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The End Of The Drought

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

touch his leg, his penis, anything when he bent forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. No tongue, just a caress. And his fingers idly, but fondly, played with her hair. He pulled back, looked at her; then kissed her again. And she realised with a tingle, he was just in awe of her, worshipping her. All that he’d written and said in the last couple of years was there in his face. It had been true: he was still in love with her. This wasn’t a sexual moment - his erection had largely faded – she was the altar and he was kneeling before her. Anaked girl can take only so much silent worship before starting to feel restless; slightly foolish even. She moved just enough to break the moment and he responded, his right hand lightly caressing a breast whilst his other ran so softly over her thigh. He kissed one nipple, then the other, lightly at first but then more ardently. His lips took in her whole areola and she could feel his tongue working her nipple increasingly urgently. He was sucking now and then kissing all over her breasts. He loved her tits. She had sexy nipples that seemed to have become more alluring with the years and the skin on the underside of her breasts was just so exquisitely smooth and soft. How he wished he’d known her when she was lactating – he’d have drunk so deeply from her. She could feel his fingers on her thighs, especially the insides at the very top of her leg. Sometimes he’d caress her skin with his whole hand but he’d never quite touched her ... pussy. His mouth was now on her stomach, running down over her abdomen. His tongue made her belly button tickle. Wow, her skin was lovely. He just wanted to kiss her all over but time was moving on and, anyway, he didn’t want to run the risk of boring her. This whole evening was a trip into the unknown again and he was having to learn her likes and dislikes on the hoof. He loved the spot just inside her hip bones, the small dip that seemed so insignificant but always drew his attention. His tongue lingered there an instant before continuing its journey south. He had deliberately avoided going for her cunt like a bull at a gate but it seemed that she was wanting attention. She was, perhaps involuntarily, raising her hips slightly whenever his fingers moved up her thigh and he thought that her breathing pattern had changed; he could actually hear her breathing. So he let his fingers brush, oh so lightly, against her labia. A good sign, her inner lips had come out to play and he marvelled at their moist, delicate beauty. With relief, she realised that her signals had been picked up. She’d not been in a position, literally, to do much to him and she was happy to indulge in a spot of selfishness. He wants to worship me with his mouth and fingers? Fine. But now she needed more and it looked like he’d got the message. Her pubes felt like finest down as he pressed his face into her. Heaven. And his tongue pried at her lips, moist and musky, until he found her clitoris, already firm and ...