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The End Of The Drought

Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: reliefworker69, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

her, admiring her shapely thighs as he pulled down her jeans. Just a matching black pair of panties – nothing too flash; very her. He hesitated, almost too fearful of the moment. He leaned forward and rested his face against the swelling beneath her panties. She was warm and she smelled fantastic, body lotion of some sort or perhaps perfume, but also her own animal odour. She was already lubricating, he imagined, and he just gently ran the back of his fingers against her panties down there – a warm moistness. This was it; he was about to lay her completely exposed for his wonderment. She was shivering. His hands were on the sides of her panties and he slid them down over her thighs, letting them drop to her feet. It would look so uncool to forget and fall on her face when she moved so she pulled one foot from them and kicked them away with the other. She stood there, remembering to leave her legs slightly apart. She looked down as he looked up at her. Had she ever seen a guy so under her spell? He was like a kid in a candy store and it seemed like he didn’t know where to start. The first thing he noticed was that his guess was right – she had kept some pubic hair, but nicely trimmed. Wonderful! He’d come back to that later. He wanted to run his hands and face over her beautiful thighs, She was so shapely and her skin so soft. He gently pressed her buttocks, beautifully soft and still firm. He brushed the backs of his fingers up the inside of her thighs till he was almost ... touching her pussy. The inside of a woman’s thighs was one of his favourite parts – warm, soft, delicate and smooth with the promise of delight so close. He couldn’t ignore it any longer – the centre of her womanhood. He brushed his nose and cheeks against her hair, so soft, so sensuous and already slightly damp. He pushed his nose into her slit a little way and breathed in her smells. He luxuriated a second and pulled his face away, just allowing the tip of his tongue to brush her outer lips. He got to his feet. “Hell, that was quick. Is that all I’m getting?” she thought as he got off his knees. She noticed, with dismay, that his cock wasn’t now as impressive. Was she heading for a big disappointment after all? And then he did something quite unexpected: he put an arm behind her knees, another around her shoulders, picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. Blimey, it had been a long time since anyone had done that. For a second that seemed like hours he just knelt there on the bed and drank in the sight: after all this time she was naked on a bed for him again. For the first time that evening he wondered what to do next. Given a completely open choice he’d have started by painting or photographing her – he wanted never to forget the smallest detail of the vision that was her. Neither was practical, so move on – trust to instinct. “For God’s sake, now what?” He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to do anything. Was she intended to make the next move? She was about to reach out to ...