I walk into your dimly lit bedroom. The room smells deliciously of you. Your perfume combined with that barely noticeable woman scent makes me stop just as I enter. I breathe in, silently and deeply, filling my lungs with this intoxication. A flush of sexual longing rakes through my body then lodges in my groin, it's delicious ache sits there warmly.
You are silhouetted against the light of the full moon which streams through the trees outside and then through the large picture window. I notice your slightly tousled hair is shot through with moonlights; hair has a particular attraction for me, and especially yours, and I am astounded at the sheer beauty of it at this moment. Your face is in darkness and your arms and hands are lit by this soft luminescence. The stillness of your body suggests some deep reverie. In my mind I whisper, "oh, let it be me she is thinking of. "
I am drawn toward you, I whisper your name as I drop to one knee and take your hand in mine.
Your touch is as I remembered it to be. I feel a welcome warmness flowing into me, I look quickly at your hand in astonishment, expecting it to be glowing. I look up, smiling, you are already smiling at the magic ebbing and flowing between us. Your name forms on my lips just as you bend toward me to touch your lips to mine. The softness of your lips makes me quietly moan. Your tongue licks the moan from my lips and I hear its echo on yours.
I rest my head in your lap, sliding a hand along each of your smooth silken thighs, I hug you to me. You respond deliciously by parting your legs and allowing my to sink so close to your womanhood so as to inhale your sex scent, and I do greedily. I slowly roll your dress up so as to expose your panties. Your arousal is apparent and your panties are soaked. My lips quiver with desire as they meet the wetness of you.
Then I control myself somehow and stop. With my lips against the wet patch on your panties I lock into my mind this actual moment. I stow away, in my thoughts, for future enjoyment the sensual curve of your mons beneath white cotton panties, the magic sex-scent that your aroused body is producing, the warmth between your legs, the enticing way you have your legs arranged. I note the noises you are making, soft sibilant sounds of pleasure escaping your lips each time your tongue wets them. I press my tongue against your pussy filled panties and enjoy the way your outer lips yield and then open to my touch. Then your fuck juice is on my tongue and I moan deeply at it's delicious taste.
All this happens in an instant and overwhelms my senses. I begin to suck at you through your panties and you reward me by putting your soft hands to the back of my head and pulling me closer. I tongue the crutch of your panties in between your lips and enjoy the soak through of your warm moisture.
You are a delicious woman and there is no turning back from here. I pull your panties aside and thrust my tongue deep into your waiting wet womanhood; it slides in warm and easy. I shudder as my tongue feels the soft folds lining your pleasurefuck.
I work my tongue, lovingly, up and down your parted lips, sometimes flat tongue and then hard thrusts. I am amazed and delighted at the amount of fuck nectar you produce and I drink it all, hungrily. As soon as I lick it away, you produce more than before.
"Darling, slip your panties off, " I somehow manage to say. My voice is low and heavy with desire, I hear myself speak but hardly recognise the voice...
"Oh fuck Rob, you take them off, slow and sexy, while I work on my clench. " I smile and secretly bless Dr. Kegel. As you lift your bum I slip your panties down and get a magnificent view of an aroused woman.
I bring your panties to my face, there is warmth there still, and wetness. I rub the warmth against my chest. My nipples respond. Then I open the zip of my jeans and wrap your panty wetness around my aching cock.
You move gracefully to the couch, pushing a pillow under your buttocks and draping a leg languorously over the couch arm. You smile, lick your lips and point to your wide open pleasure lips. I am between your legs in an instant. My mouth sucks a moan out of you and you reward me with another flow of nectar. You become incredibly wet and so does my face.
Then you astound me with something you had never done before; you reach for my arm and guide me up to your face, whispering, "Rob, it's my turn to taste myself. " You begin to lick your juice from my face and then you kiss me deeply, sucking the moisture from my mouth. You unbutton my shirt and kiss a wet circle onto each nipple. You smile wickedly at me as you begin to massage our combined juices into my nipples.
The sensation you produce by fingering my nipples is astounding and my legs buckle slightly at the onslaught of pleasure coursing through my body. Wave after wave of undeniable lust flows from my toes to my head. You have found the key to my libido, my nipples. The realisation of this suddenly dawns on your face, you smile with glistening lips then wink then say, " I think I got your number, Rob. " I try to laugh but it becomes a moan. I manage to nod, yes.
Then with the agility of a sleek cat, you leap up wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. Your lips are on mine in an instant, your soft tongue slides through my lips and into my mouth. I suck gently on your delicious tongue and you writhe your body against me. While you cling to me, I undo my belt and let my jeans fall to the floor. I step out of them and kick them away then I take your panties out of my briefs and smell them once more before dropping them on the couch. I slip out of my black briefs and place them on top of your panties. We both smile at the care I take in making sure the wetness on each garment touches.
I slide my hands along your legs, which are locked around me, slowly and softly my hands travel along your thighs and onto your buttocks. As I pull your cheeks apart I lower your body toward my throbbing cock. Your breasts slide down my chest as I move you closer down to my aching tumescence.
Then your wetness and soft warmth is on my cock, which now lies along the pleasure slit of your pussy. Because of your position, with your legs wrapped around my waist, you are just open enough to allow your inner lips to begin to coat my hardness with your bountiful juice.
I carry you to my study in this position, each step causing your labia to wetly rub my cock. I lay you on my leather lounge and make you comfortable with downy pillows. You look so beautiful in this candlelight and I take in a quick breath of wonderment.
When you seem comfortable I reach into a drawer and bring out a number of Italian silk neckties. You smile knowingly, and so with practiced hands I begin to tie you securely to the timber fram eof the leather lounge. I kiss your lips softly and slip a blindfold over your eyes. You moan some private incantation, sweet and low.
You flinch a little as the cold steel of my scissors touches your skin. I quickly cut through the fabric of your top and remove it. Then one snip and your breasts are freed from your bra. Your nipples stand hard and erect. I bend down and gently blow my warm breath on them. You twist slightly and sigh with pleasure.
Then there are lips on your nipples, they are not mine and you sense that immediately. "Rob?" you question. I touch my finger to your lips, "shhh baby, you're safe, just enjoy. "
I had met Ceara at an Irish Music Festival last spring, she was playing solo, the Celtic Harp. I stood and watched her play until she finished her beautiful passage of music. I was enchanted by her fiery red hair and I didn't hesitate to introduce myself. She said her name was Ceara and I impressed her by mentioning that her name was so apt with her having all that coloured hair. I knew from my research into ancient Celtic history that the name meant fiery red. We had an instant rapport and spent that day together. She was a writer as well as a musician. She told me she was struggling with a novel, because she lacked some first hand knowledge of her subject. It transpired that the main character in her novel was a woman who discovered late that she had lesbian tendencies. She asked me did I know anyone who might assist her. In her warm but compelling manner she explained that she didn't just want to talk about woman to woman sex she wanted to participate.! I thought of you, right away, and your libertine approach to life and matters sexual.
To heighten the fun we had agreed the two of you not meet, and now, I watch by the light of freshly lit candles, spellbound, as Cearas' pretty mouth and tiny tongue suck and lick your nipples. Her initial wariness had now totally vanished and she was going about her ministrations with lustful determination. As she made love to your breasts, her little hands were fluttering all over your body; dancing across your tummy and pubic mound, trailing up and down your inner thighs, caressing your face and teasing your beautiful lips. For a moment your body had become her Celtic harp.
The idea of the blindfold was to make you focus on other senses and to heighten your imagination and so increase your pleasure. I could see that this idea was working perfectly. The colour in your cheeks, the way you were breathing and the manner in which you clenched your thighs and buttocks told of the pleasure coursing through you. Ceara seemed to be reacting in a like manner.
I handed Ceara a large Ostrich feather, she needed no instructions and set about trailing it all over your exposed body. I unfastened your dress and slid it down and off, your panties having been removed before. This gave Ceara more skin to tease and when I thought your skin would be sensitive and responsive, I took a candle, tipping it so that a little of the hot wax fell upon your thighs and tummy. This surprised you and caused you to groan "FUCKKKKKKK" lustily.
