Over the years I've gotten my fair share of pussy, but none of it was anything
really special -- just a bunch of good, enthusiastic fucking. Maybe I was just
unlucky or something, but the girls I managed to get to bed with were not really
into the kind of free-form sex I would have liked. Money and power, maybe... but
not true sex aficionados. Anyway, I was transferred to my advertising agency's
corporate offices in Los Angeles last summer. Rental rates for apartments were
out of sight, but I finally located a medium-sized place I could afford and
settled in. It was in one of those sprawling "swinging singles"-type places. You
know the kind: A tiny little pool no one much uses and a laundry room the size
of a high school gymnasium. The pool was frequently ornamented by some fantastic
bodies crammed into tiny bikinis, but I had yet to score on any of those women.
It was the height of summer in the city... hot and hazy. Since I didn't really
know anyone there yet, I just got into the habit of holing up inside my air
conditioned apartment with the VCR every night. My butt remained parked on the
couch, which folded out into my bed, and I became a real couch potato. The only
sex I was getting was when I punched a fuck video into my machine and beat off.
Then she entered my life -- very abruptly. I had just folded out the narrow bed
and popped a weird porno flick into the VCR... something called "Rollersluts."
It was about one in the morning on a Friday night and I was just getting into
the kinkiness of a bunch of naked people fucking on roller skates. I was up
late, even for me... and I was really engrossed watching a long dildo sticking
out of one of the prettiest ass holes I've ever seen, on a girl sucking one of
the largest cocks I've ever seen, when I heard a heavy thumping sound at my
front door. The thumping turned into hard pounding. Whoever it was wasn't likely
to go away. And there I was, stark naked with a huge boner. I slipped on a pair
of underpants, grabbed a college golfing trophy from the mantle for defense, and
cautiously opened the door. Something barged through, trailing a strong wave of
perfume. I stood back and watched the visitor, a tall beautiful girl who'd just
had too much heavy partying. She pushed past me and made a bee-line for the
couch bed and flopped down all sprawled out. She lay there silently, her legs
splayed out widely, one leg dangling off the edge of the bed. I heard her mumble
something about "fucking keys..." and then she passed out. I walked over to the
bed and stood looking down at her. Her body was bathed in the soft flickering
light of the TV screen, but even in that light I could see that she was a real
knockout. I turned the table lamp on to get a better look and discovered that
she wore her very dark black hair in a short pageboy cut. Her tight cotton
pull-over top clung tightly to her large breasts and her hips were just full
enough to be exciting, but not carrying an ounce of fat. And her thighs and legs
were fantastic! She was hearing a micro-miniskirt which draped softly over her
belly and upper thighs, and it had ridden up far enough to just barely cover her
pussy. Now, I may or may not be a pervert... but the temptation was just too
much. I squatted down beside the bed and peered up under the skirt hem. I peered
between her widely parted thigh tops... and squinted, not quite believing what I
was seeing. At first I just saw a smooth silky surface with a crease down the
center and made the obvious assumption that she was wearing a pair of tan
panties. But then I looked closer, and suddenly realized that what I was staring
at was her naked, hairless pussy! She wasn't wearing panties. I looked again,
lifting the edge of her skirt just a bit and saw that her deep slit was sort of
gaping partly open -- but what was really astonishing to me was the fact that
her entire cunt area was bare! Shaved and hairless... The light from the TV
screen made that cunt almost seem to glow. I lowered my face closer, my temples
pulsating. It was as though I had leaned over to sniff a flower. I again smelled
the heavy scent of perfume... and something else. My nostrils flared. I could
smell her musk now, her vagina. My hard-on was now steel-hard, heavy, a really
huge thing trying to escape from my underpants. Thank goodness the girl was
oblivious to everything as she lay there in never-never land. What was I to do?
She had the only bed, so I did the next best thing I could. I took some blankets
from the closet and made a bed on the floor. I punched the VCR off. Just the
presence of this astounding girl in my apartment was far more erotically
exciting than any porn flick. It's embarrassing to admit, but I beat my meat as
I lay on the hard floor. I didn't sleep too well, since the floor wasn't very
comfortable.... but when I finally did drop off I experienced the most intense
wet dream I have ever had. In the morning I woke up to find the girl gone. No
girl, no nothing. But I could still smell that perfume of hers so I knew that it
couldn't have been a dream. As was my habit, I did my laundry Saturday morning.
I was walking back to my apartment, lugging my clothes basket and thinking about
the previous night, when I found this note taped to my front door. It read:
"Dear Nice Neighbor in #205, sorry about last night. Thanks for the bed. Dinner
tonight? My place. Seven-ish. Bring white wine. Love, Cassandra, #305." So
*that* was what had happened: This girl, in her wasted state, had failed to
climb one more flight of stairs and had mistaken my apartment for hers. I
sniffed the letter. There was that perfume again, or whatever it was. It was a
deliciously nasty thought, but I fantasized that she had rubbed her pretty cunt
against the note before taping it to my door. And already she was using a word
like "love" with me. "Love, Cassandra," the note said, not "sincerely," not
"warmest personal regards." My head spun. As a result of one chance encounter I
had met the girl of my dreams. No more porn videos this Saturday night...
because I intended to be wining, dining and with any luck at all, fucking! Late
that afternoon I got my hair trimmed and bought a couple of bottles of good
white wine at the liquor store. When I got home I shaved, showered and applied
too much cologne to my body -- even splashing a few drops on my cock. My third
leg was already partially erect and throbbing in anticipation. Promptly at
seven, I knocked on the door to #305. She greeted me with a broad, bright smile,
flashing a pair of penetrating brown eyes at me. She showed me in and we
introduced ourselves. "Cassandra Pleshette," she said. "Gary Hanson," I
responded, trying to make my stare at her body a little less obvious. She was
wearing a short frilly pink dress that barely reached mid-thigh. A doll's dress,
it looked like. Then there were those fantastic legs of hers, long and sensual
in black hose. "What do you do, Gary?" she asked. "I'm in advertising. An
account executive." She beamed. I'm in advertising, too. Well, sort of. I'm a
lingerie model. Here, let me show you." She handed me a beautiful-looking glossy
catalog from one of the Hollywood lingerie stores with the high prices. I was
probably blushing as I opened the pages. Looking at them with her standing there
beside me, I was sort of embarrassed. It was filled with photos of beautiful
young women wearing all kinds of wild underwear and accessories. "I'm on page
58," Cassandra called out over her shoulder as she stepped back into the
kitchen. I flipped to the page... and there she was wearing some crotchless hose
and a push-up bra with the nipples cut out. I just gasped, and felt my cock
stiffening again. She returned, giggling, and showed me to the dining room. I
sat down and sipped the white wine while I watched her whip up dinner in her
Chinese wok. Back then it was pretty unusual to see someone cooking with a wok.
Anyhow she cooked while I leafed through the catalog some more, but I finally
had to put it down because I was just plain getting too worked up. Hell, we
still had to get through an entire dinner plus all that soul-searching
after-dinner conversation phase before I'd even get a chance to make a move on
that gorgeous body of hers. "You sure were a lifesaver last night," she told me
as she added ingredients to the mixture in the wok. "Glad I could help," I
replied in my best man-of-the-world voice. "This party I went to was a real
bummer. No interesting men. If I'd known that an nice-looking guy like you was
just a few feet away, in the apartment just below me, I would have stayed home."
I felt myself blushing again. Cassandra put a lid on the wok and very suddenly
stepped over to me at the dining room table. I pivoted my chair to face her, and
before I could react she had plopped down on my lap and was sitting hard against
my growing erection. I was speechless for a moment. "Well," she said with a
grin, "what do you think?" "Think?" I said awkwardly. With that she bunched her
short skirt up and pulled it above her waist. My eyes nearly popped out of their
sockets. She was wearing the same pair of crotchless hose that I'd seen in the
catalog! She spread her legs and my eyes devoured the details of her pussy as
she revealed them -- the thick, fleshy, pink outer lips, the broad, softer,
inner lips, and the thick puffiness of her prepuce. "I wasn't entirely out of it
last night when I saw you looking at my pussy. Do you think its pretty?" I
cleared my throat, licking my lips. "Yes,... yes, its a fabulously pretty
pussy," I finally managed to stammer. My cock was stiffened and erected to its
full towering height (at least a foot tonight) under her ass and my balls were
aching. Cassandra reached down and spread her inner lips with her fingertips,
performing a sort of gynecological show-and-tell for me. She pulled back the
hood of her prepuce and I could see the shiny knob of her clit at the head of
that wet slit. "I shave it because in the kind of modeling I do, pubic hair can
be a real nuisance." "Sure," I couldn't believe that this was happening to me.
This was far better than the best porn flick I'd ever experienced. "Well?" she
said, slipping a finger into her deep cunt cleft. "Well what?" She leaned close
and whispered into my ear, "the food has to simmer for a while. Do you want to
fuck?" "I can't tell you how glad I am you offered," I answered, "ever since I
got here my cock has been trying to convince me to pounce on you." Laughing she
rose from the chair and squatted before me. Unzipping my fly she released my
stiff erection. I'm built pretty well, long enough and pretty thick, and she
grabbed that ball bat like a handle, pulling me to my feet and leading me to the
bedroom. Lingerie models must make more than account execs, I thought to myself,
because she could afford a one-bedroom apartment. I stripped my clothes off
quickly, watching as Cassandra pulled that pink dress off over her head. She
wasn't wearing a bra and her full tits swayed very enticingly. She left the
crotchless hose on as she walked to the bed and lay down. "We've got about
thirty minutes before dinner's ready," she said, spreading those fantastic legs
and exposing her deep hairless cunt gash. I didn't need any more inviting as I
moved between those legs. She had a water bed and we were soon rolling and
swaying about on the soft surface. I sucked at those beautiful tits, tongued her
hard pink nipples. First the left breast, then the right one. I sucked them into
my mouth as much as possible, swallowing as much of their voluptuous flesh as I
could. But it was Cassandra's cunt that really captured my attention. I drew her
long legs apart, opening her wide, and buried my mouth in her warm moist slit,
tasting that fine perfume of hers. I rimmed the cunt lips with my tongue,
nibbled at her erect clit, and then wriggled my tongue deeply inside her small
vaginal opening. She began to moan and I could feel her cunt muscles clench
around my tongue. I know many women -- and some men, too -- think a vagina is a
rather ugly organ, especially in its shaven state, but not me. It was the most
arousing sight I'd ever seen. I couldn't get enough of it! I thrust my tongue
inside her hole, then one finger, then a pair of fingers while I rubbed her anus
with my thumb. She was dribbling wetness and I lapped it up as fast as I could.
Then it was time for some oral action for me. Cassandra rolled over and snared
my penis in her mouth. Her head bobbed frantically as she performed an
enlightened fellatio on me. I had had some very nice blow jobs before, but never
one delivered with such enthusiasm! I didn't want to come in her mouth -- I
wanted to feel my semen squirting inside that hairless box. I pulled her free
and eased her over on her back. I pressed her knees back till they touched her
tits, flattening them against her chest. Her naked ass was thrust up and her
hairless slit was spread widely open before my eyes. I positioned myself above
her, bringing my heavy cock down into the open crack. My glans slid back and
forth rimming her pussy lips, teasing her clit. "Fuck me!" she cried, reaching
between her legs for my cock, "Now!" I shoved forward, her cunt lips spreading
to receive me. My cock was very large relative to her tight hole, but it dilated
to accept my thickness. I bottomed against her hard cervix, withdrew nearly
completely, and began pistoning in and out, feeling the tightness of her tender
trap clutching at me. We were both panting and sweating as I stroked deeply at
first, then shallower, then in as deep as possible again. I bit my lower lip,
clenched my teeth, fighting the urge to ejaculate. I thought about my job, about
paying my taxes, anything to keep my mind off the fact that I was fucking into
the most gorgeous piece of ass I had ever seen. I couldn't hold out for long.
Cassandra gave me one more incredible cunt squeeze and I exploded, spraying my
steamy semen into her convulsing snatch. She was crying out now, making noises
of female passion that I had never heard before. Her climax was as least as
shattering as mine! We remained lying there for a while, my cock still deep
inside her hole, neither of us wanting me to leave that snug harbor. Then,
miraculously, I got hard again... or maybe I never really got soft, I was so
aroused. Anyway, we were both ready to fuck some more. She got up on her hands
and knees, presenting her slick ass to me. Her cunt was all slippery and sloppy
now with the mess of semen I had slopped in there. I thrust into her again and
with each new piston fuck- stroke, some of my old semen dribbled out of her to
run down her legs. Ten or fifteen minutes later she had come twice more and I
finally climaxed inside her again. We finally did get around to some dinner and
wine... and then we went at it again, this time with Cassandra riding me. In
that position, I could see every detail of my cock shaft splitting her nude
pussy. After another couple hours of lovemaking, I finally fell asleep. I woke
up happy and after showering, we went out to breakfast. Afterwards, we returned
to her apartment and spent most of the day in bed. In many ways, that was the
best summer of my life. I never felt so sexually satisfied before or after. I
just went with the moment. Cassandra was a free spirit and I knew that I'd never
be able to keep her for the long run. Dreams of marriage were out. For all I
knew, I was just one of many guys she was fucking... but I felt damn lucky to be
one of them. That fall she left for a foreign modeling assignment. I drove her
to the airport and said good-bye to her in the jet way. We talked about seeing
each other again somewhere soon... but we both knew that it would never happen.
It was just one of the magical, marvelous things. I'm married now -- happily, I
think -- but as I said, I think of Cassandra a lot. Last night I finally talked
my wife into shaving her thick, brown cunt fur... but I'll never tell her why I
asked for this favor.
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