"Well, it's pretty cute. It has Sarah Jessica Parker and Helen Hunt in it. It's about two small town girls that both love dancing..."
She spun around and blurted, "That sounds great."
We quickly snuggled down on the couch together as the movie started, but with one arm over my shoulder and the other on my lap, I quickly realized her mind was not really on the movie. We could have been watching Patton and I don't think she would have noticed.
We weren't even through the opening credits and half a glass of wine before she started nibbling on my ear and slowly running her hand up and down my bare leg. With every pass of her hand, she reached further and further up under the leg of my shorts. I tried to pretend I was watching the movie, but I have to admit, it was very hard to pay attention to the TV as my thoughts were also obviously elsewhere.
I was starting to get aroused as Erin's nibbling on my ear and neck became more persistent and stimulating. I took a long slow sip of wine and as I turned my head toward her, her lips suddenly met mine. My heart raced as I felt her tongue prying its way into my mouth like she was attempting to taste the wine I had yet to swallow. I gulped hard and opened my mouth allowing her in. I reached blindly to place my wine glass on the end table and after setting it down, instinctively wrapped my arms around her body.
She nudged me over on to my back and quickly began to cover my body with hers. This wasn't really what I was expecting as somehow, I thought we'd get naked first and then take turns exploring each other's body. But I really had no idea what I was doing, and her taking the lead like this was actually a relief. She clearly knew what she was doing, and it felt so good -- who was I to protest?
Relax, learn and enjoy, that was suddenly my new mantra.
Her kisses soon moved from my lips to my cheeks, chin, neck and then shoulders, just as her posting had suggested. But her kisses were clearly moving south like the steady advance of Sherman's Army, and I was in no position to resist. Her nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on my blouse and as my skin was glowing pink with anticipation, her warm breath and sloppy wet kisses actually cooled and comforted me.
Since I was deliberately bra-less, it took her no time at all to reach my nipples. She circled one with her tongue and then the other. Cupping each breast, she ever so lightly kissed them each in turn. She continued this pattern of kissing, sucking, nibbling and generally massaging for several minutes before continuing her march of kisses down my ever-tightening belly until she reached the waist band of my walking shorts.
All throughout this amazing worship of my body, I was massaging her back with both hands, exploring each rib and every vertebrate of her spine. I had started with her lower back when her kisses were up around my neck and as she was now exploring my belly button with her tongue and kisses, my hands were now on the back of her neck. Her next step was critical, and I released my grip so as not to hinder her further exploits.
Raising her body, she placed her open palm firmly on my crotch and with the other hand started unsnapping the buttons on my shorts. With deliberate slowness, she pulled down my zipper. I instinctively raised my hips and within seconds my shorts and panties were off my hips, down my legs, over my feet and unceremoniously tossed to the floor. Her T-shirt followed almost instantly. Massaging her back, I had already discovered she was also bra-less, but to my pleasant surprise she was also very nicely endowed. I'm not sure how she got away walking around in public like that without foundation wear. I'm sure her youth and the fact that she's never had kids help, but I was still amazed.
Her tongue quickly returned to its previous position, and it was just moments before she was licking carpet. She had a firm grip on both of my legs and was artfully massaging my inner thighs with her thumbs. I gasped for breath as her probing tongue first touched the top of my clit. She dipped her face between my legs and nosing my slit, I heard her filling her lungs with the pungent smell of my soaking wet kitty.
I moved my hands to her head and as I began a slow rhythmic massage of her scalp, she began the slow and methodical exploration of my pussy with her tongue. She started out very much like Thom had hundreds if not thousands of times before. It was a familiar and delicious feeling when she kissed my slit several times and then turned her head slightly sideways and inserted the tip of her tongue. My entire body began trembling with the pleasurable sensation of safety and familiarity, mixed with the thrill and excitement of new exploration.
As I began to feel her hot breath between my legs, she began to gently slide her tongue up and down that slippery crack. I could tell that she was spreading her saliva and my own rapidly developing juices just the way Thom frequently did. But that's where the similarity ended. At this point, Thom would normally give me one long slow lick with the broad flat of his tongue all the way from my perineum to my clit and then pounce all over the poor little nub. Erin however, continued to tease me by returning to my aching outer vaginal lips. First, she would place a sloppy wet kiss on one of the fleshy folds and then slowly and leisurely lick it clean, before repeating the process on the opposite side.
She repeated this procedure four or five times mercilessly teasing me by getting closer and closer each time to my throbbing clit, but skillfully avoiding it. My pussy was absolutely quivering by the time her tongue finally parted my vertical smile. And then like Thom, she started at the perineum sending shock waves up my spine all the way to the base of my skull. But instead of moving quickly to my clit, Erin rolled her tongue into a sweet little tootsie-roll and ever so slowly worked it in and out fucking me with her tongue. It was the most amazing feeling, and my clit was now aching for its turn to be pampered.
Erin repeated this entire process again before her tongue finally reached my engorged clit. When her magical oral appendage finally touched it for the first time, shock waves again shot throughout my entire body. My eyes rolled back in my head, my entire body shook uncontrollably, and it was all I could do to stop myself from screaming at the top of my lungs.
Her thumbs now moved up from my inner thighs to my outer lady lips where she continued her slow and circular massage, as her tongue began playfully darting above, below and all around my now swollen clitoris. I have always loved having my pussy licked, and like the old saying goes, 'The worst licking I ever had was wonderful,' but this was just fucking amazing. Not only was I overcome by her obvious skill at the oral arts, but also her feminine softness, the smoothness of her cheeks, her obvious understanding of the female anatomy, and that wonderful feeling of sisterhood. There was an amazing sense that she 'knew' how to please me and that she wanted nothing else in return.
It was only moments before I felt my first orgasm building deep in my groin. As my body began to tremble uncontrollably, she instinctively slowed her oral manipulation. She must have sensed the impending explosion and just held me at that magical point for what seemed like an eternity. And when her feminine intuition told her that I couldn't bear another second of that sweet torture, she plunged her tongue deep inside me. I gasped for air as the tip of her nose touched the tip of my clitoris for the first time. She couldn't quite reach my G-spot with her tongue, but she tried, and the resulting explosion was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life.
I let out a scream of passion that I'm sure the neighbors probably heard. My entire body shook in violent waves of ecstasy, my toes curled, and my fingers dug deep into Erin's scalp as my climax shot with the force of a tsunami down her throat. My legs tightened around her body as I tried to control my shaking. And as I slowly regained control of my breathing, I wondered if I had somehow smothered or drowned her. Apparently, I hadn't, as she continued to lovingly lick my soaking wet coochie and bring me back down slowly from the peak of ecstasy to a simple plateau of euphoria.
I lost all sense of time as she covered my entire body with traveling kisses from my ears, to my neck, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my calves and even my toes. My whole body was humming with pleasure and when she felt it was time for another orgasm, she would return her attention to my quivering pussy.
For her second act, Erin gently inserted two fingers deep inside me and with the classic 'come hither' motion, massaged my G-spot until she sensed that undeniable eruption building again deep in my belly. As each orgasm approached, she would then quickly return her face to my soaking coochie and by placing her mouth tightly over my throbbing slit, she would hungrily consume every last drop of ejaculate by lovingly licking me clean and dry like a mother dog tending her pups. She repeated this process three or four times until I virtually lost consciousness.
I've had many love making marathons in my life, but I don't remember ever having so many mind-bending orgasms in such a short period of time. I finally glanced over at the TV to see that the movie's closing credits were running. Erin had kept me in a constant state of utter stimulation for almost two hours. I reached for the TV remote to turn it off but couldn't quite grasp it. Erin, still on top of me, snatched it from the coffee table and clicked off the TV.
As she returned to her former position, I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward so I could kiss her absolutely glorious boobies. The luscious orbs hung delightfully over my face as I gently kissed first one and then the other. Erin's soft moans clued me in that I must be doing something right, which alone almost brought me to another orgasm.
Moving my hands down to her hips, I realized that she still had her pants on. One of us was clearly over dressed and I needed to quickly remedy the situation. She was wearing linen white martial arts or yoga style crop pants that extended to just below her knees and tied with a draw string at her waist. As she was still holding her body over mine, I pulled the loose end of the draw string, and luckily, the knot slipped away. I immediately began to push those pesky pants down towards her knees.
