I looked down, past my breasts and over my flat stomach, between my legs. All I could see were his eyes looking back at me. He'd had his face buried between my legs for so long the post office was going to have to start forwarding his mail there soon.
We were in no rush and as opposed to so many of my former lovers, Brian was in no hurry. Once he had helped me from out of my sexy little sun dress he laid me down, kissed a slow path down my body and placed his mouth on my pussy.
His tongue was warm and soft and he licked with gentle strokes. My pussy was shaved smooth except for a small 'landing strip' and he seemed to appreciate this greatly. He didn't just try and shove his tongue all the way inside me nor did he latch onto my clit and suck on it like he was trying to get the last drop of a drink through a straw. Those were both the general practices of my husband on the rare occasions that I persuaded him to even venture his mouth between my legs.
Instead Brian seemed intent on licking every part of me, from the inside of my thighs to my pussy lips, and in between them with delicate care. I could feel his tongue start at the base of my opening and move slowly up my slit until he reached my clit, where he would pause and flick his tongue over that most sensitive button. Every time he did my toes curled and I had to work hard to take in breath.
His strong hands were all over me as well, moving over my taunt legs, flat stomach, small breasts. It was as if he was trying to consume my body with not only his mouth, but with his touch. "I've wanted you for so long" he had said to me when I first fell into his arms and it seemed as if he was bent on making up for lost time.
We had been friends in high school and had seemingly alternated crushes on each other; when he was available I wasn't and vice versa. Then we both went off to college, lost track of each other and I got married. But when I returned home for a couple of weeks in the summer we had made plans to get together, to have a couple drinks and reminisce. Somehow that led us here; with me naked on his bed with his mouth working on me quite expertly.
Brian had been coy when we left the restaurant and headed back to his place. He didn't pressure me, but then again he didn't really have to. Things with my husband, while generally good in regards to most aspects, were a little lacking in the sexual department. And with him a couple of thousand miles away and a good looking man like Brian eager to provide me with the pleasure I had been so needing, well the decision to let him take me to bed hadn't exactly been a difficult one.
Immediately inside his apartment door we had begun kissing, soft and gentle. As we kissed his hands worked on the zipper to my dress and my hands had unbuttoned his shirt. When he broke our kiss to shrug out of his shirt I slipped the straps of my dress over my shoulders and let it fall into a pile on the floor. I wasn't wearing a bra, I don't have large breasts – just small, perky ones that are delightfully sensitive – and when Brian saw them he seemed to regard them like they were a fine wine.
He had bent his head low, sucked on each gently softly taking each into his mouth in turn. He then led me to the bedroom where he slipped off his pants but not his boxers. When I tried to remove them for him he pushed me away and smiled shyly – most unusual as most men are all too ready to get their pants off. Instead he had helped me out of my black thong and placed me on his sprawling bed. You already know what happened next.
I felt one of his fingers slip inside me, I was so wet, wetter than I had ever been. He wasn't exactly teasing me its just that he was taking his sweet time, not spending too much time on the parts that would push me to orgasm and it was driving me wild. The muscles of my tight pussy contracted around his finger and he started moving it in and out of me while his tongue continued to lick laps around my soft lips.
As I watched he slipped his finger out of me and placed it in his mouth. He was looking back at me with those large grey eyes of his and he smiled. "You taste wonderful."
"Thank you," was all that I could think to say as his finger pressed back inside of me.
He started searching around inside of my for my spot, curling his finger to find it. When he made contact with it I jumped a little and he knew he had found what he was looking for. With his other hand he searched through the folds of skin moving them out of the way until my clit was exposed. As his finger massaged my spot he started flicking his tongue over my clit, gently tracing circles on its sensitive sheathe.
I was surprised at how close to orgasming I was. In mere seconds my breathing became erratic, my legs began to shake and a wave of pleasure broke over me. I looked down and he smiled back at me, satisfied that he was able to bring me such pleasure with such relative ease.
He removed his finger from me and disengaged his mouth from my pussy. Starting at the strip of soft brown hair at the top of my pussy he began kissing his way back up my body until his lips met mine. We kissed and I could taste myself on his mouth which was strangely erotic.
As we kissed I felt his penis press against my opening. I wasn't sure what to expect, since he hadn't let me touch of even see his cock, I wondered if maybe he was embarrassed at its size. As soon as he made it about an inch inside of me I knew that he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
