Being Jim Ch. 07: Barbra's Wish

With my hands sliding up her forearms as she rested her hands palms down on my bare chest I caught a glimpse of my wrist watch and noted the time. With a puzzled expression I looked again at Barb questioningly.

"Err...Not that I'm complaining, far from it, but shouldn't you be at work right now?" I asked

"Yeah, I should but I wanted to see you even more..." She teased with a smile but then went on. "No, the computer system at work crashed and no one was able to do any data entry or any work really and since all my work IS data entry I had nothing to do. My bosses asked all of us if anyone wanted to go home since they had no idea when the computers would be back up and running. I knew last night was your last of three and you were off tonight so I jumped at the chance to spend some extra time with you. I tried to call but the phone was busy." She said with a mock accusatory tone letting one lovely eyebrow rise towards her forehead.

"That must have been about the time Todd called me then..." I said as I thought back to earlier in the morning. "He and Anne are still after me to come down and... play. They're having a cookout tonight and invited me down to meet their neighbors. I think I'm being set up." I admitted suspiciously. Barb laughed then tilted her head to one side and smiled slyly.

"Well? Are you going to go?" she asked.

"I might, I told him that I would call or check in with him later after I got my groceries and did laundry. Some things just have to take priority after all. As it is I don't think I have any clean clothes to wear if I did go down there tonight." I grinned sheepishly.

"Right now clothes are not a priority..." Barb said with a lustful grin.

"Actually, someone still has too many clothes on..." I added with a smile as I slid my thumbs under the seam of the leg openings of her panties drawing them out and then letting them snap back against her legs. "That is unless you're just getting them nice and wet to leave them for me to remember you by." I said with a knowing grin.

"Nuh uh... not today lover... I need to wear these later... but we can... get them out of the way for a while if you like?" Barb purred as she rose up on her knees and allowed me to pull the undergarment down her hips and thighs. In order to take them the rest of the way off Barb had to roll over on her back and extend her legs up into the air. While using this as an excuse to reposition myself I did remove the panties from her legs but I also took advantage of my position and grabbed each of her legs at the knees and spread them wide and ran my hands down along Barb's inner thighs slowly, teasingly. She of course already knew what I had in mind, this was not our first time together after all. Barb was well aware of my fascination and pure love of indulging in oral worship of her feminine treasures. I loved to make her kitty purr. I loved to taste her as I teased her and drove her over the edge with my mouth and tongue. And to be honest, Barb was only too happy to let me indulge. So worship I did.

I kissed her knees that were still up as she had pulled her feet up and had them flat on the bed under her oh so sweetly shaped bottom. With slow and deliberate teasing I kissed down the inside of first her left thigh, skipping over her sex to kiss my way back up the inside of her right thigh and to her knee. Running my hands slowly once more down the insides of her thighs I looked up to watch the anticipation grow on Barb's face. She looked back at me with half closed eyes and knitted brows. Her bottom lip was firmly gripped in her teeth as her mouth resembled more of a snarl than a happy cheesy smile.

As my hands converged they stroked over and covered her lust dampened kitty. I paused and took a firm steady grip with both hands, my fingers digging into the soft seam between her legs and torso, my thumbs curled under digging into her soft ass cheeks. Barb let out a slow low moan knowing that this was only the opening act, things were about to heat up. I scooted back a bit on the bed so that I could lay down bringing my face into play. Relaxing my firm grip, I ran my hands up alongside her hot nearly hairless outer lips, my thumbs gliding along the seam where they meet. As my hands pressed upwards her folds opened up revealing those pink inner lips and letting more of her natural excitement seep out. The odor was intoxicating as always. With a low growl in my throat I leaned in and took a long slow lap with my tongue held and pressed flat from the bottom of her cleft upwards through those moist folds all the way to the top and brushed across her awakening lust button. Her clit was just beginning to extend as if shy from beneath her hooded hiding place. As my tongue dragged across it I could feel as well as hear Barbra inhale sharply and her hips rose up off the bed pressing herself forcefully against my tongue and face.

"Mmmmmm... tastes sooooo good!" I purred smiling up at Barb. She had both hands on her breasts kneading and squeezing them as her chest rose and fell with her quickening breath.

Again I leaned down and began another slow lick from the bottom to the top but I let my tongue rock back and forth from one side to the other setting up an entirely different sensation for Barb... until once more I reached her super sensitive clit. As my tongue rasped along that fleshy little nubbin I felt Barb's hands grasping at the back of my head... so I lingered. I circled my tongue around and around it teasing her. With a long slow stream I blew across it eliciting another low moan from Barb's lips. I felt her fingers grasping and clenching in my hair. I pressed my face a little closer and closed my lips around her pink stem and sucked it into my mouth. Once more Barb's hips rose from the bed and her hands pressed my face harder still. With a tentative touch I darted my tongue at and lashed the end of her clit from side to side as I sucked as hard as I could. At the same time I brought my right hand into play by sliding two fingers between the hot wet lips to press inside and explore Barb's sex. I could feel her tensing up I knew she was nearing the very cusp before her climax... so I stopped.

Pulling my hands away and my fingers out... I released my vacuum hold on her clit and pulled my face back even as her hands pressed harder to urge me to continue... Grinning I knew this would drive her crazy.

"Gaaaaaaahhhh... Jimmmmmm!" She whined with an exasperated sigh and clamped her legs together trapping my head between them. I chuckled quietly to myself for a few heartbeats then pressed my face back into the fray. I stuck out my tongue and forced it as deeply as I could get it into her wet frustrated opening. Her outer and inner lips both pressing against my cheeks and chin, my nose buried in the folds of both just below her clit. With a slight nodding motion I licked as much as I could reach on the inside and my nose bumped repeatedly against the bottom of Barb's clit. Each little bump rewarded me with a gasp or a flinch or both.

Barb's hands were again pressing the back of my head, forcing my face tighter against her womanly treasure. Not that I minded, as far as I was concerned I was in heaven or the next best thing anyway. I slurped and lapped and licked and nodded and bumped with abandon. No real tempo or rhythm this time. I knew that all too often I would get into a predictable motion and Barb could almost anticipate my next motion or movement.

Oh I wanted her to anticipate but I didn't want her to know exactly when or how or what was coming next. Right now I had in mind something that she herself had just sprung on me a few minutes ago... I wanted to see if the goose would like it as much as the gander had.

Withdrawing my now quite fatigued tongue, still savoring the sweet salty nectar that was flowing freely from Barb's excited core... I pursed my lips and sucked her inner lips into my mouth. I pulled back my head slightly drawing them out and away from her trembling sex. When they would stretch no further I let them pop out of my mouth, one after the other. Then before she could adjust or anticipate what I might do next I darted my tired tongue out once more and slashed upwards through her slightly parted folds to lash at her fully engorged clit. Wrapping my lips around it once more I again drew it into my mouth as far as it would go. I gently closed my teeth on it and rolled my jaw from side to side making her clit roll from side to side.

At this point I could feel Barb's nails digging into my scalp. I could also feel her hips pressing up from the bed and her legs tensing and even trembling. Yes, Barb was once more back or very very near that precipice just before she broke over the edge of climax. So close... it was time. Still rolling her clit softly side to side in my teeth, and sucking with my lips closed about it... my tongue gently brushing the exposed part inside my mouth... I began to hum.

Recently Barb had purchased for me a music album on cassette by 10,000 Maniacs. She had fallen in love with the voice of their singer Natalie Merchant. I found that I too liked the band and the singer's sound so I picked a song that both Barb and I were familiar with and fond of... These Are The Days. It may not sound quite the same when hummed especially when the humming is being done into and against a woman's vagina and clitoris but the effect was quite startling and rewarding.

As I hummed Barb just went ballistic... The solid stillness of rigidity just before the spasming and convulsions of a full blown very energetic climax is a beautiful thing to witness and even more precious when it's brought on by an act of your own on someone you love and cherish. That is... unless your head is clamped in the vice like grip between her clenched and twitching thighs so tightly you actually fear for your neck. One violent twist and it would be curtains for me! Oh but was it worth it? Yes... yes it was!

When Barb's climax finally began to wind down the pressure on her thighs lessened and she opened her legs back up and I gasped in a long sought after breath... and... I could finally hear what she had been saying or at least the noises she had or were making now.

"...on of a bitch! Wh... Where... Who... OH MY GOD! JIM!" She gasped and panted out trying to form a coherent question or statement, I'm not sure which. I knew that when she finally wound down some more Barb would make it clear what she had been trying to say. She now had one of her hands running through her hair atop her head the other was laying flat on her abdomen.

Barb's thighs and legs were still quivering and jumping ever so slightly. Knowing better but still doing it anyway I ducked my face back down and sank my tongue and chin deep into Barb's now sopping wet puss and gave her a motorboat rocking my face side to side and blowing hot air into her, inflating her sex. I was rewarded of course with a startled squeal and a reflexive slap on the top of my head as she grabbed me by the hair to bring my head away from her over sensitive privates.

I chuckled as I rose to my hands and knees and crawled up the bed to lie down next to Barb. Lying on my right side, my head propped up on my right hand with arm bent at the elbow, I smiled down at Barb as she continued to gulp air and flinch and twitch from her orgasm. It must have been a good one for her recovery to take this long. Barbra turned her head left to face me and smiled warmly with half closed very contented eyes.

"That was a very nice start." She said. "Very Very nice." She added with a bigger smile.

"When did you add humming to your bag of tricks?" She asked a little crossly giving me that one eyebrow questioning look.

"Just now... I was inspired... by what you did earlier." I said with a grin. "Tit for tat kind of don't you think?" I let my grin grow a little bigger.

"Well you know you will HAVE to remember to do that again in the future... right?" She said with a bit of leer in her grin as she bit her bottom lip.

"Among other... things..." I said with a knowing smile.

Barb took a long deep breath and frowned a bit then shrugged slightly... "I'll be right back... Nature calls." She said as she rolled away from me to stand beside the bed and head to the bathroom. Looking over her shoulder as she parted the blackout curtain she gave me a look that promised to reward me for my most recent efforts at pleasing her.

I let myself fall flat on my back and stare at the ceiling. The little golden yellow circle formed by the shade on my bedside lamp almost looked like a sun. It reminded me of the early hour and the fact that I had not actually slept much at all yet this day.

Now that the adrenaline and initial excitement from my surprise visit had begun to wear off I was feeling the fatigue again. Even my seemingly ever ready male appendage was flagging a little as he slowly began to deflate now that there was no immediate attention being paid to him. I kept my eyes open knowing that if I let them close I might very well drift off to sleep and that would be just rude considering. As I was thinking this I heard the toilet flush and then the tap on the sink turn on briefly, and then off again. Moments later Barb reemerged through my blackout curtain carrying a damp wash cloth in her hands.

She climbed up on my bed wearing only her thigh high stockings and walked on her knees up to my side before rolling to her left hip and lying down beside me once more. With her right hand she brought the warm damp cloth to my face and wiped gently at my cheeks and chin and then my nose. She also wiped at my neck and throat.

I smiled and calmly and patiently submitted to her cleaning knowing that Barb was not particularly fond of even her own scent and juices most of the time. That's not to say that she hasn't gotten downright nasty and kinky many times when we played together. But, for the most part she'd just as soon have me wipe my face after I indulge in one of my most favorite of activities. With that done she sat up beside me at my waist and rested her right hand on my chest as she gathered her long hair with her left.

"Jim, honey... I know this was unexpected... I would understand if you would rather just go to sleep." Barb said almost wistfully as she glanced down to see junior slumping to one side as if resting on my left thigh. She used her right index finger and the tip of her blood red polished nail to draw circles around my navel, just barely touching my skin, almost as if her finger were a feather. I groaned and junior twitched and slowly began to raise his head and pay attention.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tired, but you know I'd pass up sleep, food and maybe even oxygen to be with you Barb. If you want to play... I... want to play. I just don't think it's going to be a marathon session right now." I said softly with a sad smile and a slight shrug as I stroked her left thigh with my right hand as she sat Indian style next to me. She grinned down at me wickedly and brought her right hand up to meet her left. Barb pulled her gathered hair over her left shoulder and began parting it into three parts before beginning to braid it.

I have seen her do this numerous times and it still mesmerizes me to watch it. The braid grew longer and longer as she got closer to the ends of the long dark red hair. Finally with about an inch and a half left Barb gave the remainder a twist and then flicked an elastic band off her wrist over and around the end of the hair several times securing the braid but leaving a little brush like tail free on the end of the braid.

The first time I had experienced that little braided brush nearly blew my mind. With Barb's hair long enough to reach her waist when hanging freely down her sides or back it was long enough when braided to become just another toy in her toy box of pleasures for any man she cared to... entertain... Yes that braid could be quite stimulating and I had a feeling I was about to experience that again. And junior throbbed and stood a little straighter.

"Wellll... look who's waking up..." Barb giggled and flipped her braid over her left shoulder and took Junior in her right hand and stroked him gently making him stiffer and stiffer with her warm gentle touch.

"Yes, he is quite fond of you you know." I grinned. Once more Barb leaned over and kissed my reawakened erection softly on the sensitive head as she held it in her right hand.

Rising up on her knees, Barb threw her right leg over my waist to straddle me. She put her hands palms down on my bare chest and wiggled and shifted herself backwards until she knew she was in the right position to post herself on my waiting volunteer. Reaching back between her legs with her left hand she grabbed my cock and lined it up with her entrance and slowly eased down on me. I groaned from the intense pleasure radiating through my contact with her super heated insides. That velvet snare consumed me inch by inch until we were finally groin to groin.

Barb let out a long low groan of her own as she settled atop me and ground side to side to make sure we were as close as possible for us to be. Through half lidded eyes I looked up and studied the concentration on Barb's face. Her eyes were closed tightly and her nostrils were flaring with every inhale. Her lips were a straight line and her jaw was firmly clamped shut. With both of her hands firmly planted on my chest her arms formed statue like pillars that framed and pushed together her breasts.

Those breasts, those magnificent oh so succulent breast that sagged just a bit, pulled by gravity and their own weight, I wanted at that moment, just as I had many times before, to simply take them, one in each hand and hold them. I wanted to feel their weight and their softness and their warmth... Instead I merely ran my hands up the outsides of Barb's forearms to her elbows and back down to her wrists to press my hands atop the backs of hers as if to hold them firmly to my chest.

Barb let her face soften a bit and opened her eyes. She tilted her head forward to look down at me and then gave me that wry facetious smile I've come to identify as her lust beast coming to the fore. Her brows were knitted ever so slightly and there was a fire in her eyes.

"Are you ready cowboy?" She nearly growled down at me with that lust laden voice that sent chills up and down my spine... and a tingle through my balls.

"Giddy'up girlfriend!" I said with a drawl and then bit my lip to keep from giggling like a school girl. With that Barbra closed her eyes and leaned her head back and she began to move.

At first it was a simply rocking motion, side to side, again as if to get herself seated properly with me as deeply as she could get me. Then she began to undulate at the waist, a rolling wave motion of her spine and stomach. Our groins and our sexes never losing contact, in fact not moving at all, only Barb's back and stomach moved rolling up and down causing her chest and shoulders to rise and fall as well as roll forward and back... and her insides to grip and clench and do things to my cock that defy description.

This movement must have been very good for Barb however as she had what at first sounded like a low growl emanating from deep within but it slowly changed into more of a long drawn out moan, broken only by occasional gasps as she inhaled short breaths. Still she rolled... but then stopped, a slight shudder ran through her as if she had had a tiny little orgasm. I suspect she did as I heard her let loose an almost silent little sigh of contentment. But after a couple of moments she leaned her head forward and once more gave me that feral grin with one eyebrow climbing slowly up her beautiful face... the beast was about to come out and come out strong.

I felt Barb's fingers with those beautiful nails curl into claws as she dug them into the flesh of my chest. Abruptly her hips rose and she clenched me with every muscle inside of her, my shaft felt as if she were trying to pull it off of my body. Hovering there, half on and half off of me she rocked a little side to side then slammed down sinking me deep inside of her again, only to grind some more side to side. Again she rose up abruptly and hovered... rotating around and around as if stirring her insides with my erection... around and around then slamming down hard again with a grunt. Then I realized that the grunt was my own. Barb opened her eyes to slits and grinned at me wickedly knowing she was in control now. Again she rose... rotated and circled only to slam down hard again but instead of settling for a moment she rose again... and rotated... and slammed down... she did this several more times almost settling into a rhythm. Oh but my Barb was far too clever and experienced with me to fall into a pattern.