“Oh, that’s great,” she breathed, her hand roaming down her stomach to rest between her legs.
Just a few more inches and she’d be touching her slit. In my mind I could see how this could play out, her wanting me too but even though she was allowing me to suck on her nipples I wasn’t sure if she was bi-sexual or totally oblivious to how this was making me feel. As though she knew what I was thinking she grabbed my hand and guided it under hers. The heat emanating from her was overwhelming.
In a flash I pulled down the front of her panties and held her magnificent pussy in the palm of my hand. Her juices were already oozing and with my middle finger I arched back and ran it along her slit before plunging in, slipping it in and out her.
“Oh, God, that feels great,” she said. “Oh, yeah, fuck me with your fingers.”
She grabbed at me, tearing at my shirt, popping the buttons in her haste as she ripped it from my body. Her hands were all over me, clawing at me and somehow, she managed to remove my skirt until I was only in my bra and panties with my finger still buried deep inside her pussy. I don’t even know how she got my shirt off it all happened so quickly.
“You like that don’t you, you fucking horny bitch,” I whispered as my finger found her clit.
“Oh, God, yes. Oh, yeah, don’t stop. That’s it…just there…oh, God, yes, yes,” she moaned.
She held my head between her hands and brought that delicious mouth of hers to mine where her tongue snaked out to lick at my top lip. I crushed her mouth and yanked at her G-string, tearing them off her in my haste.
She’d unclipped my bra and I wiggled out of my panties. I threw her on her back and splayed her legs wide, burying myself into her snatch. Oh, God, it was heaven, her clit rubbing against my nose while my tongue explored her.
“Oh, that’s fucking great,” she moaned.
She locked her thighs around my head, holding me into her pussy, and I breathed deeply her wonderful scent while my fingers pulled her arse cheeks apart to explore her hole. Inching in my finger, she pushed her pelvis further into my face nearly suffocating me.
“Turn over. I want to taste your cunt,” she urged.
I didn’t need to be asked twice and quickly balance in the 69 position. She pulled me down, devouring me like no other woman ever has, licking, sucking, and exploring, her fingers deep inside me before coating my hole with some of my juices and creeping in.
My tongue flickered magically over her clit as she held me there.
“Oh, yes, I’m coming,” she screamed. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
In and out of her hole I pumped while my tongue continued to punish her clit. As her juices emanated from her, I lapped them up, my tongue entering as I tried to suck every last drop from her. I was wild, absolutely and uncontrollably out of my mind with lust.
She threw me over so now I was lying on my back while she devoured me. Never in my life have I had another woman make love to me so exquisitely, yet so forcefully.
Finally, we took a break.
“Bonny, you’re fucking amazing,” I said, “I never dreamed we’d end up doing this.”
“I hoped we would.”
“You did.”
“Yes, I’ve been wondering how to approach you all this time.”
“Seriously. You never gave an inkling you were into me.”
“I did but you just didn’t notice. Hence the reason I asked for a portfolio, I thought it might be the only way you’d get to see the real me.” She laughed.
“Well I’m fucking glad you did. I’ve had the hots for you too but didn’t know if you were straight or not.”
“Well, now you know, so no more pussyfooting around,” she said, tracing a finger around my breasts and down my belly towards my mound.
“And the photos?”
“Well, seeing we’re both here and naked, why don’t we take some for our own private collection.”
“You fucking kinky little thing,” I said, my mind spinning with the different positions I could get us into and who knew where else that would lead to. I had a box of toys out the back I used for this type of photography but usually it was paying customers.
Now I would end up being the one literally calling the shots and I couldn’t wait to begin especially with such an eager and willing partner. My Old Friend Bridget
I noticed I was always doing things on my own. All my friends were coupled. I’d often wonder if I’d ever find someone I could be truly happy with. It wasn’t that I was fussy; it was just that I didn’t feel that animalistic attraction when I met someone new.