She lifted her eyes to meet mine and bit her lower lip as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her torn jeans. A flush of springtime warmth spread like a flower from between my legs as I watched her.

 

"You need help?" I said.

"Uh-uh," she said, pushing her jeans to the floor and stepping out of them. She was all leg, and smooth as butter.

"Are you nervous?" I ask.

"Mm, no," she lied, standing at the edge of the bed. She dragged a finger atop the thin quilt, tracing its floral design.

I let my eyes trail down over her small, perky breasts and flat stomach to linger a moment at the tuft of hair crowning her mons. Mons with a slit thin as a pencil line.

"What?" She said, breaking the silence with a nervous giggle.

"C'mere," I said, and drew back the bedding, inviting her in.

"OK." She batted her doe eyes, and crawled onto the mattress like a cat stalking its prey. Her back, arched. Her head, slightly down. Her ass, firm and round, in the air.

She slid in beside me as I pulled the covers over us. My pillowy breasts, grazing against her hard nipples.

"We can stop whenever you want," I assured her, and paused, "Hey..." I lifted her chin, "I mean it."

"I know," she said, "I...I want to."

"To stop?"

"No, I...I meant...I want to keep going."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm. I'm sure."

 

Her gaze explored my mouth, and I leaned in and kissed her with a passion that had existed only in my fantasies. Her lips parted and our tongues slipped past one another's. Then I felt her hand on my hip, her fingers beginning to fan. I cupped the back of her head, my own fingers combing through her long, thick hair. My breath caught in my throat as her hand bedded itself down, in my bush. Her teeth dragged at my lower lip as our mouths parted.

"Is this okay?" She whispered, as if knowing what we were doing went against the moral standards of society.

I nodded, then found her hand and guided it farther down until she felt the heat of my opening. With a finger laid atop hers, we sunk into the moist parting of my labia, where I withdrew my hand, leaving her to go it alone, at her leisure. As she snaked her finger inside of me, another joined in...then another.  

"Like this?" She asked.

Just as I was about to give her pointers, her fingers began to scissor, twist, and hook, and my breathing turned into moans that caught her ear. 

"Just like that, uh-huh...ohhh, ffffahh..."

I touched her shoulder, nudging her lightly. Nothing had to be said; she knew what I wanted, for it was the very thing that had been swimming through her thoughts. She disappeared beneath the covers. There was a brief moment of hesitation before she pressed a kiss into the warm wetness of my pussy. Then I felt her mouth open and, as if Frenching me, her tongue darted inside to swirl about in my vagina. Again, I cupped the back of her head, this time with a firmness to indicate my needs.

"That's it, baby. Just like that. Mmm...my gawd, yes. Don't fucking stop, please. Ohhh."

The room resounded with the wet sounds of her slurping and smacking lips as she ate. I threw back the covers to watch in awe as my fawn fed on me. Her soft eyes, brimming over the bushy turf of my pubes, gazed up at me. She read every silent, heavenly cuss word I mouthed. She paused and the corners of her own mouth turned upward. 

"I said...don't you fucking stop," I said, half jokingly, before planting her face back where it belonged. "You don't stop until I'm ready for you to stop, understood?"

She nodded and giggled and buried her tongue deep inside me, causing yet another wave of pleasure to wash over me. I was close to cumming. Very close. 

"Get ready, baby. I'm gonna cum all over your fucking face, you fucking whore. That's it, eat me. Eat me! Oh-my-god-oh-my-god-oh-my-god...Ohhhh! Baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm c...umming!!!"

I flooded her mouth and coated her face with my maternal juices. I lifted my hand from off the back of her head, and she sat upright only to bend down once more to lay a soft kiss on my clitoris.

"Get up here, baby," I said, mused over her gistening face.

"That was...wow," She said, and wiped her mouth.

"Sorry for cussing. You had me in the clouds."

"No," she said, "I liked that. Don't apologize."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm."

"Awe, good, because..." I started, my words trailing off as I slid out from under the motel sheets and crossed the room, "I'm prob'bly gonna be calling you a lot of things tonight, sweetie. With love, of course."

"Of course," she said, and laughed as she craned her neck to see what I was doing as I fished into my overnight bag. I could almost hear her heart pounding from across the room when she saw the 8-inch, charcoal black dildo. Her playful laughter ebbed into cold silence. I locked eyes with hers as I fastened the harness around my bare hips, securing the dildo in place.