Obediently, she unbuttoned the skirt at the side of her waist.Obediently, she unbuttoned the skirt at the side of her waist. The soft, metallic sound of the zipper being was music to my ears. She pushed the material gently over her hips, then let it fall of its own accord down her legs where it fell silently, like a tissue, in a circle about her feet. She stepped out of the circle and kicked the skirt to the side. Reflexively, she criss-crossed her hands in front of her pubis, blocking my view. Her modesty amused me. Maybe it was part of her game. I decided to play along with her. "Are you shy, Laurie?" "Yes," she half-whispered. "We're both girls, you needn't be. Didn't I let you look between my legs earlier?" Her face reddened, remembering. "But you were wearing panties. I'm naked there now. And I hardly know you. I'm scared." "Move closer to me, Laurie." Like a scared bunny rabbit, she inched forward, her hands still covering her lower abdomen. "Such a pretty little girl," I whispered, placing my hands on her wrists. "Don't be scared." Gently, I urged the hands apart. She offered no resistance, parting her hands at my soft insistence. Her pussy was unbelievably beautiful. Why she didn't want to show off something as soft and pretty as the blonde curls which adorned her pubis was beyond me. The triangle of hair was not thick at all; in fact, the slit dividing the folds of her pussy was quite evident through the curls. My face was only inches away from the exquisite beauty of her fleece. Leaning forward, I moved my lips to pouting hairs, reveling in their softness. The smell of her sex drove me wild. "You're beautiful," I softly whispered as my lips mouthed their words on the golden triangle. When I gently blew warm air into the hairs beneath my lips, Laurie visibly shuddered as she pushed her lower abdomen against my mouth, pleading for more. I planted hundreds of tiny kisses all over her pubis, encouraged by her increasingly heavy breathing. I was careful, though, not to wander too far between her legs, now parted slightly, for fear of touching off something I didn't want to start quite yet. |