"Then I got to return the favor."
I was impressed. I didn't think sonny boy was clever enough to realize how much a girl appreciates a man who thinks 68 ('I owe you one!') is a stupid idea. I smiled sexily, very ostentatiously licking all the traces of his cum off my hands and lips. "Sounds good, tiger," I purred. "Maybe this sharing a bed won't be so bad after all. Let's see how you are in real life."
I have to give him credit, he wasn't as clumsy as the guys my age usually are. He didn't just grab and grope, but moved slowly and sensually. He started by brushing my hair off my shoulder, kissing his way to my ear, taking the lobe between his lips like a tiny clit. Oooohh! The kid was good. His tongue then moved along the canals of my ear, before sliding down my neck to my shoulder.
Meanwhile, his hands had been caressing my breasts gently through my clingy bra (the mate to the black thong). Mmmm! He either had practice, or had been doing some really extensive studying. By the time his tongue worked its way down to my nipple, he'd slickly removed the bra and set it aside. The attention to my breasts and nipples was firm, but not brutal: licks, teasing, and finally the kind of near-bite that turns me into an absolute slut!
I started to peel off the thong, but his hands beat me to it. He made a thing out of it, slowly sliding it down my legs, taking the opportunity along the way to grope and probe everything below my waist; even my surprised little butthole got a tickle. I couldn't take it any more. "Listen, kiddo, you've got work to do here! Don't you know it's not polite to keep a lady waiting?" I wanted to slap the smirk off his face, but I had to admit, he had a right to feel proud. Big sister was wet and waiting for him to prove his abilities. |