I was feeling good, real good. I didn't have to dress, or worry about somebody pulling up beside the car and shining a light on us. It wasn't getting cold because the engine was off, and the windows weren't steaming up. It was, I don't know, probably fifteen minutes later and I was still in a haze from the best fuck of my life. Actually my first and only.
Julie rolled over and sat up. She plunked one hand on my chest and said, "Okay, stud, sit up."
I did that. We then pushed and shoved and smoothed the bed out a little without actually getting out of it and pushed some pillows up against the head board. I was instructed to lean back against the pile of pillows so I was mostly vertical from the hips up. Julie clearly had a plan in place.
"Okay, good, now shove your knees apart so I have someplace to sit. I did and she promptly swung over my legs and settled her cute little butt right between my thighs. Warm. Neat. Then she scooted back until her butt was nestled in my crotch and her back was against my chest. She grabbed a bottle of water with one hand and my wrist with the other. She swigged from the bottle and hauled my arm around her. Naturally I put my other arm around her too and we got even closer together.
Julie's head nestled right under my chin and my hands naturally came together on her stomach. I gently rubbed her belly button and we sat quietly for a few minutes. Frankly, I was dozing again. Not asleep, mind you, just drifting around the cosmos. Happy.
"Now I want you to make me come."
"Excuse me?" I perked up and kissed her right ear.
"Come. You understand English, right? I want you to make me come. Clear?"
Understand, there was no hint of a nasty tone here, my lady was being calm and soft and reasonable. Seductive, even. Not that I wanted to move from this most desirable position we were in. There was a mirror on the door of her closet and I discovered that if I looked to the left across her shoulder, her bare shoulder, I could see our torsos about from neck to mid-thigh. I didn't want to move. But, I wasn't going to argue the point either, right? So I started to move my legs.
She grabbed both kneesβthey were quite close to her you understandβand said, "No, don't move. I want you to get me off without our changing position. Get me?"
Ah, being a fairly quick study, even in the throes of my post-coital haze, I relaxed again and contemplated the problem. Nice one to have. Ah, a few moments and recalling most of what she'd already taught me, I smiled and used my tongue on her ear lobe. She hummed softly. Right.
And so it went, slowly and carefully with some inspired lip work on my part. At least I thought so. We didn't talk much at all. After several minutes of that, I pulled my fingers apart and crawled my hands up her torso until they encountered her boobs, her tits, her breasts. My fingers paused and I gently slid said fingers back and forth along the undersides of her breasts, Varied my rhythm, varied my pressure. Every so often I'd reach a thumb up, or a finger, and tweak a nipple. Those little soldiers stood right to attention very quickly. I began to employ multiple sorties of fingers back and forth on those rosy globes. Soft, they were, springy and tender. I lifted first one and then the other as if inspecting their heft.
It seemed to please the lady, she began to shift and breath a little faster. I widened my exploration after a few minutes and trailed fingers of one hand down her side, lifted one arm so I could kiss and tongue her wrist. Some women, I'm told, have sensitive inner wrists which seem to connect directly to their sex. Teasing of the wrist leads to the moistening of vaginal walls, a most desirable condition.
My fingers left her wrist and explored her belly and the button there. Lower, with infinite care, I reached that soft and tender line of the woman's girdle between thigh and hip, the line that leads directly to her core. Now, even though my head was a distance away, I was beginning to smell her arousal.