SLEEPY HEAD
One morning, I woke up on my back, slowly, sleepily, feeling rested and shortly realized something was.... pleasantly different.
I felt a noticeable, warm weight on my thighs, a warm press of flesh against my left arm and something was brushing against that arm and my chest. I opened my eyes to see MK's right foot, shod in a 4 inch leopard print mule, caressing my arm and chest. Her leg moved, bringing the stiletto up to face as she carefully caressed my cheek.
Then the spike of her heel traced my lower lip with surprising gentleness and accuracy. I flicked my tongue out and brushed the spire. She saw the move, paused then slowly and carefully slid the stiletto along my tongue. I closed my lips around it, imagining it was her clit or one of her delicious nipples.
She ever so slowly withdrew the spike, my tongue giving it a last flick, and, with an exaggerated flourish, moved her stiletto bedecked foot back to the bed. Her knee was bent upward.
I blinked, tried to get fully awake and assess the situation.
MK, nude-except for the mules-, was draped across my thighs on her left side; the warmth of her body wonderfully comforting.
I realized my cock was rigid, and as my eyes focused, was vertical with a sheer, black nylon stocking wrapped around it and my balls.
MK, her gorgeous 38D breasts, nipples hard, jiggled a bit and her left breast pressed softly against my cock and thigh. The heat of her tits was very arousing.
All the while her red tipped fingers ever so lightly traced a wickedly sexy and sensuously slow path up, down, and around my cock.
The song, "Go Slow", immediately popped into my head. It was a favorite for both of us.
Little wonder I was so hard. She had a way about her that got me excited even without catching a glimpse of stocking.
Her left leg, making the warm press against my arm, was straight while her right leg was now bent at the knee straight up, her lovely stiletto resting very deliberately on a pillow so I would have no trouble seeing it. Her beautiful, pink (and I suspect wonderfully wet) pussy was very intentionally evident. I once again admired the "landscaping", as she phrased it.
My left hand instinctively moved to her soft, smooth thigh and, of its own accord, crept slowly, teasingly, toward that lovely, damp softness.
Her left hand, with one of her FF black stockings wrapped a bit above the base, was holding my cock vertical. Her right hand was busy, in the slowest, lightest, most maddeningly and delicious way, caressing my cock. She worked the underside near the head (which she had independently discovered some time ago was a sure fire way to get me hard), around the head, and up and down the shaft. Feather touches that I knew presaged a wonderfully intense orgasm for me.
From my viewpoint, just above the head of my cock was her lovely, smiling face. She loved her theatrics and I loved her style.
"Hello there, sleepy head." She purred in a low throaty half whisper that she knew I loved. "'Bout time you..........got up." The smile widened, an eyebrow arched. She loved a double entendre, the more obvious the better.
Before I could respond she slowly moved her mouth to the head of my cock, pausing, she took in a deep breath of air (pushing both of her soft, warm breasts against my cock), held it and then with her lips open and a mere fraction of an inch from the head of my cock, slowly released it.
I voluntarily took a deep breath, gripped her thigh just short of her wetness, and ached my back (as much as was possible) which, as she planned, slid the head of my cock between her lips and just barely into her mouth. Her tongue started its own mission of caress.
