I rap lightly on the door, three times, to signal it's me. The door creaks open, and I walk in, closing it behind me. I glance around quickly, and as usual two glasses of red wine are waiting, a bottle chilling on ice, a selection of exotic fruits and cheese are displayed on a wooden board, food for the gods.
I still can't believe my good fortune. The ritual has begun, but today is special, I bring a gift. She is gorgeous, as always, tossing her long blond hair, sparkling green eyes gazing into mine. She is smiling knowingly. With a sway of her curvy hip, she sits down on the sofa, slowly inching her short skirt to her waist, long legs partly open as she slips her stilettos off, her pretty feet pointed and jewelry adorned toes pinioned on the carpet.
I drop on my knees, my eyes feasting on her womanhood, no panties to obstruct the view. Large puffy lips, shiny moistened dark inner lips, a dark blonde patch of hair above her sex greet my waiting tongue.
Lifting one smooth limb by the ankle, my tongue trails saliva from the toe to the inner thigh. Her response, as expected, is the sharp intake of breath and an involuntary flutter of her lightly swelling belly. How well I know her needs. I repeat the caress with the other curvy leg, the tip of my tongue drawing slowly across the smooth distance to find a resting place next to the puffy swell of quivering smooth hairless outer lips.
Quick light stabs enter the fleshy lower part where lips meet and quickly withdraw. Her breath is held in anticipation of the invading member, flicking from my mouth, like the tongue of a snake, smelling the air. Her fragrance is intoxicating, always fresh, like spring flowers, with a slight hint of heated flesh.
I gently nudge her legs wide open with the flat of both palms my fingers trace the shape of her sex, her inner lips opening into that familiar butterfly, drops of elixir slowly rolling from the bottom of the dark pink gaping interior. My tongue laps at the tasty fluids, enjoying and relishing her taste. I feel her respond, her hands gently on the back of my head.
She pulls my head firmly against her dripping sex, I breathe through the mouth, the tip of my nose buried against the helmet of her clit, stimulating her into a trembling orgasm
I plow the dripping furrow with my nose, followed by my stiffened tongue, driving my face deeper in her heady sex. Her scent fills my flaring nostrils, stimulating my senses. I feel my cock harden, straining in my jeans.
