I love to eat pussy.
Maybe not as much as I like to suck on a nice, hard dick, but I do love women and there’s something inherently sweet about my mouth on a beautiful woman’s lovely bits. I especially love it when a woman has been waxed and it’s not her first time under the esthetician’s expertise. That soft, smooth curvy area where her upper thigh meets her full labia is incredibly arousing to me. Some women have a strong scent there and others it is very mild. Brianne’s secret spot was lightly scented like the rest of her body with a soft flowery smell that reminded me I was in Hawaii. Not quite plumeria; maybe with a touch of orange blossom and rose.
Brianne left that first day and I am vaguely proud to say I made her squeal. Perhaps she is not as experienced with women as I am, maybe she is. I don’t know. What I do know is that she left with her essence on my face and a smile on hers and I knew that I would see her again very soon.
My first night I walked from the palatial home where I rented a suite to the beach, less than a block away. The sand was still warm even though the sun had disappeared into the vast, endless Pacific Ocean. I could still detect the scent of Brianne on my face; her perfume on my chest.
I walked thinking about how fortunate I was in all ways. Suddenly burdened with money and an exotic sex toy! I laughed out loud. Then I heard the voice behind me.
“What’s so funny?”
It was a deep voice, the timber reverberating in my bones. It had a faint accent of…South Africa? No, Australia. I smiled to myself before I turned around.
“My extraordinary good luck,” I said.
Jarrad was well over 6 feet tall, so I was able to look up into his eyes. They were so dark they must have been black. His head was shaved but he had just the right sprinkling of chest hair between his nipples. His torso was quite firm with well-defined muscles. He stood before me in below-the-knee board shorts in a glowing green color that one could see from miles away. I now laughed at his clothing. He didn’t seem impressed.
“Luck at what, gambling or something?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Handsome, but I’m really not in the mood.” It was true. He was highly arousing, but still, I was in Brianne-land and didn’t want to leave.
“Whatever.” He turned and walked away. I watched him go.
The next morning, I saw Jarrad at a near by restaurant. He sat alone sipping his coffee, reading something on his iPad. I picked up my own cup of Joe and walked up to his table.
“Good morning, Mr. Handsome.” That was lame, I thought.
“Good morning, stuck up bitch.” His reply. “I’m only joking, of course.”
“Of course.” I was annoyed. And getting turned on. He had incredible dimples, which I love on a guy (not a girl). His eyes were indeed black but his skin was only moderately tan. His teeth gleamed brightly in the morning sun. He was hot and I wanted to see his cock.
“Join me.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Find me. My name is Dallas Cunningham. I’m staying nearby. I’ll make it worth your while.” I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes boring into me. And for the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t sure that I was going to get laid.