"The dinner's just great, Linda," Joe said when he'd finished the steak. "You're a terrific little cook."
"Thanks, honey," Linda said, putting the little glass cups of dessert out. "I like to do things for you."
She thought he was looking appreciatively at her ass as she wiggled it, strutting to the kitchen for the coffee.
After dinner, she had his paper waiting for him beside the TV set, and his favorite show was about to begin. While Joe relaxed in front of the TV, she brought her purchases in from the car and concealed them in the apartment bedroom. The long packages she simply stood on edge against the inside wall of the closet. The little package fit in the nightstand. She found room for the larger package in the dresser.
An hour later, she was back in the bedroom-while Joe was running the shower. She looked down past the hem of her black silky dress at her ankles and the way her matching high-heeled shoes made her calves look so trim.
She opened the long packages from the closet and took out the mirrors. They were about three by six feet, but they were light and easy to handle. Joe always took a long time in the shower. There was plenty of time.
Peeling the tape from four adhesive pads, she stuck the pads on the back of one mirror. Carefully holding the mirror straight, she stuck it on the wall at the side of the bed. When she tested the strength of the bond, the mirror wouldn't move.
Quickly now, she prepared three other mirrors and stuck them to each of the other walls. Then she pulled out a chair and, slipping off her shoes, stood on it, reaching for the ceiling. With her small frame, she could just barely reach up to the, plasterboard.
Finished, she climbed back down and admired her work while she slipped her shoes back on. The mirrors were all straight and clean. Quickly, she stuffed the wrapping material in the back of the closet and shut the door. She sauntered to the dresser and picked up a brush and worked on her gleaming blonde hair.
When Joe came in. he was humming an old tune but he dropped the towel and whistled as he inhaled.
"My God!" he exclaimed.
Linda looked up from the bed where she was lying and smiled and said, "Like it, honey?"
"My God!" he said again walking slowly through the room while he looked at the mirrors.
He stopped at one place where he looked back at her through two mirrors. He stared at her body for a few seconds while her heart hammered away in her small chest. She felt her heart pound faster and harder, as though it would hammer its way out of her little chest.
Then he turned to her and grinned.
"I like it!"
"I did it for you, honey. I'd have died if you hadn't liked it."
Naked, he came to the bed and sat down just beyond her feet. He ran his hand over her ankle. She turned her leg slightly so he could run his hand up as far as he wanted.
"I'd like to strip you down naked," he said.
"I'd like to have you do it."
"This time, do you mind if I get a little… well, more physical?"
"I'd love it," she said.
"When I have to turn you over, do you mind if I sort of hold your leg and… well, flip you right over?"
She couldn't stop from wiggling her hips a little at the thought.
"I'd love to have you do everything to me you like. I like it when you really handle my body."
"It's a nice little body," he said.
While she lay on her back, he held her by one ankle and ran his other hand up under her calf. stopping just under her knee. He bent her knee a little and started twisting gently.
As the pressure on her leg increased, she made herself squeal a little, as though in delight, and rolled over on her stomach. He put a knee up on the bed and put his warm hand inside the back of her dress, drawing the zipper down to her hips. She shivered with delight when his lips brushed the back of her shoulders. He came back to her leg and bent her knee and twisted her over on her back.
While she smiled up at him, he bent and kissed her lightly, took the silky material in his hands, and drew it off her shoulders and down off her arms, peeling it all the way to her waist.
A shiver of pleasure ran through her body as he took her leg and again rolled her over on her stomach. He ran an arm under her waist, raised her ass a little, and pulled the dress down her legs and off her feet.
He ran his warm hands up herstocking-clad legs and up over her panties as he pushed the slip up to her waist. Pulling her up from the bed with an arm under her waist, he worked the nylon garment up over her tits, pausing to squeeze them through the flimsy little bra.
After rolling her over on her back once more, he straddled her waist and worked the slip up over her arms and head. It whispered as it fell to the floor.
While holding her captive between his legs, he slipped his arms beneath her back and held her up a little while he felt for the hook in her bra. The material loosened and he drew it up off her arms, the cups sticking momentarily to her tits, then coming free.
His hands were gentle while he squeezed her tits, but she felt her breath catch every time his fingers pinched the nipples. Her nipples tingled and ached while he worked the soft flesh with his hands.
He released her tits and slid himself back, still straddling her body, his stiff cock lightly touching her belly as he moved. His cock traced the shape of her curves, back over her garter belt, down over her panties, down against the tops of her stockings.
He slipped his hands inside the waistband of her panties and started rolling them down over her hips, rolling them into a garment smaller than a bikini. When they were down over her blonde cunt mound, he slipped a hand under her ass, then peeled them down to her legs. She raised her legs slightly to help him slip them down over her feet and off.
She looked up at him intently while he worked with her garters, unsnapping them from her stocking tops. His eyes avoided looking at her cunt. There was nothing to do now but wait and see what happened.
The garter belt slipped down over her ass, down over her legs, and fell to the floor. The feeling was delightful as he ran his strong hands back up her legs and then stopped, toying with the tops of her stockings. The soft flesh on the inner thighs tingled in ecstasy while he gently slipped her stockings down, rolling them awkwardly down past her knees. He paused to slip her shoes off and drop them, then he stripped the stockings the rest of the way off.
She watched in the ceiling mirror while he positioned her legs, spreading them gently. She wanted to scream but she lay quietly, watching him avert his eyes form her cunt, his hands gentle on the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs.
Without a word, he worked his fingers into her cunt-lips, separating the outer lips from the inner, making her tender cunt tingle while he massaged the slit. She lay back and rocked her hips with his motions.
Then, looking up through half-closed eyes, she said, "Honey, would you do me favor?"
"Sure, Linda, Anything."
"Would you stop for just a minute and open the little package that's in the nightstand?"
He squeezed her spread thighs and slid back off the bed and went to the stand. After ripping the brown paper apart, he held up the contents: a comb, a scissors, a razor.
He looked at the contents again, then down at her cunt.
"You mean… this is for… that?"
"That's right, honey," she said. "I'd like for you to shave my cunt for me… please."
"You know, that's exactly what I've wanted to do to you for a long time."
A surge of relief went through her small body.
"Then do it. Oh, honey, do it to me now!"
She looked up at him as he got on the bed, took her knees in his hands, and spread her legs, his cock turning stiff while he worked. She looked up. In the overhead mirror, her knees were spread but her cunt was still closed..
While she watched herself in the mirrors he, spread her legs still farther apart. He bent her thighs straight out to the sides and forced them down on the bed. Her mound came higher and her cunt opened a little.
She looked at Joe. He was looking down intently into her cunt. She felt her clit start to pulse under his eyes.
"Now we're going to get you naked," he said.
"You idiot!" she exclaimed. "I am naked."
"I mean really naked."
He ran his hand down over her cunt-hair, then brushed it back gently. She felt her hips roll slightly with the movement. He reached over on the sheet and fumbled around with the implements there: comb, scissors, and razor.
He passed his fingers down on her mound, making the soft hairs stand straight out. Her skin rippled a little under his touch.
"Your cunt-hair's so fine, a razor would just mash it down. I'll have to use comb and scissors first, then the razor."
With legs spread apart and down flat on the bed, she lay under his hands, watching him work. First he combed her coot-hair so it stood straight up. Then he slipped the comb into it and used the scissors to trim it down to the thickness of the comb.
He went to the bathroom and ran water briefly. When he returned he had a steaming pan. He got soap, wash cloth, and a can of shaving cream from the dresser and then knelt again between her legs.
She watched entranced as he washed the soft skin with soap and then sponged it away with hot water. He squirted a little of the shaving cream on his fingers and worked it into the remaining hair.
The razor moved in short, gentle strokes, starting from the base of her thighs, going toward her pussy. With each stroke there was nothing but bare, pink skin left.
Finally, there was nothing left except a little cream, right around the lips of her cunt. He slipped two fingers inside her and held the tender skin folds straight while he shaved right up to the edge of her cunt. He knee-walked around on the bed and straddled her shoulders and slipped two fingers back inside her. With his body above her she couldn't see the ceiling. She looked between her tits, down past her bare mound to the mirror on the wall. In slow, smooth strokes the razor shaved right up to the left edge of her cunt.
All the way from her mound to her asshole, there was nothing but pale-pink skin. He took the moist side of the wash cloth, dipped it in hot water, and wiped away all traces of cream and then took the other side and patted her tender flesh dry.
"Now that's what I call really naked," he said as he passed his fingers lightly over her mound.
"Now I have no secrets," she said, smiling. "Do you like it?" He smiled while he squeezed the soft flesh together between his hands.
"Like it? I love it."
"It's all there for you."
He smiled while he drew his hands back and just looked into the small slit of her pussy-lips, his expression longing.
She arched her back and reached back under the bed for the little jar of body powder. She opened it, rubbed the powder puff in it briefly, and passed the puff lightly over her tits.
"Help me put this on," she said. "I'll smell nice for you."
Joe took the powder puff from her and passed it over her skin, following with his other hand, rubbing it in. She looked up at the mirror while she followed his movements. The skin on her tits trembled under his touch.
He rubbed the sweet-smelling powder into her tits, her chest, her belly. He stopped, rubbed at her little mound, just above her cunt.
Disappointed, she watched him move down to her feet and rub the powder on her, starting up her legs. He paused at the soft skin on the insides of her thighs and rubbed longer and harder. The tingling flesh came alive, again trembling under his touch.
His rubbing grew harder as he reached the tops of her thighs. He paused and looked down at her cunt, then spread her legs wide apart. The powder puff tickled as it swept up the sides of her cunt, his hands hot as he massaged the tender skin.
When she looked down at his cock it was rock hard and quivering with a drop of pre-cum starting to drip off. She would have to cool him off a little to help him last.
"Why don't you open the package I put in the top dresser drawer?" she asked.
"Okay," he said, getting up. "What's in it?"
"My wardrobe."
"Wardrobe!"
He tore the package open and spilled the contents out on the bed. There were a pair of red high-heeled shoes, a pair of arm-length open-mesh gloves with holes for the fingers, a pair of black open-mesh stockings, and a pair of red garters, the little kind that encircle the legs.
"You undressed me," she said, "so it's only fair that you dress me again."
While she lay there on her back, he took one glove and rolled the sleeve down near the end, slipped it over her hand with her fingers protruding and rolled it up on her arm. Then he did the same with the other one. He rolled one stocking down to its ankle and slipped it on her foot and then slowly rolled it up her calf, over the knee, and up her thigh. It stopped just four inches short of her crotch. When he'd put her other stocking on her, he slipped the little garters on near the tops of the stockings and snapped them around. The red shoes, when he'd slipped them on her feet, made a nice color contrast with her pale pink skin and the black stockings.
"There's just one thing else," she said, fumbling with the wrapping on the bed beside her. "The last part of my ensemble."
She held up two pendulous gold earrings.
She asked, "Can you put them on me??
“I'll try."
She leaned her head against his side, letting her long hair spill over his cock, glancing at his discomfiture through the corners of her eyes while he struggled with the tiny fasteners. When she moved her head a little, he put his arm against her cheek, holding her head captive against his belly. It was a nice feeling to be held against him, being handled by him while his hard cock pushed against her neck.
Finally, he closed the last fastener and said, "There, it's done and they look great on you."
She sat up and looked in the mirror, admiring how the gold gleamed through her hair.
She said, "Mind if I walk around the room a little and show myself off in the mirrors?"
"I'd like to watch," he said.
She sat up and then stood, swaying for a moment to get her balance on heels that were higher than she was used to. She walked slowly toward a mirror while she watched herself. Her hips swayed as she moved and her tiny waist bent from side to side. Her tits didn't flop up and down from the movement, instead they swayed from side to side. For the first time she noticed that her asscheeks didn't flop when she walked; the flesh was firm. She turned and strutted back toward the other mirror.
The high-heeled shoes tipped her ankles and made her calves taper nicely. The gloves and the stockings framed the voluptuous curves of her body: the swell of her tits, the hollow of her slim waist, the flare of her hips, the swollen pink pubic mound. As she moved in slow steps, her shaved cunt-lips slipped back and forth past each other, each fold just barely moving across the other. She stopped in front of the mirror and looked closer. Her pussy was moist and quivered slightly. The sight of the movement made her cunt ache with longing.
"I like myself," she told Joe. "I like myself and the way you made me look."
"I like you too," Joe said.
A drop fell from her cunt and then the lips twitched by themselves. They twitched again and again while she watched. They seemed to pulse inward, as though drawing something inside. She stepped back and the wet lips slipped past each other, aching as they moved.
She spread her feet apart in front of the mirror and arched her back as she bent backward, still keeping her balance, the way she used to start a back flip. Her arms went up over her head and arched behind her as she bent herself backwards into a horseshoe and held her palms down on the floor.
When she looked at the ceiling mirror above her, her naked cunt was swollen but the pink lips were closed. While she watched, the lips shuddered, then winked open then closed, winked open then closed. The aching inside her increased.
Joe said, "I never knew you were that flexible."
She found it hard to breath and talk in that position, but this was the first time he seemed this interested in her. She had to keep his attention.
"I took gymnastics back when I was in junior high," she said. "That was ten years ago but I never lost the flexibility."
"You're terrific," he said. "All of you." She smiled at the mirror and at him. "I'm glad you like me."
She lowered her arched back to the floor, rolled over, and got up. Strutting over to the bed, she sat with her legs curled under her and looked frankly at Joe.
He sat up and squeezed her shoulders and kissed her. When he drew back and looked at her, there was open adoration in his eyes, a look she had never seen in him before.
"You got me so hot. We'd better get started before I come outside you," he said.
She lay back and turned a little on the bed so her cunt was facing him when she spread her legs. He rose on his knees and reached out and worked his fingers past her outer cunt-lips, down through the tender, hot inner flesh. She felt tingling excitement while he gently massaged her cunt-lips, rubbing his fingers from the back of her cunt, all the way forward to where the inner lips met. Her hips made a gentle rocking motion as she undulated against his fingers.
She asked, "How do you want to give it to me?"
"I want to do it so I can see you," he said. "We never tried other ways before. How about me on my back with you on your back, lying on me?"
"I think I'd like it that way. I want to watch too."
She waited until he was lying on his back, legs together. Then she slid around on the bed until she was on her side with her ass up against him. She let him slide his arm under her hip and roll her up so she was lying on her back on top of him. While she scooted into position on him, she longed to relieve the aching in her cunt.
Finally, she found her position and looked up at the mirror. The image looking back from the ceiling was of a little blonde-haired blue-eyed girl with a bare cunt but with a woman's tits, a woman's flaring hips, wearing cute gloves and stockings and high heels, lying on a big strong man.
"Now I'll just let you make the movements," Joe said. His cock was rock-hard, lying in the crack of her ass. She squirmed up on his body and felt his prick pushing at her cunt.
She took his cock in her hand and guided the hot cock-head up and down over her closed cunt-lips. Her slit remained closed, so she brought her knees straight out. Her pussy opened slightly.
Once again, with his hot prick in her hand, she guided the head up and down over the lips. As it pushed its way in, her cunt swelled out around it. She gasped quietly at the brief pain as his cock-head pushed her cunt-lips open, then the pain went away. The aching inside her increased.
She guided his cock a little farther in and then stopped, with his prick halfway inside. She could feel her swollen pussy pulse around the hot cock. With each aching contraction it seemed to pull his cock a little farther inside.
Linda rolled her ass down and heard herself whimper when his cock-head touched her clit. With her ass on Joe's belly, she rocked her hips gently. At each stroke, his cock brushed the nub of her clit. She gasped each time it touched.
She took his cock roughly and forced it back farther and rocked her hips down fully. His prick sank all the way in her cunt. She rocked her hips fully and watched the big cock slide in and out of her cunt.
She would slowly roil her hips up and watch it slide out, then she'd roll back down and watch it force her lips out as it filled her.
Joe's hands held her tits, kneading the firm flesh and. pinching the brown nipples. His.movements made an ache of desire that started in her tits and then spread down through her belly and into her twat.
"Honey," she said, "reach in my cunt and work on the clit."
"Okay," he said. "Let me set the pace so I don't come too soon."
While she watched, he reached down over her bare mound and slipped a finger in her pussy, just above his cock, stretching the coot-flesh in the process. She held her hips down so his prick would stay in its nest. He pushed his finger past the skin-folds and into her cunt. The fingertip found the nub and she jerked and gasped. His cock almost came out with the movement.
"Try to stay still," he said, "and I'll pump into you.?
"I'll try," she said, "but I can't help wiggling some."
She watched entranced as his finger slid in again. Her clit burned at his touch and her hips jerked a little. His cock jerked out, momentarily dislodged, then it thrust back in.
He picked up the pace with his finger, faster and faster, while he stroked her slowly with his cock. As he went even faster, her hips gyrated wildly in short, jerky motions. A whimpering whine came from her throat every time he touched her clit.
While her hips bounced with each touch, she turned her head. His mouth was waiting. When he thrust his tongue in her mouth, her lips closed on it and sucked hard. He tried to withdraw his tongue, but she wouldn't let it go. She drew it harder and harder into her mouth. Then he helped her and thrust it deeper and deeper until it touched her throat. She took it hungrily as it tingled against the sensitive sides of her throat.
His finger was driving her mad, but she couldn't cry out while holding his tongue. Her clit turned hotter and hotter as his finger worked faster. He started driving his cock in her faster as well.
Then she saw a blinding white light as she came. He stroked into her faster and harder and then he shot off as well, his hot jism shooting deep inside her.
While she turned her head and watched in the mirror, her hips kept jerking and rocking, but slower and slower. His cock pumped slower as well.
All motion ceased. She turned again and offered her lips. He kissed her gently. His free hand lightly caressed her tit.
He took his finger from her cunt and his limp cock slid out as well. His hands were strong but gentle when they held her hips and lifted her off, setting her on the bed beside him. She lay back against him and nestled her head on his shoulder and turned and kissed his neck.
She reached down and held his limp cock, working it in her fingers.
"If I can get your cock hard again, are you ready to do it to me again?"
"I'll do it to you as many times as you can help me get it up," he said.
She slid a little away from him on the bed and then spun on her back as she spread her thighs. She relaxed her hips and watched her knees slowly settle down, her thighs out flat on the bed.
"Pull me up to you, honey," she said.
Joe knelt and grasped her hips and slowly pulled her on the sheet toward his shriveled cock. As she drew closer, she reached down and spread her cuntlips. She ran her fingers past the inner lips and held them open as he drew her and her coot onto the head of his cock.
She ran her fingers into her cunt and felt the tender lips, drawn tight over his shriveled cock. While she watched, he drew his prick out until half the shrunken cock-head was exposed. She pulled her pussy open again and nudged her cunt back up over the head.
"Honey, hold my outer coot-lips open for me," she said.
Joe's fingers were delightful as they folded her hairless outer lips open and exposed the pink tender inner cunt-flesh, still clamped tight around his cock. While he held her open, he gently ran his fingers over the quivering hot flesh, making a tingling shiver run through her hips…
While she watched entranced, her pussy started to pulse like a heart beat. The hot, tender inner lips pulsed and relaxed on the limp cock-head. With each pulse they pulled it inside. Before they could pulse again, she rocked her hips back, drawing his cock back where it had been.
Her quivering cunt-lips rubbed his cock-head and it started to grow. The limp cock-shaft grew as well, bigger and longer. While she watched, his cock slowly grew as long and as hard as it had been before, the head still thrust halfway through her pussy-lips.
"I think you're ready," she said. "Now how would you like to do it?"
"How about a straight fuck?"
"We'll do a straight fuck, but first you'll have to help me. Otherwise, I can't come the same time you do. Reach up in the front of my cunt and work on the clit. I'll just keep your hard-on alive while you do it."
While she looked up in the mirror, he slipped his finger over the shaft of his cock and into her bare cunt. His finger sent tingling tremors through her pussy as it drove forward, just inside her cunt-lips. She tensed her hips in anticipation as his fingertips approached.
"Oooh!" she screamed and her hips lunged up.
When the white-hot pain subsided and her eyesight returned, she was settled back on the bed, his cock still in her cunt.
"Linda, you okay?" His voice was concerned.
"I'm fine," she said. "Do it again."
Her hips heaved up with each touch, and it was just as he touched that her vision dimmed. She had never reacted this way before. It must be that their playing around had really gotten her aroused, or Joe had one hell of a finger.
She found her breath coming with a whimper each time he touched her clit. Her cunt was turning hotter than ever before. If he continued, she would come without him. That wouldn't do. She grabbed his hand.
"I'm ready now," she said. "Let's do it."
Already in position, Joe started thrusting slowly into her cunt. She smoothly rolled her hips up so her naked cunt-mound nudged against his hairy groin. It tingled nicely as his big cock drove down deep inside her.
When he started to withdraw, she shoved her hips up, following him up off the bed. She stopped when her ass was well off the sheet and then held still while he slipped his cock farther back, poised for the next drive.
He slowly thrust down into her while she undulated her hips up to meet him in midair. When they withdrew from each other she swung her hips back down with a wave motion. She whined briefly each time his cock thrust in, making a stab of heat flash through her cunt.
They nudged gently against each other, then swung slowly apart, their only bond being his hard cock, ringed tightly by her hot cunt. Whenever her hips rocked down, she felt his cock-head approach the edge of her cunt-lips. She would stop just before it withdrew and then undulate back up to meet his groin.
Joe picked up the pace and she matched him in kind, her ass never dropping to the bed. Her whine changed to a choking whimper, a sound that broke each time they met.
They slapped together when they met, and she drove back harder, matching his powerful thrusts. They moved together, faster and faster, harder and harder while his cock made hot pulses run through her cunt.
She slammed back with all her strength when he smashed his groin down against her, the hot aching now spread through her hips. His smashing strokes slowed as he clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, hammering down on her cunt so hard that it jarred all the way back through her small body.
Then she felt the aching heat burst within her as her cunt-juices flooded over his hard-driving cock. She held her coot up in place for him as he continued to pound deep into her, his breath coming in short gasps:
Then he slammed into her and quivered in place while his jism spurted hot and deep into her cunt.
When he stopped quivering and spurting into her, he reached out and grasped her by the soft flesh of her hips, and he slipped his thighs forward under her ass. She rested against him while she leaned back and closed her eyes and enjoyed the burn of his hot jism flooding through her cunt.
His cock slipped out and hung, limp as a string. He spread his thighs and let her ass down to the bed while she kept her legs spread wide open. He reached down into her inner coot-lips and worked his fingers gently on her hot, throbbing flesh, rubbing the length of her cunt.
She lay back and looked up into his face. It was nice to just look up at him and rock her hips gently while he manipulated her tender cunt, rocking and rubbing, rocking and rubbing. After a time, her hips became less demanding. They slowed and stopped. So did his fingers. He took her thighs in his hands and closed her legs.
They lay together, her gloved arm over his shoulder, her softening tits pushed against his chest, her tired, shaved cunt pushed against his hairy groin, her stockinged legs pressed against his hairy thighs. Their breathing gradually slowed together. He kissed her.
"Did I satisfy you, Linda?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"