The Tallness of Simmone
By Maximilian Cummings
6. Dinner at Simmone’s
Daniel walked up Simmone’s road for his dinner date, thinking of how she had been dressed earlier in the week in a really smart mid grey chalk stripe woollen jacket and matching knee length skirt. He had found that very attractive and had kept glancing at her long legs knowing he was the only person in the room to know what lay at their join—indeed he had a very intimate knowledge of that. The suit was missing when she opened the front door. He was disappointed, though she certainly looked relaxed and off duty in a yellow tee shirt, blue jeans and trainers. It was not that she did not look terrific to him in that too, not least because she didn’t have a bra on so her little hemispheres were clearly defined in the thin yellow material of the tee shirt. He just liked that suit. She invited him in, closed the door and bent to kiss him on the lips.
“You are a dear to come, shall we fuck before, during or after dinner?” She laughed, “Did I really just say that? You can see what’s on my mind!”
Daniel could and was game for all options. He said so. Simmone laughed again at that.
“Whatever you like,” he said.
“Shall we go to bed now?” she said in reply.
“Well Simmone...” said Daniel sliding both his hands up her yellow tee shirt.
She shook a little as he held her little breasts in the palms of his hands, the already hard nipples feeling like little peanuts against his palms.
“... I liked your kitchen idea.”
“Oh, yes, what was that?” she was giggling again, “With me and just an apron?”
“Nice idea, but I was thinking of the business suit you were wearing the other day. You looked great, really smart.”
“You’re so good to me Daniel, I’d be happy to do what you’d like. Anything really, except... well you’re not to come inside me.”
She was pulling off her tee shirt as she went to change. Daniel watched her as she went to her bedroom enjoying the sight of her long back, the bumps of her vertebrae clearly showing, and those long, long legs still clad in blue jeans. Simmone came back very quickly in her grey striped suit.
“Is this right?” She turned around in it; she’d put a white blouse on but not her high heels.
“Black high heels as well would look just right.”
She gave him a look, “But that makes me so tall compared... well it makes me look ever so tall.”
“Yes and that is you, tall, slim, pretty and... ”
“Pretty? With my height, no hips, no boobs, no...”
“Yes Simmone, of course you are. Don’t do yourself down.”
She smiled fondly, “You’re just being your kind self Daniel. I do so like you for it.” Once again she bent to kiss him only this time her tongue brushed his lips.
Daniel was quick enough to respond and his tongue touched hers before she broke away.
“Well, what happens now?” She said, smoothing down her skirt.
Daniel reached up and pulled open her jacket top, then one by one he began to undo her blouse buttons revealing her little breasts. He looked at the little hemispheres, the areolae puffy already with excitement, the little nipples standing. Lightly he ran his fingers round and round the outside of her areolae not touching the nipples.
“Oh I like that, Daniel.”
Round his fingers went, almost but not quite touching Simmone’s little pea nipples.
“Oh Daniel, please.”
He reached up with his mouth and lightly bit her left nipple. She jumped.
“Oh Daniel!”
He began to suck and, with one hand now free, started to undress. He drew the whole puffy areole into his mouth, his tongue stroking the underside of the nipple. Daniel moved to the other breast as he finished undressing. Naked now, his tongue and hands slipped downwards to Simmone’s tummy, his tongue teasing Simmone’s tummy button.
“Ooh that tickles, Daniel!”
He crouched and reached out to touch the knees showing under the grey material of her skirt, he stroked, gently pulling them apart. Simmone complied moving her feet. He licked the inside of her left knee, and then slowly his tongue began a journey up her inner thigh, his head rising up inside her skirt. Daniel felt Simmone lean, to hold onto a worktop, as she opened her thighs wider allowing him access. His tongue travelled further. He had always found the idea of kneeling under Simmone and burying his face in her sex exciting but the reality was with the bonus of being within her skirt, in the warm enclosed environment of the woollen material, the air around him damp and scented with Simmone. Her thighs spread wider allowing him full access as his questing tongue found moisture and then soft, soft skin surrounded by fine hairs. He lapped, head right back, face buried in Simmone’s sex. It was a delight, so hot and so wet. His hand touched his penis and lightly stroked. Simmone’s thighs squeezed his head. Half his senses in almost overload: the other half unstimulated. Daniel could see nothing and with his ears tightly pressed by Simmone’s thighs could hear nothing. The image of Wilf coming home unexpectedly came to mind. Wilf walking into the kitchen and seeing his Simmone, eyes perhaps shut, leaning for support against a worktop, blouse undone and a naked man, cock rigid and being stroked, half hidden up inside her skirt. What would he do? He would hardly just say, “Hello Simmone, having a nice time?” Not that Daniel would be able to hear that. It was a disturbing image but exciting at the same time. What if Wilf was there now and watching? Well, there was nothing Daniel could do for his work was clearly finding favour with Simmone, her thighs seemed to be getting tighter and tighter around his head and if anything there was more wetness than before. He swallowed—he was almost, no he was, drinking her! His tongue having been twisting and turning in her vagina was getting tired now. He could feel the little pea of her clitoris on his top lip—he tried tickling it by moving his lip. That did the trick! He could feel the spasm of her orgasm, a shuddering of her body manually communicated to him through her thighs and sex. Perhaps she was crying out, perhaps just moaning but he could hear and see nothing. He imagined Wilf watching her orgasm in disbelief and she turning to him, a rivulet of sweat running down her dear face, “Oh hallo Wilf, its just my substitute. Some girls use a vibrator. I have Daniel. It’s not an affair, an involvement—it is only for sex when you’re not around.”
But, wondered Daniel, was it just for sex on his own part—or perhaps hers?
The thighs relaxed, Daniel dropped his head to relax his stiff neck, and came out from under Simmone’s skirt. Wilf, of course, was not there.
Simmone was looking down at Daniel giggling, “What a red...” she put her fingers to her lips, “wet face you’ve got Daniel!”
He stood, “Was that OK?”
“OK?” She kissed him, “Just look at my wetness all over your face and hair.” Her hand stroked his face. “OK? That was fantastic I had to hold on or I would have fallen over.”
She bent and her hand encircled his cock. “Shall I suck you and then get our dinner?” She didn’t wait for his answer but was on her knees, black high heels still on, grey skirt a little rucked up and jacket and blouse open displaying her breasts. Her mouth opened and took him in. Daniel stared down at his cock, half in, half out of Simmone’s lips. The feel of her wet mouth, soft lips surrounding and her tongue sliding over the smooth dome of his cock was glorious. The sight of his Simmone, virtually fully dressed, fellating him was marvellous, a real picture if only he dared use his camera phone but his phone was out of reach and she’d hear him use it anyway. Wouldn’t it be great if she did this every morning when he arrived for work? Why didn’t she? Because, of course, there was all the office present!
“Simmone, this is lovely, you suck so well but... could I... would you mind if I fucked you, sorry, I mean—what’s a better word?”
She backed from his penis, “It’s what it is! You can use the word intercourse if you like but remember no coming in me!”
She got up from her knees, “Well how do you want me? As the Actress... You call the shots. Fair’s fair. I’ve come, now it’s your turn.” She paused, “Then it’s dinner, then it’s my turn! Yum.” She laughed.
“Can I,” said Daniel, “can I fuck you from behind as you bend over the sink. If you don’t mind, that is?”
Simmone shrugged, “You men do like bottoms but remember no coming in me and, just in case it occurs to you, not in my arse either. Wilf tried that and I didn’t like it.”
Daniel hadn’t been thinking of that but he said with a smile on his face, “So anal intercourse OK but I’m to pull out before I come.”
“No, no” said Simmone, realising he was joking, “you keep out of my bottom altogether. That hurts and is a bit odd anyway.”
She grasped the sink with her hands, bent her body, sticking her bottom out and turned her head to look at Daniel. “That OK?”
Simmone looked absolutely great like that to Daniel, but he wasn’t going to be able to reach her unless she spread her legs more and he said so. Simmone shuffled her legs a little wider. Daniel, hands were almost trembling as he took hold of the material and pulled the grey skirt up and over her bottom so it was rucked around her waist. Her white smooth, actually a bit boyish bottom (though that was because of the slimness of the hips more than the roundness) beckoned him. His penis twitched.
“Sorry Simmone, still too high for me, could you spread wider and move your feet back towards me.”
“Are you really OK with this Daniel, you do want it this way? “Seems all these instructions are more like giving orders on parking a car than actually being at all erotic.”
“No, no this is good for me, Simmone!”
And it was. He had fantasised about taking her doggy style, conscious of the difficulty of reaching her, given their disparity in height, but now he had his Simmone spread, accessible and available. He rested his hands on the twin cheeks of her bottom feeling their smoothness. He stroked. In the harsh light of the kitchen lights he could very easily see her bottom hole—all wrinkled and tight. Daniel had not actually fantasised about anal intercourse but it occurred to him he might in future! He smiled to himself. With his machine he could make Simmone keener on the idea, slowly bring her round to the idea, suggest she try again with Wilf to please him, find she liked the experience after all. Get her to confide in Daniel on progress and then, no doubt, he would be able to substitute. But certainly not this time.
Daniel’s hands moved to Simmone’s hips and he moved forward, his penis nosing into Simmone’s wetness. He had her just at the right height for him and was able to carry on and push straight into her. There was no resistance—Simmone’s recent orgasm had left her perfectly lubricated. His tummy touched her bottom as his hands stroked her hips before moving them up to clasp her breasts. Daniel fondled for a minute or so, happy in the comfortable feeling of his embedded penis before commencing its travel. A gentle pull back with his hips and his penis was gliding; the head pulled back up the canal. Glancing down Daniel watched the shaft reappearing. He paused with the head still within Simmone. This was good, really good but all sex with Simmone had been really good! He pushed again and watched the shaft disappear again. Daniel did not hurry, he wished to prolong the sex, not hurry into orgasm. It was not as if he had to bring Simmone to orgasm or worry about her pleasure. This was more like masturbation—he could concentrate on himself and, with Simmone bent over, supporting herself on her hands, she was not an active participant, merely the passive provider of warm wetness and a body to play with. Woman as sex object!
But even the most passive sex object can get aching arms and Simmone found she was getting quite uncomfortable.
“Nearly coming, Daniel?” She asked, “I’m getting uncomfortable. You’re not to come in me anyway. Could we do something different?”
Daniel pulled out; he was not ready to come just yet; his idea had been to pump away until he was about to ejaculate, pull out and spray himself over her bottom. It was an attractive image to him but if Simmone was uncomfortable he was happy to come elsewhere.
Simmone straightened, her skirt slipping back a little down her hips, and arched her back. “Can I take my suit off now, I really don’t want it messed by you coming on it.” She walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom.
Daniel followed. It was strange to be walking around Simmone and Wilf’s flat completely naked even more so with his cock erect and wet from Simmone. If Wilf caught him—that didn’t bear thinking about! He watched her undress, put away her dress and shoes. She took him by the hand and led him back to the kitchen.
“Now you sit up there,” she indicated the corner of a worktop, “I’ll get on with making dinner and when I have a moment I’ll give you a suck. Beer?”
So Daniel sat on Simmone’s worktop drinking an ice-cold beer watching his naked Simmone busy herself around the kitchen. True to her word, every so often as she passed him she bent and sucked his cock. Sometimes her mouth was warm, sometimes cool after she had just swallowed some beer.
Simmone was nearly ready; she stopped and smiled at Daniel. “I really like having a naked man decorating my kitchen, now should I finish you off before dinner or not? Perhaps we should dine naked. Could you stay hard all through dinner? I expect with a bit of handwork I could do that and then I could enjoy you coming with my dessert or coffee! You do bring out naughty ideas in me, Daniel!”
Daniel laughed with her. “I think I’d rather come now, particularly if you want me available again by bedtime.”
She pouted, “but I had beer as my aperitif!” But she got down on her knees and once again took him in her mouth.
Daniel stroked her hair as her warm wet mouth and tickling tongue took him over the edge. His rather delayed orgasm pulsing into her mouth. As usual she swallowed and was slow to release him, rolling his increasingly soft penis around her mouth sucking the last seepings from him.
They ate naked, they did the washing up naked, they watched TV naked and went to bed naked. They made love both that night and before breakfast. Daniel coming firstly across her tummy—pulling out only just in time, a near run thing! And in the morning, before breakfast, splashing over Simmone’s little round breasts. She didn’t want him coming in her.
Daniel was puzzled. Why was Simmone so set against him coming in her? Why was she reserving that for Wilf? She seemed only to be letting him substitute so far, though that far, thanks to his machine, was pretty far indeed! It couldn’t be to avoid pregnancy because no doubt she was on ‘The Pill’ because of Wilf. Was it simply because she was in love with Wilf and not her friend Daniel? He could change that though! But did he want to? He was starting to think not. He had been increasingly watching Ashley in Accounts. She was not as tall as Simmone but tall enough to catch his attention. Actually she caught the attention of all, or at least nearly all, of the men at the office. Like Simmone she was tall but there the resemblance ended - big breasts, round hips, generous bottom, black hair—indeed black all over, really black not just brown. Daniel was very interested but had no idea how to get his machine near her and it needed to be near her for many, many days so he could find the right frequency of flash for her. It distracted him a little from Simmone and showed him he was not yet ready to settle down with one girl, however fond of Simmone he was. And he was—it was not just lust, he really liked her and was very fond of her. In love—well not besotted but, yes, it would not be incorrect to say there was love there. With Ashley it was lust pure and simple! He did not know her at all.
It was a quiet lunchtime and Daniel switched on his machine. Across from him Simmone was working. The light blinked at her. So engrossed in her work was she that it took some minutes for her subconscious to see the light and respond. Daniel sensed the lack of activity.
“Simmone. How are things with Wilf?”
“Really good, Daniel. He’s asked me to marry him.”
Daniel was a bit taken aback. He hadn’t expected that development. He shrugged his shoulders. Well, he hadn’t been planning to ask Simmone!
“Why, when I substitute for Wilf, do you not let me come inside you? I think you should.”
“We are trying for a baby.”
Daniel had been wrong in his assumption about contraception. Simmone and Wilf were not using any.
“Do you want me to stop substituting for Wilf then?”
“Oh no, I get lonely when he is away and I get so tense if I don’t orgasm often. You are so good helping me if he hasn’t made me come and I like you going down on me. Wilf doesn’t do that. No, I wouldn’t want you to stop.”
Daniel’s new object of interest was proving completely elusive. He had found no way to position his machine but he had seen her looking at him in a funny way. She must have noticed his interest, his watching. He would have to give her a wide berth; he had almost got into trouble over his interest in Simmone before the machine made everything right. His attention switched.
Daniel had never learnt to swim but when he saw the girl taking the swimming lessons he knew it was time to learn. The full breasts and rounded hips were attractive, the curves in her black swimsuit promised, the mound of her pubis suggested much, the black hair in its ponytail striking but it was her height which did it for Daniel. ‘Statuesque in black’ was his description to Chris, who went to have a look himself and did not disagree.
Weeks went by. Daniel found he was substituting for Wilf two, or even three times every week which kept him very content. He worried a little about them being caught. The danger of the unexpected return. Even so he loved the call to his mobile, usually something like, “Daniel dear, could you pop round on the way to work to collect me and... Wilf’s left me a little adrift, bring something salty with you for breakfast (giggle).”
He was even introduced to Wilf at a party. Despite knowing so much about him, indeed sharing his girlfriend, he had never really met Wilf. Wilf, for his part, had heard a lot about her ‘work colleague and friend.’ His relief at seeing just how short Daniel was and how clear it was he presented no competition was so obvious to Daniel that he had difficulty keeping a straight face.
Simmone’s talk moved increasingly to marriage plans. Daniel was invited to the wedding, of course. He nearly found himself accompanying Simmone—and her mother—to choose a wedding dress but he suggested really that was a girl thing and his opinion would not be of great assistance. Nonetheless he was given a private showing of the dress one lunchtime. Simmone had insisted, so they had gone to her flat collecting a sandwich on the way.
“I feel a bit grubby even after only a morning out so I’m going to have a shower first before I even touch my dress. Do you want one?”
It wasn’t an invitation for sex but Daniel was not going to turn down the offer. In the bathroom they stripped and he followed her into the cubicle and picked up the shower gel.
“I didn’t mean for you to wash me or for us to...” She looked down at his strengthening penis, “well maybe later.”
Mutual soaping is pleasurable and both were in a state of some arousal as they dried each other.
“Come on, let me show you my dress.”
In the bedroom it was got out of its box, carefully laid on the bed. Daniel was suitably appreciative but Simmone said he was to wait until it was on before making comment.
“Now eyes closed whilst I put it on.”
Simmone took some white strappy roman style sandals from under the bed, put them on before lifting the dress over her head and letting it fall to drape her body from neck to toe. It was in white satin, carefully cut to emphasise what bust she had, long sleeves and had plenty of material flowing down from Simmone’s hips.
“You can look now.”
Daniel opened his eyes and walked around her.
“I think that is a wonderful dress, Simmone, I like its simplicity, the way it falls, the material—you look really pretty in that.” His sincerity was obvious. Daniel really did like it. “Give us a twirl.”
The material flew out around her as Simmone turned. They laughed.
“Do you think flowers in my hair?”
They talked about the dress, accessories and wedding plans for a time.
“What about underwear?” said Daniel with a smile. His flaccid penis moved. “Are you thinking of white stockings and lacy things?” His penis moved to the horizontal.
Simmone looked at Daniel’s cock. “Have a look.” She raised her dress a little and moved her feet apart.
It was an invitation. Daniel took it. Naked he crawled under the dress and looked up. There was light enough through the satin to see Simmone was not wearing panties but he thought he really should make sure. Simmone’s thighs moved further apart as his hands stroked and moved upwards. As his fingers neared the top she was trembling. Daniel touched, Simmone moaned.
Daniel knew Simmone would not be content with fingers, she would want his tongue. He raised his head, his ears sliding against her thighs until he could bury his face in her sex. His tongue slowly began its work.
Simmone smoothed down her dress and stood hands clasped to her breast, eyes closed absorbed in the movements of Daniel’s tongue. Her standing orgasm was fast approaching when she heard the key turn in the lock. Luckily Simmone’s thighs were not clamped around Daniel’s ears and he too heard the key turn in the lock. He froze in panic. It had finally happened and Wilf was going to find them, find his bride in her wedding dress with a naked, erect Daniel hidden underneath it. There was no excuse, no possible explanation other than sex—premarital infidelity. The lack of clothes and the erection would make it all clear but the wetness of Daniel’s face would provide even more detail. It would be no use explaining he was merely helping Wilf out, making up for his inadequacies, supporting and substituting for him: Daniel was in trouble!
“Wilf? You can’t come in. I’m trying on my wedding dress. It’s bad luck to see the dress before the wedding.” Simmone had thought quickly.
“Oh, right. Just forgot some papers.”
Daniel exhaled in relief but another voice said, “Simmone, can I see?” It was a woman’s voice and he could hear the door open and shut.
“Oh, Simmone that is simply gorgeous.”
Daniel could hear footsteps walk around the room; Simmone’s hips turned a little to follow, taking Daniel’s head with it.
“You look beautiful, what lovely material.”
Her hand was actually touching it, Daniel could see the indentation.
“You really look pretty in it. You’re a bit flushed as well. Exciting isn’t it—your wedding.”
“Yes, you can imagine.”
“Or not...” thought Daniel.
There was a little more chat and then a call from Wilf that they must be getting on. They were late already.
Beneath Simmone’s dress Daniel began to relax. As the girls finished their talk and it was clear the other girl was going, he began to lick again. The sudden renewed contact caused Simmone to gasp.
“You all right, Simmone?”
“Oh yes, fine, just a twinge. Nerves starting to get to me.”
“What’ll you wear to go away?”
“Janice, come on!” called Wilf.
“Bye.” and Janice was gone.
The front door closed. Daniel had not been discovered.
“Work colleague of Wilf’s,” explained Simmone to her hidden friend, “I like her.”
And as if nothing had happened Simmone closed her eyes and began rubbing her sex over Daniel’s moving tongue. His fantasy about burying his face in Simmone’s sex, held since early in his desire for her was being fulfilled again. The awful risk of discovery now over, he could enjoy being immersed again, his lovely Simmone standing tall above him as he lapped. His erection returned. Simmone’s orgasm came quickly. Daniel knew the signs, the tremble, the clamping of the thighs around his ears and then the surge of wetness as she came. He pursed his lips and sucked. He really was drinking her, he was not imagining it. After a time the thighs relaxed and Daniel came down from her warm, wet, furry place—a place he very much liked to be - and came out from under Simmone’s dress.
Simmone was still breathing quite hard, her chest, emphasised by the dress was moving, her limited cleavage rising and falling.
“Lovely, Daniel, lovely. I do wish Wilf did that. Still, I do have dear you to help me. Not that he isn’t good in bed it’s just he doesn’t do that. Imagine that, Janice walking all round me and not knowing what I had hidden under my dress!” She giggled and began to spread her dress out as she knelt down. It flowed around her but she pulled it in to the front of her. “Come here and let me suck you now but don’t stand on my dress and don’t, definitely don’t spill, spurt or drop any of your stuff on it.”
Eagerly Daniel approached. Simmone smiled, licked under the proffered dome a few times and then turned her eyes up to Daniel in a very innocent look and opened her mouth. Taking his penis in hand, Daniel put it in, her lips closed around the shaft and she began to fellate him.
As he had thought many times before, it was such a shame he had not got a camera. A sort of wedding photo with a difference. He had seen plenty of lovely photos of brides sitting on the floor or ground with their dress spread around them. This would have been similar but different. The bride in the photo, beautifully dressed, radiant and pretty, would have the unusual accessory of a naked man beside her with his cock in her mouth. Daniel would have liked this picture as a new screen saver but what would Simmone have thought and, in any case, his phone was in his pocket in the bathroom.
Daniel enjoyed standing there with Simmone in her bridal dress on the floor below him sucking his cock and fondling his balls. It would have been good to have played with her all afternoon but they would soon have to get back to the office. He moved his hips so his penis slid backwards and forwards between her lips.
“Are you ready, Simmone?” he asked.
She nodded, still with his penis in her mouth, and he came. First, the building of the orgasm then the delicious feeling of release as he filled Simmone’s mouth with his salty viscous fluid. There was no chance of any spillage. Simmone saw to that, she held it very firmly between her lips and, as he softened, she squeezed it along its length between tongue and roof of mouth to milk any last drop before finally permitting him to step back from her.
The eating of the sandwiches and drinking of coffee was rather rushed.