She had to pay for her rewards first, and I didn't want to spark the flames of passion quite yet.She had to pay for her rewards first, and I didn't want to spark the flames of passion quite yet. Finally, I moved my head back, still staring at the splendid golden fleece, unable to take my eyes from her. My hands, which had been holding her hips for support, traveled to her backside, where I softly kneaded the firmness of her buttocks. My movements caused her to hiss loudly between her teeth, in obvious enjoyment of my endeavors. "You really know how to turn me on," she said huskily, looking down at my dark hair. "I've only just begun," I whispered, moving my hands to her front and grasping the lowest button of her blouse with excited fingers. "You know," I continued as I undid the first button, "I could really get into you, honey. I've never met anyone quite like you." The button snapped apart and I moved to the next one. "You are almost too sexy, too perfect. I should have met you years ago." She looked down in silence, listening to my meandering, and watched the second button slip from its hole, opening beneath my fingers to expose her belly button which, by leaning forward, I softly kissed, then tongued, pretending it to be a sexual opening. |