My head feels fuzzy. It has to be the medication because I've had no alcohol. Having you in front of me is making me crazy. I want you more in this moment than I think ever before.
I kneel before you, worshiping you. You are still in your skirt from work. I can feel your smooth leg from your ankles up to the edge of your skirt. Leaning down I kiss your feet through the openings of your shoes. Laying my tongue flat and ensuring that I am kissing every exposed inch.
I kiss and lick along your ankles, little nips at your Achilles tendon, lightly biting your calves. I remove one shoe at a time, licking and sucking your toes, even through your pantyhose. I've never wanted to suck toes before, and worship your feet.
I move up to the knees. You are backed against the wall as I move my head under your skirt. Kissing above the knee, licking your thighs, tasting your skin and wanting these damn pantyhose gone.
I slide my hands up under your skirt, then pull the top of the pantyhose down, moving them off of your sweet thighs. My mouth now has unobstructed access. I lick and suckle, moving up your thigh. With the pantyhose gone, I lift the skirt up towards your hips, exposing your lacy boy short panties. I can see your wet center through the lace panel in the panties. I want you out of these panties now.
I reach around and find the zipper on your skirt, opening and dropping it to pool at your feet. My hands immediately finding and separating your butt cheeks. I love the feel of your bum as I bury my nose and tongue onto your crotch through your panties, teasing you with my tongue as I search for and find your clit through the fabric.
I can taste you through the fabric, sweet nectar. I roll my tongue across your fabric covered sex, pushing and thrusting my tongue against the fabric. Your hands now coming from where they were fisted against the wall as I probed you, to clasp my head in place as you gyrate against my tongue.
I slide my hands to the sides of your panties and swiftly pull them down, quickly replacing my tongue now on your exposed flesh. The warmth is incredible, the feeling of you against my tongue and lips, tasting your wetness. God I could live between your legs forever. If I had more hair I know it would be pulled between your fingers. Your hands trying to clench my hair as I work my tongue against your center.
One hand staying toward your backside, kneading the flesh, my other hand shifting to the front, my thumb rubbing against your opening while I take and suck your distended clit into my mouth, rolling it between my lips. You are so wet and excited.