Her breast are fully matured, soft, sensuous mounds of smooth tanned skin, that have pink areoles and low, wide nipples. Mine on the other hand are small and pert, paler in colour, with darker nipples that are forever displaying their excitement and pleasure through the thinness of my bra, blouse or tee-shirt. Of course she knows how to play with, the right spot to give a loving, exciting lick, a kiss that can bequeath an explosion of passion and sent my body in tremble of desire. She knows my body intimately, every little desire spot that it has, has been exploited, used and stroked, over the five years that we have known each other and begun this relationship, her longing to see me squirm with passion has never dwindled or died, if anything it has got progressively stronger.
We are liberated lovers, who relish the passion of consenting sexual games. A couple that embraces new ways and ideas, new toys and indulges in the everlasting quest to perfect the intimacy that we have. She is the brave seductress, the one who skilfully plays, putting her mouth, lips and tongue to good use, driving me wild as she frequently stokes the fire of passion within me. Her hands are like that of magicians, touching, teasing, probing, all over the place, gently exercising the release valve, guiding it to the climax that she wants me to have. She loves stimulation, foreplay, as much as the actual climax, she is both a giver and receiver, though I have always suspected it is the former which she enjoys the most.
She loves nothing more than to strip me down to my bare essentials and seduce me, a lover that is always there, always compliant, always willing and oh so full of desire. How she loves to taste passion, her kisses laidened with lust, potent and arousing are matched by hands that flow effortlessly over the body, skilled and majestic, touching, caressing, teasing every intimate part that my body has. A lover of sex and intercourse that is never rushed, always made into a journey of delight, an exploration of lustful excitement that grows with every passing second.
I smile as I remember the passion, the desire that she plays with, her sweet body never tiring of its exhaustive oral exercises that are bequeathed upon me. I feel my body tingle, as the thoughts come back, the sensations that she provokes within me, surge rampantly through me once more. My mind so willing to believe that she is here with me, in this room, that I can smell the enchanting odour of subtle perfume engulf and embalm me, drawing me deeper into my imaginations trickery.
Her lips press against my body, smooch against my belly, tongue teasing cavorting with the indentation of my navel, feeling its unique shape and design. I close my eyes, body continuing to shiver with excitement as her kisses grow ever more passion-filled, my flesh shimmering from the feel of her silken moist lips that press against its nakedness. I am lost in throng of the bliss, head swimming as my body is given a second to recover, but it is only a second, as the effects linger. Her tongue is dragged up the inside of my thighs, my flesh quivers with delight, I feel the warm moistness of her flesh, the trail of saliva which seems to bubble upon my leg.
Her mouth advances upwards, my body and mind are thrown into a lustful delight of expectation, awaiting for the moment when she will lovingly and passionately bequeath my sex with a sumptuous oral embrace. I can almost feel its potent force flushing through the lips of my wanting sex, as she sucks, kisses and licks all in one majestic and awe inspiring delight.
Then it comes, I feel her mouth close around the thorbbingness of my clit, a kiss that is unrushed and stoked deep in passion, a cascading wave of sensual delight surges through my form, I feel her tongue make a rampant erotic sweep against the nylon of the pantyhose that I wear and I am sent crashing into the abandonment of pure bliss. Automatically my legs widen, allowing her more access to my sex, my head is thrown back, as I feel her teeth gently clasp down upon the swollen, aching and wet lips of my sex. The abandonment of pleasure has been surpassed, excelled in one dramatic moment, my body shimmers from the effects of euphoric pleasure. I feel her hands cradle my rump. Touching, stroking the thin erotic layer of nylon that rubs so sensually against my flesh, a slight loving tug at my clit, followed by an impassioned kiss, her mouth enveloping my womanhood drawing it and the pantyhose into her oral chamber.