Georgina's Waggly Bum
I had – still have – a female friend named Melinda. Back when she was 19 Melinda was my girlfriend and she shared a flat with her 18 year old sister Georgina. Georgina was an odd girl, long straight blonde hair, pretty, but with a tendency to develop obsessions about things and people. Georgina had a sort of party-trick she was fond of – if she was amongst friends, at her flat or theirs, she would leave the room ostensibly to make a coffee, take a pee, or get something from her room and would than come back into the room bare-arse first, her skirt up or jeans half-down, and do a little waggly-bum dance. She did this both with her male and with her female friends and acquaintances.
One time I arrived at their little flat when Melinda was out so Georgina invited me to wait in the living room-cum-Melinda’s bedroom. I sat in a deep high bean-bag chair of the type popular with young people back then. After a brief conversation Georgina, who was wearing a lacy white blouse with small ruched cap sleeves, tight jeans, and flatties, said she had to get something from her room, and – yes – she came back bare-bum first round the door, her jeans and knickers around her upper thighs. Except instead of doing her little bum waggle dance she advanced – or more properly reversed – across the room to me in the big bean-bag chair and danced around moving her pale firm arse closer and then a little further away from my face. I was torn between looking at her big pale inviting cheeks and the the brown shit marks inside the seat of her knickers.
After a couple of minutes of this – it seemed like hours – she suddenly pulled apart her cheeks, little pink puckered shithole winking at me and holding me hypnotized with a growing hard-on and then she thrust her bottom into my face or I should say clasped my face between her buttocks, and leaned back a little supporting herself with her hands behind her on my shoulders, holding me in place with her weight..
I can still feel that pressure, and the weight and warmth and silky firmness of her bum cheeks round my face, and the hardness of her tailbone on my brow.
And I can still smell the warm rich smell of Georgina's bum, a faint hint of her pee, a hint of butterscotch, an undertone of chinese restaurant (MSG?) all probably coming from her quim, a mixture of commercial deodorant, female sweat, a slightly sulphurous touch of cooked brassicas (the obvious), very rich – I love that melange of scents more than anything and a partial mixture of any of them brings back those moments.
That’s as far as it went with Georgina. She just stepped away after a minute or so, chuckling her head off and pointing at me as if I had been made a fool of by her when instead she had provided one of the formative sexual experiences of my life. I remained in touch with Georgina for years and she did the dance again a number of times in my presence both in a group and alone together but never again did the bum-in-my-face finale.
The last time I spoke to Melinda about Georgina’s old bare bum dancing, about five years ago, she said Georgina was still doing it to friends at nearly 50. Whatever, it was the final big sign-post to a life-time of bum-centricity on my part.
Ever since those days I’ve preferred a woman’s arse and arsehole to her tits and cunt and I’m glad things turned out this way – a woman’s big bum is much rounder and firmer than the best pair of tits and a woman with a neatly puckereded and muscular starburst anus is offering an orifice much prettier than all but the neatest cunt but just as accommodating.
I like to bury my face in a girlfriend’s arse as foreplay if she’s comfortable with it, and usually ask her not to shower if she's been at work all day.
When I’m between relationships I like to wank over the memories, particularly the memory of Georgina, and I love videos & photographs of women with their faces wedged in another woman’s arse and men with their faces wedged in too.
One time I arrived at their little flat when Melinda was out so Georgina invited me to wait in the living room-cum-Melinda’s bedroom. I sat in a deep high bean-bag chair of the type popular with young people back then. After a brief conversation Georgina, who was wearing a lacy white blouse with small ruched cap sleeves, tight jeans, and flatties, said she had to get something from her room, and – yes – she came back bare-bum first round the door, her jeans and knickers around her upper thighs. Except instead of doing her little bum waggle dance she advanced – or more properly reversed – across the room to me in the big bean-bag chair and danced around moving her pale firm arse closer and then a little further away from my face. I was torn between looking at her big pale inviting cheeks and the the brown shit marks inside the seat of her knickers.
After a couple of minutes of this – it seemed like hours – she suddenly pulled apart her cheeks, little pink puckered shithole winking at me and holding me hypnotized with a growing hard-on and then she thrust her bottom into my face or I should say clasped my face between her buttocks, and leaned back a little supporting herself with her hands behind her on my shoulders, holding me in place with her weight..
I can still feel that pressure, and the weight and warmth and silky firmness of her bum cheeks round my face, and the hardness of her tailbone on my brow.
And I can still smell the warm rich smell of Georgina's bum, a faint hint of her pee, a hint of butterscotch, an undertone of chinese restaurant (MSG?) all probably coming from her quim, a mixture of commercial deodorant, female sweat, a slightly sulphurous touch of cooked brassicas (the obvious), very rich – I love that melange of scents more than anything and a partial mixture of any of them brings back those moments.
That’s as far as it went with Georgina. She just stepped away after a minute or so, chuckling her head off and pointing at me as if I had been made a fool of by her when instead she had provided one of the formative sexual experiences of my life. I remained in touch with Georgina for years and she did the dance again a number of times in my presence both in a group and alone together but never again did the bum-in-my-face finale.
The last time I spoke to Melinda about Georgina’s old bare bum dancing, about five years ago, she said Georgina was still doing it to friends at nearly 50. Whatever, it was the final big sign-post to a life-time of bum-centricity on my part.
Ever since those days I’ve preferred a woman’s arse and arsehole to her tits and cunt and I’m glad things turned out this way – a woman’s big bum is much rounder and firmer than the best pair of tits and a woman with a neatly puckereded and muscular starburst anus is offering an orifice much prettier than all but the neatest cunt but just as accommodating.
I like to bury my face in a girlfriend’s arse as foreplay if she’s comfortable with it, and usually ask her not to shower if she's been at work all day.
When I’m between relationships I like to wank over the memories, particularly the memory of Georgina, and I love videos & photographs of women with their faces wedged in another woman’s arse and men with their faces wedged in too.
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