We've both been blessed with long tongues, and one of my favourite pastimes is pushing my tongue into her cunt while she's wearing her silk panties, so they get pushed right in as well. This isn't us but you get the idea.
There are a few blogs and pictures on the web extolling the virtues of cucumber sex, but they are all a bit tacky. That's a shame because a nice cool cucumber, wielded by someone who really knows what they're doing, with a nice handful of thick lube, can drive a woman to a cunt-clenching, nipple-quivering, scream the place down orgasm a quick as you like. I'd had this particular night in mind for a while. I go to a farmer's market every Sunday and their fruit and veg is often the stuff rejected by the supermarkets. The quality is good - sometimes better - but the produce can be misshapen or blemished. So you can imagine what the cucumbers are like. Some have nice curves; some have one end thick and one end thin; some even vary in thickness along their length. When I first saw the bin with these cucumbers in, I immediately thought about what I could do with them. I must have spent 15 minutes searching through the bin, feeling each one, weighing it in my hand, imagining it in Island Girl's cunt. A few people - woman - gave me a look which said they knew exactly what I was doing. Maybe next week I'll see if one of them would like to experience it for real...but for now, I needed to get back to Island Girl. I'd left her in bed, and if I left it too long she'd have her luxury Lelo vibrator out and be asleep again by the time I got back.
This little story happened when I'd been fucking island girl all night and my cock was so sore I couldn't even touch it. I'd left her sleeping in bed about 8.30am and went back to my apartment for some rest.
I'd been home for about an hour, had a cool bath and some coffee, when the buzzer went off. I thought for one moment she'd followed me home. I was thinking up some excuse not to fuck her again, and opened the door slowly, ready to say the lines I had rehearsed in my head, but was taken aback to see a disgustingly gorgeous woman holding a courier parcel.
She could see I was surprised and immediately said for me not to worry, it wasn't a summons or an injunction. We both laughed, and she took a deep breath and let out an uncontrollable sigh at the smell of the coffee. I asked her if she wanted some. Did she ever, she exclaimed.
I realised I had only a towel around my waist and started to excuse myself, but she said that was OK, it was hot and she didn't mind. She wasn't wearing much herself, just some skin tight cycle pants and a crop top. I put some fresh coffee on, and she asked where the bathroom was. I showed her and went back to the coffee.
After about 10 minutes she hadn't appeared and the coffee was going cold. I couldn't decide what to do. She obviously wanted to fuck but I wasn't in a state to do that. I took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door. There was no answer. I pushed the door open and the bathroom was empty, but she'd obviously used the shower. Her cycling gear was in a pile on the floor.
I walked through to the bedroom. Then I remembered - I'd left the latest leopard print lingerie I'd bought for island girl on the bed - a cami and some tiny panties. It had arrived yesterday and I'd only had time to rip open the packaging and have a quick look before leaving. Sure enough the cyclist was lying there waiting. "I thought you'd never come to find me" she said.
I was rising to the occasion, despite the all-nighter I'd just had. But there was no way I could fuck her. I started to kiss her breasts and worked my way down. She liked it all right, and I started to massage her cunt which was dripping. I was just about to reach for the condoms to try and find the thickest one I had when she stopped me. "I like fingers inside me, lots of them."
It was my lucky day. I reached for the lube - not that I really needed it - and this time she didn't stop me. I put a handful on my palm, letting it warm up for a few seconds, before gently starting to rub her cunt. I moved my palm up and down slowly as she started to moan and shake, then slipped a couple of fingers inside. I alternated between her g-spot, then going deep, then the back, slipping out from time to time to rub her asshole. She was shaking and groaning loudly by now.
I took another handful of lube and this time didn't wait for it to warm. I slipped three fingers in, then four, sliding them in and out, going deep and circling her cervix, spreading them out inside her. As she started to come I twisted my hand around and slipped my thumb up her ass and she screamed with pleasure as I moved my hand in and out of both her cunt and her ass, pressing my fingers and thumb together inside her.
She came so hard with my hand inside her I couldn't move, as she gripped with her legs and dug her nails into my ass. It took just three strokes for me to come on to her flat stomach. Even though I'd come five times that night already, the come spurted out onto her in big drops, forming a white pool. I scooped it up and rubbed it into her breasts with my free hand and as I did, I felt her shudder beneath me again and her cunt tighten around my hand. "Put it all in, please" she said. I moved my hand out and quickly squeezed the last of the lube onto it. She was pleading and shaking so I gently made my hand thin, and slid it right in to my wrist, before forming a fist inside her. I opened and closed my hand again and again, exploring every space inside her before making a fist again and starting to move it in and out. As I did she came one more time, stronger than ever, and eventually fell back on the bed, satiated. I slid my hand out and lay down beside her.
Eventually she stirred, saying she had to go make some more deliveries. I reluctantly watched as she put her gear back on and left. But I remembered the courier company name and now I use them all the time when I need something done by hand.
So the last post had to be called the best leopard print ever, because it was the first. So here's another true story from early on in the leopard print experiences. This one's also about Island Girl; I promise I'll tell you about one of the others next time around.
I'm obsessed with leopard print; I think you know that already. All leopard print makes me horny, but the stuff that really gets me off is silk leopard print, so my first search when I go online is always for that, to see who has started a new line of lingerie that I can seek out.
I usually search for bras and panties and on this occasion I found some clingy silk leopard print panties which I just couldn't resist. They weren't your thong/g-string style, thank god, what's the point of silk if it doesn't cling to her peachy butt? These were full panties but so well cut they were like a second skin. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
These panties were available only from a retailer in Europe; Belgium to be precise. And they didn't have an online shop at that time. So I found myself making an expensive call late at night, and trying to remember my schoolboy French, just to get these exquisite panties sent half way around the world. But man, was it worth it.
After my first - failed - experience of trying to hide the stuff, I knew I had to be more careful. It really paid off in the long run, as she surprised me time and again, but early on it was a case of learning how many seconds I had before she came back into the room. It took about 2 weeks before the panties arrived, and when they did my heart was pounding all day. They were wrapped in this extra layer of leopard print silk (I had other plans for that - a real bonus) and were just beautiful. Of course I couldn't hide them in the lingerie drawer - too obvious, and that's where I was caught last time. I had to think of something else.
Island girl lives on her own, and so I knew I could hide them anywhere - no-one else would find them. Now you may think this is a little kinky, but I eventually decided to hide them in a mug in the kitchen. She'd be so surprised. So I did, and then I waited. I waited, as it turns out, for three whole weeks. I thought I'd blown it. I couldn't have been more wrong.
She's asked me to go round quite early one weekday morning to pick her up and take her into town, to work. That wasn't unusual. So I rang the bell, looking forward to the coffee she made so well - with her espresso machine and milk steamer. She was in her robe - nothing unusual about that either, she always got dressed right at the last moment. She opened the door and I went inside.
The coffee smelt good, but it was sometime later that I finally got to taste it. She didn't take her eyes off me as we walked into the living room. "Have a seat" she said, pointing towards her couch. Guests often remarked on the unusual shape of the couch - no back, and some interesting angles - but none of them realised it's true purpose. She'd had it made after hearing about the Liberator range; she'd examined their website carefully and then gone down to her mates at the foam shaping workshop and had one made to "fit". We'd had some great times on that "couch."
So I sat down, expecting her to go and get the coffee. Instead she pulled on the belt of her robe and it fell open to reveal her gorgeous brown body and, yes, the leopard silk panties clinging to her like, well, silk. "I usually put coffee in my mug, but I had to take these out of it first. So what else was I supposed to do with them in the morning - put them away carefully?!"
She walked forward. I'd got an instant hard-on which was painfully pushing up against my jeans. I pulled my t-shirt off as she pushed me back onto the couch and straddled me. I could feel that she was already wet as she slid forward and started to rub herself on my nipple through the silk. Now my nipples are probably my most erogenous zone. I can come just through stimulation of my nipples. So this was driving me crazy and my cock was so tight against my jeans I was worried it might get damaged. She jumped off just long enough to drag my jeans down and throw them across the room. She left my briefs on, saying she liked to see my cock escaping. Jumping back on top she continued to rub my nipples with her cunt, alternating from side to side. I reached up to cup her breasts and started to return the compliment, tweaking her nipples at the same time, then alternating, then rubbing them with my palms.
She started to moan, and leaned back, reaching behind her for my cock which had now completely escaped and was bouncing around looking for something to make contact with. Wrapping her free hand around it, using her other hand to tweak one nipple while she continued to rub the other with her cunt, I started to lose control. The panties were now soaked and slippery as she moved back and forth with perfect rhythm.
We both knew this wasn't going to take long and as I started to spurt through her grip, spattering her back with warm come, she started to shudder, gripping the sides of my chest with her long brown legs. I started to tighten my hold on her breasts - I knew she liked that as she came, feeling her hard nipples in my palms.
Eventually she let go and fell forward onto me. I slid her down so we could kiss, massaging my come into her lower back and peachy butt. It happened so quickly we had plenty of time for showers and coffee before heading into town as planned. I felt spaced out for most of the day but no-one else seemed to notice, not too much anyway, although I saw one of the office girls looking at my shirt a little closely; she'd noticed my still erect nipples and looked at me with a half smile. I reckon there are two types of women in the world; those who have been with men whose nipples are working; and those who haven't. Girls - if you haven't found a man who comes when you suck, bite and rub his nipples, go find one quick. You'll never regret it.
You've been searching for images of shapely women in leopard print? Yes, there'll be a few. But the writing is what you'll really get off on. Read on for a real leopard print experience.
Island girl - you'll get to know her a bit better over the next few weeks - is a tall, brown-skinned, curly-haired beauty with an impeccable English accent, and a peach of a butt. My obsession for the last few years has been to search out leopard print on lingerie shopping sites and auction sites and hide it in her wardrobe, or bedside drawers, or even in the kitchen. We don't live together (otherwise it would be difficult for me to keep the others you'll meet soon on the go) so I have to wait until she's in the bathroom or on the phone, then I scurry away to find somewhere to hide my latest acquisition. What makes this so much fun is I never know when or what she's going to wear to surprise me.
However the first time didn't work out quite as planned. One of my regular searches on these lingerie and auction sites is for leopard print bras. I search for lots of other stuff but you can always guarantee a good bra or two. Early on in this little bit of compulsive behaviour I came across a fabulous bra - by Hestia, silky leopard print but very nicely padded. I couldn't resist it. When it came I nearly came myself just unwrapping it. I was tempted to lock myself away and soak it with cum, but I knew straight away what I really wanted to do with it.
So the next evening I called around at Island girl's place and we had dinner. She went for a shower (she always does before we have sex) and I was sneaking into her bedroom and opening her lingerie drawer to hide the bra when she came in looking for a towel. I was caught in the act - if you can imagine a shapely, brown, naked woman facing me while in one hand I'm holding a leopard print bra and the other is rummaging in a lingerie drawer, and of course I've got a raging hard-on so that's bulging out of the front of my jeans...
She shimmied towards me and swiped the bra out of my hand. "Well what have we here? Some artificial assistance?" with a smile on her face. I was worried that she might be offended because the bra was padded but she seemed to like it. "Very, very slutty." she said, quickly fastening the clip and putting it on.
She went down on her knees straight away and freed up my cock from my jeans. I thought she'd take my jeans down but she said "If I'm wearing something, you can as well. But I want your shirt off." So off came the t-shirt and she started rubbing her bra against my nipples. By now by cock was rock hard and the head was bulging. "I think I know how to use this," she said, lying back on the bed and reaching for the lube. She pulled me forward so my legs were either side of her, my cock standing up over her breasts. She squeezed a handful of lube between her breasts which were pushed together by the bra. Using both hands she gripped my cock and slid it between her breasts. I was shaking now, holding onto the headboard of the bed to keep steady. She moved her hands around to my butt and started to push and pull me backwards and forwards, sliding my cock between her breasts until the head entered her mouth, and then out again. With the bra holding her breasts together with divine leopard print, my cock was completely surrounded by breast and then mouth.
I started to shake as she moved me faster and faster and as I started to come she dug her fingers into my butt and pulled me forward until my balls were against the bra and her breasts and my cock was well into her mouth. She finished me off - not that I needed much by then - with her tongue, moving it up and down and around my cock's head - until I spurted what felt like a gallon into her mouth. When I was done she pushed me away, back through the cleft of her breasts, and gulped down some water.
I was spent and she knew it. She pushed me back on the bed and lay next to me, resting her hand on my shoulder. "You'd better get some sleep; you'll have plenty to do when you wake up to get your account back in credit." I smiled; making love to her in the morning would not be any kind of hardship whatsover.
It speaks for itself. You can have elegant leopard print, crass leopard print, ugly leopard print. But what you can't have is leopard print that's not sexy - all of it is, especially when it's wrapped around a peachy butt.
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