Her smell and taste sent me over the edge into slow orgasms that built and built as I drowned in delicious pussy. Then she was coming and I literally ...as drowning. She shivered and leaned back, pussy still spasming and dripping onto my chest. I gasped for air while grinning from ear to ear. Across from us, Masuko was sitting on edge of her upper bunk, mouth open and watching. Shyly she moved her hand away from her pussy, revealing glisten red lips. “Can I taste you too, Masuko?” I asked. She. We got to know each other a little bit as we both undressed. She was gorgeous. She had one of those girl next-door bodies and a real down to Earth look about her. Not at all like some fake porn star. I liked her a lot. Once we got comfortable enough with each other to manage a kiss the music was hit and we were off to answer our cue. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her and neither could she. I wanted to taste her sweet pussy. I could almost smell her sex as we started to dance against each. It was a slow dance of untethered desire as we explored each other mouths with our seeking tongues, sweaty bodies sliding against each other. Hands wandering and exploring as mine naturally went straight to his fine tone ass and grabbed each cheek to pull him into me. I could feel the stirrings of his cock through his thin nylon gym shorts and see his nipples hardening not being hidden at all by his body builder style skimpy wife beater. I sat Steve down on the dressing bench and did a little. She and I did a dirty tango and I should never have gone out wearing sweat pants that night. After the bartender had told me 'never do that sort of thing in here again, ' he handed me a shot of Gold and said it was on the house: Best In House Entertainment Award, Duffy's Tavern, 1971. She was one of two or three fairly steady sexual relationships I was having, all of us just playing these great body games with each other. Obviously, I was in no mood to mess with a good thing, and I was just.