We were exhausted after our walk, although it may not have just been the heat and walking that had tired us out. We welcomed the cool sanctuary of the bottom of the stairwell, but our pace slowed as we neared the top and the heat trapped us. We paused at the top and I unzipped Hannah's dress and she let it fall at her feet and then stepped over it, turned to show me her naked body and then turned to walk to the door, wiggling her bottom at me as I scooped up her item of clothing.
She opened the door, took the dress from my arms and placed it inside, then turned and reached for my shorts, undoing the button and lowering the zip and watched them fall. She took the bottom of my t-shirt and peeled it up and over my head. Then she lowered to her knees and pressed her lips to the front of my boxer shorts before pulling them down to my ankles.
I was semi hard and she lifted my cock in her hand and opened her mouth around the end, pulling the skin back to expose the head and fixing her lips around the edge of the helmet, where the sensitive skin joined the foreskin. She ran her tongue up over the arrowhead on the underside and I placed a hand on top of her head and the other on the door frame to steady myself. Her eyes moved up to look into mine and she opened her mouth wide and took the rest of my partially flaccid cock into her mouth, her cute nose pressing on my shaved groin. One of her hands was holding my balls, the other was around me, resting on my bottom.
Slowly she moved back, her lips pulled out as her mouth slid off my cock. She clamped around the head again for a few seconds, then leaned back to pull my cock from her lips and I watched them bulge as the ridge of the helmet spread them much as her pussy or anal sphincter would do when I withdrew from one of her other sweet, tight holes. There was a little pop noise and she sat back and smiled at me. "I need a drink." She whispered and she stood, turned, waggled her cute bum and went inside and I gathered my clothing and thoughts and followed.
Soon we were relaxing on the sofa, both naked, sipping cold fizzy drinks and laughing about events earlier at the coffee shop as well as discussing what to have for dinner. Hannah had suggested pasta and it seemed ideal, but she was now worried as we had decided too easily. I suggested we could go out to dinner, but we had decided against that as it would mean, actually going out again. There was the possibility of a pizza being delivered, but Hannah didn't know what the best one was, locally and then we just gave up trying to decide. Pasta it would be.
Hannah was checking out possible pasta recipes online, but got distracted after I saw a jar of pesto in the fridge and we couldn't really find anything that would beat that. So, now she was checking out some favourite web pages as we tried to snuggle up, but also stay cool and a naked body pressed against you didn't work well.
"Hey, Chapter two has been published!" she called and I wandered back, slightly concerned. She got her little laptop stand and began to read. "Don't tell me what happens" she giggled. I sat at the other end of the sofa and watched as Hannah read about the sexual exploits of someone with the same name who was exactly like her.
She soon became lost in the story and I watched as she opened her legs more as the story progressed, one hand moving around her body, stroking a breast, caressing her belly, toying with a nipple as it hardened and rose from the dark areola. and drifting down over the shaved skin to flick across her vulva.
I could see her lips parting as she wiggled and spread her legs and then she slid a hand down, a finger running over the mound, her outer lips now opening, but still holding the swelling inner lips between them, like a flower head holds the petals until they are ready to unfurl in the morning sun. The inner lips were getting darker as they readied and they were now pushing up and out from the puffy neighbours, bulging up and aching to be free.
Hannah's finger stroked over them and the outer edges broke the tension and began to rise, the dark rim of one now poking out from the pale outer lips that once held it. There was a soft groan from Hannah as she became aroused and I could see the glisten of wetness on the edge of an inner lip as it now rose out of that delicious valley. I stayed quiet as Hannah stroked over the labia again and the other inner lip fluttered open and up, allowing the finger to dip into the wet, fleshy crevice to become lubricated and slick. "This woman is so lucky." She whispered.
"He's luckier." I added and she looked up at me and smiled.
"I really hope people are masturbating to this." She said as her finger continued to stroke her open pussy.
"Someone most definitely is."
She looked at me, then down to her hand, a finger between her swollen inner lips, opening them. "Oh!" She blushed. "I hadn't realised. I just got carried away."
"It's good, I am enjoying watching."
Hannah slid another finger into her wet lips and then spread them to pull herself open. "You did this to me." She whispered. "You always do this to me." I stared down at her open pussy lips. "Please lick me."
I wanted to just dive down and bury my face in her labia, but I had also been enjoying the show. "Are you sure you don't want to carry on?"
She sighed and ran one of the fingers deeper to spread herself more. "I masturbated so many times to your words. You see what you do to me. But, I love when you touch me and lick me, that cannot be replicated in a story. I want you to lick me, taste me, smell me. I want to feel you on and in me." She whispered, her voice full of longing. "I love the writing, but nothing compares to the real thing. I want you to lick me now as I read of how you brought me to orgasm with your tongue and fucked my ass last week." Seconds later I was on my knees between her wide legs and open pussy as her fingers spread the wet lips to show me her deep red hole that was waiting for my tongue.
I inhaled deeply to take in the wonderful scent and then moved my tongue to glide it over the inner lips as they draped around Hannah's fingertips, licking her nectar. "Please, lover." She whispered and I put my tongue out and into her and pushed as deep as I could.
Hannah rested one hand on the back of my head and pressed her hips against my face. I glanced up and her eyes were on the screen, reading of our adventures the previous week, but her eyes were flickering and her mouth was open and she moaned with each lick of my tongue inside her. Her head would slump back as I moved my tongue up her open groove to press the tip of it to the underside of her clitoris before flitting over the tip that now poked free of its protective cover.
I moved a finger to her hole, which was was soaked and open, but a whispered "No" stopped me and I looked up as I licked her clitoris. "Just the tongue, darling, just lick me to orgasm." I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs wider and she moved her hips down so she was semi-reclined on the sofa, still trying to read as I ran my tongue up and down her vulva, licking between her swollen lips, lapping her juice and sucking on those tender fleshy inner labia as they hung free.
When I next looked up Hannah was no longer reading, her eyes were barely open and looking down her body at the head which was moving between her legs. I am not sure she could really see me, just my dark hair as I moved and devoured her open body. I would glance up, but her eyes didn't register, they would close and partially open as her bottom lip quivered.
I was going slowly, mainly as it was hot, but also so Hannah could continue to read, but she was lost now and her body began to move in time with my licks from her hole to her clitoris, undulations from her hips, up her belly and to her shoulder, which would roll back and cause her head to sway. The slurping noise was getting louder and I would poke my tongue into the entry to her body and lap at the juice and drink her in, before pressing my face to her very wet and open labia as I moved higher.
I started to knock my top lip onto the exposed clitoris on every pass of my mouth over Hannah's vulva, holding my mouth onto the sensitive nub and then licking up so my tongue ran up the underside before flicking onto the tip. As her breathing increased I pressed harder with my lips, resting the top one just above her clitoris so my licking tongue would trap it against the lip and squeeze as I licked. I kept the same tempo, but used more pressure of my tongue on her very sensitive skin, lapping and sucking the labia too as I moved up and down in Hannah's delicious valley. We were both lost.
The cries drowned out the slurping noises as Hannah teetered on the edge, my tongue licking harder over her spread sex and my lips pressing the swollen pearl of her clitoris. I relaxed the pressure and she would catch her breath for a second before my flattened tongue would glide over her again and bring her closer. I licked a bit faster and her thighs shook as I held them wide. Her undulations now making her breasts jiggle as she began to twitch, but still she didn't succumb as I eased the pressure.
Long moans and sobs now filled the late afternoon air and I licked faster, moving my mouth higher to lash her clitoris with my tongue as I held my lips wide over the bulging bud to exhale onto it as I licked. Hannah fell, the edge now long gone as her entire body shook and she cried out in a low wail, her fingers curling into my hair as she held my head, her eyes closed, her mouth wide. I held my tongue to her clitoris as she shuddered and jerked, her hips spasming up into my mouth, grinding her open labia onto my face. Her cries were long, I could see her head was back, but her mouth was now wide. I kept my mouth to her as she rode out the orgasm and the shaking stopped, by then I was just lightly kissing her, my lips wide over her vulva, almost caressing her as she sobbed and trembled with an orgasm that I wasn't sure was going to end.
