It's been a remarkable evening, and heat was rising again. I stroll, saunter across the marble foyer of my house and lean onto the sprawling couch.
You pause behind me, and I rotate my shoulders in anticipation. You resume your slow, measured pace into the entrance of the spacious foyer, Your heels throb on the marble floor, accentuating your every step. Every step is like a bolt of lightning, charging deep passions. You sway provocatively toward me, your light silk skirt swirling around your glorious nakedness underneath. You pause facing me, just far enough away for me to take in every curve and detail of your smoldering body. Your hand moves slowly across your waist, fingers spread easing towards your sweetest lips. Then you close your hand as if your fingers had been burned by a tormenting heat. You turn away and move down the foyer. High heels tap the cool, marble with each swing of your hips, accentuating the movements you know drive me wild. I'm confident you are still wet from my earlier exploration of your body and oral attention you urged on with lusty abandon. Your panties you handed me at dinner rest warm in my pocket.
A cool breeze from the open French doors rustle your skirt. Time seems suspended as you pause at the marble table, center piece of the spacious, lofty foyer. You lean forward and place your hands on the table. There is no mistaking the focus of the room, the heat rises in almost visible waves from your body.. You cast a sexy glance over your shoulder, your lips part as your wet tongue moistens those enticing lips. You move your legs apart one at a time, an inch at a time, slowly, knowing I'm magnetized by your every move. Your hand moves to your ass and begins to raise the near translucent skirt. I move closer, mesmerized by the raw heat and passion of the moment and then... you hold up your hand, palm out for me to stop. I freeze inches from your steamimg body. Your breathing is fast and heavy. Eyes closed, you arch your neck back, your face reaching to the heavens for some internal power to take you, carry you further on this passionate path.
"Before you can caress my ass, you must learn to immerse yourself, to merge with my pussy. Exactly as I wish and when," she purrs. In the most sultry, passion charged voice I've ever heard you speak, "Am I your wench? If you want me, if you want to feel the throbbing heat of my body surrounding you, pulling you deep inside, then you must learn to satisfy this wench."
I was hooked. Before I could say a word she continued, her eyes melting with mine. "Before you can caress my ass you have to learn how touch my pussy, how to caress its every curve and valley with your fingers, your lips, your tongue. Oh, especially your tongue. It is so talented, but the two of us will make it dance." I could only nod in acquiescence. She went on, her eyes seeking out my body from lips to bulge, straining in readiness.
"Do not speak again unless it is to moan in passion or roar in lust."
I'm standing behind you and am rubbing my hands up the outside of your naked thighs, and now the inside of your thighs as I turn you. The sensual, heated lust is so evident on your glassy gaze, as if you're in some kind of sexual trance...waiting.
for the release, the hot release you are aching to feel.
I run my hands down and stop at the hem of the soft silk and slowly raise it up till your beautiful shaved pussy is peaking out. Your lips are so swollen. You are so hot and so very, very wet.
