3 comments/ 54836 views/ 7 favorites A Last Unveiling Ch. 01 By: Selbryth It was definitely the way she looked. The first time Tim saw Adrianne, he thought it was that tall, slim actress from Meet Joe Black - Claire Something. When she stood, she was tall enough, slender enough, long legged enough, but when she walked toward him, he knew it couldn't possibly be her. Nobody that beautiful would want to approach an overweight, 42 year old, nearsighted accountant. She smiled at him though, and it was enough to get his prick rising fast. "May I sit with you?" she asked, and Tim nodded. It was all he could manage. She sat, and then he remembered he should have shot to his feet and pulled her chair out for her, but she didn't look concerned with that. She introduced herself and started asking Tim about himself, and her voice, the low, soft, warm tone of it, captivated his heart. Her beautiful bare shoulders and the plunging neckline of her short dress captivated other parts of him however! Then she asked if he were married or had a girlfriend and Tim admitted he had neither. No prospects either. He told her no one ever really noticed him, never got close to him and never made him feel as comfortable talking as she did. That last part Tim instantly regretted saying, knowing it sounded foolish. But the girl didn't seem to hear it. She just sat there across the table from him, gazing into his eyes the whole time; a small, subtle smile on her lips. Tim knew that nothing could possibly happen, none of his fondest fantasies at any rate - not even giving her a shoulder massage or foot-rub - but it was nice to actually have someone sitting there, listening to him. But as he gazed back at her his mind did much. He imagined her topless. Her beautiful face and long neck swept down to her incredible shoulders and then below. Just like that actress, she had small bosoms, very slight - just mounds really - and he liked that. He'd seen earlier that her waist was very narrow, her hips smooth and sexy, but not overly wide. And the slinky dress she had on left nothing to the imagination anyway, as far as overall contour was concerned. He imagined her naked, smiling like she was, warm and friendly like she was, but with her eyes fixed on him and her smile widening as he came out of the shower and approached the bed. He blinked. She had just said something. "Hm?" "I asked," Adrianne whispered, leaning forward over the table, "...if you would like to come back to my place...." Tim was instantly depressed. She was nothing but a hooker. Nothing she said, no interest she shown in him, had been genuine. He knew he never had a chance with someone that beautiful, but he could have gone on quite awhile fantasizing if she hadn't popped that one particular question. Wanting suddenly to go some place and cry, he took a breath and popped his own question, just to end things the quicker. "How much?" he said, smirking, but the girl's eyes widened in surprise. Then the lower lids came up in a pained, hurt expression. "...I'm not a prostitute." she stated, and started to get up. Tim now wanted his heart to stop so he could die and be done with it. "I'm," he began. "So terribly sorry! It's just that someone as beautiful as you - how could you be interested in someone ugly like me?" The girl stopped and turned. She was tall and gorgeous, with long legs and a terrific ass. Tim wished he could remember her just that way and not remember everything else that was most likely going to pour out of her mouth - not without justification, of course. Instead the girl turned and sat once more. "You're not ugly!" she hissed at him, her eyes flickering left and right, conscious of the rest of the people in the crowded bar, but then her smile returned. "I mean I have to say it's a backhanded compliment to be called a professional, but...I live alone like I said. I was alone and felt lonely and stupid and ugly and unwanted, and--" "--Wait now," Tim interjected. "You - ugly? Are you kidding me? Unwanted? How can you even say such a thing? You're like this incredibly beautiful woman - who looks like that actress What's Her Name - and...how could anyone not want you?" She glanced nervously away, then down, her smile gone. "I just am." she whispered. "That's the way I feel. But I saw you, and thought you looked friendly and so I came over. I mean, I don't need money that badly, you know? My apartment's not big, but it's neat and clean and nice. And...I just...well, I didn't want to spend tonight alone, is what I guess I'm getting at. And the other thing is, even if you are married or have a girlfriend or whatnot, I don't really care, you know? I mean, I don't expect anyone to want a relationship with me. I just...need to be with someone...." Tim knew if the conversation went on any longer, he'd spurt in his pants. Just that simple. To hear such soft, earnest, self deprecating words coming from such a beautiful mouth was heartbreaking, but more, it gave him hope that perhaps things might work out. He leaned forward, put his hand lightly on hers, and nodded. Ten minutes later they were leaving the crowded, noisy club together, hailing a cab, and heading back to her place. That first night Tim got to see just about every part of the girl's body, and every part was as delicious as he'd imagined. She was so silky smooth all over, so curvy - so gorgeous - he nearly ejaculated three times before she had even gotten on the bed with him. Just seeing her undress was excitement enough, especially when she removed her shoes and stockings and then her bra. Her legs, her feet were the kind he dreamed of, in shape and proportion and overall look. And then she was crawling toward him on hands and knees wearing just her G-string and again he thought he was going to burst. He'd wanted to give her a shoulder massage or a foot rub, but she had denied him that, telling him to just sit and let her do everything. The way she'd said 'everything' had made his dick stick up in his BVDs, but now he didn't have them on and his dick was simply sticking up. He felt a pang of unease; he wished he were better looking; he wished he had a bigger cock; he wished he wasn't so overweight and flabby. But then she was there, sitting on his thigh, long legs wrapped around him, kissing him. And the way she sat, his dick poked right up against the underside of her right thigh. He thought he was going to soak her right then and there, but then she giggled and pushed him back and got off to the side. She went back to kissing him and when she began kissing his chest, he turned and looked at her body. Her tits were so beautiful. So flat but beautiful and shapely now that she was leaning over him. Her nipples were hard, hard like fingertips, and the rest of her! His eyes ran down her curving side, over her ribs, over her hips. She was kneeling, leaning over to kiss his belly now but the fear of exploding the moment her face got too near his cock was overcome by the interest he had in her legs. Her thighs were smooth and creamy soft; he found this out by running his hand gently over the one nearest him. But it was firm too. Firm and shapely and smooth. She stopped kissing his ribs and looked back at him, grinning ear to ear. Then she went back to kissing and he went back to looking and touching. Her calf was the same. Long and beautiful and silken. Her ankle was narrow and the foot attached was so gorgeous he had instant thoughts about simply putting his dick on it and rubbing back and forth on top of it until he came. He'd dreamed of something like that, imagined and fantasized about it for years, and now...it might just happen. But now the girl's soft, kissing lips were down past his navel and Tim knew he was going to spurt prematurely and ruin everything. Things always got ruined that way - if they ever got that far. Twice it had gone off unexpectedly and the girl he'd been with had chuckled sarcastically and gotten up, gotten dressed, and left. But this girl suddenly lifted up, moved down, and then bent over again to kiss his thighs! It was as if she knew! Tim breathed a sigh of relief but his eyes now welcomed a sight of a slightly turned-away Adrianne; an angle which allowed a partial view of her lovely ass - and the bottoms of her feet! Staring, he could not help but smile. Her feet looked soft and sexy; no tough skin or thick calluses. He reached out but couldn't quite touch them, and so satisfied himself with just looking. It was nearly enough. But then her lips brushed down over his ankle, his right one as she was on his right side, and then touched his instep. He thought he was going to spurt straight up in the air - perhaps leaving a wet mark on her ceiling from the expected force of it - and quickly tried to move his foot away. Her hands caught it and held it down, and she continued silently licking and kissing his foot until Tim had to sit up. "I'm going to come into thin air if you keep that up," he said softly, and she stopped and looked back at him. Now that he was sitting he could see her back and shoulders as well as her hips and ass and soles, and for a moment he decided he could look at that particular combination of things for the next ten years. She smiled back at him over her shoulder. "Sorry," she said. "I...just got carried away. But if you did come, it wouldn't be so bad, would it?" "But then I wouldn't be able to please you," Tim argued. "You've already pleased me," she said, and Tim also decided that he could very easily fall in love with her. Then she turned her head, opened her mouth and pursed her lips down around his great toe. Tim fell back gasping. He put a forearm over his eyes. He opened his mouth wide and gasped again. His heart raced, his dick throbbed, and then the girl, the wonderful, beautiful lookalike to that actress, went to his second toe, then the third and fourth and fifth, and then went to his other foot and started doing the same thing! It was pure torture, but Tim loved it. The hardest part was just laying still and not doing anything, but finally he lost that battle, reached out, grabbed Adrianne's left foot and hauled it toward him. He heard her giggling, cursing, felt her trying to pull away, but then he got her own great toe in his mouth and sucked it, and she made a happy squeaking sound, gasped, and then moaned softly. It was the kind of sound that drove Tim crazy, and so he, now with the advantage of a more or less shivering, compliant girl, rolled over, got his feet out of her reach and started to work on hers, intending to pay her back fully. He wanted to see how she liked being brought to the verge of orgasm with all this foot-stuff, or at the very least to see if girls were even able to get that far. None of his other attempted relationships had ever gotten that far. As he licked the inside of Adrianne's right foot, he recalled a blonde he'd found himself in bed with a year or two ago. She'd had such pretty feet, really sexy and shapely, and he'd started kissing them and licking them and she'd giggled and laughed and gotten out of the mood. She'd called him a weirdo and left, and though he almost never saw her at work and quite hated her in a way, he had masturbated almost every night while thinking about those feet of hers and what he'd done to them. But these feet were far more fetching, more alluring, way more appealing. They even smelled nice. Something sweet and flowery. He wondered if this girl had sprayed some lovely bodyspray all over her when she'd been getting ready to go to the club where they'd met, and even the thought of her standing naked, spritzing herself - her feet especially! - made his erection flex. The question really was, what sort of woman put perfume on her feet knowing that no one would smell them? The fact that there was a wonderful scent there meant she had thought about, or hoped for, someone doing this exact thing to her! And that made him smile around the toe he happened to be sucking on at the time! Adrianne squirmed, gasped, moaned. She seemed lost in her own world of erotic tension and release and Tim was happy to be a part of it. But he wasn't through experimenting. After half an hour of giving both of the girl's feet a complete tongue bath, he began licking her ankles and then her shins and calves and then her knees - front and back - then her thighs. The way the girl squirmed and moaned was the most arousing thing Tim had ever experienced in his life; no woman had ever responded to his touch this way - quite the opposite in fact. But this one seemed to love everything he did! Then the moment of truth arrived. He wondered if it would be too forward of him to simply pull her sexy G-string down and bury his face in her snatch, or if asking permission would ruin the mood she was obviously in. He wanted to eat her - more than he'd ever wanted anything - but...how to get started? That was when Adrianne's thumbs came down and slipped under the filament which held the front and back panels of the G-string together. She looked about ready to shove them down in complete and total submission to the anguish she so obviously felt, but then she stopped and raised her head. "God, what am I doing?" she asked herself. Tim looked up from where he still had his lips planted on her smooth left thigh. He raised his eyebrows at her. "No, I'm so sorry, Timmy," she said to him. "I have...I've got a yeast infection...it'll be gone pretty soon because my doctor gave me some medications, but...I can't let you eat me or anything...you shouldn't even get any on your fingers...." Her face was a portrait of ultimate frustration, but Tim only smiled at her. "Just lay back sweetness," he cooed at her, and her expression suddenly warmed. She looked surprised that a man would be so understanding. "Really?" she asked, and Tim nodded. She smiled happily and lay back again and Tim went on kissing her, avoiding her crotch completely, and by the time he was dabbing his tongue into her sexy navel, she was in a state of total ecstasy again; writhing, gasping, legs scissoring in and out. She looked about ready to explode and Tim promised himself that he would be the one to make that explosion happen. He licked and kissed every inch of the girl's body, even stopping before he got to her tits to roll her over and work his way up the backs of her legs, bypassing her ass, and then up her spine. She was so close to the edge that by the time his kisses reached the nape of her neck, she was breathing so hard and so fast it was as if she'd just run a couple of miles. Then he rolled her over again and went to work on her tits. He licked and kissed them and her arms slid back behind her head. He licked her smooth armpits and she arched up, nipples extended, and then he sucked those taut little points and she shivered, gasped, and shook all over. She made gagging, desperate sounds, saying she was coming, and Tim felt overjoyed with what he was doing. She twitched and jerked several more times, breathing so deeply Tim wanted to go back and trace each rib with his tongue, and then she lapsed into a quivering, semiconscious state, murmuring things to herself as her body continued to twitch. Tim finally sat back, enjoying the sight, loving the end result of his work. He had totally and utterly satisfied a woman so beautiful, the thought of ever actually even meeting one such as this had never honestly entered his fondest fantasy, and yet, there she was, the spitting image of that actress, laying there squirming in total contentment from what he'd done to her. He thought to masturbate right then and there - things could not possible have gotten any better. He looked down in his lap. His thing as so hard it was beet red. Veins were prominent. Pre-cum ran down from the uncircumcised head like a river, making his scrotum glossy. He wondered idly if this same part of him would ever find its way into this gorgeous girl's anatomy and then shrugged: it didn't matter. Not when he'd been able to bring her to this point. He looked up at her; she was still breathing hard, nipples still jutting, sweat making her body shimmer slightly. He'd done it - made love to a girl and totally satisfied her, not even spurting off too soon and wrecking things. She'd enjoyed everything he'd done, even those things considered 'weird' by others. He smiled and looked down at his erection again, reached for it, but then felt the bed move and suddenly found an eagerly nodding head in his lap and his cock completely engulfed in Adrianne's hot, wet mouth. Still on his knees, Tim leaned back and looked down at the rapidly rising and falling head of the girl, felt her tight lips around his rigid pole and felt what had always been his nemesis - ejaculation - rising up and up to the front, literally. Things were about to go beyond the point of no return when the mouth lifted off. He sucked in his belly to see; Adrianne was looking up at him, smiling; his wavering hard-on right between her eyes. Then she licked it, her tongue running up from the base to the tip on the underside. Tim almost spurt again, but she stopped after three such strokes. She took a deep breath and sighed contentedly, Tim did the same, grateful for the pause, but then, without warning, the girl took his cock all the way in her mouth again and started sucking up and down eagerly! Tim lay back. He couldn't watch. It was far too erotic to watch those beautiful lips all puckered up like that, but even harder to watch knowing it was his own dick they were puckered up around! The feeling was incredible, and moments later he was right at the verge again. And again, the girl stopped to give him a rest. "...you're so beautifully hard!" she whispered intently, grinning past his own dick at him. He smiled back, and lay his head down again. She was a demon, he was thinking now, sent to torture him; to bring him just to the edge of orgasm and then deny it to him, giving him a smile instead. But then she was licking the underside of his cock, and then running her tongue lower, down over his cringing balls and then only halfway up the shaft. Then she was licking only his balls, and then her tongue began concentrating on only the two or three inch area behind his balls, where a pussy would be, had he had one! The feeling of overflowing, of shooting up, of gushing through barriers began in his deepest place and started to rush up and out. She kept licking him there, licking his pseudo-pussy, and then it happened: without anything actually in contact with his flexing dick, he came. He felt the first spurt as a prickling pain almost, such was the force of the ejaculation - and the endless time since the last. Then his cock was undulating, spitting out everything it had, while the girl kept her head down, eagerly tonguing that same, featureless spot between his thighs. She went on until Tim was nearly spent, and then stopped, caught his cock in her mouth and sucked up and down on it for the remainder of the climax, swallowing his jiz, sucking more out, and using her lips to squeeze and coax. When it was done he could barely move, such was the completeness of his pleasure. Tim fell asleep afterwards, not realizing it at the time, but he awoke with a warm body next to him under the covers. In a moment he realized he was not in his own bed, remembered the girl, the face, the tongue and toes - everything. He stirred and she turned over and smiled at him as her eyes opened sleepily. She sat up and yawned, stretched, and gave Tim good reason for a morning erection - in the morning light she was even more beautiful than ever, even with pillow imprints in her cheek, her hair tangled and her makeup off. He kissed her on the mouth and she responded, and a moment later his hard-on was safely in her right hand, being jerked off. He wondered, as he was made to lay back, if he really wanted a girl to jerk him off. She was sitting cross-legged facing his side, leaning over and staring at what she was doing - and looking so happy about it he didn't want to disturb her - but he...wished there were some other way for him to come. He thought of fucking her in her ass, but didn't know if she would like it. Not every girl did. He thought of her hot mouth again and knew it wouldn't be bad to orgasm first thing in the morning in such a lovely mouth. A Last Unveiling Ch. 01 But then he was starting to come. He could feel it. It wasn't as strong as the night before because before last night he hadn't climaxed for nearly a year. He'd been on a 'sex strike' all by himself, and the breaking of that fast had been almost too much to endure. But now he gasped and the tremor started easily. In moments he was spurting out all over her working hand and she was making happy, surprised, admiring sounds all the while. "Ouuu, there's so much!" she said with glee. "Look at it...all gooey and thick and wonderful and yummy...." Tim lifted his head to watch the girl masturbating him, playing with his sticky issue with fingers of her other hand, and then taking a little on her fingertip and touching it to her tongue. She turned, smiling, licking her lips. The sight, of the lookalike to that actress, smiling at him while enjoying the taste of 'his' semen, made Tim's heart skip a beat. But before anything else could happen, before he could even reach out and touch any part of her, she came and flung herself fully on top of him, giggling happily and hugging herself to him with arms and legs. He decided he wanted to go visit her physician to find out the EXACT number of days her pussy would have to remain off limits, because he didn't think he could go on much longer without fucking her. Tim had to get up and go to the office after that, and he got her phone number and left. That whole day was spent in the clouds, with Tim floating from thought to thought about Adrianne, fantasy to fantasy and smiling at the fact that many of the things they'd done had been realizations of fantasies. He even visited the bathroom to jerk-off in one of the stalls after lunch. He thought of her in her G-string, long legs and the rest of her body completely bare, thought of how it was to kiss and lick her feet (and not just fantasize) and then he was spurting down into the clear, clean toilet water, gasping but holding the noise down so nobody could hear. He came out of the bathroom wanting to hear her voice and called her on the phone. She answered and said how much she missed him and how much she needed to see him again. It was arranged that he should come over right after work and when the time approached of the end of the day, he could barely sit still in his cubicle! Adrianne met Tim at the door barefoot and with nothing else on but another beautiful G-string. She looked and smelled freshly bathed and with a smile so warm and inviting, Tim had a boner in under a minute. Even after having thought of her all day long he found the sleekness and beauty of her form so inviting, it was as if he'd been thinking of someone else all day! Then she went to her knees, unzipped his fly, brought out his stiff dick and took it all the way into her mouth. She began sucking slowly back and forth and Tim had to catch her head and make her stop. She looked up smiling none the less. "I've thought of doing that all day long!" she said, and then she pushed the erection back down through the fly and carefully zipped it up again. She took Tim's hand and led him into her living room, sat him on the sofa and curled up against him. He lay his hand on her leg and ran it slowly downward, appreciating the satiny smoothness and softness of her skin. She sighed contentedly and remained sitting there, effectively giving herself totally to whatever Tim wanted to do. He realized this, cherished the thought that any woman would do such a thing for him, and put his hand on her foot and rubbed it gently, feeling the bone structure, the muscles, studying how perfectly formed and shaped it was. The thought of what he was doing, the realization of it, added to the actual sensation, had his prick standing on end in his trousers. If he had his way at that moment he would unzip himself, hold both her gorgeous feet side by side and simply rub his cock against them until he spurt. Then he wondered if indeed she was allowing him his way. To see, he slid off the couch, pushed her back when she began to follow, then captured both her feet and held them together in one hand. With the other he freed his erection and then moved in on his knees and put his dick on the tops of her feet. He pulled back and pushed, enjoying the erotic tingle he received, and then stared down at the contrast of his dark red dick and her pale while feet and started to really and truly fuck them. The girl sat back in the sofa, pointing her feet to give Tim a smooth surface to use, and soon his own pre-cum was wetting everything and the initial sticky skin-to-skin friction smoothed out and became wet and slippery. She put her hands on her boobs and squeezed, sometimes running her hands down her sides and then back up, her head fell back against the seat cushions and she seemed to fall into an enjoyment of what was being done to her which rivaled what had happened the night before. But then Tim had had more than enough stimulation and thought and visual and audio input. He started to come all over Adrianne's feet and kept thrusting and letting his dick spit out its pleasure. Jiz dripped and oozed between her feet, dripping off down on the carpet, on his trouser legs, and then she started to jerk and twitch as her own pleasure erupted, and Tim decided that the next time he would wait for her to start orgasming so he could watch this sexy sight while he came himself. Still, it was more than anything he'd thought about all day, and when it was over, Adrianne started to get up to get something to clean up with and Tim stopped her. "Allow me, m'lady," he said with a sweep of the arm and a bow at the waist. Her eyes lit up and her smile broadened. Tim stood on rubbery knees, pushed his withered dick in his pants and zipped it, then went to the kitchen and brought back some paper towels. He knelt before her, feeling like some prince about the place the ruby slipper on the princess's foot, but before he could use the paper towels to clean off everything that had just come spurting out of him, the girl grabbed her left leg, pulled her foot to her mouth and began licking it clean and dry! Tim gaped. Adrianne did this to both feet and then took the paper towels from Tim and finished by drying her feet, tossed them aside, and stood. He was face-to-crotch level for just an instant, but in that instant, he thought of simply grabbing her and burying his face in her pussy. He didn't care about the yeast infection any longer. He just wanted to eat her and that was all. But then she turned and stepped way, padding softly into the kitchen and calling out from there. "Cherry Coke?" she said, and Tim nodded. She came back with two ice-cold cans and sat with one leg crossed over the other. Tim remained on his knees, gulping Coke and sneaking glances at her legs and ankles and toes. He knew he would have to fuck these charming feet again some time, but also knew that the girl hadn't quite come as hard or as long as the previous time, and that he wanted to fix that. Even during the dinner which she had cooked herself, Tim had thoughts. He was down to his underwear now after a shower, and she was still in her sexy little G-string seated opposite him. The table top was of clear glass so he could simply stare through the clear cobalt blue dishes, through the clear table and see her pretty legs and it was quite distracting. And each time she would get up to fetch another course of the meal, he would watch her ass swaying and wagging as she walked. She had a model's walk, but not as forcefully pronounced; it was more the way a gymnast walks, and Tim adored it. He thought it quite the cutest walk he'd ever seen in a woman, and knew that, at least with her, even her walk would be something possible to masturbate over. After dinner, during dessert, Adrianne slipped her right foot between Tim's thighs, toes pointed and brushing his dick through his shorts. He nearly spit up his apple pie and when he looked, she was grinning at him devilishly, still wriggling her toes against his now firm erection. He reached down to capture her foot and she yelped and pulled away, but he caught hold of her ankle and held her foot there while he brought his dick out and pressed it against the underside of her toes. He started thrusting and moments later Adrianne started to press her toes back and forth against his bulging cock head in counter rhythm to his stokes, and when he realized she was into it and not likely to try to escape, Tim let go and simply enjoyed the feeling of her soft toes against his dick. When he ejaculated a few moments later, his semen flushed the spaces between her toes and ran down the top of her foot. She hadn't been close to orgasm, but when Tim looked, she seemed quite satisfied with what she'd done. She gave him a wink which told him of other things yet to be done that night. Simply seeing her walking back and forth from the kitchen to the living room was enough to make him hard again. He'd lost his under shorts and now lounged nude on the sofa while she brought back soft drinks. Like him, she forwent any alcoholic beverages. But then she brought brownies, and then went for her cigarettes, and each time Tim's eyes studied every sway and slide and muscle movement of her walk. She came back and sat opposite him on the sofa, finally seeming finished with what she was doing. (continued) A Last Unveiling Ch. 02 And yet he still looked at her. The reality of her sitting there, wearing nothing but her G-string, could still not make him believe that she was anything more than a dream. She had dialed the lights down low so there was a slight dreamlike quality to everything, but even so - how could he be this fortunate? His eyes wandered down her leg, her ankle, lingered on her foot, and then watched as she, realizing where he was looking, raised that foot off the floor and brought it into reach of his hands. She brushed her toes against his thigh, and Tim snatched her foot up in his hands and feasted on it. Adrianne giggled at first, a short burst of happiness and surprise, and then she leaned back against her arm of the sofa and held her leg up. She began squirming - it only inspired Tim. He began sucking her toes one at a time, pursing his lips tight as her lips had been tight around his dick the previous time, and he thought her response was the same. Then it was on to her other foot, and when he was done with that, he leaned over and began kissing and touching and licking her shins and then knees and thighs. He wished again that she was over her infection so he could taste her between her legs; the last secret hidden by that skimpy little triangle of cloth. He kissed up her inner thighs and decided that he would pull her G-string down this time; not to actually eat her pussy, but just to look at it. But in that same instant her left hand came down and covered her crotch, pressing down, pushing. Her pelvis started lifting and undulating and Tim decided that maybe an upclose view of the girl masturbating would be worth the wait. He kissed her thighs and watched, and then noticed that her chest was heaving, lifting, arching and he got off the soft onto his knees and moved sideways to sample whatever else of her not still off limits. Adrianne's left hand remained over her crotch but her right arm now came up, cocking behind her head. Tim ran his tongue over her smooth, sweet smelling underarm and she gasped. He watched her nipples crinkle up harder than they already were and turned and began sucking them, first the right - nearest him as she lay lengthwise on the sofa - then the left. Her whole body was moving, her legs spreading and closing anxiously, her feet pointing and toes spreading, her hips twisting and turning, and all the while, her left hand pushing and pressing on her crotch. Then her mouth was open, gasping. Her tongue was out. Tim went to her, sucking her tongue between his greedy lips, his own lips smearing against hers now. The kiss lingered until he could no longer breathe, but then a hand captured his erection and began instantly jerking on it. It made him gasp, at least giving him one lungful of air before anything else happened. He looked down, adored the sight of her pale hand on his dark red shaft, then went back to kissing and licking her nipples. He wanted to fuck her. He didn't care where any longer. He loved the careful but eager way she was masturbating him but wanted more. Much more. He sat back on his heels to catch his breath, her hand sliding helplessly off his dick. His heart was racing, his breath still fast and excited, but the view of her, still squirming in erotic agony didn't help his heart rate. He thought that in truth, the real woman - the actress Adrianne was a virtual twin of - could not possibly have looked any more desirable or exciting than this girl. If they were placed side by side, he knew he would still choose Adrianne. Now her hand reached out, grabbing futilely at thin air, searching, and Tim rose up on his knees and put his dick within reach. She found it, pulled it, and he had to follow. She began pulling him toward her head and Tim decided that he wanted to spurt in her mouth again. He would watch from above while her side-turned head went back and forth and it would be wonderful. Instead, the girl guided his dick up against the satiny surface of her armpit and pressed it there. Tim inhaled, thrilled at the prospect of doing yet something else he'd never done and began to thrust right there where she wanted it. His pre-cum lubricated things nicely and then he was doing it - screwing her sexy armpit. The load Tim gushed was not very big, but larger than he ever expected. The girl gasped and moaned when she felt his jiz squirting against the sensitive skin of her underarm, and her body jerked and twisted and shook as her own orgasm hit her. Tim could hardly believe it all, but the pleasure, the release was incredible. He pushed and pulled, his half-hard cock now lubricated by his own juices, and when the storm passed, he slumped over her, still breathing hard. "...my god you are so wonderful," Adrianne breathed. She reached up to where Tim's dick was still undulating, touched it, rubbed the semen around, and then traced a slow, sensuous line from the base of his organ to his belly. He tightened his stomach muscles as much as possible, but he knew he was the only one concerned with his flabby belly; she really didn't care. It made him smile. Adrianne fell asleep after that and Tim sat back on his heels, then crossed his legs to watch her. The thought came to mind that he could at least have a secret peek at her pussy while she slept, but decided it wouldn't be polite to do such a thing and so just sat there in the dark, watching her, looking at her. Despite his recent ejaculation - and that having been not the only one that day! - he found himself hard again and this time took his cock in hand and started to masturbate, letting his eyes travel where they might. When he came there were only a few drops, but the pleasure was almost as intense as at any other time with this wonderful, charming, absolutely beautiful young woman. Sleepy, Tim curled up at the front of the sofa and fell asleep. When he got up the next morning, Adrianne, fresh-faced and smiling, knelt before him in a light blue terry robe, holding a steaming cup of coffee out to him. "I'm getting used to the cute sounds you make before you wake up," she whispered. "So I hurried up and made you some coffee...." Her knees, and a good bit of thigh were showing as she knelt there geisha-like, and Tim wanted to just push that pretty robe up and make love to her legs - just her legs! A quick glance at the clock told him it was time to get ready and get to work, so he sipped his coffee, trying to decide if he could afford to be a little late. He found himself gazing at her knee and smiling. "You're going to get in trouble!" Adrianne sang, and then her song turned into joyous laughter as she was pushed playfully back on the carpet and her robe was spread open. She clamped both hands down over her white cotton panty-clad crotch, clamping her thighs together, but Tim didn't bother with trying to open them or get at her pussy; her beautiful bare legs were more than enough to enjoy first thing in the morning! Weeks went by and Tim was beginning to enjoy the fact that he never got to fuck Adrianne in her cunt. It was almost a sensuous torture in a way, but with all the other outlets totally available at the same time. He lost count of the blowjobs he received or the number of times he masturbated over her while she slept. She jerked him off more times than he could remember but also began using just her pretty feet to do the same thing. He did however fuck her tits, her armpits, the backs of her knees, her navel - just about everywhere else. But then there came a night about which even a passing memory, would cause an instant erection. "I actually asked him," Adrianne whispered, blushing. "I went right up to my doctor and asked if...I could have...you know...anal sex." Tim stared. He thought his mouth fell open but he couldn't be sure. The girl's face, filled with embarrassment and self doubt, then changed - as a cloud flying over the grass, letting the sun shine down. "...Sooooo...." Tim sat and watched as the girl turned and pulled down the back of her panties, revealing what he had long imagined. Her ass was incredible! He reached out then checked his hand. She was looking over her shoulder at him and smiled at his response. "It's okay, you know," she said invitingly. "I want to be touched there. By you....' Tim smiled up at her and finally placed his fingers on the smooth, soft cheeks of what she had presented. She made a soft hissing sound as she inhaled deeply. She was on her knees and now lifted up on them, back arching, head falling back and her long hair reaching almost down to where Tim's hand was. He ran his fingers delightedly over the globes, then down the crack. He remembered it was 'anal' sex that had been mentioned, and so pushed a finger carefully in between her buns and found her pucker. He pressed against it and she gasped. She bent at the waist then leaned all the way over, sticking her ass out at him more, and Tim hurriedly wet his finger in his mouth and put it back against her hole. He pushed and felt it squeeze and then relax. He pulled it back and this time touched the tip of another finger to his stiff standing cock, getting it wet with his pre-cum. Then he touched that slickness to her hole and pushed, and his fingertip disappeared inside her. She moaned. She was slick inside, just past the opening. He pushed more and more of his finger disappeared. "I put some stuff in me," she cooed softly. "I don't...ouuuu...." Tim stopped pushing his finger in to allow her to talk. "...I don't know if I got it even...maybe you could put something inside me and rub it around a little...?" It took Tim a moment to get what she'd just said, and when he looked up, she was smiling coyly at him. All three times Tim came that night, it was in Adrianne's ass. The first time had held a certain sense of wonder for him - it was the first time his cock had been inside her body - other than her mouth of course. He had come in only minutes but he had made her come seven separate times. She had been on hands and knees, her butt held up high for him, her one hand instinctively covering her cunt, but seeing her like that, from above and behind, it was easy to imagine he was fucking her in the pussy. He could see the pale curves of her torso, waist and hips, her beautiful legs to the sides, her anxiously tossing dark head. It was too perfect, too sexy to resist and he spurt so much into her it began sputtering back out and leaking down her thighs. The second time, after dinner and after almost an hour of her licking and sucking his dick as her 'dessert,' she'd done a sexy little lap-dance for him and wound up sitting down on his dick and riding him up and down. Again he had a lovely back view of her and it was perfect. He especially loved just running his hands down over her waist and hips as she rode him hard. The third time she lay back, completely naked, her hands covering her off-limits pussy, and Tim had taken her in the missionary-position. Her legs had wrapped around him, her ankles crossing behind his neck, and he had leaned over and felt very manly and virile indeed as he screwed her. He loved the idea that she was so turned-on she had to keep her hands on her pussy, both of them working and kneading what they hid. She came when he did, and for almost another twenty minutes afterwards Tim kissed her legs and ankles until well after his limp dick squeezed out of her. He lay beside her and fell asleep, and when he awoke there was Adrianne again, bathrobed and grinning, handing him his coffee. Their morning kiss nearly turned into another hour or two of lust, but Tim knew, as they both did, that there was time enough for that. Smiling, he left her apartment and headed for work, looking forward to that night when he would again be with her. But the smile was more because he had just realized that, without really deciding or having a particular time line involved, he was in a relationship. And that he was truly in love! Tim's customary four o'clock phone call to Adrianne was met with a strange tone and then silence. He dialed again, got the same result and finally called the operator and found out that the number had been disconnected - by customer's request. Tim knew it had to be a mistake. He hurried through his work and then asked to leave early. Speeding through traffic to Adrianne's apartment, he avoided, by luck, three separate accidents, and then was in the elevator, looking anxiously at his watch as the floor numbers ticked by. Adrianne's apartment door was ajar when he approached it. Workmen and maintenance people were going in and out. He looked in; the apartment was empty - vacuum cleaners were whining, glass was being cleaned. He stopped one worker and asked the whereabouts of the tenant and found that Adrianne had gone, with no forwarding address available. Tim turned and wandered back to the elevator. He felt as though he had died, or some nightmare and taken over his dream. He wondered if he were really there at all, or if he were dreaming even this part. He pinched his arm to make sure and then was riding down in the elevator and standing facing the street, watching the traffic go by, wondering what had happened. It took him fully ten minutes to come back to himself but another five to remember where he'd parked, and that night sitting alone in his own apartment he realized how alien his own place actually seemed - having not been there much in the last weeks. He ordered out for pizza and when it came he thought he'd ordered Chinese, and then ate, half in a daze, his mind filled with thoughts of Adrianne. A month went by, then two; still no word, not an email or any other sort of clue as to Adrianne's whereabouts. He gave up expecting any and went back to the drab grind of his job, grateful for the chance it afforded him to not think about her. But every night he would masturbate over her, remembering her face, her laugh, her smile, her body. With this one girl he had lived out all of his fantasies, and now he was alone again. Most times after ejaculating, he would cry and fall asleep. Meet Joe Black was on one night when he happened to turn on the television and he saw the face of the actress and immediately changed the channel. He had not seen the actress much recently, but now that he did, he was reminded how much Adrianne actually looked like her. Again he ate supper alone, watched the news on a 'news channel' which would be certain to not have actresses he would recognize, and fell asleep after jerking off again. A month or so after that, he was preparing to take his yearly vacation and knowing how much he would have loved going on vacation with Adrianne. He packed light, knowing he could buy anything else he needed and in fourteen hours was on a far off tropical island, realizing he could have gone twice as far and not gotten an inch further away from his memories and sadness than he was back home. Still, the beach was beautiful, the hotel comfortable and the food great. The second day Tim put on his baggy swim trunks and went out to get some sun. He no longer concerned himself with how he looked or how little of a tan he had - being with Adrianne, even for that short time, had encouraged him, had made him know that there were people in the world who cared about things other than physical beauty. He simply didn't care if he was attractive by the world's standards or not; at least one woman had found him so, and that was more than enough. Two bikini-clad young women glanced at him as he strolled by, and Tim could see their expressions. One whispered to the other and they both laughed. He grinned at both as he passed by, then said, loud enough for them to hear without turning, "...like I give a good fuck about you either, you little shits!" It was more than satisfying. "Aw you old, fat prick!" one of them shouted back, and then there was the sound of laughter which was suddenly silenced by what sounded like an open hand striking a face. Tim turned. One of the girls cowered, rubbing her reddened cheek, while a third confronted them. She was tall, slim, a bit older, but not by very much. The first girl's friend took several steps back, then came back and grabbed her friend's elbow. Both went running off and Tim decided to go and thank this stranger for the support - even if he hadn't asked for it. She turned and he nearly fainted. "God I thought it was you!" Adrianne said, coming up to Tim with arms open and a big smile on her face. She leaned to kiss him, but Tim pulled back. "That's...why I was trying to catch up, I mean." Adrianne's tone and expression were subdued now. She took a breath, sighed. "Yah it's me," Tim said. He attempted to sound mean and nasty but knew he sounded only weary and sad. "Look, uh--" "--No," Adrianne broke in. "I...I just didn't want to...do anything to hurt you. I had to go. I really did." "Why?" "'Why'?" she asked, and she seemed to be unsure herself. "I'm...just not right for you, is why." "You have someone else?" he asked, and she shook her head. "You uh, want to go somewhere not so out in the open, to talk?" She nodded and they began to stroll side by side along the walkway. Tim glanced sidelong at her and knew he was hopelessly in love with her. But then he caught her glancing at him and their eyes locked for a moment. They laughed nervously then looked away. "...how can you say you're not right for me?" Tim finally asked. They'd made it to the sand and it was hot under his feet. He looked at Adrianne and she was gazing out at the distant waves. "...just because." she said. "I'm a certain way...and nothing can change that." "You don't like relationships?" Tim said. "Is that it? That's it, isn't it? Well we don't have to 'go' together or anything. No marriage. Nothing. I never asked--" "--I know you didn't, Timmy," she said. "And it's not that at all. I've always dreamed of a relationship - a long term one, but--" "--But I'm not so good looking and...I can understand that," Tim said. "I mean, you could be a model or something; you're just so totally beautiful, you know?" Tim instantly realized that what he'd said embarrassed both of them. He sighed. "It's not even that," Adrianne said softly, knowing what he'd said wasn't simple fawning, or an attempt to win her back. She knew him too well for that. "It's just that--" "--What?" Tim interjected. "I'll do anything. I don't care what it might be. If it's not me, then it's you, and I'm just saying I don't care about it, whatever it is!" Adrianne had run out of ways to say what she meant to say. She smiled at Tim, reached out and took his hand. She pulled him close and kissed him on the lips, then moved back and studied his eyes. Tim stood, allowing her to look. He had nothing to hide and didn't even want to appear to be hiding anything. He smiled back. "...I want you," was all she said, and she turned and Tim went with her to her room. It was dark even being the middle of the day. The shades were drawn tight and the air conditioner was keeping things nice and cool. Tim stepped in and Adrianne shut and locked the door. She stepped out of her slippers and strode up to Tim and hugged him. She kissed him with a passion months old but as vital as this one single moment. Their tongues touched. Tim inhaled, enjoying the familiar scent of her perfume, her skin. He sucked her tongue, tasting a long forgotten sweetness. He pulled her tight against him, remembering how her boobs felt as they flattened against his chest. Adrianne smiled at him when the kiss ended, then quickly took her top off and flung it aside. She stood with just her skimpy bikini bottoms on now, and Tim looked down at it then raised his eyes to hers. "You...okay now?" he said, breathlessly. "I mean, your..." Adrianne nodded, smiled, and went to the sofa. She sat in the same way she'd always sat and Tim joined her. She placed both feet in his lap and nestled her heels into his crotch. His cock responded by lifting up even harder than it had been, and before he could make a move to pull his trunks down, Adrianne withdrew her feet, tucked them under her and leaned forward. She expertly fished his erection out the leg hole of his shorts and put it in her mouth. She went all the way down on it and held it in her for a moment, using her tongue to rub the sensitive under-seam of it, making it even stiffer. Tim gasped, leaned back against the arm of the sofa. It was like so many other times. He looked at her through the gloom, her creamy shoulders, the up-and-down movement of her head; he remembered the feel of her tight, wet lips sliding up and down around his dick. He knew he could hold off coming - she had helped him learn how. But as she leaned further down her bikini-clad butt came into view. The tiny piece of fabric covering the inner portions of her cheeks infuriated him! He had had enough. He lifted her backward under her shoulders and she knelt there, a quizzical expression on her face. A Last Unveiling Ch. 02 "Lay back, will you?" he asked, and she looked doubtful, almost scared. But then she nodded and did what was asked of her, her hands instinctively covering her crotch as she did. But Tim was done with it - all of it. He kissed her thighs as he'd always done, her knees, but as he straddled her feet, he knew the time had finally arrived; he might never get this change again! Without warning, he hooked his fingers under the hip band of her bikini bottoms and pulled it down. She squealed, but it was not in delight as he'd heard so many other times. It was in sheer panic. She fought to push his hands away, but Tim yanked, she finally gave in. Feeling victorious, Tim inhaled a deep lungful of Adrianne's sweet, sexy scent and lowered his mouth to her crotch. His lips, expecting a soft bed of neatly trimmed pubic hair, bumped instead into something small and long and fleshy. He raised his head and looked down at the miniature penis and small scrotum her hands had always hidden from his view. He glared up across the feminine belly, between the lovely pair of tits, looking for the eyes - the eyes which had so easily teased and fooled him! Instead he noticed the chest shuddering and heard the heartbreaking anguish of the girl's weeping. He could not see her face - her head was tilted back and an arm lay over her eyes - and he was glad, glad that she had not seen how angry he had been. The rage faded quickly as images flashed in his mind - memories, and happy ones. He looked down at the withered thing laying upward against her crotch. The crotch itself was neatly trimmed, the 'V' shape adding to the femininity of what he was seeing. Now the girl's fingers were reaching down to cover herself. Tim knew a moment seemed too long and that in that moment everything would be lost. He wondered if he could lose this, lose what he had with this...person. More thoughts flashed through his mind as those fingertips slipped down and down to hide the shame of this...creature. Woman, he corrected himself. No other term fit. This was a woman. He remembered how they had made love, what it had felt like, the tension, the wonder, the release. He remembered the sounds she made, the jokes, the smiles, how achingly beautiful she was. These things he would lose in another instant, and then and there he decided. Lowering his head again, Tim pursed his lips and kissed the tender cock before Adrianne's hands could conceal it. He kissed it again and felt it pulse with excitement. It started to thicken. He lifted his lips and kissed it nearer the base and it began to lift up. He pulled back and looked at it. It was so small it could easily be thought of as merely a clitoris, and as he looked at it, he saw the beauty in it, the womanly quality. It stood up harder, half erect now, and Tim reached his tongue out and ran it upward from balls to tip. There was a soft gasp, as much for pleasure as in surprise. He looked up and Adrianne was looking down at him now, her eyes filled with that wonder, that hope. Staring straight into her large, warm eyes he licked her thing again and she jumped a little but started to smile. "I had to show you, but didn't want to," she whispered. "And...you don't...care?" Tim shook his head and now reached up and got the entire penis in his mouth and began to suck on it slowly, steadily. Adrianne, gasping in surprise and pleasure, lay her head back. Her knees came up and spread wide. She grabbed her knees and pulled them to her shoulders, and Tim knew that somehow - perhaps by her subtly hesitant movements - she had never opened herself up this much before. He stopped and got on his knees between hers. She looked up, still uncertain but starting to realize that perhaps things were not as she had feared. She pressed her toes into the cushion of the sofa and lifted herself up, and a moment later, using some thick, silky lotion from a bottle on the coffee table, Tim lubricated the girl's ass and pushed into her. He fucked her like that - in missionary position - for nearly twenty minutes, and just before he gasped and came inside her, he felt warmth spurting up against his abdomen and watched as the girl - this very special, beautiful woman - squirmed, gasped and cried out in complete and utter relief; the expression on her face showing that it was obviously a seldom (if ever) enjoyed form of release. The feel of her squeezing anus, her sheer beauty, the sounds she made and the idea that now returned - that he loved her more than anyone in the world - brought him off a few seconds later. Grabbing and kissing one of her pointing feet as his cock continued to empty inside her, he knew that now, now things would really blossom between them - this last unveiling having amounted to nothing at all. END