An Aspiring Goddess's Photo Shoot Ch. 02

While it was my sex goddess Charlene's inspiration, that led to my encounter with Pat and Shana a few years ago, Charlene was blissfully unaware of it. In order to prove that she is no less than Charlene, Shana had actually outdone Charlene, and experienced something that Charlene had only fantasized about.

I knew that one of these days I was going to have to tell her, but had not yet found the right opportunity. We are both in deep love with each other, have a very fulfilling sex life, and we know Pat and Shana well, so I know that she would very likely be fine with it. Under the circumstances, if she had known about it, she might even have encouraged it. Now you know part of the reason why I call her sex goddess. But I had a little apprehension too. How one reacts to a situation depends on the mood they are in, not just the situation.

Why hadn't I told her so far, then? I wanted to use the opportunity of telling her as a chance for further scaling our relationship forward. And the relationship was going just fine, so I had put this incident in reserve, hoping to pull it out some time.

Pat and Shana did not seem to be too eager to talk about it either. The incident in question had happened seven years ago, when I was on assignment in Asia, and had come to the US for a brief visit. Five years ago, we completed that assignment and moved back to California.

We often meet Pat and Shana socially, and are polite social friends. While we are not reserved in what we talk about, there is nothing beyond talk any more. The memory itself is pleasant, not just for me, but also for both Pat and Shana, particularly for Shana. Occasionally I spy a faint smile on Shana's face whenever the topic of sex comes up - which isn't very often, by the way.

It was after a movie we went to, together with Pat and Shana that my sex goddess Charlene got a little hint of these occasional smiles. Later in the evening, as I lay down in bed, waiting for her to take off her bra and panties and join me, I wondered if she'd bring it up. She unhooked the front, (yes, she always prefers front-hook bras, and I prefer her to wear those). She stuck her thumbs inside her panty and slide it down. Although I have seen this scene thousands of times, I still find her taking off her panties, the sexiest thing in the whole world. I never tire of looking at her as she does this. In spite of the fact that her panties are my favorite part of her wardrobe, the act of taking them off is just amazing. As the panties went down, she walked out of them, leaving them on the floor beside the bed.

Nestling up to me, she asked. Why was it that Shana and Pat were smiling when we were discussing the scene suggesting that the main character had two lovers. Not totally sure of her mood right now, I tried to get away from the topic. She could enjoy hearing about the incident, but I wasn't mentally prepared to tell her. And there was a small chance that she would pull away, and scoot to her side of the bed and go to sleep. Or worse, put on her panties and bra. Or even worse, go sleep in the guest bedroom. Frolicking around naked in bed is something we both enjoy. She did not press the issue either. That is my sex goddess.

But, I knew it had been gnawing at her. And, she knew the best time to ask me. A couple of days later, we were again naked in bed, spooning. I was turned over to one side, and she lay behind me, with full body contact. I could feel her firm breasts and her stomach on my back, and her legs on the back of my legs. I had also reached over, and was caressing the soft skin crease below her vagina - where the legs meet the torso. She brought up the topic again. I knew that there was no point in avoiding it.

I turned back, faced her and kissed her deeply. Then I told her that in the morning, when we woke up, she would have the answer - but only on one condition - that we hold back ourselves right now, go to sleep naked, and that I have the liberty of doing anything to her body, at any time of the night. We have played this game before. She protested, and tried to coax me more, but finally agreed. I knew I had an explosive night coming up, followed by an even more explosive morning. That too is my sex goddess.

One of my favorite fantasies is to make love to Charlene when she is sleeping. Unrealistic, as it is, this fantasy has never been realized. Taking liberties with her while she is asleep, comes a close second, and that is exactly what I did tonight. The only thing I have to be careful of, is that if I am gentle, she does not wake up, and I can continue my actives. Even the slightest roughness wakes her up - taking away part of my fantasy. And, if I wake her up once too many times, she asks me to back off a little, or she wakes up groggy the next morning. I didn't want either of these to happen today, so balance was the name of the game - just enough action for my pleasure, but not enough to disturb her sleep.

We got out of spoon, and faced each other, kissing each other good night. That is exactly how we fell asleep. At least she did. On nights like this, I don't want too much sleep. It would be a waste, wouldn't it - having a super sexy lady lying next to you, letting you do what you want, and you fall asleep. As soon as I realized that she had nodded off, I softly disengaged my lips from hers, and scooted back a little.

I surveyed the scene. My sex goddess was lying there contentedly. This was her quieter aspect - she earned the title of sex goddess, not by being what she is, as now, but by doing what she does. I have always held her in high esteem in all matters, including sex. Lying like this, she looked magnificent - somehow reminded me of the reclining Buddha in Bangkok, Thailand. An appropriate thought for a goddess. She also looked very vulnerable. She trusted me, and I would never do anything to take that trust away. Temptation, though, is very strong.

Her lips were still parted a little from our kissing, seemed to be ready for more. Her eyes are easily the sexiest part of her body - I never tire of looking at them, even if they are closed - like they were now. I lingered on her face for a little, and moved on. Her short neck, transitioned the body form the pillow to the rest of the bed. The slope was exquisite. Her ample breasts held their own against gravity. The left one touched the bed, while the right one, positioned directly above, proudly beckoned to me. "Yes, darling, I will get to you in a short while," I mentally told the right one.

The body shrunk below the breasts, showing a flat tummy, leading down to a soft bush - just growing from a few days ago, when we had shaved it completely. It was a little unruly with tiny little ringlets, but was sparse enough that I could see her entire pussy. Her nether lips were pressed tight against each other. I knew they would part too, before the morning came. From there, the body tapered through her thighs and on to her toes, showing off her shapely legs. The big toes had been sucked many times before, and would very likely be sucked again tonight. They just had to bide their time.

Very carefully, I kissed her one more time, got out of bed, and walked over to the other side, to admire her from the back. Amazing - after so many years of being together, I still adored her. Every time it was as if I was seeing her naked body for the first time in my life. Her hair draped over the pillow, making her look even sexier. The back clearly showed off her figure - it was exactly the form that I love. Her read end is well formed, and round. It is just the right size to frame her pussy from the front, and shows very well from the back. She does not wear tight clothes too often, but if she did, she would turn a lot of heads.

No rear penetration tonight, I said to myself; this is one activity that requires a lot of co-ordination and collaboration, and just can't be done without her actively participating. Her bent knees emphasized the crease at the back. Being licked here is something she enjoys a lot. She also enjoys me moving my fingers all along the back of the legs - from her derriere to her heel. Yes, we are going to do that tonight - but only a little, as too much would give her enough excitement to wake her up. Giving my goddess that kind of pleasure was to be done in the morning.

I lay down behind her, and ran my tonnage over her back, taking it all the way from the neck to the base of her spine. She stirred a little, "mmm" she said, and continued sleeping. Sometimes, she complains of the wetness due to my tongue tickling. Not wanting to wake her up, I immediately got in a spoon position, warming her back. I lay there for some time, and then reached over, and cupped her right breast in my hand. With the other hand, I reached for the silky fur covering her pussy. It is always a pleasure, just playing with the hair there. I try to straighten a curl, and it defies me, curling right back when my finger leaves it. After some attempts on one curl, I try another curl. As my fingers move around, they rub against the pussy lips, generating electricity for both of us - a lot more for me, and hopefully just enough for her to convert her dreams into pleasant one.

Wondering what my lovely goddess was dreaming of, and desiring to get into her dreams myself, I actually fell asleep.

When I awoke next, my hands were still in the same position. The left hand had slipped down, and now rested on her left breast. The right hand was entangled in a couple of little ringlets. Softly, I freed my left hand, and then released the right one. Before I had fallen asleep, my licking had been confined to her back - missing one very important area. I slid down, bringing myself even with her round rear. Her rosebud was safely hidden, and it took some soft prying of the surrounding area for it to reveal itself. Licking there, I could feel her stirring. I know she liked this, and did not want to do too much for the fear of waking her up. It is for the same fear that I decided to skip kissing and tickling the back or her knee, and running my fingers all long the back of her legs. That might wait until the morning, or some other time.

Getting out of bed, I moved back to the other side, and positioned myself in front of her. I feasted visually on her closed eyes, her cheeks and her lips. I got closer and touched her lips with mine. I could see that she felt them, but did not do anything. Very softly, I inserted my tongue inside her mouth, to enjoy her taste. Today was one of those times when she tastes very good. A few moments of that, and I let my tongue slip out.

I slid down, tasting her neck, and then continued sliding down to her breasts. The left one, which was the lower one, as she lay on her side, was my first goal. Before I knew it, the nipple was in my mouth. I swirled it around, very carefully. My hand went to her right breast, just cupping it, and transferring warmth to it. I continued licking and flicking with occasional bouts of very gentle biting. I don't know if I was too hard, or if the timing was right, I just heard her say "how sweet."

A bit startled that I had woken her up, I asked her what was sweet. She said she had been dreaming that her breasts were being gently fondled, and here she wakes up to find out it was really happening. Yesss! I said to myself. I had actually entered her dream.

"Shall we?" she asked. I knew what she meant. I reminded her that tonight was my night to do what I pleased. The completion was going to happen in the morning. She pulled me up, held me tight, locked her lips on mine, closed her sexy eyes, and went back to sleep. It did not take her long to fall asleep. Not wanting a second round of waking her up, I waited quite some time before I released her hug, and slipped out.

The right breast hadn't got much stimulation so far. She was the one beckoning to me earlier, and it was her turn now. Tenderness was the name of the game here, and this one got plenty of it. It was now time to move on - the next stop was the shallow pit - the navel. A few lingering smacks and long licks, and I was ready to move on again. With my fingers, I parted the short crop of fur, and had my tongue follow that trail straight to the clitoris.

Another "mmm" stopped me in my tracks. I just lay there motionless for some time. Wondering if she was dreaming of someone touching her pussy lips, someone hovering close to her clitoris, someone about to wet her vagina. And I wondered if that someone was me - it probably wasn't. She had shared many of her fantasies with me. I was reality, and her fantasies were about other people, never about me.

One of her favorite fantasies is to be with five men at the same time. I too enjoy this fantasy of hers. We always wonder about who the five people would be - we go through our lists of friends. Pat is usually there along with me. The rest keep changing.

And, we talk about what these five men would do. If there were only one, he would penetrate her vaginally, anally, or orally. She always has trouble accepting that vaginal and anal can be done at the same time. Having done it with Pat and Shana, I tell her that it is possible - she does not believe me. But, to go along, she says ok. The third man is usually in her mouth, letting her run her tongue over his entire length, particularly the tip. Sucking someone, while being doubly penetrated is simple (at least logistically). We always wondered about what the last two men would do. Maybe, one on each of her breasts, pleasuring them, her and themselves, to no end. Or, she would just be holding their erections, one in each of her hands. That is when we usually move on. And, that is the point where I fell asleep tonight.

The next time I woke up, I found myself in an odd position - almost half off the bed, as my head was in front of her hips, her legs close to my crotch, and the rest of my body lower below. This wasn't very comfortable, So I got up, and turned myself so that we were now in a sixty-nine position. I was really face to face with her thighs, and her vagina. Through the sparse forest I could see her lips, and noticed how they occasionally moved in unison with her breathing.

Back to making the trail with my finger, I touched her lips. No movement from her! Good. I just lay there with my tongue touching the closed door. Once I was sure that we were OK, I moved my tongue a little more. Instinctively, she moved back a little. I moved forward to cover the distance. I was closer now, close enough to try and tongue-penetrate her. With my fingers, I parted her lips very slowly, stuck my tongue in a bit, and just stayed there, to let her get used to the feeling. Then I reached over to her hips, and pulled her closer to me, so that my tongue would go in more.

"Ahhhh, you are where I dreamt you would be." Was her sleepy sound that greeted me. Darn! I had woken her up again. "Now, where are the other four men?" she asked. I was stunned - it is as if we were both thinking the same thing. "Who were the four men?" I asked, dropping the bait. I wanted to know the men she was fantasizing about, this time. I could sense that she was smiling, but she did not say anything.

"Don't stop now. This is too much pleasure." Maybe that was the right thing to do. I just continued with my tongue. I pulled it out of her crack, and focused more on the clitoris, flicking it up and down. With her hands, she pressed my head harder into her pubic area. She was obviously very excited to start with. It did not take her long to climax. Convulsions and scream were followed by a calming feeling. Unlike the other times, however, she did not let go of my head. For a while I lay like that. It seemed like she had fallen asleep. Wondering what was going through her head, who the other four guys were, and what she was dreaming of now, I too fell asleep again.

I woke up again, to a view of her pubic hair. The wetness of her juices and my saliva had bunched them up, and the silkiness was gone. Instead, through the hair, there was a clear view of her lower lips. More important than that, the whiff of her juices was very pleasant. The gentle sound of her sleep was very soothing, so was her breath tickling my legs. I was so close that I took a taste of her pussy, and the juices in there. This was heaven, I thought. Waking up in this position - what else could I ask for.

It looked like it was morning, so I did not hesitate this time. I plunged into her crack, parting her lips with my tongue, and tasting more of the juices there. I took hold of the soft roundness of her bottom to pull her closer towards me. Soon I found her too, in the same role - licking at the tip of my erection, while pulling me into her. She knows how I like gentle bits at the tip, and her tongue splitting the crack there, and she always does it for me.

We were like this for a few minutes before I pulled away. There was more to be done this morning. Preserving excitement and energy for that was needed too. I inched further up, until I was level with her toes. The big ones got a good sucking before I got out of bed. Tried to get out, I should say. As I was getting out, she got hold of my hand, and pulled on it, dropped me right back in bed. Pulling me close to her, she gave me a soft peck on my lips, and hugged me tightly. I could feel her breasts on my chest, my hardness pressing into her stomach, and her wetness on my thighs.

"Don't we want to wake up this morning," I asked.

"Not really," she replied. "Why don't we spend the whole day like this."

"But there is something you want to hear about. Don't you?" She shot up in an instant. "Of course. What about Shana and Patrick?"

I was on top of her in an instant. But, she wanted the truth more than anything else. I thought of recounting the incident to her, but realized that it would be best to let her read the story. After all, the written version had gone through quite a bit of polishing, with the help of two very talented Literotica volunteer editors. I led her to the computer, turned the computer on, and sat down in the chair.

Confused as to what was going on, she sat down in my lap, to observe. In spite of the whole night spent with her body, my mind still wasn't done. I enjoyed the feel of her soft bottom on my thighs, Her slight weight increased the contact area. He soft skin always is a pleasure to touch. I asked her to be patient, and she was. I had yet more of her body while we waited for Windows to come up. My hands were constantly on her breasts, massaging them. Occasionally, I took mouthfuls of them. My fingers often went over to her pussy, playing with the tangles in her pubic hair.

She had never heard of literotica. I went to the website, and brought up my story. Engrossed, she read the whole story in one sitting. Wow, she said. And it has received more than 20,000 hits! Not only did the story make her really hot, but the fact that it had been read so many times, made her proud of me.

We usually have good sex. But, when she is pleased and proud, our sex is great. And, that is exactly what happened today. We spent the whole morning in bed. With me inside her, and with me outside her - but never with any bit of clothing in between. I was on top, and she was on top. We took a shower together, and she sucked me in the shower. That is my favorite place for oral sex. I lay her on the bed, and sucked at her little clittie until she couldn't take it any more.

Throughout the morning, She would do something, as ask me if Shana did that. The answer did not matter. It was the thought that made us hot. If it did not happen, then both of us fantasizing about it. And, if it did happen, then I would be pleased from the memory, and she, from her imagination. She knew the answers herself, but the questioning was fun, and she persisted.