Facesit

Intro

The shadows hid everything well.
She bobbed up and down, wriggling into the right position.
He gave a slight “mmmphhhh.” From underneath her, and she smiled in the dark.
Closing her eyes, she gave a sigh of utter comfort and content.
This was fun.

Her two bottom cheeks swallowed close to his entire head, her thighs rounded towards the top, her large, protruding ass hungrily seeming to feed on his face.
His nose pressed deep in her ass, her tightly-fitting white panties the only thing distancing his nose from her hungry, large ass hole.
She moaned with soft, orgasmic happiness, knowing there was no need to hold his wrists.

Eyeing his firm, solid erection, making a mountain in the folds of his jeans, she knew he was enjoying this just as much as her.
She bent forward, almost orgasming with the effort and the sensation of his nose shifting in her deep butt, and put her hand down his jeans.
He gave a slight surprised cry from deep inside her bottom, but she patted his stomach and he relaxed slightly, his back flattening against the floor.
He gave her an affectionate lick, and she wiggled her bottom, the flesh of her voluptuous ass cheeks clinging to his face and bobbing like apples.

Gripping his erection with her soft, cold hands, he shivered slightly as her fingers cautiously wrapped themselves around the very base of his penis, close to his scrotum, and he gave an appreciative sigh from underneath her.
This was going to be a night to remember.

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PART ONE

“Um… hello?”
Mark started, looking up from his newspaper. He had no idea anyone had been in the shop.
“Oh. Hello.”
He looked the customer up and down. She was pretty, with beautiful, long black hair, a great face with a perfect smile on it, her body like a statue of perfection. He ran the scanner over the magazine, the bottle of tequila and the jar of peanut butter.
“Can I see some ID, please?”
She pulled out her ID, and he inspected it closely, even though he didn’t terribly give a shit. It was close to the end of his shift.
He eyed her age.

She was 24, a total of three years older than him.
Awe funnelled through his veins. She looked no older than 19.
He cleared his throat, something he always did when aroused.
“um, that’s nine twenty.”
She paid him, with a huge grin on her face.
After he paid her, she just stood there, the grin never leaving her face for a single second.
After a few seconds, he looked back up, feeling himself going red.
“Um… can I help you?”
The smile dropped. “Oh… don’t you remember me?”

He scrutinized her face, praying to god she wasn’t someone from school.
“Uh, no? Sorry. I dunno who you are.”
Her shoulders gave a drop, and she looked heartbroken.
“I went to the same ballroom dance class as you did, a few years ago? I stopped, and after a while we just… lost contact.”
The memory flooded back into Mark’s brain like water. Cold, shocking water.
“Um, Kate?”
Her smile widened immediately.
“Yeah! How you doing, kiddo?”
He laughed.
“I’m here. Not much else to say.”
She punched him lightly, and he began to get an erection.
“Awwww. Come on, nothing wrong with working at a milk bar. Wanna catch up sometime?”
His eyes lit up for a moment.
“Um, sure… when?”
“How’s tonight?”
“Uh…”
He looked at her. She smiled.
“I guess so. What time?”
“Um, how about dinner, at 7?”
He grinned. “It’s a date.”
“cool as. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
She hurried out of the shop, and he got a good stare at her denim shorts.
What a great ass, he thought. So protruding, and firm.