Dani Returns!

College isn’t for everyone, and Dani has decided it’s not for her. I had arranged to pay her fees and give her a living allowance, She already cooks to a very high standard and this was only really to give her a formal qualification. Anyone who hires a chef based on paperwork isn’t worth working for, and neither is anyone who couldn’t let her cook a test meal and then turn her away because she didn’t have the paper. Whatever…..she’s home! 

It’s not considered good form (apparently) to open the front door and tear the clothes off the person standing there, although I admit, the temptation was terribly strong. 

Hugs? Of course. Tidal wave in panties? What do you think? She looked, felt and smelled good enough to eat…and that image didn’t help me either, since I had every intention of eating her! 

In my den Alice brought us coffee and made a hasty tactical withdrawal. (With a dirty little grin on her face). Dani sat on my bean bag chair, showing me just enough white panty-crotch to do me no good at all. 

We chatted, she told me about being taught how to boil water…..and other stuff that assumed she knew nothing whatsoever….and then unloaded on me how, on week 2 they were asked to prepare anything they liked. Dani went into, “Anna has surprise dinner guests mode and produced a four-course Michelin-standard dinner for two"…..which seriously pissed off her instructors who, it appears, have given her shit ever since. (Retribution will most certainly follow.) 

Then the silence. That awful, tangible, tingly silence that precedes sex. Dani broke it first. “Yes, I want to as well….but I’ve been travelling all day, and I spent the last two days packing up my room. I haven’t showered I’m afraid.” Dani sweat, mmmmmm. “And I’ve lived in the same undies for two days too.” Oh my! It must be my lucky day. 

“Well…. I'd better let you shower then.” I followed her to her bungalow, carrying one of her holdalls. (Or trying to. God, this girl is strong!) In her bathroom, she stripped off and so did I. “I thought you said you’d let me shower?” So I did….but I never said I’d let her do it alone.

Up close and personal, Dani did smell sweaty, but I love that! Girl sweat….girl cum too. It was with regret that I turned the water on and rinsed it…or some of it…away. Then the soap, shampoo and conditioner and my fingers exploring her all over again. She’s lost a little weight, but gained some muscle tone. 

As my fingers massaged her, the tension of the last few weeks seemed to melt away, and a new kind of tension replaced it. This was a rising expectation….a rising need and desire….one I was very familiar with. 

Dani began pressing herself against me and her breathing deepened. 

You’d be proud of me. I didn’t plunge three fingers inside her and bring her off in a matter of seconds. Instead, I edged her for as long as was humane, before sinking to my knees and extending my tongue. Choices, choices. Do I finger her off….or suck her off? Or both? 

I couldn’t resist her scent…or her taste. My long tongue played with her clit and two fingers found her g-spot with my fourth finger sliding around her bum hole! The moment I felt that tiny, pre-orgasmic flicker of her bum hole, I let my finger slip inside.

Dani grabbed my hair and pulled me to her while pressing her crotch forward at the same time. Dani came into my mouth and onto my fingers, and the release was immense. It seemed to last for a long time too. 

Finally, I detached myself from her and kissed her lips. “Mmmm….I love my own taste, but……..I love yours more!” 

Dani sank to her knees, and I leaned back against the shower wall and spread my knees wide apart. 

Oh well…..it’s a tough life!