Even at this distance I could detect large brown nipples under the sheer white blouse . With my limited experience of skinny blonds and red headed Irish girls, those nipples were an endless focus of my attention. I think Ellen Joy sensed that. She would alway give me a big smile with her sparkling white teeth couched in full sensuous lips as she bounced through the dock on her way to meet with Sheldon. But that was only a teaser of the best part. It was the full round buttocks that wiggled through the loading dock that would grab Ricky’s and my eyes like super glue when she passed.
Woof!
Today she watched a bit and then sent a big smile in our direction as she slowly looked our sweaty shirtless bodies up and down with a leer I had never seen on a woman's face before, punctuated with a salacious wink in our direction. Since it was at a distance Ricky and I would argue the rest of the afternoon over who it was meant for.
That argument was settled when first thing next morning Sheldon had an assignment for me. Apparently Ellen had forgotten the product sample she needed for her design work and I was to deliver it to her studio at precisely eleven AM. The time was made clear to me, twice.
I was at her door at eleven on the dot. The studio was actually her apartment, so I was a little shy, but very curious to see how a thirty year old Bohemian artist lived. The door opened and there was Ellen Joy, hair wet and blacker than usual but still seductively straight and provocatively swept over her left eye. She had a blue satin robe loosely draped over her fragrant freshly showered body. I stammered a few apologies for being too early though I knew I wasn’t . She put me at ease quickly by waving me in and closing the door behind her. The view of her round booty was exceptional in that rather sheer robe as she led me into the room. When she turned her robe was perched perilously close to slipping beyond those extraordinary aureoles.
Ellen Joy held the package up to the light which streamed through the large apartment windows affording me a tantalizing silhouette view of her curvy womanly frame. When Ellen Joy turned she said, “I am going to need your assistance for a few moments. Can you pitch in for the company?”
“Of course,” I said eagerly not really knowing what I was agreeing to, but since the front of the robe was now revealing the dark brown edge of one of those brown disks of desire, I would have agreed to anything.
“I need you to photograph something as a font style I am thinking of using. I have tried but I cannot get focus or a proper angle for my needs.” With that she handed me a simple digital camera. I was momentarily disappointed but hope sprang eternal as did an erection when she turned and lowered her robe revealing her bare back with tattoo above her bulbous black tonged behind.
Ellen Joy peered over her shoulder to see the look on my face and then explained. “If you look real close at my tattoo and stop looking at my ass you will see that it is made up of very tiny script. I need you to get a clear picture of that for reference. If you do a good job on that maybe I’ll show you my tits.” For emphasis she had demurred and wrapped her arms to cover her breasts.
I set to the task at hand while still enjoying the scent of this freshly showered Italian beauty. I took a couple of shots and once satisfied I showed her my work.
“Good job,” she exclaimed and pirouetted around while raising her arms high above her head. She stuck a pose that displayed the most perfect pair of large brown nipple covered boobs to crowning seductive effect. I basked in the vision of her straight black hair framed her features, her flawless tanned bareness, and full womanly hips. Ellen Joy approached me and ran her arm along the ridge of my broad shoulders. My hand caressed her hip as I greedily reached for a handful of her firm round ass. Ellen Joy whispered in my ear, “Now see if you can write me story with your tongue in that tattoo font so I can really feel it”
With that Ellen joy pushed down on my shoulders bringing me to my knees as as I pulled her thong to her ankles leaving me face to face with her full retro nineteen seventies Italian black bush in my face. She draper one of her legs over my broad shoulders which opened the moist pink rose beneath the furry fringe. As my tongue made slow sweeping motions across the slick palette of Ellen Joy’s cunt I wrote of desires I never told a girl before, but Ellen being a women understood. As I worshiped at her moist curly black haired altar with my young and resolute tongue I heard her say breathlessly “I think I am going to need you for the rest of the afternoon. Let me call Sheldon, He’ll understand.”
Her instruction and suggestions that afternoon payed dividends with many a skinny blond and red headed Irish girl for many years to cum.
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