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Erotic Story/Crazy Lenny: Lenny and the randy bookstore lady (Part 8)



The next few days drag by with no call from Amaka.

Tuesday morning as I’m on my way to lectures, my phone rings. It’s an unknown number, but I answer it anyway.

“Lenny? It’s Amaka.” My dick stirs before I can even answer her.

“Hi,” I finally say,

“It’s great to hear from you.” It’s 8:45 in the morning and I’m already walking toward my eleven o’clock philosophy lecture.

“What are you doing today?” She asks, somewhat seductively.

“Whatever you want,” I answer, ready to abandon my classes in an instant.

“I want your fantasy, Lenny,” she says, quietly.

“You made me so wet telling me about it, I’m sure it’s what I need. Can we meet somewhere?” Damn! My dick is pushing out my trousers as I turn back towards my car.

“Absolutely! Do you want to come to my apartment or meet somewhere else?” I ask her. My room-mate has lectures all day and I’m trying to remember how our apartment looks.

“Your apartment is great. Are you sure it’s okay?” She sounds excited.

“Yeah. My roommate has lectures all day so he won’t be back until evening. What time?” I am so excited I can hardly talk. I’m almost running to my car.

“Well, I was thinking of right away, unless you need more time,” She says.

“No, right away is great!” I throw my books in my bag. I give her my address and hurried home to straighten things up.

Half an hour later, I just finished putting dishes in the sink and selecting a light blues music on my laptop when she’s knocking on my door. I open it wearing jeans, a shirt and no shoes.

“You’re beautiful!” I say taking her into my arms. She’s wearing a white blouse tucked into tight jeans and high-heeled shoes. We’re kissing passionately before I can even get the door closed. It’s obvious that the anticipation level is high for both of us. I decide to slow things down.

“Can I get you something to drink? A coke or something stronger?” I walk her toward the chair and we sit down. She takes her shoes off and positions her feet under her legs.

“No, thanks I’m fine. What do you mean something stronger? Small boy,” She teases, kissing me again.

We sit there, kissing on the chair. I’m determined to take this slowly and keep my hands on her back, resisting the urge to touch her breasts or squeeze her ass. She’s more aggressive and has one hand cupped around my ass cheek while her other hand is on my neck. Our tongues are entwined and our bodies are pushed against each other.

“Slow down,” I whisper, pulling my lips back from hers.

“How long can you stay?” I ask her.

“All day,” She breathes and starts kissing me even more urgently than before. This woman is hot. I’m wondering how I’m going to slow this down again, when I feel her hand move around my leg and rub up and down the length of my dick. Damn! I’ve got to get control here and… Fuck! She’s undoing my belt.

I gently grab her wrists and pull them up in front of her, breaking off the kiss.

“Amaka, we have all day,” I whisper.

“There’s no need to rush.”

“Oh yeah?” She responds.

“Maybe your need isn’t in a rush, but mine is. Lenny, once I decided I could handle this, it’s all I’ve thought about.” She twists her wrist out of my grasp and takes my hand, moving it down between her legs. “You can probably feel the heat coming through my jeans. I’ve been soaking wet just thinking about this.”

“Okay,” I say.

“We don’t have to slow to a crawl but let’s make it memorable. Come on.” I stand up, pulling her up with me.

“We’ll go to the bedroom.” Once there, I sit on the edge of my bed and pull her over to stand between my legs. My face is even with her breasts as I unbutton her blouse. She starts helping me, trying to speed things up but I push her hands away.

“Please,” I plead.

“Let me undress you,” I say, looking in her lustful eyes.

“I really want to undress you, Amaka,” I whisper and continue undoing her buttons.

Her jeans are so tight I have to unzip them to pull her blouse out. I push it off her shoulders and she lets it fall to the floor. Her lace bra can barely contain her full breasts, and her hard nipples are pushing against the fabric. I take one in each hand, lifting them as I rub my thumbs across her nipples through the thin material.

She lets out a low moan as I plant kisses all over her stomach and continue to rub and pinch her nipples through her bra. Reaching behind her, I find the fastener and release her breasts from their lacy enclave. Tossing her bra aside I gaze at the sumptuous feast in front of me. It’s so much better than even my vivid imagination could conjure.

Her breasts are firm for their size, with two-inch areolas that are so dark they are almost black. Her protruding nipples are over half an inch long and as thick as my pinkie. I wrap my lips around her left nipple, sucking and licking the little nub while I squeeze her right breast with my hand. She puts one hand on my shoulder while running her other hand on my head, holding my head to her breast.

I suckle at her breasts for a long time, alternating left and right and even burying my face between them. Her nipples are very responsive growing rock hard from my lengthy smooching.

I’m still nibbling on her nipple when I unzip her jeans and start pulling them down. She wiggles and sucks in her breath to help me get them past her hips. I take my mouth off her breasts to pull her jeans down to her ankles and she lifts her feet out of them, pushing them away. Her panties are soaking wet and I push my nose against her crotch, breathing in her scent.

She moves her legs apart as I cup her pussy through her panties, lightly rubbing my thumb in circles over the thin material.

“Mmmm.,” she says dreamily, pushing her pussy against my hand. “That’s nice.”

I slip my hands inside the waistband of her panties and pull them down, revealing her thick, black patch of hair. As her panties glide to the floor, I cup her ass cheeks and rub my face back and forth against her pussy, enjoying in the soft texture of her thick bush. I’ve never felt anything like it. I pull my face back and look up past her large breasts to her beautiful eyes and ask her if she’s ready for her hand and foot massage now.

“You’re not still on that massage my hands to relax me fantasy, are you?” she says smiling.

“I know this is your fantasy Lenny but can we fast forward a little? I need to move a little faster than that. Doesn’t all this wetness mean anything to you?” she laughs.

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