Friday night, we were both exhausted from a busy week, and making an attempt to watch a movie seemed about all we were up to. Stretched out leisurely on the couch, we chatted idly about the tasks of the weekend ahead, and groaned with each new one assigned. You had decided to put on your PJ's, feeling more comfortable without the restraints of more restrictive clothing or undergarments. The light yellow fabric of the teddy fit the mood of the evening, calm and secure. The top was loose fitting, and the shorts were almost boxer in design.
I had taken a similar path, opting for my familiar floppy gym shorts, the ones you always complained were too short in the legs. You lay there serenely, stretched along the length of the couch, head kind of propped on my lap as I sat at one far end.
My hands idly traced back and forth along your tummy, under your PJ top, the back of my nails just grazing your skin. No intent, just touching you softly, assuring you of my presence.
A soft shiver from your shoulders told me my touch was having an unintended effect, but I couldn't let the opportunity go unnoticed. I continued my soft advances, gradually letting my fingers travel farther up your tummy, slowly nearing the underside of your unencumbered breasts. A soft little moan escaped your lips as I barely touched the underside of one breast, slowly tracing a line along its underside.
Not to be outdone, your hand slowly slid beneath your body, along the inner edge of my thigh, finally reaching the hem of my shorts. The soft press of your breast against my fingers accompanied by the nearness of your fingers along the uppermost region of my thigh was having an immediate effect on me. You noticed the unmistakable rise of my member against the side of your face as you continued your investigation under the loose fabric of my shorts. You turned your head slowly, and nuzzling the area, breathed your hot breath against the fabric beneath.
My fingers continued their trek north, until finally reaching the tip of one peak, circled it and adeptly pinched it lightly between thumb and forefinger. A slight gasp escaped your lips, immediately accompanied by the rapid rise in the blood content of my recent target. The soft crinkling of skin in the surrounding area let me know that my attentions were having their desired effect.
My hand now decided to move in a different direction, slowly sliding back along its original path to your tummy, and then continued. Slowly gliding over the waistband of your shorts, I reached around to your front, and firmly placed my hand between your legs, spreading my fingers and thus your legs. The heat against the inside of my palm, was unmistakable. The softness of your lips pushing against my fingers was palpable. I rolled your lips back and forth against each other, feeling them slide as more and more lubricant found its mark.
Your hand now reached higher beneath the short stretch of fabric, and tickled the head of my now straining cock, squeezing the tip, and feeling it re-flood with a new energy. The looseness of the shorts enabled you to completely slide your hand along the highest part of my thigh, until you had completely grasped my package, encircling my balls as well as my now enflamed shaft. The leg of the shorts had risen to the point to where when I looked down, I realized you had now fully exposed my engorged tool, and were eying it ravenously.
My fingers, now eager to make contact with your softest of flesh, quickly leaped to the top of your waistband, and darted inside, resuming the same position as it had occupied outside this scant material. I was rewarded by the feeling of your flesh rolling back and forth against my fingers as they plied their way between the smooth wet lips. My sudden attack on your pussy was not in vain. I immediately felt the unmistakable heat of your mouth as it lowered itself onto my hardened cock, lathering it with the anticipatory juices of your earnest mouth.
I eagerly arched my hand against the inside of your shorts, sliding them down your legs as you lifted your hips to assist. You turned your body over towards mine, impatient to resume your oral task, but yearning for my hand to get back to its mark. Nearly on your back, with your legs splayed apart to allow full access for my hand, you turned your head and stretched out your tongue, lapping at the soft flesh between the top of my thigh and the adjacent package.
My fingers now resumed their game, rubbing your lips against each other, basking in the feel of how they slid against each other under my guidance. Reaching down, and down further still, I crooked one finger against the very base of your lips, and slowly, ever so slowly, dragged it upwards, through the slippery shiny wet walls of your pussy. Your legs jerked slightly as I teased the tender opening of your love tunnel, making a small circle around the entrance, teasing her with the anticipation of invasion. But I had much higher goals, and was not to be denied.
You had resumed your attack on my now turgid member, and were lathering him with such voracity I feared that you may consume the eruption before I could reach my goal. With each new variance of my digital foreplay, you had managed to wrap your hand around my balls and were slowly massaging them, as though to coax the burning load they held. I could withstand the situation no longer, and shifting slightly, made you aware that I needed to change our positions.
Reluctantly, you disengaged, watching as my bobbing cock waved back and forth as it sprang from the suction of your mouth. I moved to the end of the couch, and grabbing your legs, pulled them over the armrest. Your open legs in front of me, and your hands mindlessly playing in the playground we both enjoyed so much, was too much for me to bear. Kneeling at the end of the couch, I slid your legs over my shoulders and without hesitation started licking the innermost part of your thighs adjacent the softness of your warmth. My tongue dallied against the outer edges of your lips, gently sucking each one, one at a time, pulling on them gently. My tongue was able to slide between them, slicking back and forth in the pink channel, teasing again over that tight little hole that wanted so dearly to be occupied.
