I sincerely apologize for taking so long to write the end to this story. I'd never even meant to make it a two-parter -- I was just so tired the night I wrote it, the very night that I saw the girl who inspired this little fantasy, that I figured I'd pick it up the next night. Months later, here's the conclusion.
The moral of the story? I shouldn't write multi-part stories.
Enjoy.
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When we reach my bedroom I pull her to me for another kiss. I can feel her writhing in my grasp -- not because she wants to get free, but because she's grinding her crotch against mine again, feeling my hardness through her jeans.
I gently lay her down on the bed. She's already undone her jeans, so all I have to do is slide my hands up her perfectly curved hips and slowly slide her jeans down. As the jeans come off, they reveal not a pair of pink panties -- to match the already discarded shirt and bra -- as I had expected, but a pair of silk, see-through black panties that have a damp spot right in the middle. I wonder briefly what she was thinking when she put on this amazingly sexy underwear this morning. Does she just like to wear sexy underwear? Does it make her feel good? Did she know that she was going to go home with some random stranger? Or had she come into the bookstore specifically for me? Had she seen me in there on another night and decided she was going to come back and have me? Or did she wear them for her boyfriend, who's right now wondering where she is? Each possibility excites me more and more.
I reach up and caress the damp spot, rubbing my finger against her slick pussy lips through the thin fabric. She moans, a low, sexy sound that makes my cock twitch, and squirms a little.
I start slowly kissing my way up the inside of her thigh. Her skin is so soft and smooth. I love the way it feels beneath my hands, beneath my lips, beneath my tongue. I kiss and lick my way up towards her pussy. I try and take my time, to draw this out, to make her even crazier with desire than she already is, but I'm pretty crazed myself, and it's not terribly long until I'm planting little kisses on her damp panties. I nuzzle my nose against where her clit must be beneath the thin fabric as I kiss and lick her pussy through the panties. She's squirming even more now, running her hands through my hair, spreading her legs as wide as they'll go.
I lift her ass up just a little bit and I slide her panties down. Her bare, beautiful pussy glistens there right in front of me. Pink, shaven, and perfect. I give it a long, slow lick, from bottom to top. She shudders.
I give her another lick. And another. Soon my tongue is slipping inside her, at first just teasing her, darting in and out, but it's not very long before I've got my face pressed up against her crotch and my tongue is lapping at the inside of her pussy, as deep as I can make it go. She tastes so good. I can't get enough of her. Her legs are up over my shoulders, her ankles crossed and her heels resting on my back. My hands are on her hips, holding her steady, while her hands are pressing on the back of my head, urging me on.
"Oh fuck," she gasps in a sweet, breathless voice, and I realize this is the first thing I've actually heard her say. "Ohhh fuck, yes. Yes. God, yes, don't stop. Fuck, yes, yes, yes. Mmmmmmmm God, yes, oh baby, you're so good, that feels so good, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop ..."
