Heaven is a Secret

They were purple. Transparent, almost, at the sides, with only the slightest thickening of the material to preserve her modesty at the crotch. They hugged her contours exquisitely, not quite forming a camel toe, but then not ignoring the fullness of her lips and the valley between them either.

They seemed to disappear between her bum cheeks and for a moment I wondered if they were a thong, but then she moved slightly and I discovered that no, they were in fact ornate bikinis. Lace trimmed the waist and leg holes to the extent that I focused on each tiny bobble. Their shape, their style invited my touch, but not with my fingers. Oh no.

She leaned towards me and gently placed the blindfold, and bid me explore her.

With my lips alone, and with the blindfold tight tightly around my eyes, I explored her secrets.

First, her scent. That light, flowery musk that emanated from her sex which in turn stained the purple material. I breathed in the heady mixture as she lay, spread legged before me. Then, I leaned furhter in, and my lips brushed her bare tummy. A shudder coursed through her. I adjusted my position and felt the waistband against my sensitive lips. i kissed centre to left, then back to the centre and then right. Each kiss feeling the lace, each kiss feeling her.

When I could go no further, I kissed down, over her hip to the leg again, that exquisite lace, this time leading to her crotch. Between her legs now, the scent filled me again. It had subtly changed this time. Not "stronger", no, not that. "More"? yes, more. I placed one kiss right between her legs, over the cotton gusset. I felt dampness and knew the source of her sublime scent. My kiss was direcly over her entrance rather than her clit, which elicted a small mew of frustration. All in good time....all in good time.

Then the other leg hole. She moved. She tried to steer me back so that I might find her erect bean more quickly, but with firm yet loving hands, I held her still. I kissed round to her left leg until I could go no further. And then back....gently....slowly.....like a priest approaching the Holy of Holies, moving with three steps, seven and nine, pausing between each group.

Finally, before me, I found myself at her secret place. Her vagina, her pussy, her cunt. A gentle kiss again over her hole, and then millimeter by millimeter up....so slowly, time itself ceased to exist. THe material seemed to soften like tissue paper; either that, or my lips became accutely sensitive. Then I found it, that hard sex bean, desperate, yearning, straining to be touched, caressed...loved.

One kiss directly on it....then another. She stiffened, her back arched, and a moan was forced from her. My finger gently hooked the leg hole and pulled slowly aside exposing first a swollien lip, and then her clitoris. It was glistening already, and I blew a long focused stream of air directly on it. She shievered, and tried to thrust her hips up at me wanting me to complete what we both knew would come.

Another breath, another long exhale before the tip of my tongue touched her. She writhed, moaning, desperate now for completion. I allowed my tongue to retract yet witout breaking contact with her clit until my lips touched her and I began to suck....to draw her clit into my mouth and make it harder than ever.

The moment the seal of my lips was complete, the moment her clit was in my mouth, my tongue danced across it once, twice, three times, four times,

And then her climax burst upon her. Her back arched, her hands tore at my hair, and my chin, resting on the gusset of her panties suddenly felt wet as she squirted into her panties.

Obscenities fell from her, yet obscenitied filled with such love, such devotion. Each pulse of her orgasm lifted her head from the bed and cause spasm after spasm that reached from her womb to her bum.

When it subsided, I gently replaced the panties, and undid my blindfold. THe crotch was soaked, so much so that it was glistening in the candle light of my room.

I was totally unaware of my own sex....

.....until she touched it with a cupped hand, and, like my beloved, I came, filling her hand with my devotion, my undying love.