We meet at a nice restaurant of your choosing for dinner. You're wearing a long black skin-tight dress, and I'm wearing a nice button up shirt and a pair of slacks. After dinner we wander around downtown for a while, window-shopping. Then we go to your place, and we sit on the couch. We start kissing, and as we are kissing, I start to fondle your breasts, noticing you are not wearing a bra. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, you ask to be excused to "slip into something more comfortable." I relax on the couch while you go to your room to change. You return wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top. You stand before me, and I just take in your beauty. I gently caress your thighs, hips, stomach, and ass. I have you sit on the couch, and I kneel on the floor between your knees.
I bring my face very close to your crotch, and I can feel the warmth from your pussy. I take a long and deep breath, and breathe in the wonderful fragrance from your pussy. I ever so gently touch the crotch or your boxers; they are slightly wet. I gently press the cotton material against your pussy, rubbing them against your lips. You sigh, and moan slightly at the touch. I allow the panties to fall back into place, and now the crotch area is soaking wet from your pussy juice. I grab the waistband of your boxers and tug them down, while you lift your bottom to help. I get the boxers to your ankles, and then you kick them off. I pick them up off the floor, and smell the crotch area, inhaling your fragrance. I then lick the crotch of your boxers, licking off some of your juices. By now, you are starting to get sexually frustrated, your body is begging for release, and your clit and pussy are begging for attention.
I notice your moans and sighs of frustration, and you give this look that screams "EAT ME NOW!" I enjoy watching you squirm a little, and want it to go on for a little longer. Your hand slowly snakes its way down to your crotch, to touch your pussy and clit, to give yourself the release I wont let you have yet. But I stop your hands, and say "Not yet." You moan, and try to free your hands, but my grip is steady. I start to play with the small tuft of hair just above your neatly trimmed pussy, but never getting near to your pussy or clit. Just when you think your are going to burst from the agony, I reach down and finger your pussy, sticking my finger deep into your hole. My finger is met with an immediate rush of juice from your now dripping pussy. I now bend my face to your crotch, and begin to lick your pussy.