I had been enjoying the delight of just how satisfying it has been to bring a woman to a toe scrunching, knee twitching, fist clenching, jaw tightening and open throated gasping orgasm while licking and sucking on her clitoris. Oh, the legs closing, that so very tight grasping of my head, as I nuzzled and licked was all part of the joy for me. As I pulled away, gently, and looked at her face and totally relaxed body, I felt a grand sense of personal accomplishment in a job well done. Oh, yes, it is a job. A job that must be taken very seriously, not approached with any of the "lick and a promise" type of attitude. One must deliver if one is in this position. Must deliver.
Janet laid there, a slight after effect being a shudder of pleasure as the body returns to its normal heart rate and breathing. The rosy glow of blood infused tissue still evident and the skin slick with moisture of "la petite morte" only added to my pleasure. And now I hear the soft groan of pleasure from her lips, a sort of hissing sound, a barely audible signal of enjoyment and satisfaction.
It had been a most delightful time, one filled with joy for both parties, which is the way it should be. Women seem able to retain an interest in sex after an orgasm far more often then men. When a man ejaculates and becomes immobile for a while his recovery seems to lack any further interest in sexual activity. At least I have often felt that way. It is for that reason that I like to satisfy my woman first. That way I am sure she has enjoyed our get together as much as I and would be interested in a return engagement. And I most definitely wanted a return engagement.
The next activities did not require much in the way of active involvement on Janet's part. She had to verbally participate, physically be present, but mostly for the teasing and erotic words she would deliver.
While engaged in the previous activity I had been wearing a bra and panties, almost making it a lesbian experiment, though she had no lesbian desires. The facts seem to support the idea that women are for more able to just enjoy the pleasures with either sex and not be offended or inhibited by same sex sexual activity as most men in our western culture seem to be. I have been told by a number of women how they had had sex with other women. Sometimes nothing more than kissing and feeling the breasts of their partners. Others include oral sex. Most are said with the attitude of "why would anyone think this not acceptable?" thus thwarting any questions of why would you do this.
The interesting fact is, when told that I had had sexual activity with another man they expressed a totally different attitude, one of just how strange that seems. A total reversal of their acceptance of their own behavior and rejecting of mine. I suppose that is part of the joy of some things, doing the forbidden.
I like to wear women's lingerie, panties, bras and even a slip now and then. I do like the feel of the material, soft, silky nylon or even cotton. To be caught wearing such items would subject any male to ridicule, shame and derision from both men and women. It is definitely not an accepted practice. Where a woman can wear men's clothing with complete acceptance men are not granted the same latitude. Which is OK by me. Were it to be otherwise I seriously doubt that I would get the same thrill wearing panties and bras. And it most definitely would preclude the following activity.
After about ten minutes, Janet raised herself on her elbow, looked at me and said, "thank you, panty boy, I sure did enjoy that." She put her hand down to her swollen labia, stuck a few fingers in her vagina and brought the sweet nectar to her lips, tasting it and commenting, "I sure enjoyed that." Repeating the action she then put her fingers in my mouth, "I just know how much you like that. Now put my panties back on me. I want the crotch to absorb my juices for you."
I pulled the full back Vanity Fair panties up her legs and around her hips. She put her hand between her legs and rubbed the cotton lined panty crotch against her vagina, making sure the gusset was wet and stained with her copious juices.
"I know you will want to play with these later. Tell, me, what will you do with them? Will you sniff them? Or put them on your head with the gusset over your nose while you jack off? Will you wrap the gusset around your penis and stroke? Tell me, panty boy, what will you do?"
All of this previous described activity was a follow up to the lead in of my fantasy. When Janet had arrived at my house we just sat and talked for a while. Just visiting, talking about things in general and she asked me what was in the bag next to the chair in the living room. Without a word she got up from her chair and picked up the bag, sat down with it on her knees and began looking through it. She pulled out the bra that was on top. Then the panties, a panty girdle, more panties, another bra and the silicon breasts that filled the bra.
"Oh, are these your? Do you like to wear women's underwear? Is that what you like? Are you wearing any now? Show me. Stand up and take off your shirt!"
