Her Moistures Stirring

Carol’s eyes closed in sleep for only a few minutes, then flickering, then suddenly wide open, looking around, taking things in, seeing me next to her, breaking into a smile. Oh god, R, did I fall asleep, how rude, I must be more tired than I thought, just stay there one minute, I need to go to the bathroom.

Getting up from the bed, covering a yawn with one hand, tousling her hair with the other, walking out the door. Returning a minute later with two glasses of lemon tea from the balcony. Clinking her glass against mine, hey baby, I feel so refreshed, so now, I do believe you were on the point of kissing me.

My hand stroking her upper arm. Reaching up to caress her neck. Kissing her lips. Cupping her breast through her teeshirt, feeling its soft shape. Carol taking my head in her hands, kissing my forehead, rising, starting to undress. Hey baby, I need all of you, no clothes, just naked.

Both of us stripping quickly, climbing onto the bed, holding each other close. Carol looking at me, smiling, her face posing a challenge, okay R, you and your tongue, here I am, see if you can do what you did last time, I’ve been fantasizing about it. Sure honey, so have I, my tongue can’t wait to taste you again.

Lying her back, kissing her nipples, stomach, hips. Enjoying but not tarrying. Sliding down the bed, my feet hanging over the end, pushing her legs apart, lifting her knees. Her pussy parting slightly, a rustling sound just audible, her moistures stirring. My lips touching the hollows on each side. Running my tongue between her lips. Delicious womanly juice with its gliding texture and metallic tang.

My tongue’s tip finding her clitoris, playing briefly. My hands separating her lips wider, her clitoris now more prominent. Licking it lightly, curving my tongue round its shape, releasing it, flicking it. A soft groan from Carol, almost a whimper. Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop, just keep doing that, please don’t stop.

My tongue finding a rhythm, pushing her clitoris from underneath, letting it escape, passing downwards to the side, pushing from underneath again. Occasional side to side variation, then up and down some more. Keep going baby, don’t stop, don’t stop.

Her body stilling, then stiffening. Her hips in a slow roll, pulling back from my tongue, then urgently pushing back for more. A final moment of quiet, then a soft quiver, like sudden release from long pressure. Silence from Carol bar the sound of breath escaping and a near-imperceptible groan. Her body stiffening in a final quiver, then softening, going limp.

Climbing up beside her, wiping her juices from my mouth with my forearm. Carol turning to nestle into me. Oh baby, oh baby, I needed that.