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She hiked up her skirt, and my eyes feasted on the curved lines of her calf muscles, the sleek shiny look of her stockings, the swell of her plump thighs, the taught garter straps that gripped the tops of her flesh-toned stockings, and, of course, the lacy white vee of her panties, puffed out slightly by the containment of her pubic hair. Her nipple had grown hard and stiff between my fingers.
I pulled my arm free of her clothing and pulled her head back for a deep-throated kiss. Slowly, I released her head and pulled my mouth away, moving around the chair, sinking to my knees. I gently raised one of her feet, took off her high heel and kissed her stocking-clad toes. Smelling the earth-animal aroma of nylons and feet. Still holding her leg, I kissed her ankle, her calf, her knee, and the upper edge of her stocking. I slowly lowered her leg and set her foot back on the floor. She slid her bottom to the edge of her chair and widened her knees, tentatively. I ran my hands over the surfaces of her elegant legs, squeezing the muscles of her calves and thighs, and then I leaned forward, kissing her legs, breathing in the faint coffee odor of her knees, the earthy-onion smell of stocking-covered thighs, and then further forward, my lips brushed the surface of her panties. Her hips trembled slightly. I breathed the panty odor; flesh permeated cotton, the infinitesimal astringent hint of urine, the soap shed used (Zest evidently!), and overlaying it all, the dizzying, unmistakable aroma of an aroused human female!
I pressed my lips gently against the crotch of her panties and breathed warm air through the material. Her hips shivered again, stronger this time. I trailed a slow lick up her panties, tracing my tongue lightly up her slit under the material. Her fingers moved through my hair and trailed lightly across my breasts as I rose and leaned over her to kiss her hungry mouth. As our lips clung and our tongues danced together, I put my left hand in her lap and rubbed her warm mound through her panties. Slowly, my fingers pried around the edge of her panties to divide and stroke the hot slash of her wet pussy. I pushed two fingers up her vagina and pumped her with my hand until she moaned into my mouth. I spread her juices over her clit and made tiny circles around it until her hips were pumping in the chair, her arms locked around me as she plied my mouth with feverish kisses.
With a tiny high-pitched cry like the call of some exotic bird, she stiffened and shivered, burying her face in my hair. Several times her quivering hips bucked as she gasped and panted into my ear, then oh so slowly her body relaxed, and I accordingly moved away from her clit, gently cupping her cunt in my hand and giving it light squeezes as the
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last echoes of her orgasm died away. At this stage of a womans orgasm, even a tongue would seem abrasive to the hyper-sensitive clitoris, unless of course I had wanted to try and force multiple orgasms, but this didnt seem like the time or place for that. I was paying so much attention to what my hand was doing in her lap that I only belatedly noticed that she was sobbing into my shoulder, still holding me tightly with her arms. "There, there, darling," I soothed and took a shot in the dark, "I know it hurts, but the pain will pass." I had assumed that she was crying about her husband, but as it turned out, I was only half right.
She gently pushed me away and straightened her skirts, then pulled out a Kleenex, gently blew her nose, then pulled out another tissue to wipe her eyes and clean away her smeared lipstick. I was getting that damned dismissed feeling again when she spoke, "Im so sorry, Kathy, to behave this way; I can imagine what you must think of me, but I think I need to be alone now."
"Thats alright, Candice," I began diplomatically, "The offer for friendship still stands; youre probably not really ready for a lover right now. But, I do want to thank you; I really got off to making you come, and Im sorry if I was a little pushy about messing around." I stood up.
She stood up, too, and looked at me earnestly, "Thats part of it, Kathy, but I have to be honest," Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes, then she said, "I enjoyed what you just did very much, but in the long run, I dont really think Im cut out for this female to female business..."
I stepped closer and took her hands. I had to stop her before she made some declaration that she might later feel obliged to stick to like doctrine, "Hey," I interrupted gently, "Sex is just sex. Love is love, and none of that matters right now. I just want to be friends, okay? Now, why dont you just relax and go on with your life. In the mean time, think about having me over for dinner some evening. Well get drunk, cuss men, crack jokes and see who can come up with the worst puns. Or maybe we could even get together with a couple of other girls and go camping or something. Just remember," I released her hands and turned to the door, "the next time you feel depressed, youve got friends out there who care about you. Call us up!"
I opened the door and as I stepped out, I heard her say softly, "Thanks, Kathy, thanks for everything."
I stuck my head in the door, gave her an encouraging wink and left, not trusting myself with her for another moment. I was so angry at the failure of my seduction that I could have bit nails in two, and I was so horny that
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