A woman in a dress, exposing herself from across the room, is a real big turn-on, especially if we don't know each other. But it can't be any pussy. I have my rules. A pussy supported behind some ripe firm hips, that can spot a good cameltoe, on an hour-glass frame, is God's art at work.
Everyone professes to know how to eat pussy. Though, as most women would profess, licking it is not eating it. You might get lucky from beating on her clit, but it's definitely not going to earn you any brownie points.
Eating pussy takes time and patience. Every woman is not the same. Licking her and tasting her is only part of the game. You must take your time and savor the moments. Lick and kiss her thighs slowly. Work your way down with passionate wet kisses until she is yearning and running her fingers through your hair, trying to push your head down in the calling and cries of her wonting desires.
I like to take my time licking her pussy lips, tracing and teasing, before parting her lips with the tip of my tongue. I like to kiss, lick and suck gently on her stomach, thighs, hips, and pussy lips until they have bloomed with swollen red passion. I like to lick her from her perineum up to her clit, and take the whole of her pussy into my mouth while sliding my tongue deep inside. I learn her pussy through her reactions and responses, mastering her every desire until I have mastered her.
I fell in love the first time I saw Disarrays' naked pussy staring me right in the face. I wasn't sure at first. My mind had to be playing tricks on me. I was in a trance as I crossed the street.
Disarray's family home is across the street. She has been my childhood neighbor since the age of seven. She had recently returned to the family home after four years of college. We had reconnected and picked up the old buddy system that had made us like two peas in a pot. But this, this was turning the page on a whole new chapter. That sisterly-like love I had for her, was about to change. The closer I got, the harder I got, very unaware of the radar I had sticking out, pointing in the right direction.
Queen bee was sitting on the porch, commanding her throne. Standing eight feet away, behind the surrounding gray-granite wall, I had a perfect view. She smiled as I approached, that same friendly hello, that same cultivated sisterly-kinship. Only this time her smile had an extra glow, running behind her bright mischievous green eyes.
She didn't say a word as I hide my embarrassment behind the shielding granite wall. She didn't have to. I wouldn't have been able to speak anyway. She smiled and let me take it all in. She made sure I could see. When she had flashed me from across the street, she had her long legs gaped wide open, until she was sure of my attention.
Like a hypnotized Zombie, I made my way across the street. Halfway across, she smiled, displaying an act of shy innocence, making me wonder if what I saw was real, until she spread her legs again, affirming I wasn't losing my mind.
From that day on, she is the standard of all pussies I look for. Anytime I need a boost, I envision her sitting up on that pouch, legs spread, and kaboom, I spring a fierce boner.
I could see everything. Get a sketch artist, and I'll detail it down to that tear of cream looking like a raindrop under her clit. It made my mouth water. I wanted to taste her with the tip of my tongue. My tongue had to be hanging out, wagging like a dog. As inexperienced as I was, a good tongue lapping was due.
She knew it. You could tell in that devious smile and the way she teased with every bold move.
Sliding her dress up around her waist, she gave me full access to her luscious hips and thighs. She continued looking around, assuring the coast was clear, before slipping a finger into her honeypot and bringing it to her lips. By that time, I was a leaky faucet.
Finally, she broke the spell.
"You like what you see?"
I didn't hear it until she repeated it.
"Hum," was all I could say, still shook, trying to pry my eyes away from her pussy.
"I said. You like what you see?"
I tried to laugh and play it off. "See what. You got games now?"
"I know if I wanted that wall tore down right now, I would have no problem."
"Now, you got jokes," I pressed, trying to suppress the embarrassment.
