This Girl Only Sleeps With Butterflies
(The Prelude)
They sat kissing on her couch. Her mouth was so hot. Their tongues tasted one another. Their breathing was soft but getting heavier. She loved kissing. And he was doing such a wonderful job of it! Sometimes he would break off the kiss to lick and suck on her lips. He told her to stick out her tongue and he sucked on that for a few beautiful moments before she told him it was his turn and he stuck out his tongue and she returned the favor in spades.
They were both still dressed. His hands wandered all over her petite little body. His hands roamed over the luscious curve of her hips, then up and down her back. Then down to her hips once again, and up and down her lithe thighs. The black dress she wore rode up those beautiful thighs and his hands found her delicious skin and massaged it.
His lips broke away from hers and they traveled across her cheek to the curve of her jaw, then up and down her slender neck. He trailed kisses down to and across her collar bone. Then back up and down the other side of her neck. All the while his hands had wandered down to her calves and had been massaging the muscles there.
He made his way back to her lovely little mouth. His own thoughts consumed with what that little mouth could do to him. After a few short, quick kisses, he sat back on the couch away from her and drew her leg up into his lap.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Her breasts were full and heaving, the nipples hard and digging into the fabric of her bra and dress.
"Massaging your feet." he states frankly. His fingers begin to work into the soles of her feet.
"Why?"
He shrugged. "Because I want to."
She had never had a foot massage before, and his skilled, long-fingers hands, were doing a marvelous job. Absolutely marvelous. She wondered what else he could do with those skilled, long-fingered hands.
"Did you want me to stop?" he asked.
"No!" she cried out then caught herself and blushed a little. "Not unless you want to." Even though she was a little put out by the abrupt change. She would follow this to its inevitable conclusion. After all, she didn't think she would regret it.
He kissed her foot. "No, I'm fine." He began to work on each individual toe, being careful not to tickle. "But if you want me to stop, just say so."
She lay back on the couch now, a smile on her perfect face. "Okay," she replied.
He rubbed first one foot and then the other, working on the sole, the ball and heel, and each individual toe. He took time out to kiss her feet as well.
"Do you have a foot fetish or something?" she asked.
"No, not really. I just felt like doing something nice for you." He paused. "Do you think you could do something nice for me?"
"What?" she asked.
"Lift up your dress." he said softly.
A flutter of anxiousness swam in her belly. She smiled and seductively bit her lower lip. Her small hands slid to her thighs and began to slowly work the dress up and up. The material gliding over her legs.
"More?" she teased.
"More." he said, and smiled.
She pulled the dress up until her panties were uncovered.
"There." he said approvingly, and her hands ceased her slow reveal.
He massaged her ankles and lower calves. He went back the first foot and massaged the bridge of it. He brought her foot to his lips and tongue and kissed and licked her little toes.
"Show me." he said softly to her, his eyes locking onto hers.
"Show you what?" she said coyly, biting her lower lip.
"Open your legs." he said, pulling a toe into his mouth and sucking on it.
She obliged and spread herself open, slowly, splaying her thighs like butterfly wings. The crotch of her thong panties came into view. They were very damp.
He went back to her other foot and did the same, massaging the bridge before bringing it to his lips and tongue to kiss and lick her toes.
"Is there anything else you would like me to do?" she asked innocently, but the depth of the question conveyed anything but innocence.
"Whatever you want." he said and smiled before pulling a toe into his mouth to suck on it.
After a few moments of quiet contemplation her hands slid back down to her thighs and slowly made their way to the waistband of her black thong. She ran her fingers along the edge of the material. She pulled her dress up exposing her bellybutton ring. He noticed her taut little tummy and couldn't wait to kiss and lick all over it. Then her hands crept between her legs. She ran her fingers up and down her pussy lips, and along the edges of the gusset of her thong, before disappearing beneath to rub along the sweet, sensitive skin. With her free hand she pulled the crotch of the panty to the side, exposing her sweetest of secrets to him. Her other finger ran up and down the bare slit now, the labia glistening with her juices. Her index finger circled her sensitive clit.
Her eyes were locked onto his. She could feel him growing beneath his jeans and pressing into her leg.
"How's that?" she asked, her breathing slightly labored.
"That's beautiful," he said and smiled.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M LETTING YOU DO THIS TO ME
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me," she whispered into the pillow she clutched to her face.
"Did you want me to stop?" he asked, his hands on her ankles.
She paused. "No," she said coyly.
She had driven almost two hours to Sheboygan to see him. It was their second date. And he was literally driving her crazy with all of his talk about sex! What he would do to her if she let him. And she wanted him to do anything, everything he talked to her about. Stuff she never would have thought about in years of doing with any of her other lovers, or even her husband, when she was married. She was happily divorced now, thank you very much.
She lay motionless on her belly on his bed. Her hands clutching the soft, downy pillow, cradling her head. His hands went back to her ankles and slipped off her sandals. They returned to rub and circle the soft flesh and work their way up her lithe calves. At her knees he encountered the hem of her flower-print dress, and began to push that up her thighs as well. She enjoyed the slow tease, and the feel of his hands on her skin.
He leaned over the bed. Raising the dress, he touched the smooth curve of her cheeks. As he lifted the dress over them, his hands running over her deliciously curved hips, he spied her black thong nestled in between her soft cheeks. He let out an audible sigh. He left the dress bunched up around her waist.
He leaned down and kissed the back of her calf. Then kissed behind her knee. He climbed up onto the bed next to her. His hands massaged her soft backside as he kissed up her thighs to the sweet curve of her cheeks. He pulled her cheeks apart and smiled at the fabric of her thong barely covering her tiny asshole. Her pussy lips were already soaking the material with her juices.
"You're so wet already." he told her.
"Wet and ready." she said, her voice anxious. Her body anxious to feel him against her, inside her, tasting her, ... oh how she wanted him so bad!
He kissed all over her petite ass, massaging the flesh at the same time. His lips and tongue slid into the cleft and she purred. He reached for the waistband of her thong and hooked his fingers into the material and pulled them slowly off of her little body. He threw them onto the bedroom floor. He opened her legs and climbed between them. His hands glided up her legs to open the cheeks of her ass.
"So yummy," he said, then leaned down and flicked his tongue across the taboo hole. Her whole body shivered, and goosebumps covered her. This was something she had never done before, and ... and it was very nice. It was dirty. It was taboo. His tongue was licking her little asshole, his hands holding her cheeks apart. Her body soon warmed from him tonguing her little butt.
He knifed a hand between her labia, surprising her and found her sweet little clit with his fingers and began to rub it in little concentric circles. Her hips arched up off the bed. Her pussy wept over the fingers rubbing her. His mouth played her like an erotic instrument. The low notes gathering themselves into high notes until the crescendo of climax pulsed through her like a second heartbeat.
His mouth was no longer on her ass, it was lapping up her orgasm from between her pouting labia. He was drinking from her. Swallowing her fluid, her cum. His fingers weren't playing their familiar chords either, They were dancing up and down the sweet, swollen labia, back and forth, massaging the soft and sensitive flesh.
"Turn over sweetheart," he said pulling his face from her fount.
