When I walked in on you last night, I caught you doing exactly what you said you've been doing, your legs drawn up so that your knees were up near the sides of your full breasts. You seemed a bit startled at first, but quickly recognized that it was me, and something in my look assured you that it was all right to go on. And you did, a little self consciously at first, but then as if you were putting on a show for me as well as yourself.
"Keep your legs drawn up like that, that is my only request for the moment," I said. I did not touch you, but rather walked around you, looking closely at your face and hair, which was a little mussed, then your breasts and belly. With your legs like that, your pussy was tilted upwards and spread well open. Bending down to inspect more closely, I took a good look -- your outer labia were puffy and flushed, your inner lips long and dark, fluttering out from your center like butterfly wings. Your clit lying between those delicate lips -- a pretty little nub, more than a nub, really a tiny finger almost, or a tiny cock. Your pubic hair was damp and I was able to catch a good whiff of your strong, electrifying scent.
As you continued, i took my own clothes off, and as my boxers came off you could see my erection spring out at attention. Red, pulsing with my heartbeats, its smooth bulbous head flaring out from the shaft and tapering down to the tip, which had an opening like a little eye. I stood before you, my cock over your open legs. "Don't forget, we have all night," I said. And with that, I lowered the shaft onto your vulva, laying it between your glistening lips -- ohh, the touch of you -- you were warm and wet there, and I know that you enjoyed the sensation as much or more than i did. I moved the shaft up and down, slowly, gently, in your slit, moistening my cock with your juices. You began to moan.
