We meet up at last. It's awkward at first. After all, we don't know each other at all. We just met at a silly party few weeks ago and all I did was to listen and restyle her hair.
We head to mine, tipsy and heady.
We sit on the sofa chatting.
I touch her thigh casually. She does not move. Just stares at me, trusting.
I know I have won her over. I feel a little callous because what I am about to do is not in any way unknowing or misguided.
Her thigh quivers under my touch.
She closes her eyes. I look at her for a moment. She doesn't know what it is that she wants but she'll let me have her. Because I am that nice, thoughtful person, right?
Wrong.
I want her.
I stop being shy. I slide my hand between her legs. She's wearing thighs and yet, I can tell how wet she is already.
She takes my hand and urges it down, beyond the elastic. My fingers slide in ease. Dripping.
I know what I want now. I rip her tights off her. She's helping me.
'Keep your heels on", I order.
She does. And I like how she listens to me.
As I am confronted with the wet evidence of her desire between her legs, I am just looking at her pussy. Wet, dripping, tight, clit just protruding from the lips. I lick it casually and I get a shivering response.
So, I start teasing her with my tongue. She tastes sour, desperate and utterly delicious. Then I move up, my heavy breasts between her legs, my. One of my nipples gets coated in her pussy juice.
"Lick it", I order. She does, in little flicks of the tongue like a shy puppy. Eyes still closed.
All the while, I get this out of body feeling. I am fucking a woman.
She's back now and wants me. She grabs my hands and starts begging. I move quickly, spreading her arms with my hands. Open.
"Please, please go down on me"
I like the greed. And I do.
I open her for me. Like a toy.
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