Now you have to realize, that I'm still a fairly normal person. Least I'd like to think so. But after talking to someone for two years, be it in person or over the phone or on the net, you begin to really get to know a lot about them. That is if you've both been honest. And honesty on the net is very important when you're dealing with other peoples emotions. That was something Ranger and I and the hubby had talked about a lot before this evening even started a couple of hours ago. A COUPLE OF HOURS??????...wait a dang minute....where'd the time go already? I was having way too much fun to call it an evening, and I hadn't even gotten to see Ranger in the buff yet. Good thing the kids were spending the weekend with friends, because I wasn't sure we would be going home until Sunday at some time, and it wasn't even Saturday morning yet.
I smiled to myself, as I approached the foot of the bed. I wasn't normally an exhibitionist but for some reason tonight I could do it. Maybe it was the thrill of having someone watch my moves and knowing he appreciated what he saw or maybe it was the fact he saw me for myself, a mom with growing kids at home and a body made for loving. I don't know which it was, but I felt sexy enough to show off none the less. I raised one knee to the bed, spreading my legs just a bit, allowing a quick view of the moist pussy between, then I put the other knee up along side. I slid my arms forward toward the head board, leaving my feet hang over the end of the bed and my tush up in the air. I could hear clothes dropping to the floor with a soft swoosh, telling me that Ranger had joined in getting totally into the project. Glancing over my shoulder toward them, I grinned as I spread my knees apart opening up the view area. When he started moving toward the bed, I had to laugh as I scooted out of reach. Well that was my plan anyway.
Before I could get to the headboard, there was a hand clamped around my ankle, snagging my escape. Now somewhere along the line of all of our conversations, I had been foolish enough to let him know I was very ticklish....especially my feet. Damn that man for remembering the little details. Playfully he held on to the ankle with one hand and laid his other hand on the bottom of the foot, resting the heel of his hand on my instep. I didn't dare move or I'd be giggling uncontrollably. Wonderful Hubby came up and sat against the head board and just grinned from ear to ear. I'd been caught at my own game it seemed, and he was enjoying watching me squirm on my stomach. I got even. I grabbed his balls in my hand and told him to " watch it mister" he was in a pretty precarious position to be laughing at me. Of course when I'm holding those lovely orbs, I can't just hold them without playing with them a bit. So I started rolling them gently in my hand trying hard to concentrate enough to not let that ticklish foot get the better of me.
I felt the mattress between my legs move down as Ranger kneeled on the bed. Looking over my shoulder again, I was trying to figure out what he was up too. His eyes met mine briefly then looked back down at my thighs and the snaps on the garter belt where the nylons were attached. He grinned a bit as the hand holding my foot let go and moved up the back of my leg, across the knee and stopped at the snap. A flick of his fingers and it was open. Reaching around to the front of my thigh, he repeated the procedure and that one was open as well. He bent over and with his teeth, grabbed the nylon and pulled it off my thigh until it was past the knee...then he used his hand to finish the job while his tongue slathered the soft spot at the back of my knee. God, I was in heaven.
Darling Hubby moved enough so he was sitting on his knees, with my head in between them. He took my arms and placed them along side of me so I was lying flat on the bed now, head turned to the side. Massaging my shoulders and upper back, he watched from his vantage point while Ranger continued to remove my remaining clothes. Slowly taking the last nylon off, just like the first, then moving his hands up to my hips he lifted me just high enough to slip the garter belt down past the cheeks of my ass. I could feel him back up from me as he continued to pull it slowly off my lower body, pulling my legs together again. Now this was not the position I really wanted to be in at the moment and when I moved to separate my thighs again, I felt two arms of steel sliding along the outside of my legs, preventing me from moving at all. The weight of his chest on my legs felt too good to argue, so I didn't. I just lay there taking all the sensations in. My brain trying to sort out the differences of the touching I felt on my back and on my legs. I gave up. It all felt too good. I just closed my eyes and went with the flow, letting them explore me like they said they'd wanted to from the start. I was getting what I wanted, who was I to direct traffic at this point anyway?
Giving in to the total relaxing massages I was getting at both ends of my body, I was surprised when there was a mouth nibbling on my legs and another nibbling on my neck. The guys had moved to lie one on each side of me, and seemed to be reading each other's minds at how to proceed. Little nips on my calves, little nips on my shoulder, little licks on my calves, little licks on my shoulder, little nips all over, traveling up and down without any pattern involved. I never knew where to expect the next one. It was driving me crazy. I didn't know which way to move, which direction to turn, which way to push toward for more. Sensory overload is such a weak term for what my body was experiencing at that moment. All I could do was rock my hips against the sheet under me to try to relieve the tension I felt building inside. I was about done just lying there being loved to death. I needed to do some loving as well.
