stood up on my feet, bent forward and hanging my breasts down at her. My skirt and panties slid, with her help, from my knees to my ankles, and then she lifted one foot. I jiggled it and pulled it free of the clothing. She kept hold of my ankle and slowly lifted it over her body, planting that foot on the other side of her thighs.
So now I was standing on the couch, straddling her.
"Ahhh, that's good," she said from down below. I felt her hands slide up the back of my calves. She tickled briefly behind my knees, a spot she knew was an erogenous zone for me and I twisted to one side and back. Her hands moved on up, cupping the back of my thighs.
I hung onto the couch for balance, and she steadily pulled my pussy closer to her face.
I guessed what was coming but couldn't prepare myself for the sensation.
She nuzzled her nose into my hair and put out her tongue. She started way at the back of my slit, almost esenler escort bayan (https://esenlerpetektemizligi.com) to my ass it felt, and drew a huge slurp of her hot tongue along the length of my slit and up to the top where she curled the tip of her tongue to flick it past my hidden clit. I shuddered and felt my nipples pucker. She didn't wait any time before doing the same maneuver again. My nerves were jangling, my pussy was tingling and my breasts were tight. We'd never done this -- in this position -- before, so I had no idea how I would react to it or how long I would last.
I had made myself come standing before but needed a countertop or a chair or something to lean against. All I had to lean on now was Amelia's face, so I did.
She slurped and licked like there was no tomorrow, and I could feel the release of pussy juice from my lips. They were greasing the way for her just inside the swelling lips she was sucking on. In a moment, I knew she'd breach them and look to go deeper. She'd find the smooth dark pink tight-lipped pussy that she'd seen so many times before, and she'd recognize the bubble of my clit poking through at the top. My slit was not long, still a tight pussy for those who think that's a thing. I guess I was just small in that department.
My legs were quivering, struggling to perform their normal job of holding me upright. Amelia's hands behind my thighs provided the additional support I needed.
And then, as predicted, Amelia poked just a little harder with her tongue at the back end of my pussy and my lips parted for her. Immediately, a small dribble of my juice transferred onto her tongue and she purred, drawing her tongue along my smooth pussy lips. I couldn't stand still and shifted from foot to foot, my legs almost caving at the knees and being picked up again on the support of her arms.
As she reached my clit, I leaned forward sharply, unable to push my hips back.
"Oh god Amelia," I said as I buried my head into the soft top cushion of the couch.
She contented herself with soaking up my juice on her tongue and going back for more.
I was so horny. I stayed bent over, head between my hands and my naked butt pointing into the room. She held my pussy against her face and assaulted it over and over with her tongue. I jerked and twisted, bent and straightened, and my clit twitched and pulsed as I drew nearer to orgasm.
Everything was going so fast, and I had not a moment to think or prepare, or even really enjoy the moves Amelia was laying on me. I was enjoying it -- immensely -- but in an uncontrolled and wild way.
I knew I was about to come, and I would need Amelia to stop right after that; I just got so sensitive, I couldn't handle it, but I had no way to tell her.
And she was still relentlessly, rapidly, driving me to climax.
I felt it coming; like an approaching freight train there was a rumble announcing its impending and unstoppable arrival. I felt my body tense up and I was rooted in place. The train appeared, closer, closer, seeming to gain speed exponentially. I was mesmerized, unable to move as it gained on me, looming large and powerful. My legs wobbled like jello and then it all broke loose. My orgasm reached me, enormous and overpowering as the train. The ground shook and trembled, and I felt my body break into a sweat. My nipples tightened up hard and I longed to grab them and squeeze them to stop them moving, my hips rocked in rapid succession back and forth and my pussy clamped and squeezed like a milking machine. I moaned out a long "oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," and lost all feeing for a few seconds.
Amelia held me up, and knew to stop licking on my poor wet pussy. She just held me as I shivered and shook. When the most intense part of it had gone by, she lowered me down to my knees, still straddling her. My face was red, my hair plastered to my temples and I was shivering still.
"Looks like you had a pretty good one, Lo," she said with a big grin. "And it's not even 9 o'clock yet."
"Amelia Rae," I warned, using her middle name. I paused, unable to think. "I wish I could come up with some kind of threat for you." I laughed, the giggly kind of laugh reserved for a really good orgasm.
"I'm sure you'll come up with something," she said. "And it'll be just as good as that."