I don't know where that came from, but it was probably the sexiest thing to come out of my mouth in years. He gasped in surprise, but I managed to keep my cool and waited.
He picked up a shrimp and brought it to my lips. His fingers trembled. I held his gaze while I licked the shrimp with just the tip of my tongue and bit off a little piece. After I chewed and swallowed, I licked my lips and bit off some more. When there was only a little piece left, I reached for it with my lips and brushed the tips of his fingers with my tongue.
I felt a wet gush in my panties, and shivered with delight. Craig's breath was coming fast, but he picked up another shrimp, and fed it to me with infinite patience. His own food sat ignored on the plate as his face moved closer to mine. His breath felt clean and warm on my cheek.
He fed me half a dozen shrimp, fragment by fragment. Each time, with the last bit, I took his fingertips in my lips and licked at them, longer with each of the little creatures I consumed. Finally, my excitement was too much to bear. I whispered, "Craig, kiss me, please."
We stood up together. I instinctively worried that I couldn't kiss him without emphasizing his shorter stature. Other men had been humiliated when they had to reach up to kiss me. But I decided not to worry about it, and took him in my arms. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I bent toward him and our lips pressed together, and
oh!
it felt so wonderful to be kissed by this man. It had been so long! I'd kissed other men since I left Mike, but none had turned me on as much as Craig.
I knew immediately that Craig was much like Donald. All my bottled-up regrets came to the surface at once, and I was determined to make up for lost time. We paused to take a breath, and resumed the kiss, this time squeezing tighter than before.
Finally, we broke, breathing hard. "Oh, my," I said, with nothing better to say. He said nothing, but turned his head and pressed his cheek against my shoulder. I rubbed my cheek against his forehead
"Am I too tall for you?" I said at last.
He shook his head and said, "I find tall women very sexy. But can I kiss you again?"
His arms almost squeezed the breath from me as I bent to meet his lips again. Under that tee shirt was a strong body, smelling of male sweat and sun block and some of the residual popcorn and hotdog aromas from Wrigley Park. My pussy tingled, and I decided that I wasn't going to go back to my apartment until both of us had come. I might even take a pussy full of his man-juice with me, as foolish as that might be. As he tucked his head into my neck again, I counted the days since my last period. This was not a good time. But I desperately wanted this man's cock inside me, and I'd never have a better chance than right now.
Craig was still kissing me, on the throat this time, wandering near the collarbone. His breath hissed hotly against my skin. I decided a little encouragement would help, and I began unbuttoning my shirt. His lips followed, moving from side to side to fold back the cloth, and then kissing the tops of my breasts where they bulged slightly above the bra.
A new sensation forced me to thrust my breasts forward. The tip of his tongue was exploring the skin along the margin of my brassiere, dipping under the edge a little, and then retreating. He moved to the other breast and did the same. Then back to the first.
He was teasing me! Well, two could play at that game. I backed away and pulled my shirt together. "Enough, now," I said. "Our supper is getting cold."
He said nothing, but the hurt in his eyes was like a wounded animal. My knees grew weak, and I felt a little dizzy. But his whipped-puppy manner made me bold. I shrugged off my shirt and tossed it across a chair. Unclasping my bra, I shook it from my arms and dropped it across my shirt. His gaze was glued to my breasts, his mouth open slightly. My girls are moderately large, with brown, puckered nipples that swell to the size of my little fingertip when excited, as they were now.
"Follow me," I said, walking over to the big recliner that stood beside a bookshelf. As I sat, I cradled my breasts in my hands. "They'd like it if you'd pay them a little attention." I sat on the edge of my seat as he went to his knees and moved up close. I insisted first on a quick kiss on the lips, and then pressed on his shoulders to guide him to the nipple of my right breast.
"Your breasts...so beautiful," he whispered. With the tip of his tongue, he began to tease the nipple. Electric shocks traveled down my spine to my pussy. And he called them 'breasts', with the tone of an awed worshiper. That excited me even more. I arched my back to make myself more accessible.
He moved to the other breast, leaving behind soft fingertips so he could caress both nipples at once. I moaned out loud. I wanted to demand that he fuck me right then, but I held back. I loved what his lips and fingers could do. I wondered how big his cock would be, and whether it would be as exciting as his lips and fingers. I doubted it could be as big as Mike's, but I didn't care. I just wanted to feel a man inside me at last.
Suddenly, his hands moved to my waist and his lips were on my stomach. His breath came loud and fast and hot.
"Lick my nipples some more, Craig, please," I said, as his tongue traced circles toward my navel, just at the margin of my jeans.
He gasped into my belly. "Please, RoseAnn. Can I kiss you? Please?" He was hoarse with lust.
What an odd question, under the circumstances! "Of course, you can, silly."
"I mean, down there," he said, glancing toward my crotch.
I stiffened. For a moment, I was eighteen again and in the back seat of Donald's car. Insects chirped outside the open windows. My mind whirled as his clumsy teenaged fingers pushed my skirt over my chest. I'd been too shocked to stop him, and he burrowed into my pussy with a rough, wet tongue until I exploded in pleasure. But afterward, I dropped him as though he'd revealed some disgusting perversion. Over and over in the six years since, I'd remembered that as the most intense orgasm of my life, and wished I'd been more open-minded.
Now God was giving me another chance, and here I was, hesitating again.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought..."
"No," I breathed. "It's okay."
Craig's hot breath and tongue-tip already wandered back and forth along my waistband. He could loosen my button and zipper and I would offer no resistance. My brain whirled with confusion. I thought of Mike's thick cock in my throat, and the acrid taste of his come. I didn't like it at all, and I wondered how Donald, and now Craig, could be so desperate to bury their faces in my hairy, stinking pussy? On the other hand, I knew it would give me sensations unlike anything else I'd experienced. And Craig was so desperate.
