My Feather Girl 02a - Polishing the stone
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.
All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.
Many thanks go to RF-Fast and thor_pf for editing and polishing. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on spell check.
Copyright (c) 2018 by Acup
A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.
The disclaimers have been moved to the end of the story for my ADD readers.
This is the story of a young woman who has been keeping company with a rather pathetic guy who has succeeded in warping her sense of what a 'normal' relationship and sex should be. It's about her finding an average young man and her learning that what she thought she knew really isn't so, then slowly working through to what should be a normal relationship and coming to terms with it. Finally coming to be a lovely woman who doesn't hide her body and eventually begins to enjoy and even revel in being looked at.
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I thought I heard knocking, but I must be dreaming. Then as I woke I realized I was alone. It had all been a dream. Betty was down the hall and it had all been a fantasy.
But as I raised my head I grinned, realizing it was real. Betty's dress was still on the floor. And here she came through the connecting door in a robe with, pushing a cart with breakfast.
Betty let her robe gap open showing her nakedness underneath. I looked from her feet to her face taking her in. She sat beside me on the bed letting her robe fall off her shoulder baring that delicious tit, then leaned across me for a kiss, "Morning."
I put a hand on her waist as she did, then brought it up to cup her tit, "Morning."
I'm yours for the taking Hank. Any time, anywhere. I want you, I think I'm falling... NO, I can't be can I? It's only been a week... but I can't stop thinking about him.
"I tried to let you sleep. I had them deliver breakfast to my door."
"You scared me there, I thought this weekend was a dream and you were in your room down the hall."
Hank is... he's scared of losing... ME?
Betty looked at me, not saying anything for a few seconds, then leaned forward and gave me another kiss, long and soft. "If there wasn't hot biscuits and gravy over there I'd jump your bones mister." She leaned over for another nice kiss, "That and we have to check out in a little over an hour," Grinning as she stood and dropped her robe walking back to the cart shaking her ass with every step.
I groaned, Betty giggled.
Maybe I am...
Naked breakfast is wonderful, but Betty was in an ornery mood. About half way through the meal she just
happened
to let a little gravy dribble on her tit... and left it there for a bit until she
finally
noticed I was staring at her tit and wiped it up and licked it off her finger.
Well most of it, when I finished my meal she came over and sat on my lap putting her nipple in my face. "Honey, would you mind making sure I got all the gravy?"
I think Betty was just going to tease a bit, but I put my arm around her and took her nipple and tit into my mouth and enjoyed myself.
I wish we had time to try the blueberry...
Betty was a bit flushed but grinning when I let her up.
We packed up the last of our stuff, and Betty was setting out her top and jeans, "Hey babe?"
Oh god, why does it make me quiver when he calls me that?
"Yeah?"
I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her back to my firm cock. "How difficult would it be for me to get you to wear your other dress for the trip?"
"Why?"
"You mean beside keeping you as naked and accessible as possible?" bringing my hands up to cup her tits.
OH GOD YES! Play with me, take me, make me yours!
Betty wiggled her butt against me, "Yeah, besides that."
"Well, you look absolutely ravishing in it, and I was thinking about wearing my sports coat and we could look good together."
Betty reached back between us to grip my cock, "Does that mean you'll be packing your shorts instead of wearing them?"
And maybe fuck me over a bench a few times? GOD what kind of slut am I turning into?
I kissed her neck, "I guess I could do that."
"Okay."
I like being naked for Hank, the way he devours me with his eyes, not making me cover up like... HIM!
Now we packed, but Betty draped her dress over her suitcase, staying naked even as she helped me with my jacket. It wasn't until we'd made the rounds in both rooms and were ready to leave, that she slipped her dress on.
In an almost repeat of last night, Betty lifted her dress to sit in the car, and let her strap fall from her shoulder to just above her nipple on my side. Betty was at my side all the way through dropping the car off and checking in at the boarding gate. If I wasn't signing or carrying something, she had her arm in mine pressing that barely covered tit into it, or was pulling mine around her waist. Even occasionally letting her strap drop from her nipple momentarily and blushing and sighing as she let go of my arm to pull it back up.
While we were waiting for the plane Betty turned a bit and leaned back against me, the arm rest pulling my arm up under her tits and making her dress billow open a bit to let me look. After a bit she actually turned sideways in her seat putting her knees over the next arm rest to cuddle against me, letting her dress come waaay up her thighs and making no effort to cover up. If she hadn't turned to the seatback a bit, anybody walking by would have been able to look up her dress.
Mmmmmm, Hank pushing my boobs up, letting him look down my dress, a little more movement and he might even get a glimpse of my puss... IN THE DAYLIGHT!
"Do I need to pull my dress down?" Betty asked quietly against my chest.
"Not for me you don't." I whispered back to her.
I could almost hear her smile, "Good, I like the way you look at me."