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uncertainly, I took a sip... and well, you know what happened next. And it's true. I don't normally like apricot.

Steve touched my arm. "I've got to go pack up our gear... come with me? And maybe we can go on somewhere after?"

"Okay." And if you're thinking "somewhere" probably meant back to his apartment, you'd be correct. So now I'm standing in his kitchen, watching as he fixes our drinks - a shot of gin, a splash of apricot... "Okay, you can stop there." He laughed, so I'm guessing he knew what else I was thinking. "Save the other ingredient for later."

Back into the living room, the couch for me, and he's in the armchair opposite, chatting lightly and easily when suddenly he slapped the arm of his chair. "I'm sorry, I have to say it. You look fucking gorgeous!"

I looked at him in amazement. Where did that come from? "Ummm... thank you," I murmured. Then, as I regained my equilibrium, "but you don't have to apologize."

"I mean it. Your eyes are amazing."

"Just my eyes?"

He sat back in his seat. "Oh, that was just the start. I have a list."

"Go on, then...."

And he did, first my make-up, hair and clothes, then my skin tone... my earrings... my shoulders... laughing along with me as he spoke, loosening up as I encouraged him to say more, and then suddenly blurting out - "and I love the look of your tits in that T-shirt!"

Ah yes, the trusty XL which once fit me with room to spare, but is now tight as assholes.

I grinned. "Tell me more. What do you like about them?"

"Right now, what I like is imagining them without the T-shirt."

I hesitated, then pulled up my T-shirt, unclipping my bra as I did so. 40DDs can be a real bother sometimes, and they weigh a ton. But I've been told before how good they look, and a girl can never tire of hearing that. And then all capacity for thought, for humor, for speech itself vanished as he left his chair, crouched down in front of me, and started to suck a nipple.

Unbidden, my hand lay on his head, teasing his hair between my fingers as I pushed him against me, burying his face into my flesh, and I felt him open his mouth wider, sucking me in while his tongue did a tango across my nipple.

"Now the other one," I whispered, and gasped as I felt his teeth embed themselves in my left breast. Then, relaxed back, eyes closed as his mouth moved down and around my belly, his face pressed into the loose flesh and folds; his fingers kneading deep into my flanks.

My skirt was up around my waist, and I giggled as I felt him pulling my panties down with his teeth. Then, the sudden blissful shock of his tongue on my cunt lips, teasing and twisting as I reached one hand down to open myself wider, and the other to gently rub my clit, feeling it grow harder and hungrier as his mouth moved towards it... retreated again... slipped forward again until, at last, his lips closed around it and he started to suck.

Believe me, there's no sensation so good as that.

I don't know how long he spent eating me out, or how many times I came. Again, eyes closed, my hands now on his head, I felt as though my entire body was focused upon his mouth, and every time he brought me off, the sensations hit harder and heavier than I had ever felt before. Which means I was as surprised as him when he suddenly rocked back, his face dripping wet, and whispered, "fuck, you squirted." Then added, "next time, you should warn me. I want to drink it all."

I pulled him up to kiss, then commenced my own slow tease down his body, my eyes glued to the cock that rose and flexed, straining to reach me as I licked inside his belly button, then shifting against my face as I sucked hard on his groin.

I took a ball in my mouth and sucked; then moved to the other. It had taken me a few years before I understood how much pleasure that gives - not only to my partner, but also to me. Now, I couldn't resist it. The texture, the movement, the taste and the tickle as pubes melt in my saliva - ah, and the sounds that reach my ears, the moans and gasps and breaths and then the whispered command, "please... suck my cock."

Yes, I will. But not yet. So much more to kiss and nibble, from the root to the tip, just long sweeping licks that pause to pay attention to those little points that matter most, then drilling the piss hole so slick with his precum. By which time, I was as desperate to feel him inside me as he was.

I wasn't even thinking as my lips parted around him; as I took him deep and then, deeper. The perfect cock, the perfect size - no straining, no jaw ache, no struggling to sink him further. Just that heavenly sensation of being filled to the brim, and then the smooth motion of my mouth slipping up and down... slowly at first but faster as his own hips started shifting, and again time slipped away, for as long as it took till I felt his body tense, his cock grow harder, his heat become hotter...

And then I reached for the drink that he'd made me earlier, plunged his cock into the glass and jerked him as fast as I could. Until his come exploded into the gin and apricot, long strings and streaks that half floated in my glass until I used his dick to stir them in, and then raised the glass to my lips. He watched me curiously as I took my first mouthful, then laughed as my eyes opened wide in surprise.

It took me a moment to find the right words. "That drink you gave me at the gig. It really did have come in it ,didn't it?"

He nodded. "I told you so."

"And I assume you were hoping I'd want to doublecheck?"

Another nod. "Although maybe next time, you might want to drink it neat."

"The gin or the apricot?" I teased, and he poked me playfully on the shoulder. "I'm down to the last drops of those," he said. "But if you want more come, I have plenty of that."

I kissed him but my mind was already working. You see, I just had an idea for a cocktail of my own. A glass full of squirt with a few shots of come. I think that sounds delicious!

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