" She looked at me querulously and said, "I'm going to have to experiment on you a little later." She looked at me querulously and said, "I'm going to have to experiment on you a little later." THAT sounded ominous. "In the meantime, I guess I'll have to find something a little less... distracting. Or maybe moreso." She shuffled down and began to kiss my belly. It tickled, and I laughed. She laughed along. "Ticklish, are you?" she asked with one of those voices that makes the victim say "Uh oh." "Just for future reference," she said, as if to reassure me. Her mit had found my pants and was rubbing my erection through the cloth of my jeans. I suddenly realized just how erect I was, and pushed up against her. She responded by undoing my zipper and belt and opening my breeks. My erection, freed of the cloth, slapped up against my stomach. "Anxious little fellow, isn't it?" she asked. "Very," I said. At this point I wasn't unthinkingly lustful, but she was very surely getting me there. I decided it was time to stop being entirely passive to this entire process and reached up to unlace the overly long sark she wore, untying each delicate ribbon and then pushing the sides away. She let the shirt fall down about her tens. Her breasts were small, like P'nyssa's... why was I making comparisons? And the nipples were standing out firm and hard. I reached up and traced my fingers slowly around the exposed areolas, then down about the fur undersides and up around the outside. As I traced along her body between her breast and her underten she shivered delightfully. "I think I've found a soft spot," I said. "Mmm, hmm..." she said. I slowly traced along her body, finding other little places that made her shiver or giggle. She too was ticklish. I delighted in finding those places as she slowly stroked my cock between her mits. |