Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I press my fingers in the center of my clay, pushing down and forming a depression. I like to make my own vases, so that’s what I’m going to do, but I plan on guiding Brick to make a bowl. That’ll be a lot easier for him. Since the bottom of the vase is kind of like a small bowl, I don’t think watching me will confuse him too much.
“You’re very good at that.” I look up to see Brick watching me intensely. He’s focused on my hands, trying to get down the technique. He’s mimicking my movements in the air before applying them to the actual clay.
“Thanks. I took classes for four years, so I picked up a few tricks.”
“Four years! That’s a long time.”
“Yeah, I guess.” I stop what I’m doing to see if Brick has the hang of what he’s doing. He’s got the general gist, but his bowl isn’t exactly forming the way it should.
“You know what?” I say, getting up from my seat. “Let me help you.” I walk around so that I can position myself behind Brick.
“Are we about to have a Ghost moment?”
“I don’t know,” I sigh.
“It’ll become clear in a bit,” he says mysteriously. I wonder if I should question him, but it's not that big of a deal, so I pull a stool from another station and place it next to Brick.
“Keep the wheel spinning. I’m just going to help you get a better shape. Make sure your fingers are wet enough.” Brick dips his fingers into the water again, and I dip mine. I let him get his hand back on the bowl before placing my hands on his, guiding him. “You’ve got to feel the shape. It’s a little bit technique, a little bit intuition.”
“Mm-hmm,” Brick mumbles. We keep going until the bowl evens out, getting a nice circular shape. I take my hands off of his because I don’t want to finish the whole shape for him.
“There you go,” I smile, wiping the sweat from my brow. I didn’t realize how erotic that was going to get, our hands moving together in wet clay. It was wet and slightly sticky. Whew! I think half of the sweat that accumulated on my brow was from pure sexual energy. “You should be able to make the rest of the bowl yourself,” I cough out.
I stand up to go back to my seat and compose myself a little, but Brick grabs my wrist, stopping me.
“Oh, you can’t leave me like this, Tammy girl.”
“What do you mean?” He glances down at his crotch, and I can see his bulge has gotten considerably bigger. It looks like I’m not the only one who got hot and bothered by my instruction. “Oh, you mean that. I think I can help with that as well.” Brick’s body has turned to face me, his knees wide open. I kneel down, situating myself between his legs.
Softly, I lift up his apron and come face-to-face with his massive cock. It’s so BIG. I saw it the first night we were together, but I didn’t have a chance to truly appreciate the appendage then. Everything was moving so fast, and it was all so unexpected; there wasn’t a moment to savor.
Tonight, I want to take my time with him.
I let my fingers skirt up the side, feeling every ridge that makes up his member. Brick flinches a little but otherwise stays in his spot. I make the same movement again, this time stopping to circle the tip with my middle finger. I’ve never thought of penises as beautiful, but every part of Brick is like a work of art.
He has a bulbous head, engorged with hints of purple. The tip curves ever so slightly. I lick my lips, thinking about all of the pleasure the two of us are about to experience. Then I wrap my lips around the head and my fingers around the base. Using both in conjunction, I suck while I pump Brick’s dick.
His musky scent fills up my nostrils. I moan around his dick, running my tongue in circles around it. I continue moving my head up and down, grabbing his balls with my free hand. I feel Brick’s fingers tangle in my hair. He pulls on the strands so hard that my head shots up almost level with his. My mouth hangs open, a little bit of spit mixed with precum leaking out the side and going toward my chin.
Brick’s mouth crashes into mine, his tongue pushing between my lips. Our mouths dance together as our tongues tangle. I stand to my feet, my hands going for the ties of his apron. Once I’ve got them undone, I throw it in an unknown direction. Brick does the same to me, and once we are both naked, our kiss breaks.