I couldn't believe I was on my knees in the woman's room, obviously in the stall. Not to mention the disbelief of what I was doing here and who I was with. My mouth was between the legs of a very sexy woman and I was eating her out like it was my last meal. It was a scenario I always dreamed about, but never experienced. Every bathroom stall was empty and we picked the closest one. My sex drive isn't what it used to be so eating pussy is a great way to make almost any woman happy. Of course when I do this, I'm happy too. We kissed the whole way into the bathroom as she pulled me with her into the closest stall. I closed the door after knowing full well the slight turn of the knob sealing the door could shake loose at anytime.
A long time ago, at the tender youthful age of twenty I fucked and licked whatever presented an opportunity, but twenty-five years later and my desires were not what they used to be. At forty-five I perform where I can. Sure I talked a good game, but what it came down to was not how good I performed with verbal skills, but how good my tongue truly was. This woman emoted not just sexual energy, but an undying, unwavering sense of raw sensual power. She didn't say much, but every time I saw her I didn't say much either. This was a woman who tripped me up in every sense of the word and I felt that not only was she amused by it, she liked it.
For months I stared at her. We locked eyes a few times and not shy little glances. They were full out "I'm going to fuck you" stares. I felt like I was prey the one time she licked her lips. This helped build my confidence. After all she must be getting the same vibe from me, not that I even tried to lick my lips. I just felt for me it was natural, but with her, she was different somehow, special in the best sense of the word.
The first time I felt the courage to talk to her I blurted out about the weather. I told her what a beautiful day it was not realizing the drenched umbrella she was carrying didn't protect her. Her succulent brown eyes stared at me, her brow creased as too look and say you poor deranged man, but it was her hair, medium brown in color and what I detected to be red hues sprinkled through out that dripped with moisture that I thought, yes it was a beautiful day indeed. Did I mention the tight blouse that showed off her bra and erect nipples. I love white on a rainy day.
Now this day, months later her hair was still elegantly wet like that rain day, only this time it was after a shower following an exercise session in the corporate gym. She smelled wonderful and I didn't mean the soap she used. Over the last few months we traded music and we increased our music tastes by basing it off what we already individually liked. We even had our list synchronized to about some fifty plus different songs. We were working out together with our fit bits in sync, the only difference was the randomizer playing our playlist which jumped to different songs. This made the workout interesting. Certain songs energized her more than they did me and vice versa. Apparently this worked with eating her out too. I could hear the music as I was between her legs. She maxed out the volume. Now she was listening to Animals by Nickelback while I was doing exactly what the lyrics implied.
I guess they knew she was missin'
As I tried to tell her dad
It was her mouth that I was kissin'
I could feel what she liked just by the way her nails which would either impale themselves on my shoulders or her fingers would roll through my hair massaging my scalp. She talked too, there is nothing hotter than a woman that tells you exactly how and where she likes to be pleasured, or in this case she apparently really liked my skills because more than anything she was saying "oh yea, right there". And maybe it wasn't so much as talking as it was yelling over the music.
My hands held her inner thighs because every time she trembled or spasmed from my tongue licking between her legs, her powerful mussels clenched. My head between them facing her wet pussy above the toilet basin was both dirty and exotic at the same time. I switched rhythms, quicker at times as I listened to her breathing. That was key, knowing what she needed just by exhaling and inhaling. Any deeper probing was distinctively from my tongue. I wasn't going to penetrate her just yet, but I did want to fuck her.
"Keep Licking" she loudly said.
Was it a demand? Was she begging? Or did she just want to say what I was planning on doing anyway? It was euphoric, almost like a drug, the most addictive drug ever. Each lap of her pussy made my tongue tingle. I decided to up the ante. I entered my index finger. Every woman is different, in mannerisms, looks, style, and body. As I slid my finger in for the first I knew she was no different. An audible gasp signifying that my wager paid off. The tightness wrapped around my finger.
I felt around paying attention to each breath, gasp, and moan. I pushed deep, pulled out, and repeated. I placed my tongue on her clit humming along to the next song as I heard the lyrics play for The Goo Goo Dolls.
All I can taste is this moment
