Blonde’s Are More Fun

On of the girls I worked with over the summer was what I can only describe as pink. If she hadn’t been obliged to wear the bar uniform of red T Shirt and jeans when at work she would have been a mound of pink fluffiness tottering around behind the bar all evening.

I started feeling myself imagining what it would be like to have her on my second night. I would never have asked her out she was too obviously straight, it would never occur to her to even wonder about the pleasures of another woman. That made me feel even dirtier and hornier thinking about getting her in to bed.

That night I went to sleep with this fantasy.

. . .

Blondie wasn’t called Jane but I’ll cal her Jane for this story. After work I walked her home to her bedsit, helping her avoid the drunken tourists trying to remember which hotel they were staying at.

She let us in to the flat and I opened the bottle of vodka I had brought from the bar. We sat down and listened to a satellite music channel while getting drunk.

“I need a pee.” Slurred Jane. When she stood up she found her legs had stopped working and only avoided falling onto the floor by collapsing onto the bed.

I helped her into the bathroom and stood her with her back to the toilet. I knelt in front of her trying to unfasten her tight jeans when she moaned gently. I though she was going to topple over but instead noticed a dark patch growing from her crotch. It grew quickly, all attempt at control on Jane’s part gone. I managed to undo her jeans and pulled them down but it was too late, the last few drips were all that landed in the loo when I sat her down.

I looked up at her face. She had gone bright red and the previously cloudy stare was sharper. Embarrassment had sobered her up.

She didn’t have to say anything. “Don’t worry about it.” I said, “I’ll clean you up. Don’t try to get up.”

I ran a bowl of water and soaped up a flannel. I threw her soaked jeans and knickers into the corner and manoeuvred her against the sink where she clung on for support. I felt a bit sisterly cleaning her up.

I asked her to turn around so I could wipe the back of her legs. When I reached the top of her legs and slid the wet cloth over her tight ass cheeks she did something unexpected. Jane thrust out her ass and bent forward opening her cheeks. Her arse and pussy were framed between the two halves of her round backside.

I drew the cloth across her pussy slowly and deliberately, then rinsed it out. Next I soaped it up again and washed her light brown puckered opening. Finally I rinsed it clean and with her still bent over the basin I patted her dry.

Jane didn’t stand up but said “That was nice.”

I knelt behind her and probed her lips with my tongue. “Ahh. That’s nicer.” With that encouragement I licked her outer lips for a while she was relaxed and maybe open to suggestion. I flicked my tongue quickly around her asshole. The ring twitched and tightened in surprise but as I continued to lick her bottom she relaxed and moaned.

I stopped for a moment and Jane stood up and turned around. We walked out of the bathroom and lay on the bed. She kissed me gently for a while and I rubbed her clit gently. She ground her shaven pussy into my hand obviously wanting more. I pushed a finger inside her, then two and fucked her with them until she came.