Archive-name: Casual/julie.txt Archive-author: The Bluesmaster (1) Archive-title: Julie I was at a local topless dance bar with a buddy of mine. I was kind of a regular there, coming in about once a month or so. One of the reasons I was a regular was sitting on my lap at the moment. Her name was Julie, and she worked most Saturday nights, which was when I usually came in. Naturally she was very pretty, blonde, tanned, slender, with small breasts (but real and nicely shaped), great legs, and an ass to die for. On top of the very nice physical package she was friendly, chatty and gave a WONDERFUL lap dance. She touched as much as the law would allow, and maybe a bit more. And as time had gone on (this was the sixth time I had come in during the past 5 months) her dances for me had gotten just a little more risque, a little hotter, a little more daring. She let me touch her back quite a bit too, but I was always careful not to go over the line. It was still great. She also gave lip-kisses. Most of the girls would only give you a little nip on the cheek. Little details like that mean a lot to me. Anyway, we were there and my buddy got up to go to the restroom. As he walked away, I sighed, considering the fact I only had $22 bucks left of the $130 I had started with, and observed that it was unfortunate the evening was going to have to end fairly soon. "How come?" Her voice wasn't bad either, not the gravelly, husky female voice that made me melt, but pretty nice all the same. I explained the money thing. I usually got 4 or 5 (3 or 4 from her) dances and 3-4 overpriced drinks when I came in. She knew my limits, but I'd only had two of her dances tonight -- she had been with other customers. She leaned down with her lips to my right ear and pressed her warm soft cheek to mine. I loved it when she did that. She did it quite a bit. "Who says it has to end?" she asked softly. That raised my eyebrows. She never pushed me to haul out my plastic for her, never pushed period. A rarity, and yet another thing I liked about her (you're gonna be sick of all the little details I liked about this woman before I'm done). That left one possibility, one I'd never seriously considered before. It was against club policy for dancers to go out with customers. Naturally the owners were afraid of getting nailed for pimping or something, or even being innocent bystanders in a prostitution scandal. But it sure sounded like she was proposing a little after-work get-together. So the questions were 1) Is she a cop? or 2) Is she a hooker? I craned my neck around to look her in the eyes, and she shifted slightly to help me out. "Care to elaborate on that?" I asked. She smiled impishly and leaned forward. Her hair spilled around our faces and I could smell her breath. It was sweet from the call drinks we'd both had. She touched her forehead to mine and whispered, "You're always really sweet. You're friendly and you don't try to pull a big come-on. I like that a lot. I'd also like to spend the rest of the night with you. No strings, just fun." She leaned back to gauge my reaction. She needn't have bothered. My cock had gotten rock hard in seconds, and as I stared back, trying to formulate a witty assent worthy of James Bond, she pressed her leg into my erection, waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said "I think I've got a 'yes' here." I grinned at her and we made plans hurriedly before my buddy came back from the restroom. To shorten things a bit, let's just say that it required a bit of timing and my dashing about at high speed in my Grand Prix to get me separated from my buddy (luckily he lived nearby) and back with Julie without her fellow club workers noticing. Her apartment was much closer than mine, so we headed there. I was as excited as all hell, but during the short trip alone back to the club, I resolved that since she was giving me the most princely gift of her beautiful body, I had to see to it that she enjoyed this evening as much as possible. It would be my gift to her. We had a difficult time getting into her apartment. We kept stopping every few steps and kissing strongly. For a long time I had desired to *really* kiss her, as opposed to the brief ones we were allowed at the club. She would press her warm body up against mine and move up and down, stroking me with her entire self, while our tongues "dueled like soft, moist sabers" (I've always liked that line). It was wonderful, but I restrained myself as much as possible. Crazy animalistic sex would be great, but it wasn't what I wanted to do for her right now. I wanted to add in a lot of tease, to make her beg for release, to drive her crazy. I'm no Don Juan, but on the few occasions I'd had opportunity to do this in the past, my partners were always VERY grate- ful. Finally, we staggered into the bedroom. She'd lost her top and I my shirt. We flopped onto the bed, still kissing madly, but I'd managed to slow the pace down to just intense instead of wild. Stroking her smooth back, I eased her onto her stomach and moved up to whisper in her ear. "Just relax for a while and let me do the work. Let it be my thanks for your having me over." Yeah, yeah, "having me over" isn't all that romantic sounding, but I didn't want to get really gushy and say "make love", and "have sex" seemed *much* too cold. "Mmmmmm," she purred, and smiled sexily, settling onto the bed with a cute wiggle. I took that as a "yes", as I reached over and turned on a small lamp. The light was subdued but ample. Excellent. I slowly unzipped her skirt and reached up inside it to grasp her firm buttocks, squeezing strongly. Julie sighed and thrust her pelvis gently into the bed. Lifting her midsection slightly, I pulled the skirt off, then quickly removed my own jeans, but left my underwear. Her g-string, slightly damp from sweat and arousal, went next, and she was completely naked. Under the soft light, without the blare of music and flashing flights of the stage, she was even more beautiful. Her skin was tanned golden, smooth and unmarked but for thin strips of pale skin around her hips and upper back, which I knew extended around her small breasts. Her hair was a maize color, darker and richer than the typical blonde, and her face, which I could see in profile, was sorority-girl cute, with the button nose and pouty lower lip. She looked much less wanton in repose than at the club, with her eyes closed and lips curled in a small smile. She wasn't a goddess, but she was very beautiful, more than I had thought. It could have been the head trip I was experiencing, I don't know. I didn't care. I shook myself out of the reverie and began to slowly and softly massage her back and shoulders, occasionally working my way down the jut of of her cute butt and down her legs. Periodic sighs and squirmings told me I was doing things right. It was wonderful, the simple tactile pleasure of running my hands over her skin, which was very warm, softly smooth, yet with the resiliency of good muscle tone and athleticism. I worked at it for a while until she was very relaxed, but I didn't want her to fall asleep on me. Time to try something else. "You like this, baby?" I asked her gently. She murmured an assent. "Good. Now just relax for a sec. I have to get something." I slipped off the bed and hopped barefoot into her kitchen, where I snagged an ice cube (one of the long, thin kind) or three from her freezer, and stuck them in a glass in the drying rack by the sink. Yes, I know, ice cubes are a little cliche these days, but I like a good cliche now and then. All the time if its a really good one. I dashed back to my reposing dancer. "Mmmm, you're back," she murmured drowsily, feeling my weight settle onto the bed. "Now what?" "Roll over, but keep your eyes closed. We've more yet to do." I helped her shift onto her back, and she settled down with another one of those cute wiggles I liked. And she kept her eyes closed, arms folded almost demurely at her belly button. It was a great view, her small breasts barely flattening back against her ribcage. I wondered where to start, and kissed her gently, with just a little tongue, while I did so. It had to be the tits. Grasping the ice cube (ice banana, really) I pressed it firmly into the pinkish nipple. Julie gasped, and the nipple ins- tantly popped erect. Its twin on her left breast followed suit. But otherwise she remained still, except for a slight arch of her back and some shivers. I ran the ice all over her right breast, getting it covered with a sheen of liquid, while she drew her breath in sudden gasps. Shifting to place myself between her legs, which she obligingly spread and then raised her knees, I slipped off my underwear and lay down over her lower body, pressing my lower chest into her sparse, trimmed pussy hair, and took as much of her left breast into my mouth as I could, sucking gently and running my tongue over the nipple. It's spongy firmness was wonderful. She sighed and placed her hands on my head, running her fingers through my hair, her nails on my scalp. I switched to the other tit, and this time stuck the remaining ice in my mouth. The hot/cold dichotomy really got to her, and she muttered, "Oh God, that's good--Jesus!!" That last came when I suddenly increased the force of my sucking tremend- ously, as though I were trying to inhale her tit. I kept it up for a bit while she writhed about on the bed, making small sounds of pleasure, and rubbing her legs along my sides. The skin was very smooth. Leaving behind the reddened, slightly swollen breast, I moved down her body, licking and sucking at bits of her taut skin. I poked her belly button and she jerked, then sighed. "You're making me crazy..." Well, that WAS the point... I detoured around her pussy, coming close but not doing anything more than breath lightly on it, feeling her tense up whenever I'd move closer for a mo- ment. I kissed and licked my way up her perfumed legs from her knees, linger- ing a long time at her inner thighs. Right at the juncture of her leg and hip she kept a small heart-shaped tan mark. She jokingly called it her "heart-on." Silly, but I found it cute on her. I spent a good five minutes suckling on that small area, while running my hands along her torso. She kept trying to rub her moist seam up against my arm, but I only allowed the most glancing of touches. Finally, she groaned, "Oh, please stop teasing me! I need it!" I moved up and kissed her again. "Tell me what you want." "I want--need you to do me. Lick me." "Lick you where?" This shyness of hers was pretty odd, but kind of a turn-on anyway. "TELL me what you want." She swallowed hard and looked me in the eye. "I want you to lick my pussy and suck my clit. I want you to lick me until I come. Please." I smiled, the words sending a thrill through my semi-hard cock. I leaned down and kissed her again, harder. She sighed into the kiss, her tongue thrust- ing into my mouth, her hands roaming over my body, stroking my dick, which I hadn't even let her see yet. She humped herself against my left leg, and I could feel the wet heat of her excitement there. Breaking the kiss, I caught her hands and brought them to my lips for a kiss. "I'm going to make you feel good. But I need your help. I need you to tell me when something pleasures you, or if you don't like it, or you want it faster or harder or softer. Can you do that?" "You like a little dirty talk, baby?" she asked softly, with a sultriness in her expression that had not been there since the club. My shy girl was becoming an assertive woman again. Nice. "Yes, I replied, moving back down her firm belly to her musky womanhood. She spread her legs wider to grant me easier access. Her dancer's flexibility served us well. I looked closely at her sparse haired cunt, with its tender lips and gentle pink coloration, and the moistness apparent around the pouty little opening. Her seam was just as pretty as the rest of her. I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit. "Yes, baby!!" she hissed. "Do it!" Her taste was good, musky and salty-sweet. I made my tongue as broad as possible, and thrust it into her opening. I licked it from bottom to top, going in and coming out, stroking her clit at the top, but not giving it any extra attention yet. Julie moaned and squirmed. "Mmmm. Oh, yeah! Your tongue--go deeper, deeper, please?" I did my best to oblige her. She grew wetter and hotter as the wonderful torture continued making small purring sounds and trying to grind her crotch into my face. She was really getting into it. As I licked, I couldn't help but recall an old line said by the late Sam Kinison: "If you're ever going down on some chick, and you don't know what to do, lick the alphabet! [laughs from the audience] Oh sure, you laugh now, but some day you'll be there, and you'll remember you're ol' Uncle Sammy..." I smiled and licked "J-u-l-i-e" just for the hell of it. I reached out and grabbed another ice "banana" from the glass. I pressed it to her clit and she tensed and twisted, gasping, "Oh!" I slipped the ice into her wet opening and left it for a few moments while she writhed about. Taking her entire clit into my mouth, I sucked hard, flicking it with my tongue. "Yeeow!" she exclaimed. "Do it to me do iiittt...!" She jerked and gasped and then came, shuddering. "Yessssss.....mmmmmmm, yes. Nice, nice." I removed the ice, but kept licking her gently through her come, until the quiverings eased. But I wasn't done quite yet. I took my finger and inserted it into her now very wet seam. She sighed again. "Mmmmmm, give me two." I was happy to oblige, adding the second finger and sliding them in and out slowly. Julie thrust gently back at my fingers. Shifting position slightly, I curled my fingers up and tried to press under the pubic bone, looking for her g-spot. The effect was electric. "Uhnn," she gasped, and her arms slapped against the bed the sheets gripped tightly in her hands. Her pelvis came completely off the bed as she thrust strongly at my fingers. I looked up and her face was a mask of pleasure and sensation as it whipped back and forth. "What are--mmmf--you doing? Oh God, that's wild--ahhh, mmmm, yes, yes." She twisted and came, breasts bobbing sweetly, nipples tensed in pleasure. I kept massaging the area, and added a vigorous rubbing to her clit with my other hand, pinching and rolling it gently for occasional variety. She came again, and then again. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and chest. She squealed, moaned, and shuddered as the orgasms washed over her. I could tell she was becoming super-sensitized. "Enough!" she cried, but I kept going. She bit her lip and shuddered through another orgasm. My God, she was so beautiful, so excited. If I so much as touched my cock I would have exploded all over her. Her body gleamed as she began to perspire more profusely, and strands of dark gold-blonde hair began to stick to her face. It was becoming harder to maintain my attentions through her bucking. Suddenly she rolled onto her side, still humping my hand and then yelling: "Stop, dammit, I can't take it anymore! Ahhhh, oh Jesus, not again, eeeee..." I got off of her g-spot, but continued to move my fingers in out and out, gradually slowing the pace, stroking her sweat-slick skin with my other hand as she began to come down. She twitched and sighed, shivering, still drawing in large gasps of air, but calming down. Her skin was flushed and shining and gorgeous, her face dreamy as the sensations began to ease. I finally stopped and moved up to press myself into her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her soft lips. She responded with enthusiasm, though still with an occasional twitching of her hips. "That was...that was wild," she sighed. "Mmmmm, SO good." "You were beautiful. I liked watching you come." She kissed me again. "Well, give me a second to catch my breath and it'll be your turn." I responded with an anticapatory sound and stroked her pert breasts and cute nipples. We continued to exchange gentle kisses until she pulled away slightly and pressed me me onto my back. She eased her body down on top of me and began to suck gently at the sensitive skin of my lower neck. I felt her nipples press- ing into my chest, and reached up to stroke her hair and the sides of her breasts while she worked on me. After a little while of this she moved down to my nipples sucking each gently. Her hands moved softly over my torso, occasionally moving down for a quick stroke on my cock, which was beginning to firm up again. She kissed her way down my stomach to my rod, which she took in one hand and began to lick up and down. I stiffened rapidly under her ministrations. She gushed saliva over my shaft, getting it wet all over, and took it in, filling her hot, wet mouth. She sucked at my cock, sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down to see her sweet face working my dick. She came off of it and smiled up at me, a small strand of her saliva and my pre-cum linking her lips and the tip. She snared it with her tongue and made smacking sounds. "Yum," she said. "You're sweet." Before I could say anything she went back down on me and I shuddered at the intense sensation. She went fast, then slow, her tongue always moving over me. Julie took a deep breath and then went down, taking me all the way in, not stopping until her nose touched my pubic hair. "Jesus!" It was my turn to exclaim. I threw my head back and my toes curled involuntarily. She went all the way up and all the way down again, slowly, and then pulled off me completely when my dick began to throb danger- ously. "Not just yet," she said with that devilish smile. She kissed and nuzzled at my balls taking one at a time into her mouth and humming sweetly. It was wild and wonderful, and gave my sensitive shaft a moment to come down from its near orgasm. I called her name and ran my fingers through her dark-golden hair. "I love to suck cock," she said suddenly, her voice throaty. "Especially nice sweet cocks like this one." Suck. "I like to feel them throb in my mouth, I like to taste them on my tongue. I like it when they swell up and shoot their come in my mouth." Lick "Do want to come, baby? You want to come in my mouth?" She waggled her tongue at me while stroking my prick. Her raunchy words shot pleasure back into my cock, and I groaned, "Yes, baby, do it. Let me come..." I placed my hands on either side of her chin and eased her back onto my prick. Her dives downward and sucking became more vigorous, and try as I might, the pressure in my cock was becoming too much to hold back. I was thrusting back up into her sweet, lush lips, now, and she was moaning around my cock as she fingered her own clit, getting off on what she was doing to me while getting me off. "Mph," she gasped around my prick, and jerked as she made herself come, and that sent me over the edge. "Get ready," I gritted. "Oh, God do it," she breathed and went back down, sucking strongly. The pleasure was incredible as I felt my cock twitch, and then I was there, thrust- ing deeply into her mouth, coming, spraying her mouth with my sperm, which she swallowed, moaning and sighing happily around my spewing penis... She stayed with me through my orgasm, and I let her stay on me even though the pleasure was so intense as to be almost painful. She cleaned my cock, finally letting it slip from her slick lips, which she licked clean and then swallowed while staring at me lasciviously. I pulled her up to me and kissed her puffy lips, loving the feel of her body on top of me. She relaxed and nuzzled up to me, placing her head on my chest, where I could stroke her and smell her hair, now mussed and in disarray from our sex. She began to idly trace patterns on my chest. "That was pretty great," she said dreamily. Still wiped out from the wonderful orgasm she gave me, it was all I could do to give an assenting "Mmmm-hmmm." "What do we do for an encore?" There was a bit of playful challenge in her voice. She didn't want this night to end any more than I did. I moved one hand down to cup one of her cute little breasts. As the nipple hardened under my flicking finger, I smiled and said, "I'm sure we can thing of all kinds of things..." --