Date: Mon, 3 Aug 2015 23:45:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michael's Story Part 11

Michael's Story (part 11)

Cheryl Marie was a lovely girl I met in Cincinnati a number of years ago.
Sadly, her life was cut short when she was hospitalized and died from
pneumonia acquired there.  Parts 1-7 of this story are exactly as she wrote
it, except for a few spelling and grammatical corrections.  This and
subsequent parts I write in honor of Cheryl Marie – I only wish she
could have written it and seen if published.

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The next morning I awoke around 7:30 and immediately began making
preparations.  I douched so I would be nice and clean for Michael –
inside and out.  I had no idea how things would go, but I wanted every
possible turn to be a good one.  Afterward I showered and ran my fingers
all over my body, feeling for unwanted hair.  I removed all found with my
razor.  I wanted to be as smooth as a girl could be.

After drying off I arranged my hair and did my makeup.  Patti and my other
friends had taught me well, and today I would put it all to use.  Just the
right amount of makeup – just enough to accent, without looking like a
painted lady.  I think I had it right.  I slipped into my pushup bra and a
sexy thong panties.

It was 9am and I had an hour before Michael was due to arrive.  I expected
that he would be a little early – Michael was not one to be late.  I had
enough time for a quick breakfast before getting dressed.

I had breakfast and brushed my teeth before touching up my makeup.  Next I
put on my attire for the day.  It was a shear lavender nightie, with a
matching robe, also sheer.  My intention will be quite clear to Michael.  I
intended to surprise him in a most exquisite manner.  I was as ready as I
would ever be.

In a little while the doorbell rang.  I looked through the viewer in the
door to make sure it was Michael.  Dressed as I was, I certainly didn't
want to greet anyone else!

It was Michael, and the darling was holding a bouquet of roses!

I opened the door and Michael stepped in, a look of wonderment on his face,
which soon turned into a broad smile!

I took the flowers from Michael, thanking from him.  He followed me to the
kitchen as I prepared a vase and trimmed the ends off the stems, arranging
them nicely.  Placing them on the table, I kissed Michael and thanked him
for being such a wonderful man.

"I didn't expect to find you like this," Michael said.

"Shall I put something else on?" I asked.

"No!" shot back Michael, "this is fine – more than fine."

Michael held me in his arms running his hand over my back and down to my
buns.  It felt wonderful!  I pressed against him, and he said, "Now I can
feel YOUR passion."

"That is entirely your doing," I responded, "but this time I will attend to
your arousal, not like yesterday."

"Yesterday you gave me what I really wanted," Michael said, "the
opportuntity to pleasure you!"

"I didn't expect that," I replied, "I thought men were mainly interested in
scoring."

"Most men are fools!" declared Michael, "there is nothing to compare with
pleasuring a lady he truly cares about."

"Truly cares about?" I asked.

"I've said too much," said Michael blushing.

"Perhaps you did," I said, "but if it is true I'd really like to know your
real feelings."

"I feel very vulnerable, Cheryl," he replied, "I'm afraid you won't take it
well."

"Then I guess you will just have to trust me," I said, pulling him close
and kissing him again.

"Okay, but I'm laying myself bare," Michael continued, "Yes, I have strong
feelings about you – both feelings of desire for you physically as well
as emotionally."

"Thank you for sharing that," I said, "I feel much the same, and appreciate
your candor."

I opened my robe and let it slip to the floor, now standing before Michael
in only my shear nightie.

Michael took me by the hands and I led him to the bedroom.  He had me kneel
on the bed, feet off the edge.  He knelt on the floor behind me and lifted
my nighty and placed it on my back.  He kissed each cheek and gave one lick
to my crack.  This was entirely new territory for me and I had no idea what
to expect, but Michael seemed to know the way.

Michael pulled the thong strap aside and spread my cheeks and then kissed
me between the cheeks.  It was an incredible feeling I cannot begin to
describe – how did he know to do this?  He continued to kiss me and then
extended his tongue into me – over and over again.  I became more
aroused than I had ever been.

After a time Michael pulled back and rolled me onto my back.  He pulled off
my thong panties, exposing my arousal.  He put my legs over his shoulders
and put his arms around my legs, pulling them to his face.  He took my
clitty into his mouth and sucked me passionately.  Soon I climaxed, pouring
my juice into his mouth.

As I caught my breath as the rush of pleasure spilled over me, I was
beginning to feel that all-too-familiar feeling of shame.  Michael picked
me up and moved me up in the bed, turning me on my side.  He climbed in
next to me and snuggled close to me, spooning with me.  He put his arm
around me, cupping one of my breasts.  He kissed my neck and whispered in
my ear, "You are a very special and singular woman, and I want to be your
man."

I felt so safe and cared for like this.  The feeling of shame evaporated,
being replaced by a feeling of wonderful contentment – this really just
felt right!

I felt so relaxed that I drifted off to sleep in Michaels arms.  I only
napped an hour and awoke, still in Michaels arms.

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Sadly, this is all the Cheryl sent me before she passed.  I truly wish she
was still with us.  Please let me know if you would like me to continue the
story, and I will try to do so in a way that honors Cheryl's memory.

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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