He ran his hands down her tush, and pulled her toward him with both hands, but she resisted, still working on his zipper.He ran his hands down her tush, and pulled her toward him with both hands, but she resisted, still working on his zipper. At last she managed to slide it downward. His penis burst forth from the constriction of his pants and pushed against the soft fabric of his shorts. She moved her hands down over the stiff cock and he took in a breath quickly. His hands gripped her ass, and began to work at pulling her dress up over her ample rear. She had on his favorite dress, the black silk one, and he imagined that he could feel the soft lacy half slip and matching camisole, but he wasn't absolutely sure. She was a woman of many surprises, and her imagination was limitless. She raised herself up a bit, still balancing on his knee, and allowed the dress to slide up. "Omigod," he intoned to himself. She didn't have on the slip and he couldn't feel the bottom of the camisole, either. He suspected that she had on some as yet unseen article to delight him. She leaned backward, and let him shrug off the shirt. Then she dropped to the floor and untied his shoes, pulled them off, rolled his socks down and off. She caressed his arches, tickled the tops of his feet lightly, and dropped a small kiss on the instep of each foot. Running her hands up his calves, she pulled forward lightly, and urged him to stand. As he arose, his pants slid to the floor and were tossed aside. Then she rose, and in one swift motion lifted her arms and allowed him to slip the dress up and over her head. |