"Oooohh yeah!" she uttered, relaxing back into the lounge. Two minutes later, I reached for the other foot and removed that shoe. With a little pressure on her legs, I now had both her feet on my legs, working the tension from the balls of her feet, her arches and giving a little attention to each toe.
Her relaxation was almost complete but mine certainly wasn't. I shuffled out from under her legs and slowly lowered my lips to hers. She responded gradually, but with mounting enthusiasm, her arms reaching around my neck and holding me in close.
My hand caressed her face, neck and hair as we both exerted a little more pressure with our lips. I traced the outline of her shoulder with my forefinger and middle finger. I continued my artistic journey down the outside of her arm, picked up her hand and sucked the fingers on her hand into my mouth one at a time. I released the fingers and moved my lips to the inside of her wrist and gradually made my way to the inside of her elbow.
Her squirming on the lounge showed me she was enjoying my activities. Obviously wanting to extend the night as much as possible, she pushed me back, sat upright, refilled our glasses and we both started new smokes. Lifting her other hand she reached over, unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingernails down my chest. Leaning over she began kissing and licking my chest, making my nipples now stand at attention. Idly, I grazed my fingers over her chest, slowly outlining her breasts through her dress. I ran my fingers over her cleavage, moving from the colder exposed flesh to that much warmer skin covered by her clothing. Raising my head a little, I slowly plied her chest with tiny kisses. Really wanting to touch her everywhere, I ran my hand over her stocking-covered legs, from just above her knee, grazing down the soft skin at the back of her calf to her ankles.
At the end of my third lap she guided my hand a little higher and said, "Take 'em off."
I slid my hand under her dress to the top of her stockings and slowly moved around her leg until I reached the clasp of her garter-belt, managing to flip it open with my thumb and forefinger. I found the other clip and did the same. Sitting up I gathered the end of her stocking and slowly, ever so slowly, rolled it down. Changing hands enabled me to repeat my efforts on her other leg.
I located a hypersensitive spot just behind her knee and continued to apply that little pressure she appeared to like. I moved my hand ever upwards until I had part of one cheek in my cupped hand, and started tracing circles with my fingers. I moved across and grazed her other butt cheek to be met with slow thrusting of her hips. Really starting to enjoy myself, I slid to my knees and used my mouth on her legs, beginning at one ankle and then moving north, inching her dress ever higher, until it sat bunched just above her hips. I slowly snaked my tongue around, and then into, her belly button, finding an extremely sensitive spot, causing a mini-orgasm - her whole core shuddered.
Glassy-eyed she stood, grasped my hand and led me to the open door down the hall. The urgency in her actions showed as she ripped off my shirt and threw it on the bed. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and climbed on top, pulling off my shoes, socks and slacks and leaving me on the bed in just my tented jocks, with a wet spot starting to appear. Back on her feet, she grabbed her dress in both hands and flipped it over her head, along with the already loosened bra.
"Wow!" was all I could say as I drank in the sight of her standing there wearing only a smile and her garter-belt. I sat up as she grasped the belt to remove it. I ordered her to leave it and turn around. Standing up I lowered my lips to her neck and shoulders then reached around and cupped her breasts, fondling each one in turn, as she pushed back into my still covered manhood. We "danced" in this position for a few minutes, this gorgeous woman loving the attention I was lavishing on her fantastic boobs as much I was enjoying giving it.
I held her closely against me whilst we moved gently about the bedroom as one. Near the head of the bed she broke our connection and deftly bent over to flip on the clock radio to hear the soulful voice of Marvin Gaye singing "Let's Get It On!" come through the speakers. We both chuckled when we realised what song it was. Resuming our former position I continued to apply kisses to her neck, moving down to her shoulder blades, then lifting her arm and kissing, licking and nibbling that ultra-sensitive spot around her armpit, breathing and tasting her tangy, but womanly perspiration. I released her arm as I reached the side of her breast and noticed the strap marks from her bra had gone and the skin was flawlessly smooth. After all, her bra had now been undone for over 90 minutes.
I remained bent over, applying little tongue caresses to each breast, not yet venturing to the nipples, but moving from left to right and back again. She loved it when I kissed the underside of each breast. She rubbed her hands over my back, kissing my shoulders when they were within her reach.
Deciding we both needed to be off our feet, she lifted my head, held out her finger to stop my next thought or action, then pushed me back onto the bed. My legs were still over the side of the bed as she knelt, slipped her hands in the waistband of my jocks and pulled them over my thighs, knees and off my feet. The net result of this action was to bring her face directly in line with my erection, now freed from the material constraints of my jocks and pointing straight out.
Pre-cum was still leaking as she enveloped me in her warm wet mouth. Her fingers were spread over my cheeks pulling me harder onto her face as her head bobbed up and down and she sucked the head deeply into her. Swirling her tongue around and into the opening had me harder than I could remember. The muscles in her mouth and tongue were doing overtime sliding down the vein and back to the tip. Truly the work of a gifted soul, I thought. I just rubbed the back of her head and hair, as I couldn't really reach too much else just at that moment.
Then she surprised me by taking one of my balls and swirling it around her mouth. This caused me to jerk my hips forward humping the air. Somehow she then managed my whole scrotum into her mouth and jerked her hand up and down my prick. We could both feel my impending orgasm, but she used her thumb and forefinger to apply pressure to the base of my prick, allowing me to regather my composure. Again, she licked up and down my prick, again it came back to life with a vengeance; again some pressure from her thumb and forefinger at the base and I could breathe again.
I coaxed her mid-section towards my head and finally managed to get us into the classic "69" position, with her on top. It almost felt like some weird sort of competition. She ran her fingers through my "short and curlies," kissed, licked and sucked up and down my shaft without losing a beat, whilst I stuck my tongue as far into her warm wet folds as possible, causing a sharp intake of breath from her.
