He leaned his head back and tried to sit up straighter. “This could be good.”
Ruth raised herself up off his lap and kneeled on the sofa next to him, resting her arms on the back and her head on her arms. He turned to his side, taking in the new view.
She peeked at him, almost not believing that she could be so wanton. But it wasn’t like she didn’t know him. She had, for almost all her life, and that made all the difference.
And she wasn’t lying about her fantasy. She wanted Nick to watch what she was about to do, wanted to see how hot she could get him before he begged to penetrate her. He got up with alacrity, ripping off his shirt and tossing it aside.
“Keep your pants on. This is about watching.”
“Right.” He kneeled in back of her.
She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and pulled them down about halfway down her thighs, leaving her sheer underwear where they were, still cupping her soft, round ass cheeks.
Ruth set her knees wide apart so the pantyhose were stretched tight. Nick caressed the sides of her hips, pausing to press kisses on the black chiffon of her panties, licking right through the sheer material to her swollen cunt, tasting her briefly and then going back to ass worship.
He stopped only when she reached behind with both hands and began to pull her panties down about halfway, pausing to let him fondle and stroke her ass and take a few gentle nips. Then she pulled her panties down more, really slowly, until her behind was completely bare. She could feel his breath on her naked flesh, knew he was waiting for what she would do next.
“My panties are so wet,” she said softly, bringing her hands back in front of her and touching the soaked black chiffon from inside. She cupped her pussy with the same hand, then stimulated her labia with eager fingers, thrusting one in to get her juices flowing.
Nick sure as hell wasn’t shy. She felt him bury his face between her thighs, thrusting his tongue in where her fingers were, working on her sensitive flesh at just her rhythm and speed.His hands were around her ankles, and he stroked her red velvet shoes, toying with the straps like they were bondage gear, obviously enjoying giving oral pleasure to a woman who was still almost completely clothed.
Ruth knew what she looked like. She’d used mirrors to masturbate this way, looking into a little one that reflected a tall mirror in back of her, aroused by the sight of herself with a skirt pulled up, her panties stretched tautly between her thighs and her bare ass in full view, plump pussy in between. It was like watching another woman and being that woman at the same time.
Nick was licking her harder now, spreading her cheeks with strong hands. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stretched it open, very wide, so he could see the glistening pink.
He took his cue and shoved his tongue in deep, using it like a cock until Ruth began to moan with pleasure. He thrust his tongue again and again, giving her the hot loving she craved there, eager to be of service to her. And he stayed away from her throbbing clit, knowing instinctively that she wanted the experience to last.
After a very thorough tongue-fucking that a dyke would have been proud of—Ruth was almost in tears from the intensely pleasurable sensation of not being able to come—he pulled away, wiping his wet mouth on her warm, bare ass.
Nick got to his feet, standing over her to reach underneath and feel her breasts, overflowing the bra cups. He tugged on her nipples, handling the ringed one with particular gentleness; then kneeled on the sofa with his long, jeans-clad legs on either side of her half-bared thighs. She could feel his erect cock straining against his taut fly, pressing against the lowest part of her spine, almost between her ass cheeks, as he caressed her tits.
He reached around her waist and flipped her over like she weighed nothing, settling her on her back and grabbing her by the straps of the red velvet shoes. He lifted her legs and pulled her pantyhose and the black chiffon panties to her ankles, bunching them up so the little crystal on the ribbon was folded inside.
“I should make you stand up now,” he said, his voice raw. “The way you walk in those high heels just looks so sweet—like you don’t know what you’re doing. Not sophisticated at all, but so sexy.”
“Then let me strip. And I’ll walk for you. Naked. Nothing on but the shoes,” she whispered. Nick’s green eyes shone with deep desire and his cock looked ready to rip through his jeans. Ruth thought with pleasure that he still hadn’t been teased and pleased enough. As much as he’d seen, her peekaboo session wasn’t over.
She folded her legs, knees by her shoulders, so she could unbutton the shoe straps and treat him to a good look at the juicy, bare pussy squeezed between her thighs at the same time. He toyed with the delicate curls that rimmed her inner flesh, watching her take off the shoes. He bent to lick her there with passionate tenderness, as Ruth slowly rolled the pantyhose off her feet, then the black panties, wiggling her toes.
Nick came up for air, wiping his mouth and grabbed her ankles again. He rubbed her toes sensually, easing the slight cramp from their confinement with firm pressure that shot straight to her pussy and made her writhe.
“Hold still, Ruthie.” He put one of her legs over his shoulder, then bent the other one a little, licking and sucking her toes. He rested that foot on his thigh when he was done, and repeated his oral attentions on the other foot. Ruth wriggled with pleasure. Then he set that foot down too so that her thighs were widely spread and she was completely open to him. He stroked the sensitive, silky flesh on the inside of her thighs for a minute before he spoke again.
“Go ahead and masturbate,” Nick said. “I want to watch. I want to learn exactly what you like.” He gazed dreamily into her eyes until Ruth slid her hands down her body, undoing the last of the tiny buttons on her top and pulling it open but keeping it on. Her skirt was rucked up around her waist—below it, everything was bared to him.
She took her clit between her middle finger and her thumb, pulling it up from the slick flesh that enfolded it.
“Want me to suck that?”
“No,” she whispered. “I don’t want to come yet.” But she did want to turn him on even more. She rolled it, even pinched it, and heard him draw in a ragged breath. He was staring hard at her pussy. He watched her masturbate for a little while longer, then took her hand and sucked her hot juice off her fingers.
“Get up,” he said hoarsely. He picked up the red velvet shoes from the floor. “And put these back on and do that strip you promised me.”
“Mmm,” was all she said. Ruth sat up, feeling deliciously woozy, and bent over to strap on the shoes, standing with unsteady grace. He grabbed her skirt and pulled it down, flopping back into the sofa cushions.
“Oh, yeah. I can see your pussy from here. Go, girl.”
Her long, dark hair was mussed and half-hiding her face as she reached around behind and unzipped the skirt. With a seductiveness that amazed her, Ruth slid the micromini down over her hips and stepped out of it. Then she slipped her unbuttoned top down around the tops of her arms, using it to squeeze her breasts higher out of her bra.
She turned around, letting him look at her ass. Nick didn’t grab, just reached for it. His hands were big enough to clasp each cheek. He spread them while she stood there. She knew he was looking at that tight little hole in between. Ruth let the top slide off her arms to the floor and arched backward, letting him support her with his hands on her spread cheeks, and unhooking her bra.
Naked, feeling sexed up, she just stood there, teetering on those red velvet platforms. Then she twisted her hips and tried to turn around, but he wouldn’t let her.
Okay, she thought. Have it your way. Ruth bent over at the waist, sliding her fingers into her dripping wet pussy again, knowing he could see exactly what she was doing.
“Get back on the sofa and do that,” Nick moaned. “Face to the wall, ass to me.” She obeyed, amused by how fast he moved