She felt light headed, her mouth somewhat dry as the alcohol began to take its effect. Smiling carelessly she looked into his eyes, her old long lost school friend, her ex's good mate, and now her friend. He looked charming, handsome, and his muscles showed out superbly in his tight shirt. As he turned to get himself a drink of water, her gaze cast down to his tight dress pants where his round, muscled butt pressed firmly against the material. She felt her juices flow, tension had existed between them for some time, and now on this hot summer night she felt liberated, horny and pleasantly drunk. He was, as normal, sober and he made light jokes forcing her to smile, he loved her smile, he enjoyed her company greatly.
He returned, and she noticed his cock outlined in his pants, he was just as aroused as she was she realised, her emotions aflame, the image of his hard cock pressing against his pants making her feel dizzy. She was wearing a short black mini skirt, a boob tube and some nicely placed make up, she looked beautiful, but she never thought so, though all her male onlookers thought otherwise. She had a sexy essence that caused a stirring in the loins of most men, and he was no different. Sitting next to her on the bed they conversed, she giggled and touched him lightly. She rubbed his arm, which flexed at her touch.
"Iβm sooo sleepified" She remarked.
"Youβre always sleepified. As for me, Iβm hornified" he smiled.
"Ha ha, charming" she smiled her eyes drifting up to his.
She leaned forward and kissed him, he returned the kiss, their lips joined combining in a delicious dance, her hands went down to his hard cock, and she rubbed it gently. He followed her actions and brought his hand to her breast, his thumb stroking it lightly through the thin satiny material of her top. He began to kiss her lightly, moving his warm mouth to her neck, he pecked small kisses against her. She could smell his cologne, it made her spin wonderfully. His tongue lashed out, and went to her ears as he lightly kissed and sucked her lobes, while his strong hands massaged her flanks. As she lay back onto the bed, he kissed down her soft torso, he kissed through her top teasing her firm breasts. His hands massaged her thighs, as his mouth travelled down below her navel, kissing through her dress he could smell her sweet musk and it drove him wild. His mouth pressed against her mound, she pressed up against him.
No words were spoken as their passionate feelings intertwined through the air. He rolled her skirt up her thighs, eyeing her panty-covered crotch; she wore a g-string that accentuated her womanly figure. He licked against the silky surface of the g-string, his saliva and hot breath soaked through to her already wet mound. Pulling her soaked panties down he looked in delightful awe at her womanhood, pressing his face against her he flicked out his tongue, it stabbed into her clit, lashing over it as he gradually increased the pressure.
She writhed at his licking, his hands firmly held her thighs, soft groans escaped her lips. He moved his tongue down to between her soft folds, his thumbs took over rubbing against her clit, his tongue pumped into her hole, he nuzzled his mouth deep into her licking and sucking her nectar. She felt powerful, fantastic jolts of delight engulf her. He moved his tongue down between her soft cheeks to her puckered rose bud, she squirmed at this new sensation, his tongue probed her there, as his thumbs slick in his saliva and her juices massaged her erect and throbbing clit.