The Summer of '99

"Me? Look at you! I think your waist is even smaller than when we were teenagers!" I openly studied the gentle downward slope of her body from her rib cage to the small of her waist, and then the nearly mirror image slope as it rose back up to her hips, and curved around that sweet ass. Feeling a bit light-headed from the combination of her presence and the many beers I'd had, I blurted out, "No offense, but your tits look bigger than ever, too!"

She laughed at my alcohol-induced brusqueness.

"Well, they might be slightly augmented, if you know what I mean. But only slightly," she chuckled. "I know you're not a breast man anyway," she said, and she turned over onto her stomach on the bed. "This is what you like," she purred, giving her back the slightest arch to accentuate her curves.

"Oh, I don't know. I like a nice chest too. But you're right, I adore a beautiful ass." I couldn't keep my eyes from straying to hers as I said it.

Her face was partially hidden behind her outstretched arm, so that I could only see her eyes, but they said volumes. "Would you like to kiss it? You know, for old time's sake?"

I walked silently over to the bed and slowly brought both of my hands up to her shoulders, and began kneading them, giving her a sensuous back rub. "You know I could never resist an opportunity to kiss your ass, Angie..." I leaned forward and kissed her temple. I caressed my way down her back. She let out soft sighs and stretched her legs and arms while I touched her sweet skin. I ran a string of kisses down the indentation of her spine. When my lips completed their journey down her sweater and touched her skin, I felt her shudder, and I took in the gentle scent of her sweat, skin, and various perfumes.

"Mmmmmmm..." she sighed.

I took the zipper of her skirt between my teeth and pulled the zipper down. Just as I had discovered many years ago, Angie eschewed underwear, so I was treated to the sight of her half-naked ass, and I got to run my nose about halfway down the crack of her ass, inhaling the entire time. One of the things I always loved about Angie's body is that she was never 'too' clean. Other girls I had been with were so absorbed in maniacal personal hygiene, their bodies were often antiseptic and scent-free. In my opinion, one shower a day was all anyone really needed. Angie smelled wonderful, the heat of the July sun having created just enough perspiration to give her a warm earthy odor.

I pulled her skirt down off those incredibly long, smooth legs, and I noticed once again that Angie's ass was a testament to roundness and firmness. She clearly kept herself in great shape. I knelt at the foot of the bed and took one of her feet into my hand. I brought it to my face and sniffed deeply, kissing the bottom.

"Ooooh, that feels good, Brad!"

I sucked on each toe, closed my eyes, and absorbed this new flavor her body had to offer. While licking between the toes of her other foot, I looked up at the rest of her. I loved the way her sweater seemed to accentuate the nudity of her lower body, the heart-shape outline her ass made at that angle, the beautiful semi-circles her tan lines made over the cheeks, and the way the bottoms of the cheeks articulated into little nooks right at her inner thigh. A line of paler skin hinted at the bottom of her cheek, where slightly less sun would shine. I kissed my way up the back of her legs until I could kiss those lines and those little nooks.

She arched her back even more, causing the split of her ass to open enough for me to see all the way down into the crack of her ass. With my lips still pressed to the bottom of one of her ass cheeks, I could see the little wrinkled star that was her asshole less than an inch away. It was so close, it was blurry. Once again my mind noted the smell, which was what I would expect from someone who had sat in the hot sun for an entire afternoon.

There was something about the combination of that sight and smell that always seemed to make me temporarily insane. I wanted to kiss it, to taste it. I wanted to lick it, and absorb its scent into my body. I wanted her to feel arrogant while I did it. I wanted permanent stains on my tongue from her asshole.

She seemed to be reading my mind.

"You know what I liked most of all the things we did?" she asked with a smile.

"Tell me, Angie."

"I liked when you would kiss my asshole and then let me fart in your mouth! I always thought it was the rudest thing a person could do to someone else. It seemed so disrespectful, especially since you were expressing the greatest show of respect to me in licking my ass."

My cock was so stiff it hurt. I wanted to bury my face in her ass right then, but I didn't want to interrupt the conversation. I loved hearing her perspective.

"Even more so than..." For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Than shitting on you?" she asked with amusement. "Yes, even more than that! I characterize that as being more 'mean', you know? Farting was just so rude! Farting made me feel arrogant. Shitting made me feel cruel. Don't get me wrong, though, I really loved both!"

"May I lick your ass now, Angie?" I asked, sweat starting to bead up on my brow.

"You may," she quipped, and she reached back with both of her hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart, fully exposing herself.

I started by kissing the lightly haired wrinkles around the hole first. The skin was sticky and ripe with anal fragrance. I decided I couldn't waste it by kissing it all off, so I moved my nose down into her crack, and began nuzzling her asshole. This put my mouth right over her pussy, so I began kissing her there while I nuzzled and sniffed her asshole. I felt my lips grow wet with girl-cum, and pressed my mouth in more firmly against her. I allowed my lips to part so that I could caress her pretty little clit with my tongue. The entire time I had my nose pressed right up against her precious asshole, and enjoyed the dirty asshole scent.

Suddenly, her asshole opened up and my nose was filled with strong anal gas as I heard a nearly silent whoosh.

"See what I mean," she said, laughing. "You're busy trying to please me with your mouth, and I respond by farting in your face! That's just fucking RUDE! It feels like I just totally disrespected you!"

"I like that," I responded, reluctantly breaking my seal on her clit. "But I think farting in my mouth is even ruder!"

"You might be right, but I like the idea that you had to smell my gas while you suck me off! I love the fact that I can count on you to not even stop while I fart in your face! Do you want one in your mouth?"

Once again I reluctantly stopped lapping up her pussy juice and responded, "Oh, yes, Angie, I would love that!" I was in heaven!

Then she surprised me.

"Beg for it! Explain how it is your purpose in life to taste my gas!" Her voice had taken on a certain huskiness to it, and I noticed that her juices were starting to flow freely.

I nuzzled her asshole and kissed it and said, "Please, Angie, fart in my mouth. I deserve nothing more than a mouthful of your delicious gas. I love your gas and want to have it in my mouth and in my body!"

"I DO love your attitude!" she chuckled. "Open up for my gift."

I pressed my mouth to her asshole and opened wide.

"Suck on it. I love that feeling. Like you can't get enough of it!"

I began to suck like a baby on a bottle, dying to be fed. And then she let a loud wet fart rip. It sounded funny as it went into my mouth, but its taste was anything but. I could taste some of the food she had eaten earlier, with a hint of all that wine, mixed with a strong shit odor. It was obvious to me that this girl had to go. I fought off an impending orgasm so that I could enjoy the even greater delights that were clearly in store.

"Whew!" she laughed. "I can smell that up here! Poor baby! But you loved it, didn't you? You want even more, don't you?"