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Grant kissed another line down, but this time when he got to my waist, he started pulling my jeans down. When he had them down to my knees, I stopped him. I sat up, took off my shoes and moved on top of him. He put his hands on my lower back. It made me arch my back. "You're as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside," he whispered.
I blushed. "You're sweet," I said. After a beat, I added, "And you obviously take care of yourself." When I came back down, we kissed some and he rubbed my back a little. Maybe the difference in our ages was showing, or maybe guys are just so used to having something bounce around that they don't mind. "Tell me what you want next," I said.
"I like what I'm seeing now," he said. He eased me onto my back and kissed my right leg from the knee up to my pussy, then did the same on the left. He licked a circle around my clit, then zigzagged across my lips with his tongue. He caressed the fleshy lips with his fingers before he put his mouth over me. He sucked the left folds in and held them for a few seconds, then did the same with the right folds. I was waving my legs like a dog who's being tickled. He put his hands underneath me and caressed my butt while he probed deeper.
"I want you," I managed to say under my breath. "We connect."
Grant let me out and told me, "We'll connect for real, very soon." He reached down and stroked himself a little.
He put his tongue back inside me and ran his fingers up my sides. When he came back down, he touched a sensitive spot on my hips as well as my walls. "Yes! Eat me, Grant! Eat my pussy! I'm coming! And then I want you inside me."
"I will as soon as we're done with this, I promise," Grant said. He lapped my juices off my pussy as fast as I could produce them. As the last of it trickled into his throat, we heard a rapping sound on the window. I hadn't done much decorating in my cabin, but I was glad Grant had curtains over his windows. He put his robe back on and said, "You might want to cover yourself. Or not, depends on your comfort level."
"I'm not ashamed of my body," I told him. "God made me this way." As he turned around, I thought I saw him making a prayer of thanks in the air. I added, "But I know other people don't feel the same way."
Grant lifted the curtain and said, "I was right." He opened the window and said, "This is a bad time," to the person on the outside.
I recognized the voice. "Trust me, this is worth it." Grant closed the window and went to the back door. After he opened it, he called to me, "I won't tell you what to do, but get to whatever state you're comfortable in" I got off the bed, grabbed my coat off the floor and covered myself.
In the next room, I heard the voice saying, "So after he gave me the receipt, he asked me if I'm a pitcher or catcher. Well, I haven't played softball since junior high, so at first I didn't get it. It turns out he just now figured things out."
Grant told him, "Finish the story later."
A few seconds later, Grant and our co-worker walked in. "Colin! What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Meet my ex," Grant said.
I let the coat go loose. "At least I don't have to worry about you," I said with a laugh.
Colin let out a whistle and turned to Grant. "Whoa! I'd say I came at exactly the RIGHT time."
Grant told me, "You might wanna worry about Colin after all."
"You're not gay?" I asked Colin. "Not that I'd hold it against you, I mean."
"Gay, bi, pan, whatever you wanna call me. I don't worry about labels." Colin said. "I mainly like guys, but girls are fun too."
"I can't argue with you on that one," I said.
Colin turned to grant and practically squealed to Grant, "Holy crap, you got a live one! But you probably knew that."
"No, we were just getting to know each other," Grant sighed.
Colin put his nose in the air and sniffed.