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Caitlyn von Hippel is the very definition of sexy! I opened the app on my phone as soon as I see her, so I can watch her while I drive. She’s tall and slender, has to be five-eight or five-ten, long dark hair that curves inward, covering the chasm between her larger than average breasts (damn!), and she gorgeous. Just my type.
She’s older than the students I usually pick up, probably somewhere around thirty. She wears a light blue short sleeved sweater and black slacks. Her cinnamon-colored lips form a warm, inviting smile.
She’s in my back seat now, looking around as if she’s in an art gallery, studying paintings. I watch her look down and stroke the upholstery as if it’s a satin bed sheet, or a lover’s leg.
Every movement is erotic. It’s as if she’s in the middle of an orgy, watching pairs and thrupples dallying around her, wanting to join in.
The way she acts makes me want to ask if she’s horny. Then it hits me.
‘Are you familiar with pheromones?’
‘Of course. I’m a clinical psychologist. I specialize in human sexual response. Why?’
Why indeed! Bingo!
‘A lot of the girls I pick up have sex back there.’
‘Interesting. No wonder I’m experiencing arousal. How does that happen?’
‘Sometimes I tell them they have pretty eyes. Or I ask if they’ve ever hooked up before. Lots of ways.’
‘Is it really that easy?’
‘Seems like it. If I can get them to talk about sex, I can usually get them to have sex. I watch their body language, how they look at each other. If they look at each other a lot, I may ask them to kiss.’
I wonder if I’m talking too much, but if she’s ‘experiencing arousal,’ talking about sex, maybe describing what I get girls to do will get her to do something.
‘You get them to kiss, and they just keep going?’
‘Sometimes. I had a pair last week that went straight from kissing to fingering each other. Once they both came, I suggested they taste each other, and they did.’
‘Did they undress?’
‘Eventually. At first, they stuck their hands down each other’s shorts. How about you? Does talking about sex get your clients to have sex?’
‘I don’t talk about sex, I observe.’
‘Ooh, you like to watch! Kinky! So do I,’ I giggle.
‘I didn’t mean it like that.’
‘I wonder if it might be pheromones. No matter how well I clean the back seat, it seems like the next pair is just as eager as whoever used it last.’
‘It could be pheromones. I’m not familiar with any studies on whether or not they linger.’
‘How are you feeling?’
‘A little horny. But I’m not into women, just so you know.’
‘That’s what they all say! If I asked you to take off your clothes right now, would you?’
‘Not here.’
‘Where?’
‘Don’t forget, I’m a straight girl.’
‘You do masturbate, don’t you?’
‘Only when absolutely necessary.’
‘I’m not suggesting we have sex, but I do enjoy watching.’
Her smile indicates she likes this idea.
She slips out of her slacks and says, ‘I will if you will.’
‘Music to my ears!’
She’s already stroking her pussy through her panties!
‘I do know a place. A client of mine….’
She let it hang there, but she directs me south of town, down a rural road, and has me pull up to a gate. She gets out, in her panties, and unhooksd a chain–it wasn’t attached to anything, merely wrapped around two posts–opens it, and closesd it again after I drive through. When she gets back in, she joins me up front.
Maybe a hundred yards down a dirt lane, we go down a short incline. I think about asking what she and her client did down here, but I resist. I like the way things are going.
But you know me! Sometimes I just can’t resist.
‘How did you happen to come down here?’
‘I conducted a session here once. I’d stop here,’ she suggested, as we approached a sandbar beside a peaceful stream. ‘I don’t know if your car will sink into the mud.’
I take her advice, shift into park and shut off the engine. The spot is perfect, shaded by a towering maple.
I roll down all the windows so we can enjoy the fresh country air, and the dappled sunlight dancing on the sparkling water.
‘The catch on your seat is right here,’ I say, showing her mine.
Then I swivel toward her. She does likewise, now sporting a huge grin. No need to hurry; this is definitely going to happen.
‘When Bostancı travesti you say, “conducted a session,” what did that entail?’
‘You know I can’t tell you,’ she says, smiling conspiratorially.
‘I don’t mean name names! Just… did you participate?’
‘Other than talk, no.’
‘Male or female?’
‘Female. I’d never leave the office with a man.’
During all this, she continues to tease herself, her pale green silk panties reminding me of ice cream!
‘You must be ready to get out of those,’ I tell her.
‘Like I said, I will if you will.’
‘You’re delicious!’ I giggle.
I take my time, pulling my top over my head, unfastening my bra and shrugging it off. I let it drop between us onto the floor.
‘You should know my name,’ I say, lifting my breast. ‘It’s Kelliann.’
She watches me lean forward. I can’t suck on my own boobs, but I can get my tongue down to them. I circle my nipple, watching her watch me. She continues to stroke her panties.
I raise the other breast, circle my nipple several times, then pinch them both, twisting them, slippery with saliva.
‘Is this what you watch your clients do?’
‘No. Not with individuals. I council them individually, but I coach them as a couple. And I never do this,’ she says, pulling her sweater off over her head.
Her pale blue satin bra comes next, then her panties.
‘You have an amazing body,’ I tell her as I slip out of my shorts..
‘Thank you. So do you.’
I stretch the elastic of my panties a few times before I slide them down my legs. Then I lean over next to her and remove the pouch from my glove box.
‘Do you like toys?’ I ask, handing it to her.
She opens it, reaches in and pulls out my Lioness. She smells it.
‘They’re clean. Disappointed?’
‘Yes and no,’ she giggles, handing the pouch to me.
She knows what to do with it. She holds it in one hand and twists the base with the other.
‘I’ve never done anything like this before either,’ she says, teasing her clit with the tip of the vibe.
‘You’ve never used toys?’
‘Not with anyone watching.’
‘I’d like to think I’m not just anyone.’
‘I suppose I’d have to agree.’
‘Would you rather pretend I’m not here?’
‘No.’
‘You certainly don’t seem shy.’
‘I am fairly self-confident.’
‘I suppose you know you’re fucking gorgeous.’
‘Someone may have mentioned it. You’re certainly… you must be able to get all the boys… or do you prefer girls?’
‘I enjoy both, but I’d be hot for you, even if I only did boys. Doesn’t it feel good?’
‘Mm, yes it does.’
She pulls the vibe away, coats a pair of fingers with saliva and does a few turns on her clit. Then she presses the vibe against the sensitive flesh, making tight circles.
‘Do you enjoy playing with yourself?’
‘Very much. Oh… yeah… mm.’
She enters herself with the vibe, licks her fingers again, then slowly fucks herself while rubbing her clit up and down. She begins to whimper.
‘Are you close already?’
Almost like a little girl, she nods and says, ‘Mm-hmm.’
‘Are you going to come for me?’
‘Yes, I’m… very… oh, god, YES!’
I watched her luscious body quake erotically. Through it, she somehow manages to watch me watch her, even as her head jerks and her shoulders shudder.
After her last spasm, she pulls out the vibe and falls back in her seat, breathing hard. But she doesn’t turn the vibe off, she circles first one areola with it, then the other.
When her breathing slows, she says, ‘Well, that was fun!’
‘It was fun to watch. Almost as much fun as making myself come.’
‘Can I watch you sometime?’
‘You just did.’
‘No, I mean watch you seduce a young coed.’
‘That sounds like even more fun.’
‘I mean for research, compare her experience to mine.’
‘Of course,’ I tease.
She laughs, and says, ‘I want to go back for my Ph.D. Then you can call me Doc!’
She’s proud of herself, now putting on a show. And the whole time, I’d been rolling my nipples, so entranced with her display, moving on hadn’t occurred to me!
But now that it had, I reached over and grabbed the vibe. I did drop the pouch on her tummy.
‘Find something else,’ I tell her. This is my favorite.’
This elicits a full body laugh. As that subsides, Bostancı travestileri she opens the pouch, digs around and pulls out a hot pink Hummer. She looks it over, finds the control and turns it on. Still smiling, she finds a vibration she likes, teases her nipples and looks my direction once more.
I’d been waiting for this. I slide nearly all of the vibe into my mouth and suck it clean of her juices while she watches.
‘Mm, yummy.’
She laughs again.
‘You have a delightful laugh.’
‘I find you amusing,’ she tells me as she slowly traces the center of her tummy downward.
When it reaches her clit, she tries to close her mouth over her smile, without much success. She sighs.
‘This is nice,’ she tells me, pressing the vibe against her clit while one, then two fingers glide in and out of her puffy pink lips.
‘Masturbating together?’ I asked as I tease myself with the Lioness.
‘No,’ she laughs. ‘Well, yes, but I mean your little toy. I may have to buy one of these for myself.’ She appears to ponder this as she fucks herself, then says, ‘I wonder if it’s possible for pheromones to seep into the upholstery and ooze back out when someone sits down on it. I’ve never done anything like this before. Something must be making me want this so much.’
‘Want to play with yourself?’
‘Play with myself, watch you, come. Oh my.’
‘Are you going to come for me again?’
‘Yes, very–‘ she inhales sharply and exhales noisily. ‘I’m very close already.’
I enjoy fresh, young, enthusiastic talent, but there’s something about this woman that turns me on even more than watching two sweet young things who have never been with another girl before, fumble and find their way toward ecstasy.
I try to match her stroke for stroke, wanting to catch up, hoping to come with her, but before I get there, she jerks again. And again. Then she goes into spasms, her mouth dropping open, her eyes half closed and her whole body vibrating.
That’s when I catch up. My pussy convulses around the smooth shaft pulsating inside me. Waves of pleasure shoot out from my very center, my entire body shuddering with such intense pleasure, I think I might die and be reborn. I ride those surges, feeling the flood of sweet nectar trickle out onto my slowly moving hand.
As euphoria drifts away, I find Caitlyn, that warm, inviting smile on those sweet lips, looking at me. I want those lips on me.
‘Watching you come made me come,’ I tell her. ‘You’re very sexy.’
‘I’ve never really thought of myself that way, but now, I find myself wanting more.’
This time, she strokes both cheeks with the vibe, then runs it under her chin a few times before sliding it back down to her nipples.
‘Does that keep you aroused?’
‘Yes, my clitoris is too sensitive after I come to keep it there, but it feels quite nice other places, and I find I’m already well on my way once I can return it to more sensitive areas.
‘Interesting.’
‘I’m hoping for Status Orgasmus.’
‘What’s that?’
‘An orgasm lasting more than a minute. I enjoy them occasionally. And there’s a good chance I can achieve one today.’
‘And I thought I was good!’
‘You’re very good. You’re very sexy yourself. I never thought I would enjoy watching a woman… having another woman this close while I’m… doing this, but having you watch seems to intensify everything.’
‘Are you going to come for me again?’
‘With pleasure. Most women are capable of multiple orgasms, but they don’t try for a second because they’re too sensitive. But if I keep teasing my nipples, my arousal remains high until I can touch myself again.’
I want to keep her talking. If I can distract her, maybe she’ll want her release so bad, she’ll be unable to resist when I move over to help her.
‘What did you call it, a status orgasm?’
‘Yes, I can often achieve them when I’m alone, allowed to concentrate. They can last up to sixty seconds.’
‘Oh my! Show me, please.’
Her smile grows, her eyes locked on mine as she lowers the vibe to her clit, glides it up and down a few times, then slides it in as deep as it will go. She pulls it out, replaces it with two fingers, fucks herself while holding the vibe against her clit.
‘Maybe… maybe… oh god….’
I watch, super turned on, unable to move. It Travesti bostancı happens so fast. First, her body convulses in a spastic contraction, one, then another, and another, and another. Then she seems to stiffen, freezing in mid stroke, her body shuddering. It seems to last forever.
I find myself holding my breath, but I run out of air and force myself to exhale and inhale once again. I wish I had a stop watch to time it; I’m sure it lasted at least two minutes.
Then she goes limp, gasping for breath. When she opens her eyes again, they’ve gone from deep blue to dark violet!
‘Oh my god, Caitlyn, you are amazing,’ I tell her.
She smiles at me with her eyes, but her mouth is too busy sucking in air to join in. I seize the opportunity to hop into the back seat next to her.
‘Maybe you can teach me that sometime, but right now, I’m dying to taste you.’
She looked at me demurely. She doesn’t say, please do, but she doesn’t tell me she’ll slap me, if I try.
‘I know you told me your pussy is too sensitive right now, but how about this?’ I ask, as I wrap my lips around a fiercely rigid nipple.
I don’t know if she’s too exhausted to stop me, or if she likes it. I swirl my tongue around the tip, coating it with enough saliva so that when I lick my way over to her other tit, I can roll it with my thumb and forefinger. When she finally seems to breathe normally again, I hear her sigh.
I raise up and ask, ‘Are you still too sensitive?’
‘I don’t know. I’ve never….’
That’s all I need to hear. I scramble to get down in front of her, wedging my body between her knees, kissing my way up one thigh, then doing the same to the other. When I look up, her eyebrows are raised in a curious arch. I lean in.
My first taste of her makes her squirm, but I feel her hands on my head, holding me in place. I lick again, looking up, watching her enjoy the flick of my tongue. Her hips begin rocking gently, moving her naughty bits solidly into my tongue. This will be her fourth orgasm in rapid succession, if I can bring her off. And judging by the way her body responds to my skillful lapping, not only will she, but very soon.
I suck in her clit, holding it with my lips while I diddle it with the tip of my tongue. She begins to whimper, her body shuddering. I feel her jerk. It catches me by surprise and I lose my grip on her, but I regain it quickly. My tongue sashays up and down and around her sex spot. Her body stiffens. She groans, shaking uncontrollably, head flung back, her sweet titties quaking, then she pushes me away.
‘Oh my god,’ she says, gasping. Then she giggles and asks, ‘How did I taste?’
‘Caitlyn, you are, like so sweet!’
‘Please call me Cate. I think you know me well enough!’
I hope to continue ‘knowing’ you, I think, but I keep that thought to myself. I love watching my passengers have their first girl-girl experience, but this is a mature woman who I hope to see again. And again. Which reminds me….
‘So, you’d like to do research. Would you–‘
‘That sounded like fun while I was horny, but I couldn’t risk you picking up one of my clients.’
‘Well, how about if I’m picking up girls from a dorm? I would assume your clients must have jobs, and insurance, not still be in school.’
‘Do you know their names?’
‘Only the one using my app. They take a picture of their driver’s license when they register. But I don’t know their friends’ names until I hear them. And then, it’s only first names.’
She seems disappointed. Which gives me an idea.
‘I suppose I can trust you.’
‘I should hope so, the things I let you do to me!’
‘Part of the reason I only transport girls is for my own safety. I wouldn’t expect them to rob… or murder me. But just in case, I had a camera installed here,’ I say, pointing to the lens in the rear view mirror. I don’t tell her about the other two, not yet, but I do say, ‘I have a router that sends the feed back to my home computer. I have instructions I leave on my keyboard, so if anything ever happens to me, the police can look at the video.’
She looks at me a bit skeptically, probably about to ask if that means I have a recording of all we’ve done.
To distract her, I say, ‘I could give you a spare key, and you could let yourself in, and watch, in real time, without anyone knowing.’
‘And what if it is one of my clients?’
‘I’ll leave that up to you.’
I don’t say it, but if she’s waiting for me when I get home, possibly teasing herself, gearing up for a third, or possibly fourth orgasm… the thought sends a shiver up and down my spine! Could this be the beginning of a beautiful friendship?!
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