I smiled and began unbuttoning her blouse while she was caught up in fondling with my breasts. By the time she had realised what I was doing, I’d already undone her brasserie. I could sense that she wanted to play catch up so I helped her along and removed my top. She was pleasantly surprised to find out I didn’t have a bra on.
Her breasts were full and heavy and her pink nipples - now moist from my gentle sucking – glistened gloriously with the incandescent illumination from a bedside table lamp. They looked absolutely delicious but before I could have a more prolonged nibble at them, her lips enveloped my dark erect nipples. It took me by surprise but she was gentle; enthusiastic yet gentle.
I’ve always liked them sucked by men provided they know how to do it right but it’s a totally different experience when a woman does it. It’s like you don’t have to tell them what to do or worry about them being bitten on too hard.
Our lips met once again and this time it was more intense since our breasts were now pushing heavily together. We could feel the rhythmic beating between us but I suppose like me, she was probably unsure whose heart it was coming from. Both I presume.
She whispered again into my ear that she was really getting aroused by the whole deal – not by us gals making out (which she has done before but with my husband looking on).
Pat began undoing her skirt zipper while I worked on pulling my shorts down and kicking off my undies. Okay, we were really even now because she wasn’t wearing any!
Our fingers instinctively ran over each others' privates, as if to assess how worked up we were. The verdict? Well, let’s just say we didn’t have to worry about going thirsty the whole night.
She seemed a little nervous so I decided, being the hostess and all, to initiate the inevitable. I gently pushed her back onto a pillow, began kissing her lips, neck, shoulders – made a long pit-stop at her breasts – before moving down her body, blowing soft kisses along the way – and finally arriving at my destination.
I didn’t go in for the ‘kill’ – instead choosing to continue kissing around but not on her pussy. It was hard I tell you, really hard not going for it because by that point, I could see her juices oozing down her inner thighs.
But then, my plan to keep her waiting failed terribly when she grabbed me by the head and pushed me, quite forcibly – my mouth meeting her shaven pussy - lips on lips.
On hindsight, it was perhaps timely since my journey down her body had dried my lips up somewhat.
At that moment, I remember something - not quite sure what – was taking over me. I was thirsty but I was also hungry and a lusty meal was there for the taking.…
(to be continued…)
Missus Singapore out!
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