Dani lies sprawled in a chair, her legs spread wide. She’s still fully dressed, but her skirt is pulled up high around her waist. Her white cotton panties are plainly visible, along with the tiny cute purple bow at the front.
I kneel between her spread knees and gaze as her crotch. There is a small moist spot visible, and I ache to bury my face in it, but no…not yet. First, there is something else, something exquisite in and of itself.
I lean in close to her and fight the instinct to touch her. I close my eyes and force myself to be still. For a moment, I hold my breath before simply allowing myself to slowly inhale her scent.
No. That’s wrong. I don’t even inhale. I just allow the air currents in the room to carry her scent to me. My nose quickly dissects it into its component parts. Ignoring the washing liquid and conditioner scents, my nose finds the Dani who woke up this morning and her usual vaginal secretions. Soft. Feminine. Musky in their way, but nothing like what is there now.
For the last hour and a half, she and I have been teasing one another, verbally, physically and by way of what we have been showing one another. Both of us are highly aroused.
I allow myself one Quick Look at her panties. Despite myself, I have moved closer to her and am almost touching the moist white cotton. Almost….but not quite.
Another enforced pause and this time a soft, gentle inhale. It is as if her entire bouquet bursts into my head. A faint undertone of girl sweat, musk, oh, so much musk, and there, like a thin golden thread so delicate a single breath might tear it, the faint hint of pee.
Despite myself, I shudder. Was it only last week she stood over me and blessed me in the way I adore so much? But not today. Oh no. Not today.
I lean forward and place a single kiss on her panties right above her clit. Dani moans and raises her pelvis towards me. A soft yet oh, so urgent “mmmmmm” escapes her lips. I kiss her again, this time pressing my tongue against the fabric. I can feel the hardness of her clit beneath and my nose tells me of the deluge that has just left her body. Dani mews in frustration, and I smile to myself.
I well know what a couple of hours of teasing can do to her. She is, right at this moment, ready. I could jam two finger inside her and she would probably cum before I got them fully inside her. But since I am feeling like teasing her more, I content myself with pulling the material to one side.
Fuck, she’s wet! A milky, silvery river of girl cum lines her labia, and I can’t resist tasting the benediction of her love from the cathedral of her sex. It rolls into my mouth and I swallow her.
I feel her hand on my head. “Please….oh please….finish me.”
My right hand hasn’t been idle. I pull it from my own panties, middle and index finger soaked with my own wetness. I reach up and slip one finger inside her cunt and the other into her bum. Then I go to work on her clit. I know she’s resisting, fighting the inevitable. She writhes in the chair. Am I being a total bitch in studiously avoiding her g-spot? Yes, of course I am. No matter how she writhes and gyrates, I manage to avoid that smooth pad of flesh. Until, that is, I am good and ready!
I am fully embedded in her bum now….my middle finger all the way in. Finally I find he magic spot and press it. Hard. Dani throws her head back and cums into my mouth with a series of groans and expletives. She squirts prolifically into my waiting mouth.
I can keep her cumming for a long time like this and I take great delight in doing so, even after she begs me to stop.
Gently withdrawing my fingers, I am covered in her female essence. That which I could not swallow has run down my top. Dani herself looks delicious, soaked white panties, legs spread.
But there’s a glint in her eye as she raises herself from the chair and advances to me.
“Your turn.”
Author:Wetgirl2 | Category: Sex Stories Female Lesbian
