Adventures Of Pinkie
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This is a work of fiction based on a fantasy I developed over some abandoned pictures here on XH. It is a shame to have such wonderful pictures of a beautiful young woman and left in a long since forgotten gallery. I hope you enjoy.
“Please call me Pinkie,” the young woman said to me as I stood at the open door to her apartment. “My parents named me Polly but schoolmates teased me with “Polly wants a cracker, you know the parrots that are named Polly.”
Leaning on one elbow and showing me her generous cleavage, she was dressed in lounge or sleep attire. It was difficult for me not to imagine her lying on her back with me between her legs stripping off her clothing Her dark hair cascaded across her shoulders and although her posture and attire said she had been sleeping the fact that she was wearing full make-up seemed out of place but so seductive.
This young woman had responded to my knock on her door with “come in please,” and as I opened her door she did not move from her lounging position. At my first look at her my cock responded as if I was a young college student even though she was young enough to be my daughter. “Hell I am old enough that she could be my granddaughter,” I thought as I hid my hardening cock behind my official US Census takers clip board.
I had taken a part time job as a census taker more for the chance to meet people and get out of the house. I have been retired 10 years and boredom had everything to do with seeking this job. It is strange that we look forward to retirement like it is some reward and then we find out that the human mind demands a connection or purpose beyond just waking up and trying to decide what to do with our time.
After a short training session I was sent out to follow up on those that either didn’t complete the multiple requests for information or that had in some way left details that seemed out of place. I was also training and assigned to do more in depth interviews to gather data needed for a complete census.
Over the last weeks I had met some interesting people that I would not have met in my previous career as a salesman or in my retired life. Today I was assigned a residence hall as it was called on the log sheet. The structure was fairly old but well kept. I found out when I made my first stop that this was a private facility that catered to post graduate college students.
As I worked my way along the first floor I noticed that all the units were the same. I would describe them as an efficiency apartment with one large room with a bed, desk, and small kitchenette. And there was a separate private bathroom in each room. There was a range in ages among those in the facility but for the most part they were in their mid-twenties to early thirties. The students ranged from those seeking a master’s degree and others in PHD studies. Up until I stopped at room number 34D I had met guys and in most cases their rooms were a pit and I was only too happy to get their data and move on.
Now as I stood in this doorway staring at this pretty young woman I tried to decide if the numbers and letters on her door was her room number or bust size as she looked every part of a D cup. “I can come back later,” I said as my eyes were riveted to her stunning display of cleavage and a desire to step in the room and crawl into bed with her. I have never been known as an aggressive lover but this young woman had lit a fire in my cock that burned hot and I needed relief in the worst way.
“Oh gosh no,” Pinkie said, “Please come in and take a seat. I am so sorry I didn’t complete my census form.”
There was but a single chair in the room that in some ways looked like a motel unit with its arrangement and furnishings. But it was tidy and well kept and above all it didn’t stink of dirty clothes and cooking odors that lingered from some thrown together meal. In fact there was this light floral scent that I associated with body wash or bubble bath. Pinkie had not moved from her lounging position as I seated myself carefully hiding my erection with my clip board.
I began my official little speech about the US Census and how important it was when Pinkie interrupted, “What is your first name?”
“Well uh, Larry,” I said pointing to my ID card pinned to my shirt. It displayed my first and last name in bold letters along with ID number and the official government information.
“It is so nice to meet you Larry, is this a full time job for you?” She asked as she twisted a lock of her hair that had cascaded down her shoulder when she leaned a bit forward to see my ID card. The strands of hair had moved as in slow motion across the lacey straps of the top that held her beautiful breasts and I had watched her hand move from the bed to the hair. Her fingers played with the hair as she looked down between her breasts and then looked back up at me.
“Uh no,” I said trying to make eye contact instead of mentally removing her lounge wear. “It is a part time thing until the census is over.” I explained and then fumbled with the forms on my clip board pressing it hard against my erection that by now was throbbing and begging to be released from its prison inside of my jeans.
“I see,” she said pulling on the few strands of hair with her nimble fingers just inches away from the edge of her top. I imagined her letting go of the hair and hooking her fingers against the top and pulling it down for me to see her nipples. I had not detected any bump or indication of a nipple and wondered if they got hard and long when aroused. Then my cock begged again for attention and I coughed and tried to clear my throat.
I moved my eyes to my clip board and began preparing to go down the first few items of identification, “Let’s see here, uh, well,” I hesitated on the first line and looked up at her again. Her sweet smile and dark eyes had me nearly tongue tied as I tried to compose myself to get to the work at hand. At that moment I was 16 all over again, in the backseat of my dad’s car with a dark haired girl that was naked from the waist up. Her full breasts sagged from the weight and my hands were trembling.
“It’s okay to touch them Larry,” Sue had said. We had dated a dozen times and I finally got nerve enough to kiss her and when we moved to the back seat she had her top and bra off before I got my door closed. I was as tongue tied now as I was then. “My boobs won’t bite and I want you to touch me, no boy has ever touched them.”
My memory of Sue was on my mind as I looked up at Pinkie trying to start my official duties. I wondered if her full breasts would sag like Sue’s did. Would her nipples respond to the touch of a man old enough to be her grandfather or would she start screaming. There was no way to know but it didn’t stop my throbbing erection from causing my brain to have such thoughts of touching her beautiful body covered only in a thin cotton sleep top.
I looked back at the paper as if this was my first client for the census, she wasn’t the first interview nor was she the first woman that I had spoken with. But she was the first that had aroused me the moment I had seen her. I composed myself again as my hands trembled with the sheets of paper and I dropped my pencil. I bent to pick it up where it had landed near her bed. Lying beside the pencil was a panty, a pink panty so sheer I could see layer after layer of the delicate fabric as it lie there on the floor.
I reached for the pencil and my fingers touched that delicate fabric and I thought I would cum in my jeans just from thinking of this beautiful young woman setting a couple feet away from me. No doubt she had worn that panty just a few hours before, would it carry the scent of her body wash and perfume? Or perhaps there was a stronger scent, the scent of a woman that would drive any man to distraction.
“Did you find it?” Pinkie asked as I grabbed the pencil and saw the panty move as the eraser brushed against the delicate fabric.
“Yes, uh yes, I did.” I said as I returned to a seated position and for a brief few seconds the clip board slid aside revealing the bulge that I had kept carefully hidden from view. I looked at her and there was a different smile. It was the sort of smile someone gets when they discover something that was supposed to remain hidden. Or at least that is how I read it as I moved the clip board back in place.
This time I tried to compose myself quicker than before. My throat seemed dry, my tongue thick, and a lump in my throat. It was that same feeling I had in the back seat of the car with Sue as she bent forward and pulled my hands to her breasts. “You can’t break them,” she said as I cupped the firm but delicately soft flesh. “If they could be broken I would surely have done so, I love the way they feel in my hands.” The knowledge that she touched her breasts had never come to my mind. I don’t know why I didn’t think about that, of course she touched them.
“Okay,” I said looking up at Pinkie and kept absolute eye contact, my brain was filled with breasts and this was not good. “Your full name is Pauline Theresa Thornton?”
“I hate that name, Pauline sounds like some old lady, don’t you agree?” she asked with a defiant tone in her voice. “And then an uncle called me Polly and that name stuck as well. Yes that is my full name but I never use it.” And then she smiled at me with any defiance out of her expression, “But friends really do call me Pinkie because I love pink and well there are other reasons I won’t go into.”
I checked the box beside her name confirming it was correct and moved to the next line and read, “respondents year of birth?” and looked up.
“Old enough to know what I like in a man,” she said with a smile and looked down at the clip board and again that smile that told me she knew what she had done to me, “and old enough to act on my desire when I meet such a man.” She said without looking up from the clip board.
“Uh, well, you see…” I stuttered and then coughed and tried to clear my throat. Her sexual innuendo was all it took to take me back to being with Sue in that car and wanting to do more than touch her breasts but unable to form the words or take the action I wanted. “I need the year of birth,” I finally got out sounding like a croaking frog.
“I know,” she said with a smile and a wink, “I was just teasing you. “I was born in 1991.”
I looked back at my sheet and wrote the year in the proper block. As I pressed my hand and pencil to the clipboard I could feel the pressure on the tip of my poor cock that begged me to get some relief. I couldn’t believe how aroused she made me and other than the thin cotton that clung to her figure I had not seen anything that you wouldn’t see in a magazine ad. The floral scent of the room filled my senses and her beautiful face drew me into what felt like a net that threatened to entangle me.
“Your occupation? I would assume student,” as I looked up and noticed she had leaned on her arm and her breasts was trying escape the entrapment of the this cotton top. I swore I could see the dark skin of her areola and dared not stare so looked into her dark eyes and waited for her reply.
“Yes, I am a doctoral student of apparel design.” She said as she waited for my next question.
“I have not thought about a doctorate in that field,” I said, “but I then I never went that far in college.” I said and looked back at the clip board with the vision of her areola peeking out at me. “Uh yes, ahem, it looks like I skipped a question, ahem,” I stuttered and coughed again.
“Shame on me,” she said, “what kind of host am I? Let me get you a glass of water,” Pinkie said as she moved from her lounging position. “I’ll be right back,” she said as I watched her part her legs twisting her upper body as she rolled to a setting position with her back towards me. As she did so her lounge pants pulled down to revealed two large dimples on her backside and a couple inches of crack that led to places I was trying to force out of my mind.
“I’ll be right back,” she said and stood. As she did so she tugged on the lounge pants pulling them up and the thin fabric slid between the cheeks of her ass and I watched as each side of her ass moved independently as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. If she was wearing panties it certainly didn’t show and the thin cotton fabric didn’t reveal any hint of a thong.
I waited for her to return and my mind went back to that afternoon with Sue. Her breasts we so soft in my hands as I ran my thumbs across her nipples that were nearly flat. I had no knowledge of such things before this moment and marveled at how her nipples responded to my touch. “It is like my cock,” I thought, touch it and it gets hard. And now I had found the secret to her nipples as I brushed across them again.
“I love when my nipples get hard,” she said as she ran her hands up my thighs and found my hard cock throbbing inside my trousers. “Can I see it,” she said as she ran her hand along the length of my cock. “I have never seen a bare cock.” She didn’t wait for an answer as she unbuttoned my trousers and for the first time in my life someone else touched my erection. I didn’t last long, her soft hands circled my cut tip as she caressed me. “It is so soft yet so hard,” she whispered as if we had to worry that someone would hear.
My hands moved from her bare breasts to her bare thigh. Her black and white saddle shoes were topped with white knee socks. I loved seeing her skirt resting mid-thigh and this was my first time touching her soft skin. I had never felt anything so soft as I ran my hands up under her skirt. I hesitated and looked into her eyes. She said nothing but I read her expression as I continued until my hands cupped her pussy. Her nylon panties were soft and silky and I could feel her hair covered triangle through the thin slick fabric. And then she parted her legs giving me better access. I rubbed her hot pussy and felt the dampness of her arousal. Her hand never stopped moving on my cock and I felt that cramp deep inside and in a loud whisper I said, “I am going to cum.”
She looked at me as my fingers pushed the nylon fabric deep between her labia, “What should I do?” she asked starting to move her hand again. It was too late to tell her as my cock spurted a rope of cum up her arm as she watched the white sperm touch her arm. “Wow, so that is what it is like,” she said as a second and third shot of cum hit her hand and arm.
Then I felt her press her legs tightly against my hand. I looked up, “did I hurt you?” She shook her head no and closed her eyes as I knew she was cumming on my hand.
I heard the bathroom door knob turn and was pulled my mind out of that tender moment that had taken place 50 years ago. Pinkie came out of the bathroom carrying a glass of water and wearing the prettiest bra and panty set I had ever seen a woman wearing. I gulped hard, “Take a drink Larry, it will help your dry throat.” She said as she knelt on the bed facing me.
I took a sip of the water and nearly choked on it when she smoothed her head down across her shoulders. Her areolas were visible above the lacy fabric of the bra. “I thought you might want to see what a doctoral student of apparel design works on. This is my first bra and panty set, do you like it?”
Just like 50 years ago with Sue I was speechless. I nodded yes and took another sip of water and put the glass on the nightstand beside the bed. “I had no idea there was a course for such things, you have some very impressive talents.” I said as I looked at the detail of the garments and the detail of Pinkie. She had such a seductive figure with wide hips and enough weight to produce such wonderful womanly features.
“I love designing all sorts of apparel,” Pinkie said, “but lingerie is my specialty.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. The census bureau training did not include this situation. As a lifelong salesman I had never been in this position either. I asked myself, “ what do you do when a young woman named Pinkie steps out of the bathroom wearing such sexy lingerie and then poses on the bed in a way that clearly is intended to seduce?” My cock throbbed and I knew I was in serious trouble, if I acted on the testosterone fueled inclination there would be no returning to that of a professional census taker.
“As part of my study it is important to have unbiased critiques of my work. So tell me Larry, when you look at a woman wearing this set do you find it arousing?” She asked as she looked at the clip board again.
“Well uh yes, it is very arousing.” I admitted not knowing what else to say.
“Show me,” she said with another smile. This smile spoke volumes as I slowly moved the clip board aside and displayed the bulge in my trousers. “Well I see a bulge but it is difficult for me to analyze without further investigation.” She said as she moved across the bed and moved her legs and sat directly in front of me with her knees touching mine. Her panties were pulled up between her legs and her labia clearly showed its outline which further fueled the raging fire burning in my groin. Her expression was soft and alluring yet there was the slightest bit of dominance in the way she presented herself.
“Show me Larry,” she said and looked into my eyes as I gave her this questioning look of being out of my element. “It’s okay Larry, I won’t tell the government.” She said and giggled. “What happens in Pinkie’s room is between the two of us and we are both consenting adults.”
As she finished she reached across and unbuckled my belt and said, “You are all cramped up in those trousers, stand up and let’s make you comfortable. “ Everything seemed to happen as if I was in a trance, I stood and felt my trousers fall to my ankles followed by my boxers. “Oh yes, you are very aroused and I would be a terrible person if I let you leave here with so much pressure.”
I felt her hands on my waist as she pushed me onto the chair. She knelt between my legs and wrapped her hands around my cock and slowly stroked up and down. “I have another specialty,” Pinkie said and kissed the tip of my cock. “I love giving blow jobs and I like to swallow,” and that was her last words before filling her mouth with my cock.
I felt her lips circle my mushroom tips and her tongue slid along my slit before swallowing my cock. I took a deep breath trying to hold back from shooting my load like I did that first time with Sue. Sue and I never had full on sex but life had taught me how to hold back my orgasm but this young woman had skills beyond the design of apparel. She pulled off my cock leaving it slick with her saliva and she looked up at me.
“I forgot one feature of my bra design,” she said as she pulled the side of the bra cups and her tits bulged out. “You are more than welcome to enjoy my boobs,” she said and went back to sucking my cock. Her nipples hardened to my touch and I marveled at the shape and size of her breasts as I massaged them. When I would pinch her nipples she would moan on my cock. The vibrations from her moans added to the pleasure she gave me.
Her hand worked my shaft as she sucked my cock and then she grabbed the base of my cock, pulled off, and said, “I think you are ready to cum,” she said, “and it is okay to touch my head if that is your wish,” and then sucked my cock back into her mouth and released her grip on my cock. Her head bobbed up and down and I moved a hand to the back of her head and she began sucking harder. I groaned and felt my prostate take over my body.
Spurt after spurt of cum flooded her mouth and I watched as some oozed out around her lips. I felt her swallow and then deep throat my cock as the final spurt shot down her throat. She held me down her throat for a few more seconds and then pulled off smiling. “I love the feeling of a man shooting in my mouth.” She said as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. I saw her glance at the clock beside the bed, “Gosh I will be late for class,” she said standing up and adjusting her bra.
“Please let yourself out as I get ready, we can finish your interview tonight. Rest up, you’re going to need it! Oh, and I will show you why I am called Pinkie” She said and dashed into the bathroom.
“Please call me Pinkie,” the young woman said to me as I stood at the open door to her apartment. “My parents named me Polly but schoolmates teased me with “Polly wants a cracker, you know the parrots that are named Polly.”
Leaning on one elbow and showing me her generous cleavage, she was dressed in lounge or sleep attire. It was difficult for me not to imagine her lying on her back with me between her legs stripping off her clothing Her dark hair cascaded across her shoulders and although her posture and attire said she had been sleeping the fact that she was wearing full make-up seemed out of place but so seductive.
This young woman had responded to my knock on her door with “come in please,” and as I opened her door she did not move from her lounging position. At my first look at her my cock responded as if I was a young college student even though she was young enough to be my daughter. “Hell I am old enough that she could be my granddaughter,” I thought as I hid my hardening cock behind my official US Census takers clip board.
I had taken a part time job as a census taker more for the chance to meet people and get out of the house. I have been retired 10 years and boredom had everything to do with seeking this job. It is strange that we look forward to retirement like it is some reward and then we find out that the human mind demands a connection or purpose beyond just waking up and trying to decide what to do with our time.
After a short training session I was sent out to follow up on those that either didn’t complete the multiple requests for information or that had in some way left details that seemed out of place. I was also training and assigned to do more in depth interviews to gather data needed for a complete census.
Over the last weeks I had met some interesting people that I would not have met in my previous career as a salesman or in my retired life. Today I was assigned a residence hall as it was called on the log sheet. The structure was fairly old but well kept. I found out when I made my first stop that this was a private facility that catered to post graduate college students.
As I worked my way along the first floor I noticed that all the units were the same. I would describe them as an efficiency apartment with one large room with a bed, desk, and small kitchenette. And there was a separate private bathroom in each room. There was a range in ages among those in the facility but for the most part they were in their mid-twenties to early thirties. The students ranged from those seeking a master’s degree and others in PHD studies. Up until I stopped at room number 34D I had met guys and in most cases their rooms were a pit and I was only too happy to get their data and move on.
Now as I stood in this doorway staring at this pretty young woman I tried to decide if the numbers and letters on her door was her room number or bust size as she looked every part of a D cup. “I can come back later,” I said as my eyes were riveted to her stunning display of cleavage and a desire to step in the room and crawl into bed with her. I have never been known as an aggressive lover but this young woman had lit a fire in my cock that burned hot and I needed relief in the worst way.
“Oh gosh no,” Pinkie said, “Please come in and take a seat. I am so sorry I didn’t complete my census form.”
There was but a single chair in the room that in some ways looked like a motel unit with its arrangement and furnishings. But it was tidy and well kept and above all it didn’t stink of dirty clothes and cooking odors that lingered from some thrown together meal. In fact there was this light floral scent that I associated with body wash or bubble bath. Pinkie had not moved from her lounging position as I seated myself carefully hiding my erection with my clip board.
I began my official little speech about the US Census and how important it was when Pinkie interrupted, “What is your first name?”
“Well uh, Larry,” I said pointing to my ID card pinned to my shirt. It displayed my first and last name in bold letters along with ID number and the official government information.
“It is so nice to meet you Larry, is this a full time job for you?” She asked as she twisted a lock of her hair that had cascaded down her shoulder when she leaned a bit forward to see my ID card. The strands of hair had moved as in slow motion across the lacey straps of the top that held her beautiful breasts and I had watched her hand move from the bed to the hair. Her fingers played with the hair as she looked down between her breasts and then looked back up at me.
“Uh no,” I said trying to make eye contact instead of mentally removing her lounge wear. “It is a part time thing until the census is over.” I explained and then fumbled with the forms on my clip board pressing it hard against my erection that by now was throbbing and begging to be released from its prison inside of my jeans.
“I see,” she said pulling on the few strands of hair with her nimble fingers just inches away from the edge of her top. I imagined her letting go of the hair and hooking her fingers against the top and pulling it down for me to see her nipples. I had not detected any bump or indication of a nipple and wondered if they got hard and long when aroused. Then my cock begged again for attention and I coughed and tried to clear my throat.
I moved my eyes to my clip board and began preparing to go down the first few items of identification, “Let’s see here, uh, well,” I hesitated on the first line and looked up at her again. Her sweet smile and dark eyes had me nearly tongue tied as I tried to compose myself to get to the work at hand. At that moment I was 16 all over again, in the backseat of my dad’s car with a dark haired girl that was naked from the waist up. Her full breasts sagged from the weight and my hands were trembling.
“It’s okay to touch them Larry,” Sue had said. We had dated a dozen times and I finally got nerve enough to kiss her and when we moved to the back seat she had her top and bra off before I got my door closed. I was as tongue tied now as I was then. “My boobs won’t bite and I want you to touch me, no boy has ever touched them.”
My memory of Sue was on my mind as I looked up at Pinkie trying to start my official duties. I wondered if her full breasts would sag like Sue’s did. Would her nipples respond to the touch of a man old enough to be her grandfather or would she start screaming. There was no way to know but it didn’t stop my throbbing erection from causing my brain to have such thoughts of touching her beautiful body covered only in a thin cotton sleep top.
I looked back at the paper as if this was my first client for the census, she wasn’t the first interview nor was she the first woman that I had spoken with. But she was the first that had aroused me the moment I had seen her. I composed myself again as my hands trembled with the sheets of paper and I dropped my pencil. I bent to pick it up where it had landed near her bed. Lying beside the pencil was a panty, a pink panty so sheer I could see layer after layer of the delicate fabric as it lie there on the floor.
I reached for the pencil and my fingers touched that delicate fabric and I thought I would cum in my jeans just from thinking of this beautiful young woman setting a couple feet away from me. No doubt she had worn that panty just a few hours before, would it carry the scent of her body wash and perfume? Or perhaps there was a stronger scent, the scent of a woman that would drive any man to distraction.
“Did you find it?” Pinkie asked as I grabbed the pencil and saw the panty move as the eraser brushed against the delicate fabric.
“Yes, uh yes, I did.” I said as I returned to a seated position and for a brief few seconds the clip board slid aside revealing the bulge that I had kept carefully hidden from view. I looked at her and there was a different smile. It was the sort of smile someone gets when they discover something that was supposed to remain hidden. Or at least that is how I read it as I moved the clip board back in place.
This time I tried to compose myself quicker than before. My throat seemed dry, my tongue thick, and a lump in my throat. It was that same feeling I had in the back seat of the car with Sue as she bent forward and pulled my hands to her breasts. “You can’t break them,” she said as I cupped the firm but delicately soft flesh. “If they could be broken I would surely have done so, I love the way they feel in my hands.” The knowledge that she touched her breasts had never come to my mind. I don’t know why I didn’t think about that, of course she touched them.
“Okay,” I said looking up at Pinkie and kept absolute eye contact, my brain was filled with breasts and this was not good. “Your full name is Pauline Theresa Thornton?”
“I hate that name, Pauline sounds like some old lady, don’t you agree?” she asked with a defiant tone in her voice. “And then an uncle called me Polly and that name stuck as well. Yes that is my full name but I never use it.” And then she smiled at me with any defiance out of her expression, “But friends really do call me Pinkie because I love pink and well there are other reasons I won’t go into.”
I checked the box beside her name confirming it was correct and moved to the next line and read, “respondents year of birth?” and looked up.
“Old enough to know what I like in a man,” she said with a smile and looked down at the clip board and again that smile that told me she knew what she had done to me, “and old enough to act on my desire when I meet such a man.” She said without looking up from the clip board.
“Uh, well, you see…” I stuttered and then coughed and tried to clear my throat. Her sexual innuendo was all it took to take me back to being with Sue in that car and wanting to do more than touch her breasts but unable to form the words or take the action I wanted. “I need the year of birth,” I finally got out sounding like a croaking frog.
“I know,” she said with a smile and a wink, “I was just teasing you. “I was born in 1991.”
I looked back at my sheet and wrote the year in the proper block. As I pressed my hand and pencil to the clipboard I could feel the pressure on the tip of my poor cock that begged me to get some relief. I couldn’t believe how aroused she made me and other than the thin cotton that clung to her figure I had not seen anything that you wouldn’t see in a magazine ad. The floral scent of the room filled my senses and her beautiful face drew me into what felt like a net that threatened to entangle me.
“Your occupation? I would assume student,” as I looked up and noticed she had leaned on her arm and her breasts was trying escape the entrapment of the this cotton top. I swore I could see the dark skin of her areola and dared not stare so looked into her dark eyes and waited for her reply.
“Yes, I am a doctoral student of apparel design.” She said as she waited for my next question.
“I have not thought about a doctorate in that field,” I said, “but I then I never went that far in college.” I said and looked back at the clip board with the vision of her areola peeking out at me. “Uh yes, ahem, it looks like I skipped a question, ahem,” I stuttered and coughed again.
“Shame on me,” she said, “what kind of host am I? Let me get you a glass of water,” Pinkie said as she moved from her lounging position. “I’ll be right back,” she said as I watched her part her legs twisting her upper body as she rolled to a setting position with her back towards me. As she did so her lounge pants pulled down to revealed two large dimples on her backside and a couple inches of crack that led to places I was trying to force out of my mind.
“I’ll be right back,” she said and stood. As she did so she tugged on the lounge pants pulling them up and the thin fabric slid between the cheeks of her ass and I watched as each side of her ass moved independently as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. If she was wearing panties it certainly didn’t show and the thin cotton fabric didn’t reveal any hint of a thong.
I waited for her to return and my mind went back to that afternoon with Sue. Her breasts we so soft in my hands as I ran my thumbs across her nipples that were nearly flat. I had no knowledge of such things before this moment and marveled at how her nipples responded to my touch. “It is like my cock,” I thought, touch it and it gets hard. And now I had found the secret to her nipples as I brushed across them again.
“I love when my nipples get hard,” she said as she ran her hands up my thighs and found my hard cock throbbing inside my trousers. “Can I see it,” she said as she ran her hand along the length of my cock. “I have never seen a bare cock.” She didn’t wait for an answer as she unbuttoned my trousers and for the first time in my life someone else touched my erection. I didn’t last long, her soft hands circled my cut tip as she caressed me. “It is so soft yet so hard,” she whispered as if we had to worry that someone would hear.
My hands moved from her bare breasts to her bare thigh. Her black and white saddle shoes were topped with white knee socks. I loved seeing her skirt resting mid-thigh and this was my first time touching her soft skin. I had never felt anything so soft as I ran my hands up under her skirt. I hesitated and looked into her eyes. She said nothing but I read her expression as I continued until my hands cupped her pussy. Her nylon panties were soft and silky and I could feel her hair covered triangle through the thin slick fabric. And then she parted her legs giving me better access. I rubbed her hot pussy and felt the dampness of her arousal. Her hand never stopped moving on my cock and I felt that cramp deep inside and in a loud whisper I said, “I am going to cum.”
She looked at me as my fingers pushed the nylon fabric deep between her labia, “What should I do?” she asked starting to move her hand again. It was too late to tell her as my cock spurted a rope of cum up her arm as she watched the white sperm touch her arm. “Wow, so that is what it is like,” she said as a second and third shot of cum hit her hand and arm.
Then I felt her press her legs tightly against my hand. I looked up, “did I hurt you?” She shook her head no and closed her eyes as I knew she was cumming on my hand.
I heard the bathroom door knob turn and was pulled my mind out of that tender moment that had taken place 50 years ago. Pinkie came out of the bathroom carrying a glass of water and wearing the prettiest bra and panty set I had ever seen a woman wearing. I gulped hard, “Take a drink Larry, it will help your dry throat.” She said as she knelt on the bed facing me.
I took a sip of the water and nearly choked on it when she smoothed her head down across her shoulders. Her areolas were visible above the lacy fabric of the bra. “I thought you might want to see what a doctoral student of apparel design works on. This is my first bra and panty set, do you like it?”
Just like 50 years ago with Sue I was speechless. I nodded yes and took another sip of water and put the glass on the nightstand beside the bed. “I had no idea there was a course for such things, you have some very impressive talents.” I said as I looked at the detail of the garments and the detail of Pinkie. She had such a seductive figure with wide hips and enough weight to produce such wonderful womanly features.
“I love designing all sorts of apparel,” Pinkie said, “but lingerie is my specialty.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. The census bureau training did not include this situation. As a lifelong salesman I had never been in this position either. I asked myself, “ what do you do when a young woman named Pinkie steps out of the bathroom wearing such sexy lingerie and then poses on the bed in a way that clearly is intended to seduce?” My cock throbbed and I knew I was in serious trouble, if I acted on the testosterone fueled inclination there would be no returning to that of a professional census taker.
“As part of my study it is important to have unbiased critiques of my work. So tell me Larry, when you look at a woman wearing this set do you find it arousing?” She asked as she looked at the clip board again.
“Well uh yes, it is very arousing.” I admitted not knowing what else to say.
“Show me,” she said with another smile. This smile spoke volumes as I slowly moved the clip board aside and displayed the bulge in my trousers. “Well I see a bulge but it is difficult for me to analyze without further investigation.” She said as she moved across the bed and moved her legs and sat directly in front of me with her knees touching mine. Her panties were pulled up between her legs and her labia clearly showed its outline which further fueled the raging fire burning in my groin. Her expression was soft and alluring yet there was the slightest bit of dominance in the way she presented herself.
“Show me Larry,” she said and looked into my eyes as I gave her this questioning look of being out of my element. “It’s okay Larry, I won’t tell the government.” She said and giggled. “What happens in Pinkie’s room is between the two of us and we are both consenting adults.”
As she finished she reached across and unbuckled my belt and said, “You are all cramped up in those trousers, stand up and let’s make you comfortable. “ Everything seemed to happen as if I was in a trance, I stood and felt my trousers fall to my ankles followed by my boxers. “Oh yes, you are very aroused and I would be a terrible person if I let you leave here with so much pressure.”
I felt her hands on my waist as she pushed me onto the chair. She knelt between my legs and wrapped her hands around my cock and slowly stroked up and down. “I have another specialty,” Pinkie said and kissed the tip of my cock. “I love giving blow jobs and I like to swallow,” and that was her last words before filling her mouth with my cock.
I felt her lips circle my mushroom tips and her tongue slid along my slit before swallowing my cock. I took a deep breath trying to hold back from shooting my load like I did that first time with Sue. Sue and I never had full on sex but life had taught me how to hold back my orgasm but this young woman had skills beyond the design of apparel. She pulled off my cock leaving it slick with her saliva and she looked up at me.
“I forgot one feature of my bra design,” she said as she pulled the side of the bra cups and her tits bulged out. “You are more than welcome to enjoy my boobs,” she said and went back to sucking my cock. Her nipples hardened to my touch and I marveled at the shape and size of her breasts as I massaged them. When I would pinch her nipples she would moan on my cock. The vibrations from her moans added to the pleasure she gave me.
Her hand worked my shaft as she sucked my cock and then she grabbed the base of my cock, pulled off, and said, “I think you are ready to cum,” she said, “and it is okay to touch my head if that is your wish,” and then sucked my cock back into her mouth and released her grip on my cock. Her head bobbed up and down and I moved a hand to the back of her head and she began sucking harder. I groaned and felt my prostate take over my body.
Spurt after spurt of cum flooded her mouth and I watched as some oozed out around her lips. I felt her swallow and then deep throat my cock as the final spurt shot down her throat. She held me down her throat for a few more seconds and then pulled off smiling. “I love the feeling of a man shooting in my mouth.” She said as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. I saw her glance at the clock beside the bed, “Gosh I will be late for class,” she said standing up and adjusting her bra.
“Please let yourself out as I get ready, we can finish your interview tonight. Rest up, you’re going to need it! Oh, and I will show you why I am called Pinkie” She said and dashed into the bathroom.
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