Chapter 6: Winter

Two working days later, Julia called me in. I was hoping to screw her again. It was not my destiny that day.

Julia said, “Winter Palmer is a 22-year-old widow. Her husband was killed overseas, and she used the insurance to make a large down payment on a condo with us here. She gets a continuing stipend from the military and works part-time as a server at an upscale restaurant. She says she gets great tips. Having seen her tits in her work outfit, I easily believe that.”

She continued, “Winter has had a real time of it. She is on birth control. Please be your normal sweet self with her. That girl needs something to go right for her. She’s 22 years old and a widow already; damn, that really sucks.”

I asked, “What room is my damsel in distress in?”

She replied, #2067.”

I went to #2067 and rang the doorbell. A short, stout woman opened the door a crack.

She said, “Yes?”

“Winter Palmer? I’m Jackson Reese, the maintenance man.”

I suddenly realized that Julia had not given me a pretext to come here.

She said, “Oh yes. Thank you. Please come in.”

At first, I thought she was stumpy, but then I saw she was not heavy; she was very curvy. She has bleach-blonde hair and green-blue eyes.

She was in a canary yellow spaghetti strap top that probably had a shelf bra inside it. The poor top needed help holding Winter’s big tatas in it.

It came down six inches short of her tiny little red shorts, displaying a soft feminine tummy, and it made me want to run my hand over it. She has a small ring in her innie belly button.

The showpiece was her shorts. They are so skin-tight that her vulva is graphically defined in detail. She has a camel toe to end all camel toes. The only part of her pussy not outlined is her clitoris.

I said, “Julia asked me to stop by. She said you may need a neutral person to talk to. I am sorry for your loss.”

She took my hand delicately and drew me to the couch. She sat down in a way that I saw directly down her top. She had at least six inches of cleavage showing for several moments.

As I took my seat, she sat towards me and crossed her leg. I could see her vulva defined even more vividly this way. I was now much closer. It was exciting to see her like this.

Winter smiled at where my eyes were. She had seen me stare down her top, and she saw I was eyeing her vulva.

She took my hand and said, “Sugar, I know why you’re here. Do you want to dance around, or would you like to fuck? I certainly need it. It’s been a long time for me.

“Ooo boy! There it is. One look at you is enough to melt a man’s heart and stiffen his resolve.”

She glanced down and said, “That’s a good euphemism, honey. Seeing your “Resolve” makes me tingle a lot. Somebody likes me.”

She slid over and held her face up for a kiss. My brain fried when I touched her full lips, and she began our kiss. She has the softest, puffiest, sexiest fucking lips I have ever felt. Winter knew how to kiss, and she sucked me down a dark hole of hunger for her.

I spaced out and became a kissing machine. Every sense was attuned to my mouth. Her tongue was squirrelly and moved in my mouth like a wild thing. I moaned from the strain in my pants. JJ was bent, and it hurt. My balls were sending emergency signals. They were squished and wanted out to play.

Eventually, she leaned back and paused for a second, and I stood quickly to rearrange my hardware. Being the bashful damsel, her hand traced JJ through my pants.

She said, “Can I see it?”

I did not answer with words; I showed it to her. After seeing ‘it,’ she could not stop rubbing JJ. She gently cradled my nuts and ohmigod; her hands are fucking magic. I kicked my shoes off and dropped trous’ as fast as I could.

Her right hand took JJ, and her left went to cradle and massaged my balls. Damn, but her left hand is so gentle with the boys.

I pulled my shirt off and dropped it, who knows where. Winter pulled my cock towards her, and I stepped closer as she fed me into her mouth. She ran her soft lips over my cock head and slurped it, then tongued me. Her mouth is better than a vagina, silky, sensual, hot and incredibly talented. Those big, soft lips are an experience.

If lightning struck me right now, I would die a happy man. I know my eyes got glassy and unfocused there a second when I heard a gluck sound and felt she had taken my cock down her throat. She glucked me a couple more times before drawing back and swallowing some slobber, possibly from her own mouth.

She said, “You taste nice, Sugar. No pee taste?”

“Um, I clean it up after I pee. I know I don’t like the taste of pee myself, but it seems like the right thing to do.”

“I like a considerate, well-hung man. I also clean up after myself. Would you like to taste test my little box?”

“Yes, ma’am, I would like that a lot.”

Winter stood up, pulled her top off, and then shucked her shorts. Her living-room has clothes scattered everywhere. Her breasts are fricken’ fantastic. They thrust out from her chest and turn down an inch before turning up again so her nipples point over my shoulder. Fucking shit they are amazing. Her areolae are very light and around a quarter in size. A medium knobby-looking nipple sits atop each areola.

She sat down and opened her legs. I was instantly reminded that this was no 40- or 50-year-old woman; this hotty is only 22 and is at the peak of health and vitality. I resolved to maintain control of JJ because I wanted a lot more of that.

WOW. Winter’s bush is as bare as a baby’s bottom; her pussy is completely nude. It looked as if she visited the local Brazilian lady like some of the other circle ladies.

I continued to look at her pussy. It looked closed because her outer lips were engorged. Above her lips, her pudenda is very prominent, and I was imagining what it would feel like to dip JJ into her slick puffy cunt; it appears well cushioned.

I got down to pray at Winter’s alter. When she opened her legs wide, what I saw was astounding. Her inner workings are almost a scarlet color, very close to pussy pink. Her little hole definitively looks low millage. I like that look in a girl.

Winter has a welcoming sweet-looking little pussy. If her pussy is half as good as her other lips, I am in deep trouble.

I was in no hurry. I began by faintly licking her outer lips, and she breathed deeper. Watching her chest rise and fall vigorously is incredible.

I licked lightly up and down her little groove. I heard blowing noises and looked up as she wiggled. She was holding her lips in a circle and breathing hard through them as I licked her as softly as I could. Jesus, but is she ever responsive?

I licked, and I licked. Winter started calling me a pussy lapper and cursed as I worked her puss over. I stuck my tongue in deep and searched for her G spot.

She jumped six inches when I found it.

“MOTHER FUCKER! What was THAT?”

I muttered through busy lips, “G-spot,” it came out sounding slurred, like “geee-spplot.”

“God, oh you delicious man, EAT ME! Yes - boy, do you know the way to a woman’s heart. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck, FUCK, fuck - WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa omigod, omigod, there, THERE - hold it there ... UNHHhhhh ... Ohhhhhhhhh ... mmmm...”

She got silent, so I looked up. “Wee doggies,” I made Winter pass out. Knowing the condo’s layout, I went to her bathroom and wet a washcloth.

I wiped off her face and then used it to cool her pussy down and remove some of my own saliva. I had drooled a lot, licking her special spot. I started at her pussy in wonder. I felt movement.