It all started with the charity raffle. I almost didn’t get a ticket because they were $50 each, but the proceeds were going to support the children’s hospital so I got one. Quite a few really nice prizes had been donated so there was a lot of incentive. I was pleasantly surprised to get the call that I’d won the top prize; a one week vacation for two on the island of Jamaica.
It’s amazing how many people were now my best friend. A teller at the bank told me she had the perfect bikini as it was very skimpy. The receptionist at my gym flat out told me that if I took her, I wouldn’t need a second bed. The irony was that in the last year I had asked each of them out on a date and they had said no. I lost track of the number of guys who asked to go. In the end, it was an easy choice to make. I took my cousin Michelle.
Even though she is four years younger than I am, we still did a lot of things together growing up. Since we were each only children, whenever our families got together, it was only us. We got along great, always finding things to do that were good for both of us.
Michelle is a very beautiful woman. She has long, jet black hair that shines. Her soft brown eyes are like a cute puppy’s. High cheekbones and sweet lips finish a lovely face. Her body is wonderfully proportioned. Her breasts sit up nicely and are the perfect size for her body. Her legs are smooth and silky and look awesome when she wears heels.
If we lived in a large city, she probably would have been modeling when she was fourteen or fifteen. As it was, she didn’t get noticed until her last year of high school. The man who took her senior picture sent it out to a friend who gave it to someone else in a modeling agency. They sent out a photographer who did a full workup on her. The end result was an offer of a three year contract to model for them.
Over the next three years, while I started my business career, we received post cards from all over the world as my cousin went on many shoots. My aunt was always showing me the magazines she was in. Every time I saw one she looked more beautiful and glamorous. She even managed to make the cover of one.
When her contract was up, we were all surprised when she quit and came back home. She told us that it was way too cut throat for her and far too many of the other models were backstabbing divas. It just got to the point where it was no longer any fun. She decided to take what she made and open an upscale dress shop. It didn’t take long for it to become one of the most popular shops in town.
When I asked my cousin if she wanted to go with me on the trip, she was thrilled.
“I love the Caribbean,” she said. “I did several shoots down there. Here, look at these.”
She showed me a bunch of photos from a bikini shoot she did in Barbados. She looked so sexy in all of the suits she wore.
“I know why you quit, but it is truly a shame you are no longer modeling. I believe that the world is being deprived of a real treasure. You look awesome.” was my response.
“You say the sweetest things,” she said while giving me a hug.
When the time came for us to leave, we had an early morning flight. I was a little grumpy from having to get up so early, but I soon got over it. Michelle was so happy it was not possible to be down around her. The flight was uneventful except for a little turbulence over the gulf that wasn’t bad enough to be a worry.
We got settled in late in the afternoon so decided to just have a quick meal and explore the city. We found some quaint local shops as well as some obvious tourist traps. We bought the obligatory post cards and vacation trinkets to show family and friends back home. Everyone we met was very friendly and hospitable. We were having so much fun it was late when we got back to the hotel.
In the morning, we slept in and then had a leisurely breakfast from room service, just the way it’s supposed to be on vacation. Then we decided to hit the beach. Michelle changed in the bathroom while I changed in the bedroom. She was wearing a cover up over her suit when she emerged so I couldn’t see what she had on. She put everything we would need in a tote, grabbed a couple of towels and off we went.
The beach was not crowded but still had plenty of people on it. As we walked along trying to find a good spot, my cousin held my hand. She told me it was to let everyone know she was taken. That usually cuts down on the number of men hitting on her. We found a space that was open and laid out the towels. Just before she took off her wrap, Michelle looked at me.
“I purchased a new suit specifically for this trip,” she said. “I hope you like it. It’s called the Black Widow.”
My jaw dropped when she showed me her suit. It was black like the name suggested. The top consisted of a thin spider web pattern within sheer fabric. You could clearly see her tits through the fabric but the spider web part made it difficult to make out details. The bottom was pretty much the same with a smaller patch in the back.
“Well,” she asked, “do you like it?”
“Dear lord, that’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” was my reaction.
She just smiled big and reached down for the sun block. Handing it to me she said, “If you do my back, I’ll do yours.”
I quickly agreed. I wanted her facing away from me so she wouldn’t see the hard-on I was rapidly getting. I had her lie down to make it easier. Her skin felt great under my hands. I covered her top to bottom, including the butt at her encouragement. When I was done, I lay on my towel and she reciprocated. It felt awesome, almost like she was caressing me instead of rubbing in lotion. She took her time and when she was finished my dick was hard as steel.
We lay there soaking up the warmth for quite a while. After a bit Michelle turned over to get sun on her front. I glanced quickly as she was putting the sun block on. Part of me wanted to be the one rubbing it in but another part reminded me she was my cousin. Looking around I saw she had quite a few people watching her, and not just the men. The whole time we were there we talked and joked, having a good laugh every time someone came along and commented on her suit.
In the afternoon we decided to go find a place to eat. I had softened somewhat but was still a noticeable lump. Fortunately the shirt I had was long enough and loose so I was covered. As we walked along the beach, my cousin again took my hand in hers. We found a place right on the beach and ate.
“I’ve noticed something,” I commented. “With all these women around in bikinis, even with your cover-up on, you seem to be the center of attention. It could be some of them know what you have on under it, but most of these people never saw your suit so it must just be you.”
She smiled and let out a small laugh. “I know. I don’t want to sound conceited because you know I’m not, but I get that all the time. Guys are constantly coming into my shop to look for dresses for their “girlfriend” that I know doesn’t exist. It’s a dead giveaway that they don’t want help from anyone but me. While I was modeling I got comfortable enough with my body that I really don’t mind the attention. The truth is I enjoy it. Why else would I wear a suit like this?”
“I’m glad you like it because I don’t see it stopping any time soon. So, what do you want to do next?”
“It doesn’t matter, whatever you want is fine with me. If you don’t have anything specific in mind, I’d kind of like to go back and get more sun. I want to get as much sun as we can before going back home to the cold.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.”
We found another place to lie down. This time I noticed she took off her wrap before laying out her towel. Again we put sun block on each others’ backs and again I got hard. I figured this would end up being a regular occurrence so just decided to live with it and hide it the best I could. Once more we had great fun talking, sunning, and joking around. In the late afternoon we decided it was time to wrap up and get ready for dinner.
I let her take a shower first to get the sand off. Michelle dressed for dinner in a halter top, skirt and sandals. She managed to make that simple outfit look awesome. We asked at the desk for a recommendation. We wanted to know where locals went to dine. He called ahead to make sure there was room and then sent us to a small, out of the way place. The ambience was very casual and the food was incredible. Michelle had jerk chicken and I had curry goat; we each had a few rum. They made us feel like we were eating at home.
Back at the hotel, we were sitting around relaxing when my cousin got a wicked grin on her face.
“Tomorrow,” she said with a giggle, “we should head over to Hedonism.”
“No,” I said quickly, “definitely not. Bad idea.”
“Why not?” she asked. “I thought all men wanted to see naked women walking around.”
“Under most circumstances you’d be right. This is not one of them.” I responded.
“But why? Are you embarrassed about your body? You shouldn’t be you looked great today.”
“It’s not that, it’s…something else.”
“What is it? Perhaps I can come up with a solution.”
“Please, tell me.”
The look on her face was one of a lot of concern. I paused a moment before answering, getting up and walked across the room first.
“The truth is that bikini, and your body, gave me a hard-on most of the day. Going somewhere and watching you take it off would be torture. You have no idea how difficult it is for a man to be around someone who is so beautiful and incredibly sexy, knowing he can’t have her.”
My cousin got up and walked over to me. She put her arms around my neck and looked me in the eyes.
“What on earth makes you think you can’t have me?” she asked. “You can have me any time you want me.”
“But, you’re my cousin,” I said. “I know that in many places that’s ok, but where we come from is not one of them.”
“Who says anyone has to know?”
“You’d really let me?”
“Of course I would. I’ve had the hot’s for you since I was thirteen.”
“Possibly earlier, but it wasn’t until I was thirteen and the hormones started flowing through me that I realized what is was I felt. You were always so sweet to me when we were together. I know it started because there was nobody else around, but you were always interested in what I wanted. You made sure I was happy and had a good time. You don’t know how much of a turn on kindness is to a pre-teen girl.”
“Wow; I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything, just finally fulfill my fantasy.”
With that she leaned in and kissed me. It was a kiss that knocked my socks off. The passion she put into it was overwhelming. Her tongue entered my mouth and the tip battled with mine. I tried to return just as much enthusiasm as she had. When it was done, she looked like she had won the lottery.
I said, “I was going to ask if you are really sure, but I think that kiss is enough of an answer for me.”
“I’ve never been surer in my life,” she answered.
Reaching behind herself, she untied the halter top, removed it and tossed it away. I got my first good look at her gorgeous tits. I know I’d seen most of them through her bikini earlier, but seeing them completely uncovered was so much better. After taking a moment to get a good look, I turned her facing away from me, reached around and took one in each hand. As I gave them a good feel, I whispered in her ear.
“I’ve wanted to get my hands on these for so long. This is a dream come true.”
“It’s a dream for most guys,” she giggled. “For many, a wet dream.”
She stopped giggling and let out a sigh when I started kissing her neck. Her nipples hardened under my touch. At the same time she started grinding her butt against my dick, which was hardening rapidly. We kept it up for several minutes; grinding, fondling, kissing; I even managed to nibble on her ear for a bit. Soon she turned around and began tugging on my shirt. I took it off and tossed it in the direction of her halter.
“I’ll finish this,” I said, “You go get on the bed.”
When I was down to just my boxers, I looked over to the bed. My cousin had removed her skirt and was only wearing a sexy pair of red panties. She was laying in a very seductive pose.
“Damn, I wish I had a camera right now. That is a picture worth saving.” I said with a huge grin.
“That won’t be necessary,” she said. “Any time you want to come over, I’ll recreate it for you, live.”
I came over and knelt on the bed as she lay back. I gave her a kiss on the lips, and then kissed my way down her cheek, throat, and chest. I kissed and licked all over the outside of each tit, slowly moving my way to the middle. Latching onto one of her nipples, I sucked hard. This caused her to moan and reach up, holding my head in place.
I lavished attention on her tits; kissing, licking and sucking. Whichever one my mouth was not on, had a hand on it. Michelle gave me lots of encouragement by sighing and telling me what felt good. She also gently moved my head and hands to the place she liked best. After several minutes of this, I continued kissing down her body.
Pausing at her belly button, I tickled it with my tongue. Michelle started giggling madly and tried to push my head away. I vowed to remember that reaction for another time. Moving lower I got down to her panties. I saw a wet spot forming in them and her aroma was wonderful. I so wanted to dive right in.
Avoiding temptation, I continued down one leg. Slowly dragging my tongue along the top, I used each hand to rub the inside and outside of her thigh. A quick kiss on her knee and I did the same to her calf. Kneeling between her legs, I lifted her foot and placed a kiss on the top of each toe. Taking the big toe in my mouth, I sucked and nibbled. As I was laying her foot back down, I tickled the bottom lightly.
She let out a loud yelp and yanked her foot from my grasp. She sat up and gave me a glare that said I had better not try that again. The smirk on her face betrayed her seriousness. I mouthed a ‘sorry’, even though I was not. She continued her glare as I reached for her other foot. I made sure to avoid the bottom even though I wanted to tickle it badly. Instead I just licked and sucked the toes.
When I was through, I kissed and licked my way up the back of her calf. When I got to the back of her knee, I flicked it lightly with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered and her leg trembled. I could tell she was fighting the urge to pull back. Boy was my cousin ticklish. It was information I would someday use to torment her after she teased me mercilessly.
Laying her leg down, I kissed the inside of her thigh. Going back and forth between each thigh, I slowly moved up, gently spreading her legs as I went. The wet spot had grown, as well as her scent. I gazed at the red lace for a moment, contemplating what was beneath. Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on her panties right above her clit. Her intense moan told me my aim was correct.
I moved my head up and down, gently rubbing her with my lips. Reaching up I ran a finger along the leg seam. With my tongue flat, I licked slowly from bottom to top a few times. I could tell Michelle was getting impatient when she reached down and started to lower her panties. With a chuckle I got the hint and removed them myself. I got her to jump when I managed to lightly scratch the back of her knee again as I did, but in such a way to make it look accidental.
I gave her a couple more slow licks, but with the panties gone there was a much different reaction; she let out a huge moan. Taking her clit in my mouth, I gently sucked, pulling back until it popped out of my mouth. I did the same with her lips a few times, moving lower each time. Getting the best response on her clit, I went back to it a couple more times.
Reaching up with my hands, I spread her lips open and put my tongue inside, pushing it as deep as I could. Moving in and out I tongue fucked her, increasing my speed as I went. As I did, I used a finger to rub around her clit, close but not touching it. I could tell by her increased breathing as well as the ample fluids she was producing that she was getting quite excited.
Replacing my tongue with a finger, I pushed into her to the knuckle. Her insides were boiling hot. Turning my hand palm up, I rubbed the roof of her pussy. At the same time I went back to sucking her clit, occasionally flicking it with my tongue. I also rubbed her abdomen right above my mouth.
This three pronged attack increased her arousal quickly. Keeping at it, it took only another few minutes before she had her orgasm. Unlike a lot of the women I’ve been with, who were very vocal when they came, my cousin was silent. She let out a big gasp then held her breath as her whole body clenched. A few seconds later she repeated; gasp, clench. Every time she clenched, her pussy rippled around my finger. She also pressed her mound up against my mouth.
Six, seven, eight times she clenched before collapsing back onto the bed breathing heavily. I removed my mouth but left my finger inside her while she calmed down. It took several minutes for her to catch her breath. Easing my finger out of her I reached down to remove my boxers; for a second it got caught on my dick which was as hard as steel.
Crawling up the bed, I knelt over her. She had her eyes closed so I leaned in for a kiss. When our lips touched her hands flew up to grab my head and hold me as she kissed frantically. When our breath ran out we broke the kiss. Michelle looked up at me with the biggest smile on her face.
“Oh dear God,” she said, “I have never cum so hard in all my life. It was like a bomb went off inside me filling every molecule with power. It was soooooo awesome.”
“Damn Michelle, you really know how to boost a man’s ego,” I said with a laugh.
“I’m not an idle flatterer,” she said seriously. “I tell it like it is. If a man is good I tell him. If he is not so good, I tell him that as well…gently of course. I can only think of one other person who has licked me as good as you just did, but then she’d had lots of practice.”
“She?” I asked with some mild shock.
“Oh shit!” she said turning red and covering her face. “I didn’t mean to let that out.”
I waited a few moments before removing her hands. When she looked up at me sheepishly I just raised an eye brow to indicate my curiosity.
“Ok, I will tell you the whole story some time,” she said with a sigh, “but you have to promise me never to tell anyone else.”
“Not a word, I swear.”
“Thanks. If that ever got back to my parents I’d be mortified, not to mention the hurt it would do to my business in our conservative, stuck up town.”
“I’d never do that to you, but I’m really looking forward to that story. My imagination is running wild right now.” I said as I eased down on top of her.
“I’m sure it is,” She said with a laugh, rubbing herself against my dick, “based on that gun I feel down there.”
“Mmm, it is anxious to be fired,” I retorted.
“What say we holster it before it goes off and hurts somebody?” She grinned back.
With that I got back on my knees. My cousin reached down and took my dick in her hand. A couple of swipes through her juices and she lined it up with her entrance. Looking up at me with anticipation, I leaned forward and entered her slowly. The sensation was almost indescribable. She was tight; not virginal tight, but tight enough that I had to really push hard to get the last of me in. She was also intensely hot. Easily the hottest woman I have ever been in.
As I entered her, I watched her face the whole time. The deeper I got, the bigger her smile. When I was completely imbedded, she closed her eyes and let out a very contented sigh. Her pleasure was written in an ear to ear smile. I held myself there for several moments for both of us to get used to it. When her pussy had adjusted and loosened slightly, I started a long, slow in and out thrust.
I was holding myself above her with my arms, mostly because I wanted to be able to look at her face and chest. I couple of minutes into my thrusting she opened her eyes and reached up to gently caress my face.
“You know, they always say to be careful because reality is never the same as the fantasy,” she said. After a little pause she added, “They are right. This is easily one hundred times as good as anything I could imagine.”
As I told her earlier, she really knew how to stoke an ego. More and more I wanted to make sure she had the best experience possible. I sped up a little hoping to increase her pleasure. She moaned her approval.
Balancing on one arm, I used the other hand to rub her tits. Her nipples had become rock hard and were easy to manipulate with my fingers. When my arm began to tire, I switched to the other so I wouldn’t fall. Michelle realized the situation and solved the problem by getting me to roll us over. With me on the bottom I could now use both hands on her tits. It also gave my cousin the chance to control the thrusting.
Leaning forward a little to make sure I could reach her tits comfortably, she began to bounce on my dick with a pretty fast pace. The bouncing made it harder to rub her tits until I realized I could just hold my hands up and let her movement do the rubbing. That way I only had to make small changes in position to rub all over them.
All too soon I felt the familiar feeling telling me that I would not last very much longer. Considering the situation I was actually surprised I had held out this long. I let her know I was getting close, which only made her bounce even faster. Just a couple of minutes later I exploded, filling my cousin’s pussy with shot after shot of my cum.
When I first started cumming, Michelle fell forward and plastered her mouth to mine in a passionate kiss, grinding her clit against my pelvic bone at the same time, trying to cum as well. She was not very far behind me and right after I stopped shooting she started her second cum of the night. This time it was my dick that felt the incredible sensation of her pussy rippling every time her body clenched. Even though I had just cum, the feelings sent signals to my dick telling it to try to shoot more. Unfortunately I was spent so nothing more happened.
We lay there with her on top of me, for quite a while just enjoying the wonderful afterglow of a remarkable experience. After several minutes, Michelle tried to roll us sideways but I wouldn’t let her.
“No,” I whispered, “I like it this way. Your lying on top of me is comforting somehow. Kind of like the feeling you get in bed under those heavy blankets in winter; cozy, snug and secure.”
“Mmm,” she said, “I love that feeling too. It almost makes the cold bearable.”
We almost fell asleep like that, but eventually Michelle had to get up and use the bathroom. When she was done, I followed suit. Coming back out I saw that she had pulled back the covers on the bed, gotten under them and was waiting for me to join her. I turned off the lights and got in with her. She snuggled up to me and gave me a sweet, tender kiss.
“Thank you so much for the best day of my life,” she said. “Nothing will ever top this I’m sure.”
“I should be thanking you,” I replied, “for allowing me the honor of being with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“I’m not the most beautiful in the world. I was in modeling remember so I should know,” she said.
“How about the most beautiful woman in the country?”
She thought for a moment then said, “Ok, I can except that one.”
We both burst out laughing. After another sweet kiss I rolled her over so I could spoon up against her back. I reached over with my arm and held her gently. She entwined her fingers in mine and soon sleep overtook us both.
That night I had a very interesting dream. I had no body, I was just a cloud made up of pure pleasure. I floated around feeling really good. Eventually I found a place to settle down. As I settled, my body began to form. It started at my head and my feet and moved inward. As each part of me formed, the remaining substance concentrated and became more and more pleasurable. Finally, when my whole body had formed, the pleasure was quite intense and centered on my dick.
About this time I woke up to find the pleasure continuing. My cousin was giving me an awesome blowjob. As I began to stir, she popped off of me and looked up.
"Morning," she said, "I thought this would be a good way to start the day. I hope you don't mind."
"I'll only mind if you stop," I said with a laugh.
She bent back down and took me in her mouth again. Bobbing up and down slowly, she ran her tongue around the head. Pausing for a moment to get ready, she took me all the way in her throat. I groaned as her swallowing tickled the head. Taking me out, she licked up and down the shaft for several moments while gently fondling my balls. She then started over again and did the same sequence.
Eventually she just concentrated on bobbing up and down, increasing her speed. She would occasionally stop to deep throat me, but mostly it was just the bobbing. Soon enough she had me close to cumming. I warned her I was close but this just got her to go faster. I shot off several thick ropes of cum into her mouth which she quickly swallowed. When I was done, she kept her mouth on me for a moment while her tongue licked me all over. She then let me go and came up to lay her head on my shoulder.
"You like my wake up technique?" She asked with a giggle.
"Best way to wake up, hands down," I said with a grin.
We lay there for a few minutes before rising and getting ready for the day.
The rest of the week we were just like a couple on their honeymoon. Every day we went out to the beach or did some sightseeing. Every night we'd come back to the hotel for some hot and heavy sex. We even came back one afternoon for a quickie. Michelle did her special wake up a couple of times. The night before we were heading back home I suggested a change of routine.
"I have an idea for what to do tonight," I said. "I'm going to lie down on the bed. After you get me hard I want you to get on and ride me. You need to go very slowly because while you are riding me I'd like you to tell me the story about the woman who licked you."
"Ok," she said, a little embarrassed, "but make sure you don't say a word to anyone."
When I gave out a laugh, she looked at me and said, "What?"
I replied, "You just spent a week having sex with your cousin and you're worried I'd talk about you and another girl?"
She giggled and said, "When you put it that way, I guess it does sound funny."
We both got undressed and I lay down. Michelle started licking me and soon had me hard. Tossing one leg over me she eased herself down until I was embedded inside her fully.
"I'll never get tired of that feeling," she said with a sigh. "We definitely have to find a way to continue this back home, discreetly of course."
"I was hoping you'd feel that way. I'm sure we can find a way. We visit each other often enough already that it won't look bad when we get together."
Slowly Michelle began to move up and down. It took quite a while to make one stroke and she paused each time I was inside her all the way. After several minutes of only sighs and moans I prompted, "The story?"
This is what she said.
- - - - -
It took place during my second year as a model. It was with one of the other models in the agency. I can't say who as I promised I wouldn't so I'll just call her G. We were told we were scheduled to do a lingerie shoot together at the end of the week. As we were leaving for the day she asked if we could talk privately. I told her I was just going to go find some place to eat and asked her to join me. After we had ordered I turned to her.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Before we do the shoot together there is something you need to know. I'm hoping it won't make a difference but I need to tell you." G replied.
I sat there waiting for her to continue. After a pause she looked at me and said, "I'm a lesbian."
"Wow," I said surprised, "I would have never guessed. It doesn't bother me, I believe in everyone's right to their own feelings. What you and any other consenting adult do is your business and nobody else's"
"I'm so glad you feel that way," she said smiling. "Unfortunately not everyone does."
"If you're worried about what the others' will say, why tell them, it really doesn't matter for the shoot?"
"I used to feel that way too. The problem is it's not a secret. There was a lengthy interview with me a while back in one of the fashion magazines. The interviewer said they had heard a rumor and asked if it was true. While I may not talk about it much, I won't lie so I answered truthfully. My girlfriend was very proud as she had talked to me about coming out."
"When the article came out, it was about three weeks after I had done a bikini shoot with someone else. You know how touchy we can get on one of those. When she read it she came to me furious. She said she couldn't believe she had let someone like me touch her and that I was never to put my 'dyke' hands on her again. She stormed off before I could say anything."
"I'm so sorry," I said. "She should have known that there was nothing to it and that it was only part of the shoot. It's really too bad there are people who feel that strongly against you. I can assure you, I will have no problem doing this shoot with you."
"Thank you so much Michelle. I just knew you'd understand."
We did the shoot and it went well. G and I became good friends. I even met her girlfriend.
About six weeks after this took place, one Friday I noticed G was upset about something. When we had a moment I asked her what was wrong. She told me that her girlfriend had left her. We didn't have a lot of time right then but I asked her if she wanted to talk about it later. She said she did and gave me a big hug. That night I invited her to my place and said we'd talk over dinner and drinks.
At my place I got comfortable in sweats and a t-shirt. We were close enough in size that I found something for G to wear as well. Back in the kitchen I looked in the fridge to see what I had.
"How about a shrimp stir fry and a salad?" I asked.
"Sounds good to me," said G.
I pointed to a cupboard and said, "Booze is in there, see what you'd like."
G went over and looked. "Perfect!" she exclaimed and pulled out the tequila and margarita mix.
"I don't think my blender is working," I said. "It was making a horrible noise the last time I tried to use it."
"Not a problem," she said. "I prefer them on the rocks anyways. What do you want?"
"A marg sounds good so I'll have the same."
I heated up the wok and started cutting veggies while G made the drinks. A moment later she handed me mine. We clinked glasses and took a drink.
"Mmmmmm, that hits the spot," I said.
"It sure does," said G. "I may have several tonight."
"Have as much as you like. I have another bottle of tequila and plenty of mix in the hall."
"Like margaritas do we?" G said with a laugh.
"I got a great deal last month when I was down doing that swimsuit shoot in Cozumel. I got the crew to carry some of it through customs for me so I wouldn't have to pay duty."
"Good job. I did the same with some wine when I came back from Italy. Can I help with the salad?"
"It's already made. Just sit and relax, you need it."
"I'm fine, really."
"Hey, I don't get a chance to play hostess very often. You be a good guest and sit." I said firmly but with a smile to let her know I was joking around.
"Yes Ma'am. Sitting and drinking as ordered," she said with a smile, "but I really am fine."
"You weren't this afternoon. Then you really needed to vent, so vent. You're upset she left you and that's understandable."
"I'm not upset we split up, I've known in my heart this was never going to be a long term relationship, I'm just upset about her reaction."
"What do you mean? Why did she leave?"
"She got a job offer in Portland. It's a wonderful opportunity for her and I would have told her to go if she had asked. My problem is that it didn't seem to bother her at all that we were splitting up. She called me yesterday to tell me about the job and that she would be leaving as soon as she got packed. Not once did she say she'll miss me. Not once did she ask me how I felt. It was all just her and her job, like I meant nothing to her."
As she finished saying this, I could see the tears forming in her eyes. I walked over and gave her a big hug. She started crying on my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry G," I said softly. "I'm sure that hurt a lot. I've never gone through anything like that so I can only imagine what's going on inside you right now."
I just held her and let her cry herself out. It took several minutes but I didn't mind. She needed the comforting and I was glad to give it to her. Eventually she stopped and looked up at me sheepishly
"I'm so embarrassed," she said. "What you must think of me now."
"I think you are a wonderful, sweet person who had her heart broken. Don't ever apologize for caring. What's the point of living if we don't care?"
"Thanks Michelle, you're pretty sweet yourself. You're a great friend and there when I needed one."
"You're welcome. Any time you need to chat, let me know. Now, if you let me go I can finish dinner and we can proceed to get drunk and forget."
"Sounds like a plan to me." said G, smiling now. "Oops, I think I soaked your shirt," she added with a laugh.
"Not a problem," I said. "Both the shirt and I are washable."
It didn't take me long to finish preparing dinner. While we ate, we just chatted about nothing in particular. We avoided topics that would remind her of her ordeal. It had been a long time since I had just sat around with friends and done nothing. It felt really good to do that. When we finished eating, I cleaned up while G made a large pitcher of margaritas.
Retiring to the living room, we continued to chat about a number of topics. We tried to talk about TV shows but with our schedules and travel, neither one of us had a show we followed. We spent quite a while wondering about the rumor that one of our photographers had been severely reprimanded for inappropriate touching of several models. We both thought it was quite likely. We talked a bit about current movies.
The chatting slowed down about the same time as the pitcher was emptied. We weren't drunk but we both had a good buzz going. I was feeling very relaxed.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" G asked me. "A very personal question?"
"Sure you can," I said. "I can always not answer if I want to, but I don't mind you asking."
"Have you ever been with another woman?" she asked.
"No, I haven't," I said.
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"I know I've heard that every girl thinks about it growing up, and that most of them experiment with their friends, but I never did. While I am very open minded and tolerant of other point of views, where I grew up is not so it never was an option."
"Interesting; what about now?"
"I suppose if I was truthful, I'd have to say I'm not opposed to it. I've been a bit curious ever since you told me about yourself."
"So if I was to make a pass at you, you wouldn't be mad?"
"No, as long as you promise not to be mad if I turn you down."
"Would you turn me down right now?"
With that, G slid over and sat right next to me. At first, all we did was sit there and look at each other. After a few minutes she leaned in for a kiss. She did it slowly enough that I had time to stop her if I wanted to. I didn't.
The kiss was soft, tender, and very nice; unlike most of the kisses I got from men which were hard and frantic. After a couple of minutes we broke the kiss. We didn't say anything but just sat there smiling at each other. Soon I leaned in and initiated the second kiss. It was just as soft as the first. After a moment I felt her gently probing with her tongue. I opened my mouth and let it in.
I wish the men I had dated would get kissing lessons from G. They usually try to get as much of their tongue in my mouth as they can. G only put a little in, gently running it along my teeth and touching the tip of mine. When she withdrew, I followed with my tongue and did the same in her mouth.
While this was going on, G reached up and put her hand on my side, right next to my breast. I let her know it was okay by reaching down and moving that hand to my breast and pressing. She squeezed it nicely and rubbed it through my shirt. She continued to kiss and fondle me for several minutes before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked. "I don't want to push you too far."
For an answer I stood up and held out my hand. She took it in hers and stood as well. I led her back to my bedroom, turning off lights as we went. When we got to the bedroom, we knelt on the bed facing each other. I took off my shirt and G followed. When we were both naked, she pushed me down and had me lie on my back.
"You just lie there, relax and enjoy," she said. "I'm going to make you feel really good."
She kissed me softly and then planted several more kisses all over my face. Moving down to my ear, she breathed hotly into it and lightly nibbled the lobe. After a few moments she licked her way down my neck, across and up to the other ear where she did the same thing. When she was done with it, she kissed and licked her way down to my breasts.
I've never had anyone pay as much attention to my breasts as G did. For more than twenty minutes she didn't just kiss and fondle them; she loved them with her mouth and hands. At first her kissing and rubbing were soft and gentle, but over time she became firmer with her hands and sucked harder with her mouth. A few times she would nibble my nipples lightly with her teeth. She seemed to know just how far to go and not pass the threshold of what I liked. I was disappointed when she finally left them and went further down my body.
Like you, G also discovered the ticklish nature of my belly button. I'm not sure why but I didn't mind when she tickled me. I think it was that she thought of laughter as foreplay, while you contemplate it as possible mischief. She only spent a moment there, then moved on down.
G knelt between my legs for a couple of minutes just rubbing my thighs with her hands and looking down at my face. I got the feeling she was giving me time to back out if I wanted to, or to prepare myself to go further. I gave her the okay by opening my legs a little further. She smiled big then leaned down and planted a kiss just above my clit.
Sticking her tongue out, G ran it down my outer lip then over and back up the other one. She did this a few times, circling around but not going inward. On her last time around, instead of licking me, she gently nibbled on me with her teeth. It wasn’t quite a bite and she didn’t pinch, but it was enough pressure to really get the nerves going.
Next she put her tongue flat and did a long slow lick the length of my pussy. She repeated this and then reached in with her hands. Continuing her licks, she gently used her fingers to open me up. For each lick I was open just slightly more and her tongue would probe a little deeper. Soon I was completely open and her licks were inside me.
She moved up and licked my clit a few times, sucking on it as well before going back down to my opening. Pointing her tongue, she pushed it as far inside me as she could. She wiggled it around before pulling out and pushing in again. She tongue fucked me for several moments before removing her tongue and replacing it with her finger.
At this point my senses were fast approaching overload. I stopped watching her and lay back to enjoy the feeling. I had been moaning and groaning for a while to encourage her and kept it up. Reaching up I took hold of my breasts and played with the nipples. I didn’t do this very hard as most of my mind was on the wonderful feelings coming from my pussy.
I don’t know how long G licked me; it seemed to go on forever. The combination of her mouth, tongue, and fingers had my arousal growing constantly. I couldn’t keep track of what she was doing, I tried to watch a couple of times but it felt better when I had my eyes closed so I stopped trying. At one point I felt her try to put two fingers inside me, but it had been so long since I’d been with a man that I was too tight so she stopped.
Eventually I felt the telltale signs of my impending climax. I think G could sense it as well because she started concentrating on my clit. This brought me to the edge quickly and then I exploded. With a gasp my body went rigid and I clamped down on the finger still inside me. I don’t know how many times I did this as I soon lost touch with my surroundings. All I could concentrate on was the pleasure that was coursing throughout my body. I even lost track of G.
When I became aware of my surroundings again, I was lying on the bed panting while G was settling down next to me. I looked at her and saw a huge smile on a face that was covered with my juices. I pulled her in and kissed her tenderly.
“Thanks,” I said when I broke the kiss, “that was the best orgasm of my life without a doubt.”
“You’re welcome. I enjoyed doing that to you. It is so pleasurable giving someone else that much enjoyment,” she said.
“Do you want me to do you now?” I asked.
“Only if you want too. I never give with expectation of receiving. I’ve always thought that it somehow diminishes the giving if you do,” said G.
“I think I’d like to try,” I said. “Just give me a few moments to rest first.”
Unfortunately I didn’t get the chance to do her. The alcohol combined with my orgasm had wiped me out and I fell asleep in just a few minutes. When I woke the next morning, G was sleeping next to me; I had my head on her shoulder and my arm over her. I managed to get up without waking her. When I was done in the bathroom I put on a robe, went to the kitchen and made coffee. I was cleaning up while it brewed. Just as I was pouring a mug, G came out in another of my robes.
“Morning,” she said as I handed her the mug. “This smells wonderful.”
“Starbucks dark roast,” I said, “my favorite.”
“Nice; I’m used to paying for mine,” she said with a sigh.
“I couldn’t make it out to the coffee shop if I didn’t have some before I left,” I laughed.
After a pause, G looked at me and asked, “Any regrets about last night?”
“No,” I said, “none at all. You introduced me to a wonderful experience. I don’t know if it will be repeated, I’m still more interested in men, but I won’t rule it out. I will always look back on this with a good memory.”
“I’m so glad to hear that. I’d be very sad if I did anything to upset you. You’ve become a good friend and that is very precious to me.”
We sat there for a few more minutes just drinking our coffee. Neither one of us felt there was anything more to add. When my mug was empty I went to refill it.
“Would you like some breakfast?” I asked.
“No thank you,” she said. “I don’t usually have much in the morning. I really should be going anyways. I have a lot of errands to do today.”
G put her mug in the sink and went to the bedroom. A few minutes later she came out dressed like she was the day before. As she was leaving she came over and gave me a nice hug and a kiss on the cheek.
We never did get together again, although we remained good friends. G started doing more and more work in Europe and eventually I left the agency.
- - - - -
When she finished her story, my cousin looked down at me for my reaction.
“Thank you so much for telling me,” I said. “That was a great story. I’m so turned on right now I’m pretty close to cumming.”
With a big grin, Michelle began to ride me faster. It only took her a few minutes to get me to fill her pussy with a huge load of my cum. When I was done she laid down on me just like the first time. I commented on her not cumming but she insisted she didn’t need to. Eventually I rolled us to the side and we fell asleep in each others’ arms.
The next day we flew home. Like the flight out, the one home was uneventful. The only bad part was leaving the warm Caribbean and returning to the cold Midwest. Everyone back home was very envious of our tans. We regaled them with the tales of all we saw while we were there. Soon the interest died down and everything went back to normal.
At least it was normal to everyone else. For my cousin and me, things were most definitely not normal. We would visit each other at least twice a week, sometimes more. This was the same as before, but what we did together during those visits was not.
Before the vacation my love life had died down quite a bit. Now it was back big time. Sometimes we would make sweet tender loving; sometimes it was hot and heavy fucking. The variety kept it all fresh and new. We were very discreet and nobody ever found out. There was one incident that makes me laugh every time I think about it.
For a number of reasons, Michelle and I had not been able to get together for about three weeks. There were issues with schedules and work, and I had to go to a conference. At the same time, my cousin was under pressure at her shop when two of her best saleswomen gave their notices at the same time. When I got back into town and was able to go visit her, she was quite stressed. As I was walking up to the door my aunt, Michelle’s mother, was just leaving.
After a nice hug for a greeting she spoke. “I sure hope you can get Michelle to relax. Everything I’ve tried has not worked. It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen her this worked up about anything.”
“I don’t know what I can do,” I said, “but I’ll certainly try.”
“I’m sure it will be a big help just to talk with her. She’s always enjoyed it when you two get together.”
I had to repress a laugh when she said that. Going inside, I found my cousin just finishing the cleaning up from dinner. I gave her a big hug which she held for quite a while. I told her to go get undressed as I was there to pamper her. Going into the bathroom, I drew a hot bath. While it was filling, I got a scented candle and lit it. I also set up some soft music. I added some bubbles to the bath and then went and got Michelle.
The tub in my cousin’s house is over sized so it was easy for both of us to fit. I got in and had her get in front of me and lean back. At first we just sat and soaked in the hot water. I listened as she told me about all the problems that had been going on. When the water started to cool, I washed her from head to toe. While I washed her hair, I gave her a scalp massage as well.
We got out and dried off, and I had her sit at her vanity while I dried and brushed her long hair. It took a while but neither of us was in a hurry. I’ve always been a big fan of her hair so I made sure I had it looking shiny and smooth. I then told her to lie on the bed for a massage.
Starting at her neck, I slowly worked my way down. I could feel her relaxing the more I rubbed. At one point when I worked her lower back, she let out a soft moan. As I worked her legs I remembered how ticklish she was and made an effort not to tickle. I took my time with her feet especially remembering her reactions in the past.
I had her turn over and worked my way back up. I was kneeling between her legs as I worked and I spread them as I moved up. Reaching her pussy, I leaned down and gave it a lick. She hissed and opened her legs further giving me easier access. I licked her pussy and clit for several minutes until she was dripping wet.
Kissing my way up her body, I paused briefly at her tits before moving on. Taking my hard cock in my hand, I slotted it in her pussy and pushed in slowly. Watching her face, I could see the pleasure as I filled her. When I was completely inside, she pulled me down for a soft, tender kiss.
“Thank goodness, your beautiful cock is finally back where it belongs,” she said. “Don’t ever make me wait that long for it again.”
“I’ll do my best,” I said. “If we lived in the right state, we could be together all the time.”
“I’ve seriously thought about that before,” she said. “If it wasn’t for how much it would hurt our parents and how much I’d miss them, I’d have moved us by now.”
“I know, I’d miss them too. We’ll just have to do our best to be discreet and keep everything hidden.”
All the while we were talking, I had been slowly stroking in and out. I wanted this to be a long, slow lovemaking, not hard and frantic. It was my aim to give my cousin as much pleasure as I could. Tonight, everything was about her. As I looked down at her, I softly caressed her cheek.
After quite a few minutes, at her urging, we rolled over and she took control. She continued with the slow pace, but the new position allowed her to vary the angle. She also included some sway to her hips to stimulate different areas. I reached up and caressed her tits.
I’m not sure how long we made love, but it was easily the longest session we’ve ever had. It was only at the very end that my cousin sped up to push us over the edge. Eventually I felt the familiar sensation of her orgasm; a gasp, a total body clench, and her pussy rippling around my cock several times in a row. She collapsed onto me when it was over and caught her breath.
When she had calmed down, she realized I had not cum so she started riding me again. This time she went pretty fast to give me what I needed. Only a couple of minutes later I filled her up with shot after shot. We then just lay there in our favorite position, her lying on top of me, for quite a while.
It was getting late so I suggested I head back home. For the first time since we started this, she asked me to stay the night. I had not done this before because it was not normal from before and we didn’t want anyone wondering, but she felt that it would be ok and really wanted to sleep next to me. I was thrilled to stay as I had loved holding her while we slept in Jamaica.
The next evening I had a really hard time not laughing when I got a call from my aunt. She said that Michelle was in a wonderful mood and that whatever I had done to cheer her up I should continue. If she had known what we had done, I’m sure she would not have been very happy at all.
Of course, that reaction would have been nothing compared to what she would have done if she had found out that it was because of me that about a year after we returned from Jamaica, just before she started to show, with a huge smile on her face, my cousin changed part of her shop into a maternity section. As you’d expect, Michelle made those outfits look beautiful as well.
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