When Saturday arrived, I expected to have the best visit ever with Mrs. Bolton. To begin with, she had basically given me permission to have sex with her any way I wanted, as long as I always gave her oral orgasms first. How could I turn down that opportunity to get laid? Besides, eating her was not only something I enjoyed, it was becoming something I craved more and more.
She greeted me warmly when I arrived, but when I stepped inside the foyer, she silently closed the door behind me, turned and leaned back against the door. When I reached the living room and realized that she was not right behind me, I went back to the front door where she was still standing.
She just stared at me for a minute until I realized the two things that she had told me would be required on my visits. She was wearing a long slinky dress that showed her figure pretty well. Her body wasn't perfect, but her confidence made her extremely desirable.
Her hair was tied up on top of her head revealing the smooth skin of her neck. The dress allowed a good view of her generous cleavage, and her heels were just enough to give her a slight height advantage over me.
The hottest things about her were the makeup that accentuated her beautiful eyes, the neatly applied red lipstick to her already sexy mouth, and the look in her eyes. A look that expressed desire, passion, maybe a little lust and absolute expectation.
I looked at her, aware of what I was supposed to do, but uncertain why we were still in the foyer.
"Here, right now?" I asked
Her eyes drilled into mine, and no words were necessary. I started to take my shirt off, but she stopped me
"No."
I knelt in front of her and began to lift the hem of her dress, but she stopped me again.
"Make me want it as much as you do," she said softly.
I stood up, put my hands on either side of her head and pressed my body against her, pressing her against the door. Her eyes lit up and she gasped lightly. I took the opportunity to surprise her by kissing her softly on the mouth.
Women love wet passionate kisses, but a soft kiss against lipstick on soft lips can easily make me hard. Her hands grabbed my ass and held me against her as I kissed her harder. She teased my mouth with the tip of her tongue and I sucked on it. She played the teasing game with her tongue while I used one hand to slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
Once the dress was relieved of the support straps, gravity let it slide down over her naked tits, and it stopped to rest on her hips. I kissed her ear lobes, dropped wet kissed down the side of her neck and across one shoulder. I felt her hand slip between us to unbuckle my belt.
I stepped back enough to evade her hand and leaned down, lifting both her tits in my hands. Selfishly I kissed the deep valley between them, using my hands to press her tits against the sides of my face. I vowed that one day I would have my dick right here, enjoying the softness of her cleavage and possibly even leaving a deposit.
Her breathing became deeper and louder as I mauled her tits with my hands, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples until they hardened. I licked each of them, one and then the other. I opened my mouth over one tit and sucked in as much of her flesh that I could. There was a faint sweet smell between her tits that urged me on.
Her hands curled in my hair and she pressed downward, hinting for me to move on. Screw her; I had one more tit to enjoy, and I did, taking my time to suck on it and flick my tongue across the nipple for a long time. I had never been so patient or attentive to a woman's tits before and I was loving it.
When I knelt down in front of her, she pushed the dress down over her hips and it slithered to the floor. She stepped out of it and spread her legs. I planted wet kisses down her front, tickled her navel with the tip of my tongue, and kept kissing my way downward.
When I reached the top of her pubic patch, I lightly rubbed my face in it, inhaling her natural scent. My dick was ready to be released. She giggled softly.
"Do you like smelling my vagina?"
I looked up at her to answer, "I like smelling it, licking it, tasting it and drinking from it."
Her smile faded and a look of lust in her eyes told me that she was ready for the main event. I eased forward on my knees and kissed the inside of one thigh, and left more up closer to her labia, inch by inch. I heard her whisper to herself, "Oh, fuck..."
I actually licked the inside of her other thigh, trailing a wet line up to her labia. I could smell how aroused she was, and when I kissed her labia, she was sopping wet. I lapped through her slit and she gasped. I licked and licked, knowing it was driving her crazy. I wanted her to come like never before.
When I used my tongue to fuck her, bobbing my head back and forth, she put her hands on the sides of my head, pulling my mouth against her each time I slid my tongue inside. I stopped long enough only to audibly suck the wetness from her hole, and she moaned out loud.
Giving a woman an oral orgasm is more than attacking her clit; that was for teenagers to do in a first time situation. A little foreplay and build up produced wetter and more intense orgasms. At this point, Mrs. Bolton couldn't be any wetter unless she pissed herself.
I slipped my hands under her to hold her buttocks and slowly and gently swirled my tongue around her clit. I actually felt the tension in her groin, the muscles moving, her legs beginning to tremble as she stood there, holding my face between her legs.
I never had time to suck on her clit; as soon as I started lapping it like a dog drinking water from a bowl, she dug her fingernails into my scalp, humped against my face and squirted. It caught me by surprise and I didn't know what to do.
