June 2021 (continued)

A Smooth Moves Encounter (continued)

Did you ever discover that something so simple can turn out to be such a huge turn-on in bed? Well, just wait 'til you read what happened between office mates Janet and Michael. -- The Editors

Janet and I were sort of doing this dance around each other at the office, endlessly flirting, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before we got together outside of work (and I don't mean lunch). Finally, the opportunity came and I asked her to dinner. I was going to take her to a nice restaurant, but before I could share my plan, she responded with, "Your place or mine?"

Since she was nice enough to ask, I answered, "Your place," and we arranged for me to show up at 7:30 on Friday.

We did the whole thing. I brought wine; she prepared an elegant meal, and we ate against a background of soft light and even softer music.

After dinner we did the dishes and settled on the sofa. Janet is in her late twenties, bright and quick. She's attractive, trim, and nicely shaped. There was already a warm feeling between us as I put my arm around her. She made some soft sounds and pressed into my shoulder. Sensing that this was an invitation to continue, I put my hand on her thigh and kissed her. As our lips remained glued together, my hand slipped up her thigh. Her leg felt warm and inviting. Up higher went my hand and all of a sudden I realized she wasn't wearing any panties.

Janet sensed my surprise. "I never wear them at home," she said casually, taking her lips from mine. "Too confining. I like to feel the air circulating." Without missing a beat, she pressed her lips back against mine and pulled me onto her as she reclined on the sofa. We got into an awkward tangle of groping, pulling clothes off and trying to avoid falling onto the floor. She got my shirt off and I got the top of her dress open, releasing her breasts. They were small, shapely, with hard pink nipples. I kissed each of them approvingly. Then she pushed my head downward.

I pressed my face into her firm belly as my hand worked up her dress. I sat up so I could push it to her waist. She raised her hips to help. Her dress slipped up easily and I leaned forward to bury my face in her pussy. Suddenly I saw that not only was she not wearing any panties, she also had absolutely no hair between her legs.

She smiled at my reaction. "You like it?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, hesitantly, somewhat surprised at how up-front she was about it all.

"Then show me," she said, and put her hand on my head to coax it down between her legs.

I didn't need any more urging. She pulled her legs back and open and I descended into her crotch. She gave off a scent of citrus perfume mixed with her own sweetness. My hand cupped her behind to lift her slightly as my tongue drank her in.

I moved back and forth, then found the bud of her clit. Pressing on it with my tongue, I felt it grow harder. Janet lay back and made sexy sounds, then her body began to stiffen. She climaxed, squeezing my head between her legs.

"That's really great how you've shaved down there," I remarked, trying to make conversation (and wondering if I sounded like an idiot). "It's not scratchy. It's so smooth. I would think shaving would leave stubble?"

"Oh, I don't shave," she replied. "I use wax. My hair down there is already very thin and wispy, so I just wax it -- you know, like some women wax their legs. It takes it all off. Isn't it great?"

"Well, yes, I replied. "It's a unique sensation. I've never been with a woman with a shaved -- waxed -- pussy. I think it's nice. Can I take a better look?"

Janet stood up and, raising her arms over her head, slowly pirouetted. She was obviously proud of her body, and deservedly so. Her breasts were small and perfect. Her arms pulled them high and her nipples pointed upward. Her waist tapered in and was strong, curving out to her thighs. Her booty was gently rounded and her legs were very sexy.

But the most striking thing about her was the lack of hair between her legs. Her pubic mound rose at the base of her belly and then folded in between her legs. The total effect of her smooth, light skin was like that of a statue. She was beautiful and my randy rod knew it as it began again to stiffen.

"Oh," she said as she sat down again next to me, "I see we need some attention here. Let's go into the bedroom and get more comfortable."

Janet threw herself on her double bed and then went through a series of yoga-like positions to show off her smooth non-bush. She started by holding her legs together with her arms under her knees, pulling them back. The result was that her smooth vadge peeked out between her thighs. I bent down and kissed it. Then she got on her hands and knees and reached back with her hands to spread her ass cheeks wide open. Up close I could see that she didn't have a single hair anywhere around there. Everything between her legs was smooth and glistening from a light coat of perspiration. Her butthole was as pretty as her pussy, with light pink skin folding inward. I couldn't resist bending forward and rimming her.

"Ooooh! That feels great," she moaned. "Do that some more."

Holding her ass cheeks firmly with my hands, I plunged my tongue deep into her ass. It parted to receive me. Bobbing my head back and forth, I probed her in the ass with my tongue. She reached a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit as I tongue-banged her, and she quickly came again.

She then rolled onto her back and spread her legs open wide as she tilted her butt off the bed. Everything she had was staring up at me invitingly.

"Your choice, Stud," she said. "You can take me any way you want!"

"I'll take your pussy," I said.

"I'm glad," she replied. "I like it better there."

By now I was rock hard and ready for relief. I knelt between her legs and leaned forward. My tool dropped into her. I didn't have to part her lips with my fingers. The entry was smooth and silky. Looking down I saw my dick disappearing into the folds of her lips. It was incredible! I had never seen anything like it before. I could actually see it going into her instead of disappearing into a bush of hair. It was an unexpected turn-on, and I began moving rhythmically in and out of her, watching her lips like a mouth reaching out to follow on the outstroke and folding in with the instroke.

She put her arms around me and pulled me tight against her breasts. I could no longer watch myself going in and out, but I could still feel the unique smoothness following my motions.

Our rhythms came into harmony as she began lifting her bottom in response to my thrusts so that we were slapping together with each stroke.

She was strong and athletic, and she bucked as hard as I did. My thighs pounded hers and I could feel my balls swinging wildly and banging against her butt. The slapping of our screwing got louder and louder and she started crying out, "Do me! Do me! Oh! Do me harder!"

I don't know how I avoided coming right there, but I managed to hang on for a few more minutes as we pounded away. Then, with a grunt, I began to cut loose, and she followed.

"Oh! I'm coming," she screamed. Then I came too, shooting into the smoothness between her legs.

-- Michael K.