Holly

“Can you come this evening?” asks the voice on the other end of the line.

“No, I already have an appointment with a client,” I tell her.

“When can you come?” she asks, clearly eager to try me out. I check my schedule, and we make an evening appointment for a couple days from now.

Holly Gibson is her name. She’s a sophomore, but lives off-campus. She’s technically a commuter student. If I got the story straight, her father bought her an apartment, then—no, I can’t get the story straight. However it worked out, she officially lives there with her dad, but actually lives there by herself. She has no boyfriend and isn’t interested in settling down; I think I’m a shortcut for her. Since she went out of her way to create an excuse to tell me she’s on the pill, I suspect she may be thinking of asking for more than just my paid services. Since she just had a checkup and is completely clean, I won’t object if she does.

*******

I arrive a little early; I find the button labeled “GIBSON” by the door and press it. “Hello?” a female voice answers.

“This is Andrew,” I say.

“Great! I’ll buzz you in.” There’s the loud clank of the door unlocking, and I head up.

When the door opens, I happen to be looking down. It’s a good thing, because I don’t look very far up at all. My startlement must be both obvious and familiar to Holly, because her grin is merely amused, with no trace of resentment. “In case you’re wondering,” she says, “I’m 4’11” and weigh 90 pounds with a load of cum in my pussy.” She smirks. “Which means I usually weigh at least that much.”

I can see why. Holly’s a tiny little thing, but definitely “all woman,” as Shar would say—a fact she chose to emphasize by opening the door wearing matching lace mesh bra and panties. She’s short and slight, but her tits are a nice handful each, large for her small frame. There’s no excess fat on her; her slender waist flares nicely to curvy hips that promise a nice little round ass. She seems to have some Irish in her, with bright green eyes and curly red hair that’s currently flowing over her shoulder to cover one of her breasts; her skin is lightly tanned and freckled. Her face is heart-shaped and has something of the pixie about it, but her lips are full and sensual.

Holly turns to lead me into her apartment, and my expectations are confirmed: she has a sweet little heart-shaped ass to match her heart-shaped face. She picks up the money and referral card from a hall table and hands them to me; I pocket them and follow her into her bedroom. “Now,” she says—matter-of-factly, but there’s a mischievous gleam in her eyes—“I didn’t have time to shower before you came; and besides, I thought you might like to be very sure a woman is clean before you go down on her. So strip down and you can join me. I have a nice big shower; I had it custom-built to my own specifications.”

I’m startled by this, but not surprised, if that makes any sense. What I mean to say is, I had no thought of taking a shower with Holly, but her sexual forwardness and obvious interest in doing a lot more than just getting her pussy licked is right in line with what I expected of her. I strip; she coos over my chest and abs, running her hands over me and teasing my nipples, and then her eyes get big and she licks her lips when I pull off my pants and boxers. “Very nice,” she purrs, her voice gone suddenly husky. “Very nice.” She keeps her eyes locked on my prick as she takes off her bra and panties. “I trust you won’t mind getting me nice and wet,” she adds, licking her lips.

I have good reason to lick my own lips. Her tits hang beautifully and don’t sag at all. They’re nice handfuls that would be attractive on a much larger woman; but Holly is tiny. Not only is she short, she has the smallest waist I’ve seen in a long time, and her amazingly tight little ass is in proportion to that. On her, those tits are spectacular. She sees me staring and shimmies her chest, making them jiggle and bounce entrancingly; for a moment, I forget to breathe. They’re topped with big nipples and oval areolae of a bright, fresh pink.

Before Holly turns to lead me to the shower, I notice that her pussy is completely shaved—and with no sign of any rash or razor burn, which suggests she’s been doing that for a while. She catches me looking there, too; she slips two fingers into her slit, then brings them out wet and lays them on my lips. She looks sexy and satisfied when I wrap my lips around them and suck off her juices. She tastes wonderful, tangy and sweet with a hint of musk.

Holly keeps her eyes locked on me as she swings her hips around; she smiles at me over her shoulder and beckons with two fingers as she struts into the washroom. I follow her, and my jaw drops all over again, this time at her shower. It makes me wonder if the bathroom originally had both a shower stall and a bathtub, because otherwise, I can’t see how they fit this shower in. It’s big enough for an orgy—with room to spare. The shower is separated off by a wall of glass, floor to ceiling, that stretches the whole width of the room.

Holly watches me walk forward, open the glass door, and enter the shower. There are two showerheads, one at each end. It has wide seats at a couple different heights, and the floor is noticeably raised under one of the showerheads. There’s a grab bar at that end, and a couple others mounted elsewhere in the stall. The floor is textured; between the texture and whatever material it’s made of, it’s grippy enough it’s almost uncomfortable to walk on while dry.

I look at Holly in disbelief; she smiles. “You’d probably already figured out Daddy has a lot of money,” she says. “It’s just the two of us; he’s been a widower for a long time, and he’s never found another woman. He likes making me happy, and I like shower sex. I get very wet, so I don’t have trouble staying lubed in the shower—and I do tend to mess up the sheets; and sex in the shower always feels naughty to me, and I like that.” She enters the shower, closes the door behind me, and turns on both showerheads; I expect a blast of cold water, but it’s nice and warm from the start. She puts her arms around my neck and says, “Unfortunately, it’s hard having shower sex when you’re this short. So this is my short woman’s playground.” She draws my head down with one hand and gives me a deep, hungry kiss; her other hand slips between our bodies to stroke my engorged cock.

I grab Holly’s ass with both hands and kiss her back with equal hunger; she flexes her muscles under my hands as I fondle her cheeks. Her ass is high and round and tight, and she likes having it squeezed. “You like my ass, baby?” she purrs. “Mmmmm, your hands feel so good on my ass. Squeeze my ass, feel how tight and sexy it is.” We make out under the hot spray; after a while, I bring my hands up to stroke the undersides of her tits. “That’s right, lover,” she coos. “Play with my boobs. Put your hands all over them.”

Holly breaks off the kiss and turns in my arms. “Let’s give you a better angle,” she murmurs. She grabs my hands and pulls me forward as she steps up onto the raised floor; she puts my hands back on her tits, then reaches up to adjust the showerhead above her so it isn’t spraying me in the face. “OK, stud,” she says huskily. “My boobs are at your mercy. Be merciless.”

I reach out to grab the bodywash and squirt some into my hands. I don’t go right for her tits, though; I start by soaping up her delectable ass, then working my way up her back. “That’s right, sexy,” Holly says throatily. “Touch me everywhere. Run your hands all over my hot little body.” Interlocking her hands behind my head and kissing me over her shoulder, she rocks her hips back and forth, stroking the length of my prick, then wiggles them side to side against it. “I love a nice thick hunk of good rare man-meat,” she murmurs.

I get another squirt and go after her tits. Holly mews and grinds harder on my rod as I soap them all over. I lift them in my hands, enjoying their weight, then let them slip out and watch them bounce. I rub them against each other, then run my hands through her soapy cleavage. I play “pop-a-tit,” squeezing her slick mounds and watching them pop out of my lathered hands. I toy with her nipples, pinch-popping them, tracing circles around them, and running my hands over them. She loves every bit of it. “Put your hands all over my tits,” she purrs. “Let me feel those big, strong hands squeezing my soft boobs. Let me feel your fingers playing with my nipples. Mmmmm, sexy, pinch them, they like to be pinched. Play with my boobs like you can’t stop yourself.”

When Holly decides she wants more, she makes it very clear. Both showerheads in the stall are handhelds; she grabs the one above her, rinses off her tits (and my hands), then turns and rinses off my prick. “Suck my tits,” she commands, pushing down on my shoulders.

“What a delectable idea,” I tell her, and get down on my knees.

I wrap my hand around one of her tits, rolling the whole mound in my fingers. “Oooooh, lover,” Holly growls. “I like that. Give me more, give me more.” I pull and twist the other nipple, earning a moan of approval, as I begin kissing my way down the slope of her breast. “Lick my body, stud,” she murmurs. “Taste my skin. Let me feel your hungry lips all over my boobs. Suck my nipple into your hot mouth. You know you want my tits. You know you’re hungry for them. Fill your mouth with my breast.”

Holly’s voice is almost hypnotic, but she’s only telling me to do what I was going to do anyway. When I fasten my lips on her tit, I slide my hand down her flat stomach to cup her smooth, silken pubic mound. I massage it with the heel of my hand and stroke a finger along her slit. When I dip my finger in, I find out she’s not kidding—she’s dripping wet. I lick and suck her nipples feverishly as I stroke her inner lips with my finger; I want her tits, but my desire to taste that pussy is growing. “Ohhhh, Andrew, baby, lover, taste my body,” Holly growls. “Suck my boobs, finger my cunt.”

“I need to eat your pussy,” I tell her. “I need to taste you.”

“Eat me right, baby,” she replies huskily. “Taste my pussy. Lick up my nectar. Make me cum on your tongue. Make me cum all over your face.”

Holly thrusts her hips forward as I drop lower to spread open her pussy. Her clit is long enough when erect that it’s already peeking out of her slit, despite the fact that her outer lips are large and puffy. When I open her up, I see inner lips that are smallish but quite thick. Her twat is the same shade of pink as her nipples; it’s dripping with her girl-honey. I look up at her and say, “Your pussy is beautiful.”

In a saucy tone of voice, Holly replies, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“I’ve never seen one that wasn’t,” I tell her. “Do you want my tongue on your perfect little pussy?”

“Ohhhhhh, yes,” she breathes. “Eat me, stud. Lick my pussy all over with that wonderful tongue of yours. Suck my clit.”

Her wish is my command; but I decide to take her by surprise. I plunge two fingers into her cunt, pressing them against its front wall, and start thrusting in her with a steady rhythm. Holly gasps and arches her back; when she can catch her breath, she pants, “Fuck me, lover. Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck my cunt and suck my clit, and make me cum.” I reach out with my tongue and lap at her snatch; she moans in pleasure as I lick up her tangy-sweet nectar. She moans louder when I start twirling my tongue around her clit. I alternate between that and painting the top of her button with the flat of my tongue. “Eat me like a hungry wolf, baby,” she murmurs. “Fill your mouth with my sex; eat me like you can’t get enough.”

Holly is starting to shake, so I move in for the coup de grâce. I tell her, “Cum for me, baby. Cum hard on my tongue. Let me feel you cum for me,” then I fasten my lips on her pearl and suck hard, like I’m trying to suck a watermelon through a straw. That does it. She makes a repeated noise like all the words are stuck in her throat, and then her orgasm blows like Old Faithful. Her cunt seizes my fingers in a vise grip as my hand is suddenly drenched in her girl cum, and she staggers; I shuffle forward so she can stagger backward to lean against the shower wall. Otherwise, my fingers in her cunt might be the only thing keeping her on her feet, and I don’t think that would be a good thing.

I keep sucking Holly’s button, and she keeps cumming and cumming. When her climax begins to recede, her legs go completely wobbly and she slides down the wall. I pull my fingers out and drop down as well; I sit cross-legged and gather her into my lap. I hold her in the steam and the spray and tell her how amazingly sexy she is.

“Fuck, that was good, Andrew,” she breathes. “I haven’t cum that hard in some time.”