I was almost afraid to abandon the area for fear of being smothered by her tit.I was almost afraid to abandon the area for fear of being smothered by her tit. Finally, I spoke into the nipple, without pulling my head back. "There is something else I would like to suck," I said, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her lower body into mine, hoping she would get the hint. My ploy worked. Immediately, I felt Beth's hands press downward on my shoulders. "Kneel!" she commanded. Who was I to disobey such an order? I fell to my knees like a wounded deer, still holding on to her supple hips. Her skirt-covered abdomen was now inches from my face. The blue denim called to me. As I felt Beth's hand press lightly on the back of my head, I moved my face forward and planted my still eager lips right over her pubis, pressing into her skirt with my chin. "Yes!" she cried as I started chomping on the denim, dry-eating her. I was really turned on now. My hands moved from her hips downward, along her tightly stretched skirt, until they came to rest on the backs of her knees. As usual, she wore no stockings. I had told her long ago that bare legs turned me on. She pressed her pubis against my mouth as my hands began their upward trek, this time along the satiny softness of the backs of her thighs. In the process, I was slowly pushing her skirt higher. Finally, I had to move my head back to give the material room to move ever upward. It wasn't long before the white 'V' of her panty crotch came into view, and with it, the deliriously wonderful smell of her sex which I knew had long ago began to moisten the plain white, silky undies. |