It was scorching hot, summer at the beach in the days when being tanned was the thing and gladly-offered sacrifices to get there included baby oil and sweat dripping from everywhere.
She’d walked out of the surf topless earlier in the day, I had watched her striding towards me up the beach.
I felt, for the first time that I can recall, unbridled lust as she came towards me. A punch in the stomach so strong that had I not already been lying down, I would have doubled over with the power of it. If I had been able to see my own expression, I suspect I was open-mouthed in wonder and awe, licking dry lips, and refusing to blink in case I missed a single movement of her body.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Long limbed, lean hipped, athletic and strong. She loped in long strides, completely comfortable in her body, her tiny waist flaring into wide shoulders, and perfect breasts that I both envied and admired.
Her mouth widened into a smile when she got closer and could no longer pretend that I wasn’t staring at her. Her teeth flashing, her canines adorably crooked, and she cocked her head in amusement as she neared, becoming self conscious under my gaze.
She stood over me then, laughing, shaking the cold salty water out of her hair like a dog, the droplets landing on my heated flesh, I felt them sizzle on my hot skin. I laughed also, she made me happy.
Now we were in a hot room, she was lying on the couch, naked, legs splayed, we had been kissing and touching, forever it seemed. It was too hot for kissing, mouths slippery from sweat and saliva, the heavy humid air making everything languid and slow and wet. Exclamations of “It’s too hot for this!” punctuated the sound of breathlessness and sighs, and we would nod to each other and continue.
A cold mandarin straight from the fridge, I placed sections on her body and lick-sucked them off. She stretched luxuriously, making small sounds as the coolness hit her skin. I moved down between her legs, parted them further, she lifted a little towards me and I blew hot breath on her wetness. She sighed. I parted her pussy lips and manoeuvred a slice of cold mandarin to fit snugly between them. She laughed and tried to sit up to look.
“Stop moving,” I said.
She stopped, lay back down.
I stroked the mandarin with a fingertip, pressed it more tightly against her, then licked at it, my tongue just touching her lips. She shifted a little. I played my tongue around the fruit, and against her, tasting both. Slipping my tongue between her labia and the cool citrus, one side, then the other, gently grazing her clit with my lips. Trying to use my mouth to envelop the fruit within her labia, make it disappear, the orange against her dusky flesh so pretty. I played my mouth around her until the mandarin was heated by her pussy, was no longer cool.
Then I finally pressed my lips more tightly against her pussy, her hips lifting up to me at the increased pressure, I sucked the entire slice into my mouth. I grinned up at her as the juice slid down my throat. She made a face at me.
I grabbed another section of cool sweet mandarin.
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Nicely done Ferns. You always paint such wonderfully descriptive word pictures. I never knew that eating fruit could be so hot.
*smile* Thanks.
I’m thinking of pitching it to the network, you know, for advertising.
“Eat more fruit!!”
Ferns
Going to the fridge for a mandarin right now… It just won’t be the same.
You know what’s so amazing? How beautifully mandarin slices *fit* between the pussy lips, all snug and pretty.
Yummy…
Ferns
God DAMN, girl! *fans self*
*… fans Lily also…*
Ferns
when you wrote (near the end): ” as the juice slide…”, you meant slid?
Nice descriptive piece!
Oops, I did, thank you for pointing it out!
I’m glad you liked it.
Ferns
*Dumbstruck*
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*Still Dumbstruck*
*smile* A wonderfully expressive (and silent) reaction, thank you!
Ferns
And they do say that we must all eat fruit at least five times a day.
*smile* At least five, yes.
Ferns
I’m just thinking about your pussy.
*laugh* Okay…
Oh wait, there’s more…
Ferns
Hello Ferns. Yes I’m just thinking about pussy. Sugar or syrup can cause itching pussy. Apparently it is something to do with yeasts. Yeasts are everywhere and anywhere on our skin where it gets wet. Mandarins come in syrup. So I normally drain the syrup and add some cool, fresh, natural yogurt and no sugar. This is to protect my partner’s pussy. Swimming in the sea salt water is also protection and good to cool off.
There are sweet English strawberries in the market today.
Thank you for your post. It’s all dirty. No I mean it’s all sweet. And wet. And sticky. And sweaty. And salty. And hot. Whew.
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If any of you girls do feel worried by any of the issues raised by this comment, just bring your pussies and come to me afterwards. I’m not a gynycologisist but I will (trust me) have a fucking good look.
Doctor Satan DB.
“Thank you for your post. It’s all dirty. No I mean it’s all sweet. And wet. And sticky. And sweaty. And salty. And hot. Whew.”
Thank you, all of those adjectives fit nicely!
And thank you for your kind concern and doctorly advice for my pussy and in fact, all ‘girls’ pussies (though you might want to call grown up women ‘women’, for future reference, especially when referring to their pussies, which you were). It is much appreciated.
Ferns
Oh my my that is just……………. oh my my
Loved it
Coug
*smile* I’m so pleased you loved it!
Ferns
Haha. This is why I dreamed about mandarin oranges last night. They weren’t quite as hot in my dream as they are in your memory though. I believe I prefer your version.
*smile* Well, I’m glad to have weaselled my way into your dreams with my luscious fruit.
Ferns
Ah, Ferns. You know better than that. Many more parts of you than your fruit have weaseled their ways into my dreams.
*smile* I am sneaky like that, with the weaselling and the finagling…
Ferns
Thank you,
Yes Ferns you are a woman.
And I am a Doctor.
Doctor Satan DB
PS.
My examination slab awaits you.
How do you spell gynycologisist?
Dr. S.
“How do you spell gynycologisist?”
Not like that. I’m beginning to think you aren’t a doctor after all!
Ferns
I am completely caught up and just rereading now. I’ve just read through YEARS of your life in a week! How does that feel?