Date: Tue, 21 Jul 2015 09:50:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Blooming of Shannon Part 10

The Blooming of Shannon (part 10)

This story was inspired by an online friend in Scotland.  I was there years
ago and wish we could have met then.  This fantasy describes what I wish
could happen – I hope you enjoy it!

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On Sunday morning Shannon awoke and was determined to show here
appreciation for yesterday.  She stroked me to erection, and soon was
sucking me.  I pulled her on top of me and we 69'ed.  After sucking her for
a while, I repositioned her so I could rim her again.  While she was not
freshly showered, she was still very clean – all I could taste was a bit
of Shannon's perspiration.  I loved the warm feeling of Shannon's cheeks
pressed to my cheeks.  Shannon pressed down against me, making it easier
for me to extend my tongue into her deeper.

Shannon really loved the feeling, soon pulled away and put her clitty into
my mouth.  I sucked her a little more and then she repositioned again so I
could rim her.  All the time she continued to suck me.  I held back as long
as I could, but as soon as I tasted her girl juice, it sent me over the
edge and I climaxed.

After the very busy day yesterday, we decided that we would enjoy a slow
and relaxing Sunday.

"I really liked it when you kiss me 'back there' – whatever led you to
do that?" Shannon asked.

"Nearly all girls like you enjoy that special kiss," I replied.

"That's right," Shannon acknowledged, "you have been with many other
girls."

"I'm only with you now," I said, "besides, would you prefer that I was just
starting out and didn't know what to do?"

"I'm sorry," said Shannon, "I didn't mean it like that – I am very
blessed to have a loving man with your experience – I just hope you will
continue to want me."

"Do you think I'm searching around for other girls?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Shannon, "but I know some men aren't happy with one
woman."

"You should know by now that I'm not like most men," I replied, "I have a
busy career and the time I have left is only enough for one woman – a
very special woman."

"Shannon smiled and kissed me, and continued, "I'm sorry I brought that up
– I know what a wonderful man you are.  What I really meant was that I
really liked it when you kissed me 'back there' and hope there will be
more."

"Shannon dear," I responded, "I really like kissing you that way, and will
do it any time you want it."

"What is it that you like so much about it?" Shannon asked, "it seems like
a very dirty thing to do."

"I like it because it drives you wild,' I answered, "and with proper
hygiene, there is no bad taste."

"I really, REALLY like it, but I'm not sure I can ask you to do such a
thing," Shannon confessed.

"So you really like it and want me to do it, but can't bring yourself to
ask me to kiss your ass?" I clarified.

Shannon blushed, and said, "Yes, that's it exactly."

"Ok, dear," I responded, "so here is how we will leave it – I expect to
kiss you there every day – sometimes several times a day, and I expect
you to let me – ok?"

Shannon smiled and said, "I think I can live with that – but what if I'm
not clean enough?"

"I think you will know dear," I replied, "and can excuse yourself to
'freshen up' as needed.

"It's a deal," Shannon said, "I'll try to stay 'kissing clean' and can just
do it whenever you want, without making me ask for it."

I agreed and we got up and had breakfast.  Shannon suggested that we go on
a drive outside town to see the countryside.  I liked that, as I had only
been outside of the city a few times since my arrival.

After breakfast we drove out of the city and enjoyed the beauty of the
Scottish countryside.  Shannon grew up about 80km outside of Edinburgh and
knew the area well.  Her home was on old farm.  Shannon's ancestors had
been farmers but found it difficult to make a living farming now.
Shannon's father worked in Edinburgh, but they kept a few sheep and raised
crops of soybeans and rapeseed.  The rapeseed fields were in bloom and were
a brilliant golden color, visible from a very long distance.  Rapeseed was
sold to make Canola oil – named by the Canadian company who first
marketed it.  I suppose most people would rather purchase Canola oil rather
than Rape oil.

Shannon directed my driving and soon she pointed and said, "That's our
farm!"

"Let's go say hello," I said.

Abruptly, Shannon shot back, "NO WAY, not like this!", and she began to
cry.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't know."

"I can't let them see me like this," she said.

It was about lunch time, so we agreed to stop and have lunch as soon as we
could find a place.

We drove on and entered a small town where there was a pub.  We parked and
went in.  We each ordered fish and chips and a pint.  Our pints arrived,
and we resumed our conversation.

"If you are going to become a woman," I asked, "what about your family?"

"That's a problem," Shannon agreed, "I want to be a woman but don't want to
lose my family."

"How much do they know about Shannon?" I asked.

"They all know that I have dressed in the past," she answered, "but they
disapprove, and probably hope the discussion will never come up."

"Male family members usually have the most difficult time with your
situation, I countered, "but female members often are more understanding."

"I remember my mother saying that she wished I wasn't 'like that' but she
would always love me no matter what," replied Shannon.

"I don't want you to lose your family," I said, "perhaps there is a way to
work this out. Does your mother use the internet?"

"Yes, she does, and I've been emailing her every week, Shannon replied,
"but haven't told her about my becoming a woman."

"How about this – I'll find some articles on the internet that you can
send to your mother.  You can tell her that you have struggled but now
really need to be the person you were meant to be – ask her if you could
come see her." I offered.

"I don't know it that will work, but I can try." She said, "but this really
scares me – I don't want to lose my family."

"That is why we are starting with your mother," I said, "if that works we
can move to the rest of your family – we'll take it slowly, at a pace
you can handle."

We finished eating and continued driving through the countryside, and later
returned to the city.

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To be continued ...

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

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