As we kissed, her hands crept to the buttons of my shirt. One by one they opened to her touch, and soon she was running her fingers through my chest hair. When her nails grazed my nipples I groaned deep in my throat and I could feel her smiling into our kiss. In response, I let go of her ass and grabbed the bottom of her sweater, lifting it up to her armpits. She compliantly raised her arms and pulled her head away so I could lift it off entirely. Then, as her lips came back to mine, I stroked the full length of her bare skin from arms to shoulders to back to hips--all the way down before settling at her waist, drawing her closer to me. The satiny fabric of her bra was cool against my skin, but the rest of her where she touched me was smooth and warm. Britt's arms wrapped cosily around me, cradling my head as we kissed.
There was more that I wanted, though. How often does a married man find himself alone and half-naked with a 23-year old Dutch girl working off her schoolgirl fantasies? To move things along, I wrapped my own arms firmly around her waist and stood up. Her legs went trustingly around me as I rose and I held her full weight easily, skin to skin with my hands supporting her ass. I could feel the heat of her crotch against my waist, though, and that was my objective!
Turning around, I lowered her until she was perched in the seat I had just vacated. My hands left her hips as I knelt in front of her, first pulling her upright for a kiss and then pushing her back against the cushions. She watched me smiling as my hands slid to her stomach and unsnapped her jeans. Her eyes sparkled when I let go there and moved up to caress the sides of her breasts in their lacy confinement. Because it was a front-closure bra, it took no effort at all to twist the ends apart and spread it wide on her shoulders. Britt moved her arms back straight and it slipped away behind her leaving her firm, young breasts standing proudly between us.
With a wolfish grin, I lowered my head and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other. Britt's head fell back against the cushion as she arched her torso forward for more. My thumbs ran along the underside of each breast as I moved back and forth, kissing and sucking all around each pink tip and giving them broad laps of my tongue for contrast. Once again, Britt's arms came up to cradle my head and she kissed any part of me she could reach as I explored her.
When I paused to kiss the soft, pale valley between her breasts, Britt groaned with pleasure. To keep the intensity growing, I urged her back against the cushions once more and leaned down to kiss her taut belly. Her eyes opened to watch me as I explored her navel. My hands, meanwhile, slipped down to her waistband. When my fingertips curled around the fabric on each side and tugged downward, she raised her hips willingly. I teased myself by drawing her jeans and panties off slowly, revealing the inward curve of her slim hips, the swell of her smooth-shaven mound, and the tight muscles at the tops of her thighs as she arched herself upward for me. Her pussy, when it came free of her panties, was a glistening dark pink invitation, but I had to get her clothes out of the way first!
Sitting back on my heels, I drew one foot upward and placed it against my chest. Then I paused for a moment and kissed her big toe, which brought a smile to her lips. My hands went back to work right away, though, and I held her calf and lifted her foot off me to slip her bunched jeans and panties off entirely. Not forgetting to kiss her big toe again, I repeated the performance with her other leg and set her foot gently down on the carpet when I was done.
That moment will stay locked in my head forever--a subject of amazement and fantasy. Britt lay back against the dark leather, her short blond hair framing her face. Firelight sparkled in her half-closed eyes and a small smile remained on her lips. Her arms lay along the rests, leaving her small but full breasts exposed, nipples tight from my earlier attentions. She was breathing deeply, and her belly rose and fell slightly with each inhalation. Her knees were close together, which hid her full charms from me, but the curve of her hips and the perfect line of her thighs was enough of a treat to keep me fully entranced. In fact, my hands went there first and I began to stroke her from waist to knee on both sides, savoring the vision of youthful sensuality in front of me.
"Britt..." I said softly, "you are the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen!"
I think the compliment threw her a little off--her eyes went down modestly and her smile faltered. When I moved one hand to her calf and lifted, though, her eyes came back up to mine. When I kissed her knee and then bent lower to kiss the inside of her thigh, her smile returned. After a few more kisses, I had reached the hollow where her thigh joined her hip and Britt's eyes were wide with anticipation. I lifted her leg up and over the arm of the chair, spreading her fully and causing her pussy lips to part invitingly. Her other foot came up and over my shoulder, which I took to mean, "yes, please!" as I continued moving lower.
Eager to taste my lovely former student, I bowed low before her and sent my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. She was delicious! Salty, spicy, fresh, and clean all darted through my mind as I repeated the journey, delving deep between her labia to catch every drop that I could. Britt sighed deeply and her hands came down to toy with my hair.
"Yes..." she whispered, "taste me! I used to lie awake at night and imagine you there between my legs, licking me just like this!"
Talk about inspiration! I bent to my task with renewed energy, nibbling each lip daintily, darting my tongue deep into her opening, and spreading her wide with my thumbs so I could get to every inch. Soon, though, I began to nudge my tongue against her clit as I teased her, and each contact brought a groan from her lips. Not one to drag things out too long, I began to lick the hood of her clit more earnestly, avoiding direct contact but setting up a steady pattern of stimulation that seems to work well for a lot of women. Britt was lost in a steady series of moans at this point, and when I glanced up, her beautiful face was masked with concentration, eyes closed and eyebrows raised expectantly. Her lower lip was caught between her even white teeth.
Already I could feel her lubricating freely. Her opening was slick with her juices, and every now and then I lapped there briefly to taste them and to spread them all around, keeping my tongue moving all the while. Britt was rocking her hips each time I nudged her clit and I knew she was getting close. Wanting to be ready for her next desire, I took advantage of her focus to carefully unbuckle my pants and push them down, allowing my aching cock to spring free as I knelt before her.
When her moans became more urgent, I glanced up again. Britt's eyes were tightly shut and ragged breaths escaped her mouth with each wave of stimulus from my tongue. I was thrilled to see that her hands were on her own breasts, and she had a thumb and forefinger around each nipple, pinching and rolling them. I love that! With renewed energy, I returned to her clit, starting now to suck gently and circle her button with my tongue tip.
"Oh my God yessss!" came the response from above me. Her hips came up off the chair again, driving herself against my ravenous tongue and I took the opportunity to seize a double handful of her ass again, squeezing her tightly and holding her hard in place against my lips. My chin was lodged firmly against her opening, spreading her wide there while my tongue lashed her clit mercilessly. I felt her whole body start to quiver and sucked even harder, this time licking directly up and down her swollen clit. That's all it took. Britt's leg came off the arm of the chair and joined the other on my shoulder, locking behind my neck and clamping me firmly as wild spasms crashed along her slender body. I stopped licking entirely and simply rode the storm of her pleasure while the unconscious needs of her body thrust her pussy into me again and again. She was no longer groaning--what emerged instead was a steady series of whimpers as she struggled to draw breath during her amazing orgasm. Her abs were rock hard against my forehead and her heels pulled me rhythmically into her core as she shook.
Finally, her quivering body began to relax. I let her butt fall back to the cushion and her legs eased their grip on my head, falling to rest around my arms instead, heels still crossed behind me. Her hands fell away from her breasts and lay limply beside her thighs. I could see a deep flush across her chest--the sign of a powerful orgasm--and I watched her breasts rise and fall as she slowly caught her breath. Her eyes remained closed and she seemed oblivious to me as she came down from the heights of pleasure she had climbed.
When I straightened up, however, she remembered where she was and opened her eyes, a happy and exhausted smile spreading across her face. Her feet uncrossed and dropped to the floor, and as I leaned forward, she reached for my shoulders and pulled herself up to meet me. We kissed briefly, but then her lips traveled all around my face and I could feel her tongue tasting herself on my skin. When she returned to my lips, we shared the flavor in a long tongue-twining kiss that made us both groan with satisfaction.
As satisfying as that tableau was, however, I had more urgent things in mind. With one hand, I was bracing myself on the arm of the chair. The other hand, though, went down to my knee and pushed my pants lower along my ankle. Switching hands, I repeated this on the other side and tugged them off entirely. When I broke our kiss to accomplish this last step, Britt looked down between us. My cock stood hard and neglected against my stomach, and as I rose back up, I pushed down on the broad shaft so that it brushed against her slick opening.
"Do you want to feel this inside you, Britt?" I asked in a deep whisper.
"Oh, God yes!" she groaned, wrapping her arms around my neck again. With a simple thrust of my hips, I glided full-length inside her in a long, steady stroke.
"Oh, fuck!" she moaned, her head falling back in bliss.
"Fuck indeed!" I agreed. Holding her tightly around the waist, I began to drive myself into her slim body, gasping as the combination of youthful tightness and slippery heat worked its magic on me. Britt scooted as far forward on the chair as she could and her pussy welcomed each intrusion. Her legs clamped around my waist and urged me into her with every stroke. I kissed the smooth, pale skin of her throat and squeezed her tightly, mashing her breasts into my chest. The feeling of her body against mine fully, the scent and sounds of our joining, and the incredible sensation of her pussy surrounding me were overwhelming and I knew if I kept going, I would explode far too soon.
"Britt!" I said between clenched teeth. "Turn around!" I ordered as I pulled my throbbing cock out of her. The cool air did its job and slowed the rush of my impending orgasm, but my cock bounced wildly with every pulse still. Britt saw the fervor in my eyes and moved quickly, dropping to the floor on her knees and then turning her back to me. Her forearms lay on the seat cushion and she used that leverage, leaning forward and tilting her hips up to improve the angle.
"Still checking out my ass?" she asked mischievously over her shoulder.
