Walt understood me and pulled slowly, letting the slipknot fall apart, and I opened the robe and let it slip down my shoulders.Walt understood me and pulled slowly, letting the slipknot fall apart, and I opened the robe and let it slip down my shoulders. He reached up--to my surprise, his hands were shaking, too--and lightly caressed my left shoulder, then traced across my collarbones (easy to do, I'm so bony) to the right, then brushed his hand softly across the lacy cups of my bra. I could really feel my nipples straining against the fabric after he did this. Looking him coolly (almost) in the eyes, I sat up straight and, just as I'd fantasized, unfastened my bra, and felt his warm palms close comfortably over my breasts. They were too small to fill his big hands, but he seemed to like them as much as they liked him. He leaned forward to worship them with his lips and tongue, and I leaned into his kisses, nuzzles, and sucks, first with the left side, then the right, and he gently took each nipple in his mouth and sucked until I almost thought I'd freshen and give milk. The tingling, between my legs, as this went on, became like a fire that seemed like it could never be put out. I reached hesitantly out to his top shirt button, and he came up for air. I allowed him one gasp, and went for his large mouth, enjoying the pipe- tobacco mustiness of his salt-and-pepper beard as it seemed to surround me. His lips seemed salty and very warm, and I opened my mouth and felt his tongue, lively and masterful, explore the inside of my mouth. It was a very long kiss, and all the while I worked at his shirt buttons and shirttail, and fumbled at his belt buckle, and soon we collapsed in a heap of disheveled clothing, tossing shoes, socks, robe, and panties into various corners of the room. |