“You mean like when you wiggle and squirm, and…”
“Did I do that? Well, shit, yeah. You are pretty good at this. So, anyway, get going again, but don’t rush. Savor me. Yeah. Now do it again and push that tongue in. Get a good taste, really EAT me. Yeah, mmm. Do that for a few minutes, then you can move on up and do your thing with my clitty. Don’t just head right there, unless she tells you she wants it now. Ok, Bobcat. Get going.”
“Bobcat,” I thought? Where the hell did that come from? Because my name is Rob? I never go by Bob… I snapped out if it when she told me to get going, and I did just that, intensifying my efforts. I licked and sucked on her delicious labia and plunged my tongue inside her pussy as far as I could. She rewarded my efforts with more of her nectar and I lapped it up.
I was massaging her ass with my hands and lustily burying my face in her sopping cunt when she interrupted by telling me it was time to move higher up. I was confused, and paused, looking up at her. She laughed and said, “I see your face is soaked, even in this poor light. It looks kinda sexy. Ok, my all day licker, it’s about time to do my clit. Remember that? Finish me off, Robbie boy?”
I wasted no time latching on and sucking the whole apex of her pussy into my mouth, exploring her clit with my tongue. She pushed into me and moaned, “Oh, shit. Unggh. Um, back off a little. No, don’t. Stay…fuck. Suck me. Oh yeah…” After perhaps a minute, she pulled my head in harder, her fingers clutching my hair — I had a thick, full head of it then, and I miss a woman’s fingers wrapped in it…
“Oh fuck. You’re doin’ great. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop you clit sucker.” She went on moaning and uttering incomprehensible words, at least to me, at the time. I was nearly as enthralled as she was. Suddenly and completely unexpectedly, we heard the other crew call in that they were headed back. They never transported the patient; that happens for various reasons. Unfortunately, it meant they’d be back much sooner than anticipated.
“Shit, fuck, damn it! I guess this lesson’s about over,” Jane said with obvious disappointment. It was disappointing for me, too, “Damn, I was looking forward to having you do a little more work, but no time. And the mood is kinda blown. Cunnilingus interruptus, I guess. Shit! You were doing a fine job and gave me a nice orgasm, in case you were wondering, but I wanted more, so this is kinda unsatisfying.”
I certainly wasn’t satisfied either, but I was encouraged by her comments, and that she said he had come nicely. I did that good a job! Maybe I really was better than I thought, and had a good aptitude for eating pussy.
“I’m really glad I got to finish you off,” I said, feeling rather proud of myself.
“Oh you didn’t finish me, lover boy. I could absolutely use more from that tongue of yours. And I’ve got more I wanna teach you. But, we need to quit before they get back.”
“Maybe we can try again later? I really appreciate the tips. You, uh, taste really good, and I really enjoyed it,” I said, rather lamely. I stood up and found my shorts noticeably tented by my erect cock.
“I can see that! Yeah, we need to pick this up again sometime. Don’t know when, but I think we will,” she said in a tone that made my heart pound and my cock twitch, but just then, the garage door below us opened.
I went back to my bunk and Jane slipped her shorts back on, saying “Hey, thanks Rob. You did a very good job. Just remember, do what you like, take your time, vary things up, and, oh yeah, warm her up by kissing and nibbling elsewhere before you dive right in. I had you skip that, but normally, you shouldn’t skip that. Unless time it short and she’s already begging for it. There’s some other things you should try, which you may already know about, or not, but we can cover that when we try again, sometime. If you really want to.”
“Yeah, I sure would. And I’d like to be able to get a good look at that wonderful pussy of yours when I’m eating it.”
“You really know how to talk to a girl,” she laughed. “We’ll see…what you’ll get to see,” she added quietly as we heard the others coming up the stairs. We each pulled up our covers, and rolled over as the bunkroom door opened. Once they had settled back in their beds, we tried to see if we could get some more sleep — until the next call came in. It may have taken me over an hour, between the thoughts of Jane’s pussy and my hard on that I couldn’t really even touch without the bed squeaking. I was actually hoping for another call, but the night ended uneventfully.
In the morning, Jane took off before I could try to ask her if we could go somewhere to follow up. But we fooled around some more that summer, mostly when we were alone in the bunkroom with the other crew out on a call. I ate her several more times and made her come. Boy did she come. I had never before witnessed the kinds of orgasms Jane had. I loved it!
She did let me see her nice muff and its soft, fuzzy hair, which she trimmed, for me. She wanted to see my cock, too. She seemed pleased with the sight of it, as well as by playing with it. I liked that, too.
By the third or fourth time we fooled around, she got on top and sat on my face. It was another first for me, and I really enjoyed it, a lot; especially when she came on my face. Eventually it turned into some 69 action — my introduction to that, too. She gave damn good head, and I guess you could say we were “Suck Buddies” for a while.
Jane taught me a few other things, too, and I’ll always be grateful for what she shared with me. True to my word to her, I never told anyone about it, until now. Those are fond memories, and maybe sometime I’ll write more about them. I don’t think she’d mind… However, it’s time for the encounter that got me started recounting all this this in the first place. The events I’d recently been thinking of occurred a few years later.