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..."
I feel her mouth turn to a smile against my skin, and she inches further up my thigh. Forcing my legs even farther apart, she moves herself in between them, and the warmth from her body is wonderful against me. She places a kiss on my abdomen just at my panty line, while slowly tracing the fabric with her fingers on each side of my hip. My body is wracked with deep heavy breaths, and feeling her press herself against me sends shocks through me. As she runs her soft hands across my belly, she follows them with her mouth. As she traces my bellybutton with her tongue, she takes the top lip of it between her teeth and playfully bit. Her hands moved above her head to my breasts and began to massage through my bra. Automatically, my hands follow hers and clamp down on my breasts as well, trapping her hands beneath mine. She continues to lick and taste my entire torso, giving me chills and raising goose bumps on my skin. She has pressed herself firmly up against me now, her soft breasts grazing my hips as she bends to reach behind me and unfasten my bra. Pulling it from my body, she first massages each breast while looking into my eyes, and then leans forward to take a pink nipple into her mouth. I almost had an orgasm right there. My nipples are so ultra sensitive, and the added sensation of having a woman fondling them was almost too much to bear. I squeal with delight, my hand finds the back of her head, and I look down at her mouth to watch her suckle me. Her hair falls in her face, and I gently brush it back and tuck it behind her ear. I watch as her tongue snakes out and flicks my nipple, one, two, three times. She then covers my entire breast with her mouth, pushing hard against me. Ecstasy, here I come.
She pulls back and away from me, the air is cold around my nipples where her warm lips just were. She's moved her hands to my hips and is beginning to pull my panties away from me. I comply, lifting my behind to give her access to pull them down my legs. Removing them from my feet, I am now completely naked, sitting before her in the chair, at her mercy.
"Are you nervous?" she asks me. I nod my head in response, unable to speak. "Don't worry sweetie. I'll be gentle," she continues with a playful smirk, one eyebrow lifted on her beautiful face.
She kneels in front of me, sitting on her feet, telling me to move closer to the edge of the chair. When I do, she strokes my thighs, just admiring my honey pot. I wait in tortured anticipation of what she'll do, of what it will feel like. She takes her fingers and traces the patch of hair that frames me, down across my quivering lips. I marvel at how just this small touch makes me yearn in a way I never have before. She moves forward and kisses the topmost part of each inner thigh, and then she audibly sniffs at my center. "You smell delicious," she says to me. "Can I have some?"
