Reaching between us, she begins to unbutton my blouse. Brushing it back from my shoulders and away from my body, she lays it on top of her dress. With her soft mouth still on mine, she brushes her hands down my arms which send tingles through my entire being. Breaking away from her, I move my lips down her slender throat, across her collarbone, and to the swell of one breast. My arms wrap around her waist, caressing slowly up and down her back. To be daring, I unhook the clasp on her bra and let it fall away from her breasts. They are pert and full, and she is noticeably excited. I look up into her eyes to try to decipher what is on her mind. She looks at me with heavy lids, her lips slightly parted, the red lipstick smudged off. I can only imagine that my lips look the same.
"Touch me here," she whispers as she holds one of her breasts in her hand. I comply, taking one of her dark large nipples into my mouth. She moans, and grasps one hand to my shoulder. Swirling my tongue around this treat, my hand falls to her behind and I grab her close to me, our pelvis' matched up together. To feel a full breast against my face was such a new sensation for me, the excitement has my heart pumping a thousand beats per minute.
Hearing her moan, and fully understanding that it was due to my affections only pushed me further. I took my mouth from one breast and trailed kisses across her chest to the other, taking her hand in mine and guiding her to the waist of my pants. She understands, and begins to unbutton and unzip me. As they fall to my feet, I detach myself from her long enough to step out of my pants and drape them over the chair with our other clothes.
As I turn back to her, I see in her face that the tables have turned. I stand in front of her, all the sudden feeling beyond vulnerable in just my red lacy bra and panties. Her eyes are following my body, making me self conscious. I try to smile, but I feel the bashfulness in my face. She gestures toward the chair and commands to me, "Sit." I do as I'm told. She grabs her purse from the counter and sets it beside the chair. Kneeling in front of me, she lifts one of my legs and begins to kiss and touch me so very softly. I can't help but lay my head back and sigh.
"Just relax," she says. "Cora is going to take good care of you, mama." The promise of pleasure to come drips from her voice and I begin to get nervous. What if I don't react right, am I supposed to talk to her, how different is this from hetero-sexual relations? I didn't know. But when her lips landed just on the inside of my knee, all worried thoughts went out the window. She had a hand on either of my thighs, rubbing up my hips to my waist and down again as she placed her soft lips all over my lower body. In my past experience, it has been very rare that a man has paid this much attention to parts of my body that weren't obvious erogenous zones. Halfway between my knee and my hip, was a spot discovered by this woman's mouth that sent rushes of electricity through my belly.
Moaning loudly in response to her, she lifts her head and asks me, "Feel good?"
Letting out a deep breath I say, "You are hardly doing anything but you make me feel so amazing..."
