The conversation was short and one sided for me.
“Hi sweetie.”
“Well Bob nearly cost us a filing but he got that straight.”
“Yes, he’s doing fine, no problems which couldn’t be over come.”
She laughed, “Yes, we managed without too much embarrassment and before you ask, no, there wasn’t a happy ending, of any sort.”
She covered the phone with her hand and winked at me while whispering, “At least not yet any way.”
I popped my eyes open raising my eyebrows at that remark and then blinked at her. Not sure how she meant it.
She glanced at the clock on the wall, “Oh that’s good. So, Sunday morning? Text me the details and we’ll be there.”
She got a text, “Got it, see you then. Love you, be safe.”
She hung up. “Kev will be back earlier than he thought, he’s already on the way back and in a layover in Frankfurt. He’ll be home tomorrow morning around 8 am” she said more to herself than to me. She turned the TV on again and she sat watching but with this far away look she got when deeply in thought, after a few moments she said, “You and Anne still have that arrangement?”
I was caught off guard, “Arrangement?” She frowned at me, I caught up, “Oh, that… yup.”
She turned onto her left side so that her head was propped up by her left hand, her elbow on the left love seat arm rest, she had turned onto her left side slipping her right foot across my lap onto the right arm rest, her left foot was pressed against the outside of my left thigh. More importantly her right calve was laying across my cock. So basically she was laying on her left side with her left knee bent in front of her.
Glancing at her she seemed focused on the TV and remained that was for a while. That’s when I noticed her nipples. A blind man would have seen them. It certainly wasn’t the episode of Rome doing this.
My cock once again began to swell, right under Beth’s calve..
Beth had to have felt it.
Over the next few minutes Beth began to move her calve, every so slightly until it was moving just a little bit back and forth over my cock. Needless to say, I got harder.
I adjusted myself in my seat pivoted just a bit to my left and in her direction, at the same time I slipped my left hand under her stola and onto the bare flesh⁴ of her right calve. She stopped moving it.
Neither one of us was looking at the other, we were “watching” the TV. My finger tips slid up and down the outside of her calve from her knee to her ankle. As if I had been unaware I stopped and said, “Oh, sorry” but let them slowly stroke her calf a few more times before stopping.
“Oh, don’t stop, that felt really nice,” she said.
Letting my hand move with her calve and in no small part encouraging it’s movement, I concluded the writing was on the wall so I turned toward Beth until I was facing her, my left calve under my right thigh, her right foot now sideways against my chest, the sole flat against my chest.
Stroking her foot I said, “Anne really likes my foot massages, maybe you’d like one?”
She replied, “I thought you’d never ask” and rolled onto her back. In doing so she bent her knees and placed both feet onto my lap.
Keeping her knees tightly together, Beth now had the soles of both feet lying against my chest. The stola covered the tops of her thighs to the knee but with her knees bent I could see the bottoms of her thighs all the way to her butt cheeks.
This enticing view only served to get me even harder.
I lifted Beth’s left foot and began massaging it. I couldn’t manage my usual firm grip but with minimal pain, more like stiffness, I was able to do an acceptable massage of all the pressure points on the sole.
Beth settled comfortably and closed her eyes. She scooted her butt toward me a bit and closed her eyes saying, “That’s really nice,” and paused for a few moments before adding, “I’ll give you until tomorrow to stop. God that’s nice,” with that said she relaxed her thighs and they slowly fell apart.
I missed the next thing she said because her thighs falling open had given me a clear unobstructed view directly between her thighs.
And No, I did not avert my eyes. You’re damned right I looked and look I did.
My gaze was greeted by a deliciously manicured and trimmed pussy. I glanced up, her eyes were closed.
Beth’s quim was a delight to behold. Her bush wasn’t bald as is all the rage these days but rather cut short with the front edges well defined and trimmed. The hood of her clit was puffy and pushing out from between folds of fur covered flesh. At first I thought it was her outer labia bit it wasn’t. The clitoral hood folded around hiding her clit and then melded into her outer labia. As the plump labia descended between her thighs I could see her inner labia. It was almost like she had three sets of labia.
I glanced back up to look at Beth, her eyes were still closed. No further hinting was necessary. Although not sure whether she meant only to flash me, I threw caution to the wind and moved.
Bending my head down I softly spread kisses around the top of her left foot moving from her ankle to her toes and then changed to slip my tongue back up to her ankle. Her only reaction was to sigh and tilt her foot down to point at me. I repeated this on her right foot.
Going any further up her leg as I well intended to do required my moving from the chair.
Holding an ankle in each hand I
kissed slowly up her right calf as my butt slowly slid off the seat. Without opening her eyes she pivoted her hips to follow her legs until I found myself kneeling between her knees.
My hands slipped under her knees, as I kissed the inside of each knee my hands cupped the bottom of each thigh sliding up under each before going around the outside to grip the tops of her thighs.
Beth still had showed no real reaction or resistance but signaled her own interest by slowly pulling her sheet/stola up until her legs were bare and it lay just below her navel making her naked from the waste down.
One thing I love beyond all description is going down on a woman. There’s just something about it that feels more like I’m worshiping or really making love to her pussy rather than being more enthusiastic than effective. The gratification in the pleasuring of your woman also factors. It’s intoxicating the feeling of power you get when just from loving her with your mouth her thighs quiver, her labia swell, the clit engorges, juices trickle over your tongue as her vagina spasms around it, the gasps or cries as an orgasm washes over her.
Anne has assured I know how to be effective but with that said, every woman is different.
Beth had said she loved this but rarely got it from Kev so I took my time hoping her kettle began to boil long before I made the move, as it were.
Slowly I kissed my way up her inner thighs, moving right and left, kissing and pressing my tongue firmly into the soft flesh. Higher I went and as I went I gripped the tops of her thighs best I could and slowly spread her legs further and further apart with my hands.
Beth moved her ass so that her left cheek was just barely on the love seat.
Finally I found myself within striking distance of her pussy. But I still resisted the temptation. I moved back and forth from kissing just to the left and then to the right just where the delicate insides of her thighs turn into pussy. The flesh was ever so soft and supple. Her aroma was intoxicating, but it struck me that she was light and delicate with only the hint of tang to it vice some pussies which can be heavy and musky.
Beth’s breathing had deepened and every so often she’d clench her thighs as I kissed them. She’d placed her hands on her stomach where they lay open but occasionally would grasp the sheet/stola.
I don’t know how long I teased her like this but apparently she’d had enough and said playfully with a bit of exasperation, “Kev will be home in the morning. If you don’t get started soon it’ll be a threesome.”
I perked up and raised up a bit to look at her. “Oh? A threesome? That might be fun,” and just before moving back to her love pot added, “You might like a spit roast.”
I heard her say, “A what?” right as my hands grasped her thighs as best I could, I lowered my head until my tongue touched that area which taint pussy nor asshole and slathered about a bit. Her hips tilted up a bit in reaction as her asshole puckered. Then moving upward, my tongue slipped deep between her labia pausing only to lick around her opening before moving up to slide round her clit but not touching it.
After several minutes of this I pulled away just enough to get a good close up look. There, just seeping out of her, was a trickle of fluid. My fingers reached up over each thigh just enough to pull her labia apart and expose her clit. I leaned into her so that the tip of my tongue caught the drop before sliding up, doing a little circle around the mouth of her vagina before opening my mouth wide and driving it inside her.
This elicited Beth’s first sound. As my tongue swirled around inside her she gasped, “Ah… uh… God… yes” as her hands grasped me by the back of the head pulling me against her.
Beth’s body was rewarding my efforts by producing a very wet pussy. Not dripping porn pussy but very wet and ready for some love making.
Well I wasnt ready for fucking just yet.
My right hand slid around and under her thigh as my lips surrounded her clit where I used the flat surface of my tongue to slide back and forth across it. My left hand left her thigh and slowly drifted up her belly and over her hands.
In response she intertwined her fingers with mine, her grip tightening when I slid the index finger of my right hand deep inside her, slowly stroking in and out a few times before turning my palm up and beginning a rapid flicking up and down of the tip right at that little firm place known as the g-spot. Her grip made my thumb ache but there wasn’t anyway I was going to say a word and ruin this.
Some women react quite dramatically saying the feeling grows to become almost overpowering. Others don’t feel much at all. My Anne loves my minstrations saying they feel wonderful and she gets very wet but it never resulted in an orgasm itself.
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