Chapter 9
Keri Gives Mick A Tour
It was late May and I came back from practice to Keri's house to find Sarah and my love sitting at the kitchens breakfast bar. They were, of course, nude, and both had a slight sheen of sweat on them.
"Hi girls, what's up?"
"Hi Mick," Sarah smiled.
"Hi hon! Nothing." Keri turned her head, and her wonderful breasts, in my direction.
Now I will tell you straight up front. I am a guy. On the physical side, in general, I love women's bodies. On the practical side I love Keri's body. Her ass was maturely spread on the kitchen bar stool. It was as firm as a 50 year old ass could be. Her breasts hung down as any large, fully formed breasts should. They were supported by strong shoulders and the underlying musculature.
As a coach, my brain is wired to always examine why things happen. When I watch football I always look at why a wide receiver was open not at the catch. I look at why everything happens. So of course, I was wondering how two sweaty women and the reply "Nothing" went together.
"Is it just me or are you two beautiful women sweating?"
"Mick! Beautiful women don't sweat, they glow."
"OK! You two are glowing and look marvelous. But what caused the glow?"
"We just worked out, silly."
"Worked out? Where?"
"In the workout room."
"You have a workout room?"
"Mick! WE have a workout room. This is your home too, you know."
"Pardon me. I'm new here. I did not know that WE had a workout room."
"What?"
"Keri, you know you have never really showed Mick around the entire house. I mean he has only seen the yard and one side of my apartment. He has seen the office and the basement leading out to the yard. You spend all of your time in bed or on the couch. Heck he has only been in the formal dining room once."
"Mick! I'm sorry. I'd not even thought about it."
"No problem, I'd not thought about it either. I guess that I still haven't come to grips with this being my home and not your house."
"And you are so polite that you would never wander around someone else's house. Well let's fix that right now. You go upstairs and get comfortable and I will give you the royal tour."
"I'll make you a meatloaf sandwich to take on your journey!"
"Thanks, Sarah. Just ketchup, please."
"You got it."
Keri hopped off of the stool, her wonderful breasts flying around in all directions. The skin around her belly button jiggling around and drawing my attention down to the shine of sweat on her beautiful deep black, tightly curled pubic hair. She took me up in her arms and gave me a big wet kiss, crushing her tits against me and grabbing my ass.
"I'll have the sandwich ready, IF you ever cool off and come back downstairs."
"Sarah! I'm not that hot."
"Keri, you are way too hot!"
"I am not!"
"You are pretty hot, hon." I quietly injected.
"Hush!"
"Yes mam."
"Now, Sarah you make the sandwich. I will go with Mick upstairs and help him get comfortable and we will be back down SHORTLY."
"Whatever you say, Boss. Mick, regardless I will have something for you to take on the tour."
She smiled and reached over to scratch and itch on her left tit, causing it to jiggle deliciously and drawing my eyes to the movement. Tits really are like lazar pointers.
"Mick! Follow these please."
Keri took her large and wonderful breasts into her hands and lifting them to my face.
"Follow me."
She backed out of the kitchen and I followed her tits with her hard brown nipples pointing at me. We got into the living room and she giggled, dropped her tits into a pendulous swing and took me by the hand. She leaned against me and hugged me as we walked up the steps; her fabulous tits bouncing and swinging with each step.
We entered the guest bedroom that I stayed in when I slept here and I stripped quickly, with help of course. Keri pulled my pants and underwear down, pausing to look at my penis. She opened her mouth wide and moved like she was going to engulf my entire package, but at the last instant she changed to a pucker and gave a tiny soft peck of a kiss on the tip.
She pushed me onto the bed and pulled off my shoes and socks and pants and underwear. I pulled my polo shirt over my head. Taking my hands she pulled me to my feet, kissed me on the cheek, wiggled her nipples against me, took a hold of my penis and led me to the shower.
She turned on the water and when it was the right temp she entered and pulled me in behind her, by what had come to be known as my "love handle". She quickly washed me, not dwelling too long between my legs or at my ass. She washed my face and moustache, turned me to rinse me off and then handed me the soap.
"Here your turn."
I took the soap and the washcloth and began to wash the sheen off of her. I washed her back and butt and down her legs. I turned her and washed my way back up her front. I brought her curly ebony pubic patch to a fully foamy mass and used that soap to wash up her stomach. When I got to those magnificent tits, I just had to slow down and take my time. I gently soaped up each full globe and used my fingers to make sure each nipple was particularly clean.
Holding one between my thumb and finger and used the other hand to clean under and around each succulent nipple. Moving slowly, I took the time to feel each and every bump of the surrounding areola. After what seemed like forever and with Keri showing very obvious sign of arousal, I moved to her neck and armpits and arms and each individual finger.
Then for some reason I lost my mind. I scooped up a handful of soap from her pussy and covered my chest with it. I took hold of Keri's head with both hands and pulled her face to my chest. Sharing my loss of sanity, she began making noises as she motorboated me. We broke out into a crazy laugh and wrapped our arms around each other.