Leaning back, chest and crotch exposed to Wade, it was both exciting and tedious, to await our next instructions from JD. I knew what I wanted to happen, and wondered what Wade would have done if freed to explore. Everything was so intensely heightened with JD there.
Finally, with time for his demonic and horny mind to conjure ideas, JD said, "Wade, describe to me what you see."
A little surprised, a little annoyed and frustrated, Wade's eyes moved over to JD briefly, then he closed his eyes and shook his head. "It would look a lot better if you covered up your dick, man."
I turned to look at JD. He was sitting with his legs wide, his hard cock on display. Looked just fine to me. "I'm not complaining JD, yet I can understand HIS perspective..." I said to him. "Grab a towel or something from over by the sink."
Glancing back at Wade, I saw his eyes were on my naked breasts and he'd leaned in slightly, poised and ready to dive in. It ached having to wait to touch him, to feel him, to get his pants open. I wondered what his cock would look like once freed from its tight confinement. I turned back to JD, "Oh, and on the counter, my green bag, grab the box of rubbers."
"Argh, yeah, yeah," JD muttered as he grabbed the stuff. He tossed a big box of rubbers, unopened, on the bed as he headed back to his chair with a towel.
Wade looked at the box and said quietly, "Hmmm, not sure I'm good for all of those..." I gave him a sly smile. "At least not in one session."
"Okay, Wade, now, tell me what you see before you, describe RT to me," JD said, settling back into his chair, a towel draped over his legs.
Wade looked at my face and began, "I see long black curly hair falling softly on supple shoulders. A lovely round face with full moist lips and sparkling brown eyes. I see two big boobs that would probably fill a D cup or squeeze into a C, hanging down with hard nipples no doubt aching to be touched. Full hips with entirely too much clothing, and shapely legs I want wrapped around me."
"Tell me what you want to do," JD urged.
Looking into my eyes, Wade smiled. "I want to press my face between those big tits and let my hands squeeze them, then take them into my mouth."
"RT," JD continued, "What do you want him to do?"
"Anything," I replied curtly. "And now."
"All right, Wade, her tits are yours. RT, you have to stay like you are."
Taking one last moment to admire my boobs, Wade slowly moved his hands from my knees to my tits, cupping one in each hand and giving them a squeeze. I let out a moan, his touch was like fire after waiting so long for contact. I took a deep breath and watched as he began rubbing his hands around and around my boobs, squeezing firmly and mashing them against me.
He pushed them against each other and pressed his face right into the middle, moving his face back and forth, his tongue sliding from side to side. Then he moved to my hard nipple, opened his mouth wide and sucked in as much as he could of it. My whole body buzzed as he sucked hard on my tit, working his tongue, using his hands to squeeze it. I let out a deep long moan and slid back on the table unable to support myself any longer.
His mouth remained stuck to my tit as I laid back on the table, his hands squeezing it firmly, even roughly. He stood between my legs, at the edge of the table leaning in over me. The force and intensity he applied with his hands and mouth was incredible. It was divine lying there as he sucked noisily, constantly trying to get more and more of my tit in his mouth. He moved one hand over to the other boob and then finally released his mouth from my boob just long enough to take in the other. His urgency and the force he used sent waves of buzz through my tits and to my pussy.
I wanted to let my hands touch his hair, his back, his ass - pull him closer to me, but I remained still, accepting all his pleasures. More or less anyway, I could not control the squirming of my hips and clenching within my vagina that ached to be filled.
It came as a shock when he suddenly pulled back. I opened my eyes to see him standing there. "What? Don't stop!"
He laughed. "You didn't hear JD?"
"No, what now?" I said, irritated.
"He wants you to stand on the table so I can take your shorts off and suck on your mound the way I was sucking on your tits," Wade explained.
I smiled and quickly sat up, took a step on the nearest chair, and another onto the table. Wade stepped in close and put his hands on my shoulders, then let them slide across my flesh to meet together and go down between my tits, then along my stomach, until they hit the waistband of my shorts.
He let his hands run back and forth along the waistline, popping a finger down into them briefly here and there. Slowly, he inched my shorts down a little at a time, all the while running his fingers along the newly exposed flesh.
His actions sent shivers up and down my spine, it was hard to stand still, hard to not shove his face into my burning pussy. His unbelievable patience and teasing was so damn hot.