Me and my Ms

My mind was in a fog. I had never been so excited. I needed to touch her, but she led me by the hand. I felt like a little girl being led by an adult. I didn't feel embarrassed; I just let it happen. It did not matter where she was leading me because I was going to follow her, anywhere. As she led me, I was watching her ass and loved the way it moved. I loved that ass and needed to kiss it.

She showed me the guest bathroom and pointed out all of the things she put out for me. Everything I might need during my stay. I know she wanted to shower before our activities continued, but I was going to miss her. I did not want to part from her.

She then took me to the guest room and explained that I could dry off and change in here. She would return as soon as she felt refreshed. She wanted everything to be fantastic for us tonight.

She took my face into her hands and kissed my lips oh so gently. I pressed for more, but she held me firm. "Soon, little one. We have plenty of time." She then slowly stepped away from me and moved into the hall, and I could hear her go up the stairs.

I stood there a moment to collect my feelings. I was wearing her shirt and I could smell her perfume, along with her womanly scent. That smell made the muscles in my midsection contract, sending a pulse of desire through me.

I was still wearing my panties, and I felt them with my fingers, discovering how wet and slippery they were. I avoided my clit. I could not bear to touch it at that moment. I could hear her moving upstairs and then listened to the shower running. She was getting ready for me. I came back to my senses. I needed to shower. I did not want her to wait for me. I did not want her to be disappointed.

I took off her blouse and folded it, then placed it on the bed. I took off the panties. Folded them up and pushed them down to the bottom of my bag.

I quickly crossed the hall to the bathroom, turned on the water, and adjusted it to a pleasant, hot temperature. I got in and wetted myself down, avoiding getting my hair wet. The water was hot, and it felt good. I found the bottle of soap she put out for me, and I began cleaning myself from my feet to my hips.

The scent of the soap was reminiscent of roses and possibly other flowers. Feminine, but not sweet. A woman's scent, not a little girl's.

I avoided my pussy but moved up my torso to my breasts. I allowed my hands to linger on my breasts. It felt so good, thinking of her hands on them, and my hands were mimicking hers. Oh god, it was good. I had to stop before I got carried away.

I finished washing my face, arms, and underarms, making sure I was nice and clean. I was hot and needed to cool down. I lowered the water temperature till it was a bit chilly. It felt refreshing and helped clear my mind of the mental fog.

I then soaped up my hands and washed my butt, being sure I was perfectly clean, then I moved onto my pussy. I spread my legs and rinsed off my pussy. The cool water is chilly on my hot core. I was careful to rinse myself clean without teasing my pussy more than I could take.

My mind wandered, imagining her cleaning me there. Touching me and making sure I was clean. It was a lovely thought, and I wanted it to happen before the weekend ended. I had to stop myself; I did not want to keep her waiting. I turned off the water and reached for the towel she put out for me.

As I dried off, I could hear the shower upstairs turn off. She was done showering also. I moved across the hall to the bedroom and continued to dry myself off thoroughly. I opened my bag and took out the nightclothes I had brought--basically, a matching set of stretchy shorts and a t-shirt I usually wear to bed.

I wasn't sure I wanted to wear them. They were not very attractive, but I didn't have anything else. I should have brought a nightgown. I did not expect this situation. But now I realize I should have. I was too excited to think straight. Well, it was all I had, so I put them on. No bra or panties.

I suddenly realized that she told me never to wear a bra in her house. She wanted to feel them when she wanted. It felt naughty to accept such a request, but I knew I would. My mind went back to her playing with my breasts, and I needed to feel her touching them again. My mind was drifting again. I imagined her hands on my body.

I thought of the blouse on the bed and moved to pick it up. I brought it to my nose and breathed in deeply. Her scent filled my mind. I was almost disappointed that she would now be fresh and clean and would no longer smell of her womanly odor.

I found myself breathing shallowly, taking in her scent as I relived our earlier moments in my mind. Suddenly, I could hear her moving upstairs. I refolded the blouse and put it back on the bed.

She called down, "How are you doing?".

I jumped at the sound, and I had to clear my throat before calling back, "I am doing well." I cringed at the sound of my voice. I was unsure of myself, and my voice conveyed that.

She said, "When you are all set, why don't you come up. Oh, and bring the wine and glasses."

Again, I felt unsure of myself, but I needed to go up. I padded to the kitchen, grabbed the glasses and the bottle, and headed to the stairs. I started up the stairs, and I realized I could hear my heart breathing.

I found myself going up quietly and slowly. My breathing was already fast in expectation. I could feel how wet my pussy was again, and I was again drifting into the fog of my excitement.

At the top of the stairs was a door and a soft light coming from it. I entered, worried that I might be intruding. However, I proceeded until I entered the room. To the right was the bed and, in the corner, a big comfortable chair. She was sitting there looking at me.

She looked amazing, wearing a dark burgundy gown. Thin straps going over her shoulders, to the lace over her breasts. Her large, dark nipples showed through the lacy material. The lace ended below her breasts. And a silky material flowed down from there to below her knees. The way she was sitting, you could see slits up each side. It went all the way up to her hips, exposing both legs and inner thighs. The material flowed down her pelvis between her legs to the floor, covering her most private parts. And there was that smile. The smile that made me want her even more.

I did not know what to do. All I could do was stare at her.

She said, "Mmm. I am glad you like". She stood up and came to me.

I wanted to go to her, but I had the glasses and the wine.

She just walked up, took the glasses and the bottle, and set them on a table next to the chair. When she turned, I could see how the fabric outlined her ass, and I held my breath, just loving the sight. She turned and returned to me, but I was still frozen, staring at her. Too excited to move.

She reached out and took both my hands, lacing her fingers with mine. Our hands, now linked and at our sides. She leaned forward and kissed me gently, first on the lips, but also on my cheeks.

I wanted more, but as I moved to kiss her harder, she pulled back, teasing me.

Then she kissed my cheek, and then down my neck.

I wanted to hold her, but my hands were trapped. I tried to let go, and she looked down at me with a stern look. Then a smile. She let my hands free, and I threw my arms around her. My arms around her waist, my lips kissing her chest above her breasts. I soaked in her warmth, and her perfume filled my head. The same scent that was on her blouse. I pressed myself into her, rubbing my hips into hers.

She, too, was holding me, hugging my head to her chest. Fingers in my hair, stroking my scalp. Her kisses landed on the top of my head. I looked up to her, and she gave me that smile.

Her hands moved down, pushing my arms down in the process. I let her guide me. Her hands reached the bottom of my shirt, grabbed it, and started sliding it up.

She freed my arms so I could put them up to let her take off my shirt. She tossed it over her shoulder, landing someplace behind her.

My arms came back down to her neck. This time, I pulled her to me, and my mouth found hers, and we joined, tongues meeting in a frantic dance.

I wanted her so bad. I rubbed my pussy into her leg. I held on to her neck, not letting her pull back from me.

Her hands were on my back, caressing me from the back of my neck to my shorts and up again. Her fingers on my bare back just made me push against her harder.

She pulled me closer and lifted me to my tiptoes. Her hands grasped my shorts, pushing them down. She pushed back from me a bit, working my shorts over my ass.

I had to let go of her, but kept my hands on her head as she lowered my shorts to the floor.

Putting her hands on my arms, she stepped back a bit and looked down at me. I could feel her eyes look down my body from my face to my breasts and down to my pussy.

I wanted her to see. I just refused to be embarrassed. I wanted her to enjoy seeing me. I wanted her to feel as excited as I was. The idea thrilled me. I wanted to be hers. I lowered my head and my eyes to control my self-consciousness. Despite the flutter of nervousness, I stood still and let her move me as she wished. She raised my arms and held them outstretched from my sides.

"Such a lovely girl." She said as she gathered me in her arms. She pulled me to her and hugged me hard.

I still held my arms out from my sides. I could only luxuriate in the feel of her. She was comforting and warm.

"You are such a good girl". She said as she loosened the grip she had of me.

I reached around her middle and held on to her. My lips moved over the texture of the lace that covered her breast. I snuggled my face into them and inhaled her scent. Warm and lovely. Not yet the musky smell of her that I loved, but getting there,

I pulled back from her for a moment, reached up, and took hold of the straps holding up her gown. She moved to make it easier to lower them to her elbows. I moved in and kissed her neck. Licking the spot just below her ear. Feeling her skin with my lips and tongue. I am licking her and sucking her skin into my mouth. I wanted to taste her as well as feel and smell her.

I felt her free her arms of the straps, and she hugged my head to herself. I could hear her breath pick up and then her kisses on the top of my head. I could feel her excitement building, which caused mine to build as well.

I moved my lips to her chest, and I pulled the lace covering them down to expose her breasts. With my lips, I found the top curve of her breast and followed it down. My eyes were open and I could see the curves of her breasts. The close-up images of that moment just added to the dream-like quality of the experience.

Down my lips went till they found her large nipple, rippled and firm against my lips. Opening my mouth, I allowed my tongue to feel the texture.

She pulled on me, forcing her flesh against my mouth.

I opened wider and took in the nipple and sucked gently. She pulled even harder. I took her nipple deeper into my mouth and sucked a bit harder. I could feel her hands shaking.

I was shaking. I was again getting frantic. I needed more, my hands grabbing and gently squeezing her breast. I moved my mouth to her other breast and sucked there also. My hands, holding that breast to my mouth.

I could hear her say, "oh god", which thrilled me even more. Her hands grabbed mine, helping me to squeeze them. She wanted more also.

I kissed and licked and sucked on all parts of both of her breasts. I needed more of her.

She was breathing harder, and without stopping me, in the least, she said she needed to lie down.

I did not respond at first, but eventually it sank in. The bed would be fantastic. This time, I was the one to stop. I pulled my head back and looked at her. She looked like I felt, excited and in need.

She took my hand and quickly pulled me to the bed. I stopped her when we got there. I wanted that gown out of my way.

She turned away from me and lowered her gown to her waist. Looking back at me, she then dropped the back of her gown below her ass cheeks. Her face changed, and I realized I was staring again. Then she lowered the gown and let it drop to her feet.

I took a moment to take her all in. Such a feminine figure. From her breast to her belly, and lower to her clean-shaven pubic mound, which was soft and sexy. I wanted to kiss her everywhere.

She then sat on the bed, swung her legs in, and rolled away from me. As she did, her ass was pointing at me. God! It was beautiful, and I needed to feel it. I dropped to my knees on the bed myself and moved to her. Her back still toward me, I moved one hand up her spine from her lower back to her neck. At the same time, my other hand caressed her right butt cheek, from the thigh up to her hip.

Her head went down on her arms, and I could feel her relax.

I shifted myself so I could lie down with her. My right arm was outstretched on her back, and my left arm was over her hip. Snuggling my head into her lower back, kissing and licking all over.

I was feeling almost primal. My left hand played up and down her hip and thigh. But I was hungry for more. I snuck my hand over her hip to roam over her stomach and lower to the apex of her thighs. I could feel the skin above her pussy. No hair, just smooth, clean skin. I so wanted my lips there.

As I played with her upper thighs, she bent her leg at the knee, giving me access to what was hidden. I wanted to dive into her pussy, but tried to control myself. I moved my hand down to her inner thigh, and I could feel it. The slick wetness. Oh god! I inhaled; it just felt so sexy. I played along her thigh, moving upwards till I felt her soft, slick lips on the tips of my fingers.

I realized I wasn't breathing, let out a sigh, and took a long, deep breath in. I felt as though I were almost fainting, as if in a dream. I softly felt up and down her lips, allowing my fingers to enjoy the soft slickness that was there.

I needed to feel deeper, and my fingers lowered to the very bottom of her lips, and I wiggled my fingers into her folds. I could feel her legs stiffen, and she drew in a long breath. I could now feel her opening and the copious wetness that was there. I played with her, drenching my fingers in her moisture.

As I approached the top of her slit, I rained kisses over her back, concentrating on the top of her ass. My lips and tongue focus on the spot where her cheeks begin to separate. I slid my middle and index finger up and down the little button I found at the apex of her pussy. She was arching her ass into my face, avoiding my fingers, but I kept up stroking her clit.

She suddenly closed her thighs and squeezed them together, trapping my hand. I could hear her groan as she rolled more onto her stomach. As she moved, she took my hand with her, pulling me across her back.

Now my face was even with her ass. My right hand pressed into her back. I moved up so I could kiss her oh so soft ass. The best pillow ever. I rained kisses all over both cheeks.

I eventually was able to free my hand from her thighs and used both hands to push myself up to a kneeling position. I then leaned over and buried my face in her ass. Kissing and licking the soft cheeks. My hands, now gripping her flesh, kneaded it to feel her body better. To grip it and massage her there.

I could hear her moan again. God, I so wanted her to enjoy this. I wanted her to need me as much as I needed her. Again, I was becoming overstimulated.

I felt her hand on the back of my head, pulling my face into her ass. I pulled apart the cheeks and started kissing down the crack of her ass. I found the muskiness I loved and have been longing for. I drew in that scent of her and felt the muscles of my abdomen begin to spasm. I loved the smell of her. It felt so raw and so obscene. I continued to kiss and lick down the crack, loving the feel of the wetness my lips and tongue left there. My cheeks sliding against hers.

Then she was rolling towards me, and the hand at the back of my head was pulling me upwards. I allowed her to move even though I did not want to stop kissing her there.

As she rolled onto her back. I looked down at her and saw her wanting as much as I. She motioned to me to come up closer. I crawled up to her face, and her hands pulled me down and onto her.

For the first time, my naked body was in complete contact with hers. So much flesh-on-flesh contact was too lovely. Our skin slides against each other. The heat radiating from her was amazing. Our legs intertwined, our bellies touching. My breasts snuggled into hers. I kept my eyes closed, just concentrating on the sensations coming from my skin. My mind was fogging over. I never knew it could be so good.

Then she was kissing me all over my face, and then claiming my mouth. I moaned into her, and then heard her moan too. We were both straining against the other. Our movements, finding a rhythm. My breasts are moving back and forth over hers, stimulating not just my nipples, but all of my breasts and chest. Her pelvis was rubbing back and forth over my hip. She pulled her mouth from mine and pulled my head into her neck. She was breathing so hard.

I kept on kissing, but now my tongue was exploring the skin of her neck. I never wanted my lips to leave her body.

She firmly grasped my head and tangled her fingers in my hair, pressing my lips into hers. Then she was pushing my head lower, and I knew what she wanted.

I used my arms to help slide down her body. My lips, trailing over her chest to her right nipple. I gently kissed it and ran my tongue over it.

She used the leverage she had over my head to pull me more tightly against her.

I opened my mouth and allowed her to force her nipple into my mouth. I sucked it into my mouth and applied some gentile suction. I lashed her nipple with my tongue as quickly as I could.

She still held me to her, so I sucked even harder to see if that was what she wanted. She responded by bending her legs at the knee and raising her hips to press up into me. I slid between them now, trapped between her thighs.

She pulled my head over to her other breast, and I immediately applied the same treatment to her other nipple. Her response was a strong groan, and her hips pulled against me.

I tried capturing her nipple in my teeth and applying some pressure, biting it with more and more force while teasing the tip of her nipple with my tongue. Her breathing just stopped as if trapped, then she pulled my head away, and back to the first nipple. Her breathing began again with a sudden intake of air. She started breathing hard. I again sucked hard on her nipple and applied my teeth again.

She was breathing in big, gasping breaths and then suddenly pulled me away from her nipple. Now my lips were pressed to her sternum, and I opened my eyes and looked up at her. Her head was back, eyes closed. God, she was sexy, and I loved how she looked. I wanted her to stay this way. I wanted her to feel even more pleasure. I wanted to do this for her.

I know what she needed. I slid down lower, kissing and tasting the skin of her belly, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh. Her legs parted wider, allowing me to settle between them.

Then I remembered that her pussy was shaved. That thought made the muscles in my abdomen convulse. I could feel my vagina contract and hold. My breath caught in my lungs. God, this was so raw, so carnal.

It took me a moment to recover, but I moved quickly down to the slight mound below her belly. I kissed her there. Really just a series of small pecks, as my lips explored her. I pulled back a moment to look at her. Such a lovely curve. Just a rise before the folds of her lips. I looked up further to see her hands roaming over her breasts. Her head back, mouth open.

She raised her legs, parting herself even more. So sexy. To be so close to her pussy. A tremor ran through me again. I was going to kiss her there. I was going to lick her. I was going to taste her. I was unsure what to expect. Then I felt her fingers touch the top of my head. She wanted, and I needed to please her.