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Marcia and Lee's home was beautiful and tastefully decorated. I thought he was going a little too fast, but he was right, I knew why I was here. "Umm, Lee why don't I change first?"

The bedroom had an ensuite bathroom. I'm not sure why, but I'd gone shopping. I'd bought a couple of teddies in different styles. The one I put on was baby blue to match my eyes and was more like a long shirt that tied at the waist. It barely covered my ass, and up top, even when tied showed most of my 36DDs.

If you recall, Marcia and I were both large-breasted; the difference was that she was fifty-five and I was thirty. I assumed Lee liked big tits and if he was the pussy eater Marcia claimed, he was welcome to them.

He was, oh my God, he was. The pussy eater, Marcia claimed that is. I'd had a great time with Sajy and Ito on Nui Beach but Lee. . .

None of the men I'd been with could hold a candle to Lee as a pussy eater. In fact, he didn't eat my pussy, he made love to it with his tongue.

For a man his age, he had incredible stamina. I don't know why Marcia ever left home. I don't know why she got out of bed.

It was the best week of my life. Lee knew when to do my clitoris and when to lick my slit and my pussy hole as I reveled in another orgasm. "OOOOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOH, OOH LEE, OOOH LEE, I'M CUMMING AGAIN, OOH LEE, YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME," I cried as I came again.

I can't tell you how many times I begged him to eat me. "PLEASE LEE, DO MY CLITORIS AGAIN. MAKE ME CUM AGAIN. PLEASE."

I also can't tell you how many times I said, "OH LEE, DON'T STOP, I'M CUMMING AGAIN."

Ladies, I know you know what's it like to have a man want you and make you feel like the most special person in the world. If you don't, I feel bad for you. Lee, not only made me feel special; he made my pussy feel like it was the most beautiful, tastiest pussy in the world.

He didn't show any interest in fucking me or in a blowjob, although his cock was rock hard most of the time. Speaking of which, he might have had the smallest cock I'd ever seen. Maybe that's why he was such a good pussy eater. Maybe that's why Marcia had gone crazy over Ito's big cock.

Speaking of Marcia, Lee confided in me that they were happily married and that he understood that she needed to be with other men periodically. He said, "as soon as she gets home, we'll spend three or four days barely getting out of bed." My God, I thought, the man's tongue must be worn out. I'd heard of replacement knees and hips, but a replacement tongue?

Before I left, "Lurleen, you have the most delicious pussy, if we should do this again, consider something. Marcia won't do it, but I'm hoping if I see you again, you might."

I wasn't sure what he was getting at. Did he want to fuck my ass? Did he want to watch while Marcia and I did some girl-on-girl stuff? By the way, both of those were a resounding NO!!!

"I was in Mexico years ago with this woman. She called her pussy, her Mexican hairless. There's been nothing like it." It took me a moment to figure out what he meant. It wasn't anything I'd ever thought about, and now that I did, I dismissed it.

I could have flown home and been in Mobile in a few hours. I opted to take the train. I wasn't ready for the mundane, everyday things that people do at home. I was high on Lee's tongue and the rocking of the train kept me that way. As I said, I didn't give much thought to what Lee said about his Mexican hairless girlfriend.

There was a text from Marcia. "I hope you had a good time with Lee. He said you were fabulous. Anytime, you want to come for a visit, our door is always open. I think you lit a little spark in Lee; he's been insatiable. Thank you."

No, thank you, Marcia, I thought.

Over the next year, the travel agency did well. I rewarded the women in my office with trips I couldn't take or had other options. I'd never seen a happier bunch of women. I was certain I knew why. Patti got divorced. "Lurleen, with all the men on these cruises, it wouldn't be right to cheat on my husband."

Don't get me wrong. All the girls worked hard and apparently played hard too. I know I did.

I was the guest of three different cruise lines, mostly in the Caribbean and through the Panama Canal.

I got another email from Marcia. "I have a short five-day cruise out of Mobile. Would you like a house guest?"

"Did she mean her husband, Lee?" My panties were already damp.

"I'll be sure to be home. Just give me the dates."

Marcia sent me the dates, and this, "Lee wants to know if you considered what he said about the Mexican hairless?"

I wrote back, "I look forward to his visit." Frankly, I hadn't given much thought to the Mexican hairless thing. Okay, I hadn't given any thought to the Mexican hairless thing. Now, it came back to me.

Lee would not be in Mobile for another month. I tried to get his request out of my mind, but it was always there. I nonchalantly asked some of the girls in the office about such a thing. Patti said, "I know women get their legs waxed. It's supposed to last months."

"That sounds better than shaving every few days. I heard there's a place down by the docks that does it," Gretchen said.

Gretchen meant that it did leg waxing. Their ad said so. It said nothing about pubic hair removal. I couldn't imagine.

I couldn't get Lee's tongue out of my mind. I couldn't imagine that any woman could. One day, I found myself in front of the waxing salon Gretchen mentioned. I casually walked in and inquired about having my legs waxed. I just happen to see a very small sign, "WE WAX YOUR MOST INTIMATE PLACES."

I quietly inquired about the sign. "Do you do many of those? Does it hurt? How long does it last?"

"It seems to be a fad among young newlyweds. Apparently, their husbands love it," the receptionist smiled. "We have lots of repeat business. The first time it's painful for a few days but most women say a couple of aspirin help. The women who are repeat customers come in about once a month."

I made an appointment for the week before Lee was due to arrive. "I assume the person who will be doing it is a woman?"

"Oh yes. Claire is very professional and has been doing them for quite a few years. I assure you, your husband will love it," she smiled again. She didn't have to know I wasn't doing it for my husband, but for a man my grandfather's age and someone else's husband.

I didn't like the way I looked. Here I am, thirty-years-old and I looked pre-pubescent. I must say that I did feel smooth and if Lee was impressed and it was just a one-time thing, I was okay with it. As Claire, the waxer lady said, "it'll grow back."

Lee knocked on my door. He was as anxious as I was. When he saw what I'd done, he went crazy. Crazy on my pussy. He was here for five days; 120 hours. The majority of those hours Lee's tongue was doing my pussy. The majority of those hours I was in orgasmic heaven. "Lurleen, thank you, you have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. And the sweetest. Are you ready for more? I can't get enough of your pussy."

While on my back, and Lee doing my pussy, I promised myself that I'd get a wax every month. If not for Lee, for whomever was currently eating my pussy. Lee had been the most amazing pussy eater when I was their guest in St. Louis. Now, that he was in my home in Mobile, and my pussy was bare, he was so much better. I told you that I cried with joy when he ate me in St. Louis and begged him for more.

Begging does not describe what I wanted from Lee. I would have done anything. Earlier, I said ass fucking was off limits. That was no longer true. All Lee had to do was ask. If he wanted me to do Marcia while he watched when she got back, I would, but please Lee, keep eating me. Lee didn't want any of those things he just wanted to eat my girl-like pussy.

When I went back to work, the girls wanted to know who I'd been with. "Is it that obvious?" I asked.

"Your complex looks fabulous, and in all the time I've known you, you're not wearing make-up." Gretchen said. "Not that you need it. Who is he or is it, who are they?"

My lips were sealed, although if Lee walked in the door right now, my legs would be open as soon as I could get him alone.

Lee returned to St. Louis where Marcia was waiting. "Baby, those boys don't do to me what you do. Take care of Marcia's pussy."

Six months later Marcia sent me an email:

"Can you get away for about a month? I have an opportunity to spend a week in Asia. The cruise is based out of Thailand. I'm allowed one guest. I'm thinking that after the cruise we make our way to Phuket and then to Nui Beach. I'll try to reserve a couple of rooms in that little hotel right on the beach."

TO BE CONTINUED

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