Emily Brown’s first encounter with village Casanova
Andrew Brookes shook her to her core and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking
about it, which was ridiculous for someone who was about to turn 21 to be so
affected.
After all she’d been fingered plenty of times since
that first time at a church picnic when she was 14 but she had never been
fingered like that before.
The
moment he probed her honey pot in search of her G-spot,
the erogenous area of her vagina, and when he found it she went rigid
as he evoked strong sexual arousal with his expert stimulation and blew
her mind before he brought her to a powerful orgasm, causing her to
collapse limply in the leather chair panting like a racehorse at the end of the
race.
The result of that first encounter had left her
wanting more and she was eager to find out what he had in store for her on
Sunday.
She was wearing a black dress with matching
accessories including high heels and a black overcoat because although it was
late September there was a distinct autumnal feel in the air, which was also
the reason she got a cab.
When she arrived, he let her in and after taking
her coat showed her into the lounge which was softly lit, she was in the middle
of the room unsure where to sit, when he said
“Are you wearing tights?”
“No, stockings”
“Show me” he said, so she put her handbag down on
the chair and lifted the hem of her dress to expose her stocking tops and she
blushed as he stared at her
“Higher” he instructed and as she raised the hem
higher to expose her underwear, she blushed deeper
“Good” he responded and gestured for her to cover
up
She still didn’t know where to sit, though she was
naturally drawn to the Leather Chesterfield where Andrew had fingered her to
such great effect, but her decision making was curtailed when he interrupted
her thought process.
“Go and stand against the wall”
“Where?”
“Between the windows”
“Oh ok” she responded doubtfully
When she was in position he walked over to stand in
front of her and she asked impatiently
“Why am I standing here?”
“Shush” he said and put a finger to her lips and
she rolled her eyes
“Unzip your dress” he said and she nervously obeyed
his instruction
Then placing his hands on her shoulders, he
adjusted her position slightly before pushing the straps off her shoulders and
the front of the dress
fell away to her waist
“Wiggle
your hips” he said and when she did the dress slipped instantly to the floor
and without being told she stepped out of it and kicked it away with her
stiletto heeled foot.
“Perfect”
he said as he stepped back and admired her in her silk Teddie, stockings and
suspenders, while ignoring her discomfiture, which was palpable.
He
moved in close to her again and adjusted her position slightly and then
beginning at her shoulders he lightly traced his hands
across the silk, followed the contours of her breasts and as they settled on
her hips he sank slowly
to his knees.
On
her hips his fingers slipped beneath the silk Teddie and from the high leg his
fingers pulled the material away from her skin as they moved slowly to her
gusset, which he noted was already moist, and he slowly and deliberately un-popped
each popper one by one, and at no point did he make contact with her skin,
which had Emily in a turmoil, evidenced by her shifting her body weight from one leg to the other.
When
he had finished opening her crotch, he lifted the damp front flap and tucked it
up under the front of her Teddie exposing the luxuriant black bush.
As
he knelt before her, he glanced up and noticed Emily
had her eyes closed and was biting her lip as she waited for his next move, she
didn’t have to wait long as his hands settled on her knees and her legs
trembled.
They trembled further when his hands reached her
stocking tops then his mouth set off on a quest to catch them up as he kissed
his way slowly along her leg until he reached the softness of her inner thigh,
at which point Emily transferred her weight onto one leg and lifted the other
so she was standing
on one leg, and supported herself by resting the other one on his shoulder to
allow him access to her dewy prize and he hurriedly sort out and
tasted her tangy musk.
Emily desperately clung onto him with one hand and
the velvet curtain with the other as his attentions became more intense and as he supped
enthusiastically on her hot gash, Andrew consumed her
until she shuddered and let out a stifled exclamation,
Then after she had both feet back on the floor
Emily slithered down the wall into an exhausted sweaty dishevelled heap.
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