Family Ties

Big too?”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips quirked with a grin. Then she reached up and touched my cheek. “This is another reason I’m dating you… you make me feel beautiful. And special.”

“That’s because you are. Both.” I kissed her and slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She lowered her arms and let it fall away. I kissed her again and reached behind her, where I unfastened the clasp on her skirt. She stiffened, so I stopped.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Just nervous.”

I nodded and slowly lowered the zipper.

“Let me down,” she said politely. “It’s easier if I’m standing.”

I stepped back and helped her to the floor. She wriggled her hips and pushed the tight skirt over them. It formed a black pool around her feet.

My eyes traveled up her legs. She was wearing stockings instead of hose, held up by a black garter belt. Her panties matched her bra, and I could just make out the darker wedge of pubic hair through the mesh and lace.

“Very nice,” I said appreciatively. “Now I know why you wouldn’t let me watch you change clothes.”

“That’s a pretty nice surprise.” I stepped back to admire her.

Her stomach was flat and firm, and her hips flared gently from her waist.

I moved close again and lifted her chin for a kiss to reassure her. Then I smiled and went to one knee. She watched me nervously but didn’t move, even when I took my time and unfastened the garter clips from her stockings.

“Still time to say no,” I said softly.

I lowered her panties. She put her hand on my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them. She looked so good in the heels and stockings that I

decided to leave them on, so I refastened the garter clips as she watched.

After a moment I slid my hand between her thighs and gently probed her nether lips. Her pubic hair was darker than the hair on her head. It was springy and soft, and it grew thicker in the middle, almost like a natural mohawk.

I spread her moisture along the cleft of her pussy. Then I eased my finger into her well-lubricated channel. She was still watching, so I pulled it out and touched it to my tongue. Her juices tasted clean and fresh, slightly tangy.

I leaned forward and kissed her bush. Then I held her hips and pressed my face into her. She gasped and leaned against the dresser, so I lifted her onto it. Her legs parted naturally and her pussy opened before me. I spread her thighs even wider and leaned in.

Her downy pubic hair tickled my cheeks, and her clit was a hard little bead under my probing tongue. She cried out softly when I flicked it and then sucked gently. I wanted to take my time and enjoy myself, but her body had other ideas. Her thighs began to quiver with pent-up desire, and the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils.

I slid my finger into her opening and circled her clit with my tongue. She gasped when I began sucking and thrusting my finger at the same time. Her breathing grew heavier, punctuated by soft gasps of pleasure.

She came with a little squeak, and the warm skin of her inner thighs clamped my face. I crooked my finger inside her and moved the tip until I felt her writhe with another spasm of pleasure. I kept going until her legs flew apart and she tried to push me away. I slowly withdrew my finger and planted soft kisses on the sensitive skin around her labia.

“Oh my gosh,” she said softly.

I stood and kissed her.

She sighed when she tasted herself on my lips, and our kiss deepened.

She wrapped her legs around me and crossed her ankles, so I picked her up and carried her to the bed. The little head threatened to revolt until I reminded him of the consequences.

Christy silently looked into my eyes as I knelt on the bed and laid her head on the pillow. She didn’t release her leg-lock, so I stretched out and rested part of my weight on her.

“So… you like being a nudist?” I asked.

“You know I do.” She kissed me again. “I like anything with you.”

Another kiss. “But… aren’t you supposed to be nude too?”

I twitched an eyebrow.

“You’re way too overdressed to introduce me to Mr. Big.”

“Fine,” I laughed, “throw my own words back at me.”

“I told you,” she said with a smile, “I’m learning.”

“Well, you’ll have to let me up if you want me to take off my clothes.”

“But… aren’t I supposed to do it?”

“Then by all means…”

She grinned and released me.

I sat up and admired her body. She squirmed a little self-consciously, especially when my eyes reached her pussy. Her legs were spread, and her sparse pubic hair couldn’t hide the soft pink of her inner lips. I ran a hand down her thigh and paused at her hip. Then I moved toward her pussy and teased her clit with my thumb.

She stiffened and gasped with pleasure. Her nipples strained toward the ceiling as she clutched the bedspread.