“Oh my God, Lisa, not here, not now.”
“Later, after dinner, we’ll have a moment alone. I promise.”
“We’ll make up some excuse, go down to the gazebo and look for stars. I’ll figure something out, trust me.”
I heard Lisa groan under her breath, and felt my panties snap back into place from her bite that turned into a grin.
“Ouch,” I said, as we both began to laugh again, me with my ass up against the kitchen counter and Lisa, like an animal on her hands and knees, at my feet.
During dinner the guys carried on most of the conversation, while me and Lisa exchanged glances and ran our tongues over the tongs of our forks and the curves of our spoons, seductively at every opportunity.
Lisa in particular took great pleasure at turning herself into the visual equivalent of my main course, as she gobbled through the lobster bisque soup and then made a show of gratitude and amusement for all, by licking the last drop from her bowl.
“After dinner, I’m going to show Lisa how well the succulents are doing. We’re going to take a quick tour of the gazebo. You guys will have to wait for your desert,” I said.
I looked over at Lisa and watched her smile return, obviously pleased with the way I managed to practice what I preached.
As soon as we walked out the door, I took Lisa’s hand in mine and brought it up to my mouth. I licked her finger tips, my fragrance of perfume, earth and izmit escort bayan salty air from our moment in the kitchen, was still there infused on the back of her hand.
Lisa tried to run away with me, pulling at my hand, as she leaped like a leopard down the path to the gazebo. We were both breathless, as we trudged up the last few steps to the top of the knoll and looked out over the valley.
The sunbrella fabric on the daybed was wet with evening dew, so we planted ourselves on pine wood wood floor and listened to it squeak under our combined weight, until we were silenced by the crickets, carrying out their own evening mating rituals.
“God, I loved the way you were turning me on tonight Lisa.”
“I love to flirt,” she said.
And that was true. Lisa could flirt the robes off priest, I thought to myself. It didn’t matter with her, man, woman or boy, she could make lovers out of the lot of them. She could hug and kiss like nobody’s business and she did it with abandon, which sometimes got her into trouble.
With me it was different. She knew from experience to respect my limits and generally followed my lead, and tonight was no different, as I reached over and took her hand and squeezed.
She let out a sigh, and rested her head on my shoulder.
I reached around with my other hand and ran my fingers through her long blonde hair. I felt the fuzz on the back of her neck.
Instinctively, izmit eve gelen escort Lisa let go of my hand and pulled her top up over her head. Her gold necklaces and chains were suspended and captured in the fold between her unbelievably perfect breasts.
She held me by my shoulders and gently pushed me onto my back. I stretched out my legs as she straddled my hips.
I rested on my back and watched as Lisa stood up, unfastened her shorts and let them drop to the floor along with her panties, which she let dangle from her toes and then drop into my lap.
They were moist, almost wet to the touch, as I brought them up to my nose, and took in her now familiar fragrance of musk, vanilla and our mixed aroma of tell-tale salty air.
She got down on all fours above me, her breasts dangling at my chest, the outline of a micro-bikini tan tantalizingly white against her smooth brown skin. She shook her breasts inches from my face, like minnows before a shark, she lured my fingers up onto her nipples.
Then I took her breasts into both hands and squeezed them together like a sandwich. I took both nipples into my mouth, then sucked, bit and pulled as she tossed her hair and arched her back.
I felt the weight of her hips on my pelvis as she rubbed her pussy on mine. My skirt was up around my waist, as I spread my thighs and pulled my knees up, giving izmit otele gelen escort Lisa full access and permission to work her magic between my legs.
She humped me and fucked me with her pussy, as I took full advantage of her breasts, which I knew were the gateway to her love. She once told me she could orgasim from her nipples alone, and I believed her, as the sounds of her moaning filled the canyon.
“I want you to taste me. I want to sit on your face,” she said.
I watched, as got up onto her knees, reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips with her finger, giving me a glimpse of her clitoris and the entrance to her vagina.
She took my hand from her breast and rubbed my fingers along with hers over her smooth vulva and then into her vagina. She used my fingers along with her own to tease her clitoris and spread wetness into every corner.
I watched and felt her knees and thighs move up and over my shoulders, and hold on like a vice to my shoulders and my head, as she lowered herself into my mouth and waiting tongue, which I used like a cock, pushing it into her as far as I could then pulling it out and past her clitoris like a feather.
She played with her nipples, as she rode my mouth, smothering me with her pink pussy, lips and clit.
Her rhythm turned steady, like a horse’s trot, forward then back over my mouth, up then down onto my face.
As she begin to grind down onto me harder, I bit into her, taking her pussy lips and clit between my lips, teeth and tongue, cushioning the blows.
“Oh yes, yes,” she said, as her moans changed into a song, and she screamed into the night air and the river of clear sweet cum that spilled onto my face.