What Was I Watching Again?

We had spent almost the entire day laying around the house watching various, second-rate movies; all edited for television. Around four, she stood up and sauntered slowly into the bedroom to start getting ready to take a shower. I sat in the living room watching 3 minutes of commercials - a new detergent can get my clothes whiter and brighter; some car salesman sings and dances about his low, low prices; a real beer, for real men displays itself among obviously fake women - not paying attention to what she is doing in the other room. As I sit on the couch, my eyes transfixed on the glowing screen, I fail to notice that she has wandered back into the room wearing only a pair of lacy red panties. She comes up behind the back of the couch, kneels down, and puts her arms around my neck. Slowly she starts to nibble on my ear lobes, sucking them into her mouth and her tongue plays with them as her hands run up and down my chest. Like a cat, I close my eyes and lean my head towards her, letting her know that I am enjoying what she is doing. Her hands roam across my chest and pull up my shirt so that her nimble fingers can stretch just below the waistline of my jeans. By this point, my jeans have started to grow tight and I move to adjust myself but she pushes me back down into the couch. Over the back she steps and she plants herself on top of me. It is at this point that I realize she is only wearing the red panties and I can faintly smell her musky scent as it wafts up to my nose. Her legs stradle the growing bulge underneath my zipper and she pushes herself up to seductively sway her hips without grinding my member. The insides of her legs softly rub against me as she uses her hands to press against my shoulders and hold me against the back of the couch. Down. Down. Down. With slow, precise, rythymic movements she maneuvers herself against me like a wave crashing languidly upon the shore. I lean forward to kiss the small crease where her collar bone meets her shoulder and work my arms free to caress the soft skin of her back. Her fingers work their way up under my shirt and she pulls it over my head, leaving it so that the neck covers my eyes like a blindfold. Without my sense of site, I work my hands around her body from memory, teasing my fingers along the elastic of her panties and slowly along the outer edges of her legs. I feel her fingers pop the button of my jeans and she starts to pull them and my underwear out from under me. Next thing I know, I smell the distinctive aroma of her crotch as she pushes it in front of my face. She must have, somehow removed her panties and her now-exposed pubic hairs tickle my nose as I stick out my tongue to taste her wonderful juices. She pushes me down lower on the couch so that she can crouch over my face and I reach my arms around her legs to pull my head up closer to the growing warmth between her legs. A quiet sigh escapes her lips as I bury my tongue in between the folds of her labia and start to gently tickle her clitoris with my tongue. My eyes still blindfolded, I can only fantasize about the view of her head as its tilted back in ecstasy when I feel her pull my head up into her forcing me deeper into her. My hands squeeze her butt and start to playfully pinch letting her know that I am getting as excited as she is. Soon, she yanks the t-shirt from over my head and motions for me to lay move off the couch and onto the floor. She lays herself on the carpet and pulls me down so that my face is back between her legs. She puts her feet up on my shoulders, allowing me easier access at her sopping wet box but I pull myself up to tease and bite at her nipples. Propped up on one arm, I use the other to play with her, plunging a finger deep inside her as she groans with pleasure and I feel her hands grasp firmly around my rock-hard cock. I nibble on first on her right nipple and then, running my tongue along her cleavage move to her left before moving lazily down to her bellybutton and back between her thighs. My tongue flits like a moth before a flame caressing her clitoris as I work a finger around the inner edge of labia and around the entrance to her vagina. She moves me aside for a moment with one of her hands to feel her growing wetness and to lubricate her fingers before resuming her playing with my throbbing penis. Up and down the shaft she runs her hands, deftly using a fingernail to trace the outline of the shaft, squeezing as a twinge of excitement pulses through her body. She pants and starts to grind her hips closer to my face and I can tell she is getting closer. Closer. Closer. My tongue flicks up and down more frantically until she cries out and grabbing her by the shoulders I pull myself up and plunge deep inside her. My arms reach around her thighs to hold her legs up in the air as I drive myself deep into her warmth and I feel her pulsate as the throes of a strong orgasm rock her body. Her head shudders as her fingers grab firmly on my backside and hold me only allowing short, quick thrusts. I manage to still pull out of her and tease the head of my penis along her slippery pussy and highly-sensitive clitoris, sending another wave of pleasure through her body as I again immerse myself within the folds of her labia. In and out I slowly move until I can't take it any longer and I let go with a body-shaking release; a groan excapes my mouth and my eyes clench tightly shut, the excitement hightened by knowing she is watching me as I come. Worn out, I collapse on top of her and she squeezes me tight to her. What was I doing? Where am I? Who cares...this was glorious!