I know what I'm saying.I know what I'm saying. I know what signals I'm sending. I know what I want. I want you. I want you now!" * * * STORMCLOUDS ON THE RESERVATION Part III Leaving her right foot resting on my thigh, I run my left hand up her leg. I enjoy the play of her muscles under my hand, and the feel of the nylon stocking against my fingers. My fingers reach the lace top of Sylvia's stocking. I trace the edge of the lace around her thigh. She shivers as my fingers touch the inside of her thigh, and my thumb nudges her pouting vulva. I glance at her face. Her eyes are closed. Her lips are parted. Her breathing is heavy. As I watch, the tip of her tongue darts out and moistens her lips. The firelight illuminates her face and brings out golden highlights in her hair. I place my right hand against the inside of her left thigh and, exerting pressure with both hands, move her legs farther apart. The red satin of her panties reflects the fire's glow. It seems to me that her crotch is bathed in flames. I lower my head and kiss her thigh. My lips move up, and around, to her thigh. My tongue traces a path around her stocking top, up the inside of her thigh, and into the satin of her pantied vee. I sense the movement of her hands and look up to see her stroking her breasts through the material of her blouse. |