Tidewater men are not noted among women for their oral skills. That old Virginia gentleman farmer model, laced into a fetishistic Virginia Military Institute double-buttoned corset -- apparently discourages cunnilingus. And it's a skill set better learned younger than at the paunchy 40-something seersucker suit age of southern comfort and marriage.
Tidewater tongues wag, don't be mistaken. But no one of any social standing fantasizes about George Washington going down on them, no matter how much they claim "Virginia is for lovers". It's not so ante-bellum above the GA-MS-AL tri-state cultural knot. Not so genteel as overgrown Tara and Savannah. That is to say Virginia's MILFs do not always stay hetero.
Who can say at what point, for example, fine ladies in big pale houses strayed from Mandingo to his comely female counterpart? Candle's light snuffed and ebony limbs entwined -- those first experimental tastes too sweet in the racing heart. Salt and pepper sprawled and mingling like the rivulets of the Shenandoah.
Melanie grew a wild thing. She stole the nickname Sunshine from her BFF. She played at hippie, emo, goth, and punk. She wore black and white striped witch stockings. She wanted to fuck whoever she pleased. She wanted to eat pussy and cuddle.
Her admiral father -- continually hazed with drink and ol' sailor buddy locker room play -- ignored most everything else on his watch. Sunshine's mother went home to her mother for reasons unknown one night. While the admiral was at sea, Sunshine stalked her lover and seduced her home.
A little smoke and a little drink had them down to panties and bras in less than half an hour. Sunshine's fingertips hovered over her lover's satin c-cups.
"Can you feel that? I can. It's like electricity. Can you feel it?"
The response was a silent shiver. Sunshine breathed quietly at her ear, lightly licking the Nautilus-like whorl. Her palm slid over her lover's silky panties.
"You feel hot, baby. Do you like it? Do you want me to do it some more?"
Sunshine's probing index finger rubbed side to side until she found the swelling bump of her lover's clitoris beneath the silk. She began tracing circles on it.
Amused at her lover's stammering cluck, Sunshine lowered her face until her cheek rested against her lover's belly while her finger continued its lazy tracery. With a sigh, she took her index finger away and pressed her middle finger down along the wet slit appearing as her lover pulled her panties aside.
A low growl came from them both.
Sunshine continued gliding her face lower, closer to her fingers, drinking in the scent of her lover's arousal. It made her want to dip her tongue in the nectar and lap it like a bear at a beehive. Within an inch, she stuck out her tongue and played the tip over her lover's clit.
Her lover's hips bucked and Sunshine gripped them tighter, pulling and mashing her mouth and pussy together as if starved for each other.
Her lover had just pulled Sunshine's panties off and was flicking and curling her tongue across that dripping pussy when they heard the front door open and slam closed.
