Blueberry Pt. 02

I took her hands and stared into her eyes. I sat down on my heels to be at eye level with her and looked at her closely. I brought my head closer. Her pale face was right in front of me. She was just a few inches away from me. I could see the blonde hairs on her face. The sound of her breathing, the warmth of her breath, I felt every single one of them. I brought my face closer and kissed her eyes one by one from left to right. My beautiful summer girl, her face was cold. She was sweating. She had withered. She had changed a lot compared to two years ago. It seemed like she was aging. I couldn't blame her. She had been under a lot of pressure lately. Her intense work on one side and mental and psychological pressures on the other. With the back of my hand, I touched her face and stroked it. She surrendered herself to the wave of my hands. She closed her eyes and absorbed the good feeling. I brushed away her short hair that had fallen onto her face and kissed her forehead. I moved toward the mole beside her face, then the mole near her lips...

Kiss by kiss, I moved down, to her neck and then between her breasts. Between her breasts was full of pretty moles. My beautiful and unique girl...

Then I placed one hand behind her and, while kissing her forehead, laid her down. She was wearing only a sports crop top and sports shorts. I kissed her lips. She was calm, but seemed a little anxious. Her eyes darted back and forth, wanting to see what I was going to do with her. Two years ago in this very room, we had played together for a night, and now she had booked time with me again to experience another sweet moment together. Last time I hadn't hit her, hadn't left any red marks on her body, hadn't even humiliated her, we had just played a few little games together, but we both enjoyed it so much that it was unforgettable.

She was biting her lips and looking at me. She had her legs bent and resting on the floor. I bent over her legs and placed my hands on her thighs, pushing down, making her straighten her legs. Then I moved toward the soles of her feet. She looked at me with stress. I dragged my foot along her shin, and then over her foot. I sat down on the floor. I placed my hand under her heel and lifted it up. I kissed her big toe. She stared at me, hypnotized. She couldn't believe it. Her breathing had quickened. I kissed it one more time. She moved her foot. My honey girl. She closed her eyes. She was feeling the good sensation again. I held her foot in my hand and started massaging. First I massaged the sole of her foot and then each of her toes one by one. She had calmed down a bit. But I still felt her stress. I moved to her other foot and kissed and massaged that one too. Little by little, she relaxed.

I took her hand in mine. I placed my finger in her hand and while curling her hand into a fist, I whispered softly: "Make a fist!"

Together, we curled her hand into a fist around my finger.

I continued more softly: "I am always beside you, beauty!"

She smiled. I bent down and kissed her fisted hand. She was calmer than before, as if a blue breeze was flowing through the room. I felt it; her sensitive soul had drawn close to me.

I planted another kiss on her fist and stood up. I walked over to the closet in the room and pulled out a diaper. Turning back to her, she looked at me with eager eyes and a smile. I sat down beside her and stroked her legs. From her thigh down to her knee, I caressed her other leg as well. She looked at me in peace and anticipation. I slid my hand right into the middle of her pussy. She let out a long breath. I placed my finger right over her clitoris through her underwear and rubbed. Her breathing turned rapid and she let out a moan. Her moan wasn't very loud, but she writhed and moaned to some extent. I placed my hand on her pussy, my fingers resting on her vagina, pressing her underwear against her pussy so it would get thoroughly soaked with her own juices. And then I started rubbing her. She writhed and moaned. She had aroused me. The urge surged within my own clitoris. Whenever I got aroused, my clitoris felt a certain way, as if my entire lower abdomen was pleading with my clitoris to be released.

I stroked her pussy and rubbed her. She enjoyed it and moaned for me. Every once in a while, I would press her underwear against her pussy to soak it.

Gradually, she got so wet that the moisture soaked right through her underwear and wet my hand too.

I smiled and said: "You really want it badly, don't you?"

She twisted and writhed. I placed my finger on her clitoris, rubbing it fast, then tapped it. Her moan came from the bottom of her heart; she was intensely aroused. I grabbed the upper edges of her underwear and pulled down. Her underwear was stuck to her pussy by the wetness. It was an interesting sight. A waterfall had formed right there, and the harder I pulled her underwear down, the more the wetness stretched. She realized what was going on. Embarrassed, she waited for my next move. With a smile, I pulled her underwear completely down and took it off. I opened it and looked inside. It was wet enough. She watched me expectantly. I sat comfortably on the floor and spread my legs. I started rubbing my own pussy and talked to her: "My wet girl."

Eagerly, and biting her lip, she watched me. I continued:

-- "Did you know you soaked me?"

Her sweet laughter made my heart feel good.

-- "Did you know I'm dying to taste your mouth? Huh?"

I threw her underwear toward her; it landed squarely on her face. I said: "At first I wanted to pull your wet underwear over your face. To make you cum while tasting your own juices. But well... since you were a good girl and moaned for me without embarrassment, I want to give you a reward."

She started to shake her head when I said: "Don't shake it, good girl. Your underwear stays on your face. Try to guess what your reward is just like that."

Her underwear had landed on her face in such a way that the inside part rested right on her lips. If she spoke, she would taste herself. I said: "Come on, good girl. You don't want me to punish you, do you?"

She quickly obeyed: "Your own underwear, Mama?"

-- "Mhm."

I continued rubbing myself and said: "But there's a condition. It has to get as wet as your own underwear."

I picked up the vibrator from beside me and brought it close to her pussy: "And your wetness updates every five minutes too."

I turned on the vibrator; it buzzed and she said: "Mama!"

I pulled it away from her pussy and pressed it back against her. I said: "Moan, good girl. Try to get Mama wet enough."

-- "Oom. Aah. Oom. Hoom."

I turned the vibrator speed higher. She writhed and enjoyed it. My own underwear was getting wet. I wasn't really much of a wet person. Most of my pleasures were internal. I wasn't even the type who could cum easily just by rubbing; I needed to press my entire pussy.

Her pussy remained captive to the vibrator, and her moans filled the room. With the running vibrator, I tapped her clitoris. One, two, three... With the third tap, she let out a loud moan and came intensely. I was thrilled seeing her pleasure: "Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Good girl."

I turned off the vibrator and pulled her into an embrace. She got up from the floor and nestled into my arms. Like a baby wanting to nurse, I hugged her and pressed her head against my chest. I placed a kiss on her short hair and stroked her white body. She had calmed down in my arms. Her body was relaxed.