0 comments/ 20559 views/ 0 favorites Unsuspecting Eyes By: Storyguy For better or worse, I went to the party that night. I had not been to a fraternity party in three years, that being the time since I had been in school. Graduation was not the cause of my departure, but rather I took a job as a police officer. I was happily working in a major city in Texas and enjoying the reputation and prestige of my employer. Other officers would look at me with raised eyebrows and give nods of approval. I was the local boy done good, so to speak. I heard that some of my old college buddies were going to be at this party. It was, after all, the annual big spring party. Everyone who was anyone would be there. I only worked four days a week. So I took two days off and was looking forward to my five day weekend. That would give me plenty of time to recuperate from my partying. I arrived at the fraternity house a little early. People were milling about. Some were actually working on decorating. Others were just working on a buzz. I was just looking for my friends. What I found were a bunch of pledges and a few girls helping to decorate. There was one cute blonde who had caught my eye. 5'3", blonde hair, blue eyes. Her smile made her stand out more than her figure. But her figure was remarkable on it's own. Needless to say, I marked her face in my memory for a later encounter and went on searching for my friends. I was told that the guys I was looking for were still at their apartment. So I got directions from a slightly intoxicated pledge and drove off in my truck. At the appropriate partying hour, I arrived in style. I had prepared to be noticed and made sure that it happened. My truck was freshly detailed, bright red and shiny. There weren't many parking places left when I arrived at 11:30, so I just pulled into the front lawn. An alumni has some privileges that a member wouldn't dare to think possible. I had been out of school for three years and was at least four years older than most of the party-goers. Unfortunately, I look two years younger than most of them and I have to take steps to make myself look older. I dress far better than the average guy. I am out of the league of most college guys when it comes to wardrobe. Again, I arrived in style. I had my favorite slacks, khaki-linen, with a tight white cotton tee, under a smartly tailored black poplin shirt. My sleeves were rolled up just a little and my top two buttons were open. You could use the surface of my shoes as a mirror. I had spent two hours polishing them the night before. I'm not a fantastic male specimen. At 5'8", I don't really intimidate too many people. I weigh about 185, but look more like 150. I carry my muscles well and don't strive to show off my true strength unless I find it really necessary. Most of the time I'm wearing the thing that sets me apart, my smile. Somehow I flash my smile and people relax. They trust me. Of course, my puppy-dog, brown eyes don't take anything away from the effect. I was set to enjoy the evening. I stepped down from my truck and immediately pledges were trying to put a drink in my hand. They were falling over themselves, partly in reverence and partly from inebriation. They looked crushed when I told them I didn't drink. But after a few seconds, the alcohol in their systems erased the memory of this strange, sober alumni, and they moved on with their partying. My buddy's were not at the front of the house, so I decided I would have a better chance of finding them by searching through the house first and then the back yard. There were about two hundred people in the house and possibly three hundred in the back yard. I hoped they would see my truck and start looking for me as well. I was walking, or more precisely creeping, through the house when I saw this pair of eyes. They belonged to the cute blonde I had seen earlier and she was sitting on the counter in the kitchen. (Without intending any sexism, I think their is just something incredibly sexy about a beautiful woman in the kitchen.) She was no exception. She had a white button down blouse that had the sleeves pegged at the elbow. She wasn't showing any cleavage and the buttons weren't bursting off of her. She just looked sexy. Her pants were black and tight. They just looked inviting. Immediately, I wanted to take her away from the party and find some quiet place for the two of us. I am certain that I was not the only person checking someone out. Her eyes locked with mine for a brief moment. Someone next to her was talking to her and she briefly looked at him. When her eyes returned to me, she gave me a thorough examination. I am sure I passed the test as she had to bit her lips to prevent me from seeing her smile spread. After seeing it earlier that afternoon, I wish she had allowed her smile to blossom. It would have melted the world away. I continued my creeping towards her, through the crowd. As I closed the gap to less than four feet, my buddy stepped in fromt of me, hand extended arm around my shoulders. "Ryan, how the hell are you? Man, I haven't seen you in . . . ." The rest was lost in the wall of noise around me. I might have stood a chance of hearing what Dan was saying to me if she hadn't started walking towards me. While Dan was going on and on about how many pretty girls were here and how I should have no problem finding some company for the night, the one girl I wanted to talk to calmly squeezed past me, brushing against me in the process. She looked up and smiled briefly. I was amazed. She said nothing, but pressed on. As she brushed against my side, we were the only two people in the world. I could feel her body in every pore of my skin where we touched. She put her hand on my shoulder as she went by, to brace herself as someone else bumped into her. Her perfume hit me. I've never felt more shock. Never been stunned like that, before or since. It was like the first time some suspect had dared to take a swing at me. I was in shock, thinking, "What the hell was that?" It was intoxicating. And yet, it was as innocently erotic as the smell of fresh baked cookies. Perhaps, it was just that she was wearing the fragrance and my mind layered that fact on top of the fragrance's natural eroticism. I tried to turn and follow, but Dan still had his arm around me. He was trying to introduce me to a tall blonde. " . . . my girlfriend, Michelle." The rest was lost as someone turned up the music system. Thump, thump, thump. The music was pounding in my chest, as was my heart. She was getting away. I was having the same adrenaline rush that I got every time I got into a car chase or a foot chase. She was my suspect, just rounding the corner. I wasn't going to let her get away. I snapped back around to Dan and his girlfriend. She was extending her hand to me. "Nice to meet you." I instinctively shook her hand, still trying to squirm away from Dan. She smiled. Michelle's eyes followed from my face to the retreating prize and back again. A little smirk spread across her face. A smirk like that found on a woman who knows your little secret. She whispered something to Dan and then took my hand. "Come with me." I was about to object, until she turned in the direction of my attention. She parted the crowd and guided me through it. I wasn't sure what was going on, but Michelle had taken me in the direction of the girl with the gorgeous eyes. I didn't care if I was going to be executed at dawn, as long as I found that girl first. As we emerged from the front door and stepped out onto the porch, I came back to my senses. "Where are you taking me?" "There's someone I want you to meet." She looked back at me, over her shoulder, "I think you'll like her a lot." "Really?" I replied, "And who would that be?" I was looking at her face as she smiled. I was still being pulled along by my hand through the crowd. Suddenly, we stopped. I tried to see what she was doing as she turned around. The press of people around us made it impossible to see who she was talking to, but I caught the faint hint of something in the air. I couldn't be sure because of the cigarette smoke hanging thick above us. She was talking again. She stepped aside and said, "Kelley, I'd like you to meet Ryan." For a moment I was speechless. There in front of me was the girl with the smile, the girl with eyes so fantastic. She was reaching to shake hands. I snapped back to my senses. "Ryan, this is Kelley." Michelle was smiling like a mother watching her son on a first date, with all the clumsiness and obviousness of a novice. "Kelley was my roommate last semester. She's from Dallas." Michelle had all the skill of a seasoned matchmaker. "Isn't that were you work, Ryan." I was so busy taking in Kelley with my eyes that I almost missed the last remark, clearly meant to get the ball rolling between us. "Yeah, that's right," I stammered. "I just moved there a few months ago. But I love the city. It's so much better than Houston." I sounded ridiculous, but I didn't care. I was talking to her and the words weren't that important. I was still waiting to hear her voice. I hadn't even looked at Michelle since Kelley came into my view. "I agree, Houston is such a bore." Michelle piped in. I didn't look at her. Kelley hadn't said anything. I was beginning to wonder if she spoke at all. "Damn! What does he want now?" Michelle turned abruptly and disappeared through the crowd, leaving Kelley and I alone. "Is it just me, or are we being set up?" I knew at last. Her voice was beautiful. She had a sexy contra-alto voice that would put any adolescent boy into a stammering fit. Here I was, a grown man, and I wasn't too far away from that myself. "I think you may be right. What gave her away?" I flashed my patented smile and winked. Kelley giggled and leaned in. She grabbed my hand, and whispered against my ear, "I can't put my finger on it, but Michelle's up to something." If it were not for my being completely enthralled by her voice I would have missed every word Kelley just whispered to me. She had grabbed my hand with both of hers so she could pull me down to her level, almost like a small child. Her lips brushed my ear because someone moving through the crowd bumped her from behind. It gave me goosebumps. I was hoping that she wouldn't notice the goosebumps. She leaned away from me and we regained our comfortable conversational distance. But she still held my hand between her own. Her hands were soft and warm. She had a gentle touch. I didn't want her to let go, even if the world fell down around us. There was something so familiar about this. So comfortable. We talked for hours that night. Many of my friends would come up to speak with me. They would wait patiently beside me for a break in the conversation or for me to turn and make eyecontact before talking with me. Many of them walked up. Many of them just as quickly walked away when it became obvious that I was not in a conversational mood, unless your name was Kelley. The party was winding down. People were leaving the music was fading. I didn't want her to leave. I didn't want to be out of her presence. But I knew that bringing her back to my hotel room, or even suggesting it would be the wrong move. I was interested in more than just sweaty pleasures with Kelley. I wanted her to know that, so I didn't ask. Since she had been there since early afternoon to help decorate, her car was parked close to the house. We both knew that she needed to go home and that I should leave soon as well. Neither one of us wanted to admit it. But eventually, we faced the truth. "Let me walk you to your car." I smiled, again. "Sure, it's just over there." We stretched those twenty feet into a thirty-minute stroll. Savoring each step, and wallowing in the seconds until, at last, we stood there at her car. "This may sound really stupid, but may I call you tomorrow? I'd love to take you to dinner sometime." "I like that very much." With that, I leaned over and kissed her very tenderly on the lips. Time sped on. I tried to memorize the feeling of her lips on mine, but they were there and then gone. Granted, this was not some sloppy, deep-penetration, tongue diving kiss. It was as tender as rose petals on your nose. It was as moving as a Wagnerian opera. It was sliced bread. Again, I had goosebumps. I handed her into her car and as she sank into the seat, her hand slipped from mine for the first time since she had taken my hands into hers. I closed the door and she drove away. I found it difficult to get to sleep that night. All I could think of was her and how she made me feel. All I could feel was the ache in my body from wanting her. Sleep finally came and I dreamed of her. I dreamed of her soft touch, her sexy voice and of her eyes smiling at me. There wasn't any shape or form to the dream, no plot. I was simply admiring her, basking in her. Reliving each fraction of each second that she held my hand. I revisited the brush of her lips against my ear, the feel of her hand on my shoulder as she brushed my body with hers, and the sound of her voice. And our kiss. I awoke refreshed. It was 10:00 AM. That was very early considering my late night. But the habits of months can't be overcome with one night's betrayal. I didn't feel drowsy at all, my sleep had been so restful. Strangely, I was dressed and thinking of food when it hit me. The beautiful girl that I dreamt about last night was not just a dream. She was real. She was very real. As real as the phone number in my pants pocket from last night. My face was once again visited by the patented smile. I felt like the world was my oyster and nothing would stand in the way of me getting to know Kelley. I called her later that afternoon. Her voice ringing bright and clear over the receiver. I asked if she had slept well, did she have any problems getting home last night. I asked what her plans were for the evening. "Unfortunately, I can't plan anything else for tonight," was her reply. "I'm sorry to hear that." "It's not so bad as that. I can't plan anything else, because you're taking me to dinner." The smile on her face was evident to me through the phone. As if her voice smiled and winked at me. "Well, I don't know. I'll have to check my schedule. I think I have dinner plans with a very lovely young woman," was my effort at the fun. "Pick me up at seven, please." Kelley gave her address and we said our goodbyes. I glanced at the clock. Only five hours of torture until I could see her again. I laid out my wardrobe. I had a sharp, smartly-tailored, black summer-weight wool suit. I chose a grayish silver stretch button-down to wear under it. No tie. But I put a maroon tee under it for contrast. The shoes I had worn the night before were in no shape for an encore performance. Luckily, I had a back-up pair. These were dressier. I often wore them with my tux to the theater. With my hair in place and my suit free of lint, I left for her apartment. She lived in a new apartment complex on the edge of town, near the freeway. The building had the same qualities that all apartments in Texas seem to have. They are brightly colored, fantastically modern and as warmly charming as a cardboard box. I pulled up to the gate and found her in the directory on the call box. "Hello," came her response to the ringing phone. I was so excited just to her hear voice. "It's Ryan," I said with a smile and confidence in my voice. There was a pause. "Who?" I was beginning to doubt to powers of my patented smile. "Er, your date? The guy from the party last night?" Surely, she couldn't be serious. "I know, I can see you on the camera. I'm just teasing you. Come on in." I drove around to her building and parked next to her car. She had tried to make her apartment as much like a home as possible. There was a wreath hanging beside her door and a colorful mat in front of the entryway. Puppies were frolicking on the mat. I grinned at it's cute glimpse of her personality. Before I could knock, the door swing away, taking my breath with it. She was wearing a stunning black dress. My grin turned into a smile. "You look simply marvelous." I stepped inside her door as she closed it behind me. I turned to give her dress one more examination. She had on a black cocktail dress. It seemed to shimmer in the soft lighting of her entryway. The dress was sleeveless but the dress was modestly revealing. The straps were less than an inch wide. The front of the dress dropped down to reveal a little cleavage. Her dress was short but not immodestly so. I was impressed. My mind went back to a quote from one of my professors in my college days. She had told me that a good essay should be like a skirt: long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to make it interesting. Kelley's dress was the embodiment of that definition. My attention to her attire was not unnoticed. "You like it?" She turned with her arms slightly raised. "The dress is fantastic, but I think only because you make it so." "I'm going to grab my wrap and I'll be ready. If you'd like, have a seat. I'll only be a minute." I walked across the living room and sat on the couch. Her apartment was nothing like the exterior. She had poured her personality into everything. The kitchen was full of Coca-Cola memorabilia and the trademark polar bears. The living room was comfortably furnished with black leather furniture. I stood to admire the framed art prints hanging in the room. I was looking at Van Gough's Stary Night, when she announced she was ready. I turned to see her standing there with a black sheer wrap hanging down from her arms. I was taking it all in when her perfume reached me. Any thoughts about food or the evenings entertainment left me with my next breath. The fragrance was sweet and light, yet it had an undertone of something primal. I'm not sure what it was called, but I think a prescription should be necessary to wear it. We walked out to my truck and for the first time I thought I may have blown it. Kelley is 5'3". My truck sits very high. I opened her door for her and offered my hand to assist her. She gladly accepted my offer. As she brought her legs into the truck, I caught a glimpse of her thighs. More importantly, I did not see her panties. She had no stockings, pantyhose, or even panties that I saw. Nothing but bare flesh beneath that dress. As I walked around behind the truck I used the time to calm myself. I quickly reviewed each moment in my mind and realized that I had not seen any panty lines when she had turned around for my inspection earlier. I had not seen any indication of a bra, either. 'Careful, Ryan.' I thought, 'You keep thinking like that and you'll be struggling to hide an erection from this sweet girl.' We made pleasant conversation on the way to the restaurant. I had chosen a little known place about twenty minutes away. I had made a reservation for a private dinner in a quiet corner of the restaurant. I was rewarded by a very nice table and a sensible waiter. He left us in privacy and yet seemed to be telepathic about sensing when we needed him. I don't care how he did it, but I left a lavish tip to encourage this practice. We dined on fabulous food, seasoned with warm conversation. I was enjoying every minute of her company. Kelley was just pleasant to be with. We shared a bottle of wine with our meal. As the night went on, I could see it taking effect. The natural glow that Kelley seemed to have in her cheek was supplemented by the warm glow of the wine. She was not loud or foolish. She didn't giggle meaninglessly at every word. Kelley was charming and she displayed something a little more subtle. She was so very sexy in that dress. As the night wore on, she became more so. Unsuspecting Eyes Sometime around ten, we decided that the evening was coming to an end. As we were leaving, Kelley took my hand. I realized that, despite our candid conversation throughout dinner and the night before, we hadn't really made physical contact on our date. I had briefly held her hand as she climbed into and out of my truck. That was all. As she slipped her hand into mine and gave it a little squeeze, I felt acceptance. I can't explain why, but I knew that with Kelley I could do no wrong. We walked towards my truck at the restaurant. Kelley stumbled on something in the parking lot. I caught her in my arms. I held her briefly as our eyes met. That moment seemed to last forever. I don't know how long we stayed that way. Crickets were singing and somewhere in the distance a dog barked. A car turned into the parking lot of the restaurant and it's lights shined on us. We recovered and I spoke first. "Are you alright?" "Yes." She paused, "That was really something." "I must call the management tomorrow and have them fix whatever it was you stumbled on. Why, if I hadn't caught you . . ." She cut me off, "I wasn't talking about my stumbling. I meant the way you held me. It was nice." We had reached the passenger door of my truck. I opened the door for her and she turned to me. "Would you do that again?" "Are going to fall again?" I smiled. Kelley didn't smile. She closed the distance between us, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. This was not the innocently erotic kiss of the previous night. This was the full-on, passionate kiss of a woman who knows what she wants, namely myself. I pulled her closer, with my hands around her waist. My erection returning in full fury pressed between us. I knew she could feel it but I didn't care. Her breasts were crushed against me. I could feel the softness of her against my chest. For a moment I thought I could feel the pointed firmness of her nipples against my shirt. She broke the kiss and looked up at me without taking her arms from around my neck. "I'm so glad I found you." I couldn't think of a reply that was not sappy. So I kept my mouth shut. She pulled away from me and I handed her once again into my truck. She was a little more immodest getting into the truck this time. To my disappointment, the lighting was so poor that I was not rewarded with another view of her inner thigh and sex. We drove back to her apartment in a comfortable silence. She simply held my hand between us. I tried to concentrate on getting to her place. I pulled into the drive and stopped outside the gate at the call box. I asked her for the code to open the gate. "Here, you had better let me do it. It can be tricky sometimes." She leaned across me. Her head at my left shoulder as she reached out the window. She put her left hand on my shoulder for support and her breasts were rubbing against my right thigh. With each push of the button, she lunged slightly out the window, like the careful movements of someone who has been drinking. Each lunge caused her breasts to move against my thigh. They brushed my erection once, which caused Kelley to smirk to herself. I pretended not to notice, but was relishing every second in my mind. She pressed the last button and the gate started moving. Before she could lean back to her seat, I reached up with my left hand and cupped her cheek. I turned her head to me and kissed her lightly. Our tongues moved against each other with slow coordination. We were like waltzing partners, anticipating each other next move. To my disappointment, she broke the kiss again. "You had better hurry, the gate only stays open for a few moments." I quickly got us inside the safety of the gate and found her building again. Because of the late hour, most of the parking spaces were full. I had to park a short walk away from her building. I handed her down from the truck. Again her legs parted. This time I had parked under a street light. I hadn't planned it that way, it was the only spot available. Her right leg stepped down and for a brief second I saw flesh. I saw the milky white flesh of her inner thigh. I say the crease of flesh were her thigh and her hip meet. I saw the line demarking each lip of her sex. I quickly looked up and found her eyes on mine. She smiled. We walked to her apartment in silence, I holding her hand lightly. As we reached the door, she opend the lock with her key. She opened the door and stepped inside. I did not. "I really think you should come in. I would hate to end the evening so soon." Kelley had a way with words and that was all the encouragement I needed. I stepped inside as she closed the door behind me. I turned to face her and her lips were against mine. She put her hands on my lapels, pushing me back and pushing my jacket off at the same time. She was guiding me down the hall, kissing me, and working on the buttons of my shirt at the same time. I backed into her door and we bumped heads. I smiled and rubbed my forehead, she just giggled. Kelley reached behind me and opened the door with her right hand and pushed me into the room with her left. She grabbed the sides of my shirt and pushed them down my arms. Since the shirt was a stretchy material, it simply slipped past my wrists without breaking her rhythm. She untucked my tee-shirt and gave it a pull. It joined my poplin on the floor. She stepped closer. Kelley looked up and kissed me as her hands found my belt, my trouser button and my fly. I had kicked off my shoes while she had addressed my tee-shirt. I reached for her zipper, but she stopped me. "I'll get that, in a moment." She had a mischievous grin on her face. She kissed me again and dropped my trousers to the floor. I stood there kissing this beautiful woman in a black dress while only wearing boxers and socks. I felt something less than sexy, but didn't care at that point. Without breaking our kiss, Kelley reached down and pulled my boxers down past my waist. My erection sprang free. I stepped out of my boxers. Kelley wrapped her hand around my manhood. There is something incredibly wonderful about the first time that a particular woman touches you. At that moment, I felt as I had never been touched by a woman before. Kelley made everything seem utterly new and exhilarating. She wrapped her fingers around me and began to stroke the length, from tip to base. She broke our kiss and licked my earlobes. She kissed and licked down my neck to my shoulders. She gave careful attention to each of my nipples. I felt the same as what some women have told me they experience under similar treatment. I felt electricity shoot through my body, from my head to my toes. My small nipples quickly hardened, which made her giggle. She attacked them again. I groaned. Needless to say that I had not been quiet through the previous attention Kelley had been giving. This was a groan set apart from the others. This was an approval, a guttural, "Do that again." Kelley knew it, and she did. Kelley pushed me onto the bed, which had been resting against the backs of my knees. She kneeled in front of me and I knew what would be next. She leaned over me and kissed my navel. This was nice, not as good as sucking my nipples, not as good as what was to come (no pun intended), but it was nice. Being the attentive and caring lover, she noticed my lack of enthusiasm and moved on. She kissed down my thighs. She carefully kissed every inch of my thighs. This was torture. She had been stroking my cock from tip to base for the entire time. She changed tracks at this point and began to rub the underside, just at the tip, with her thumb. She fondled my balls with her other hand. Then she took her hand away from my balls and replaced it with her mouth. She sucked on ball into her mouth and tongued it. She softly lathed it with her flattened tongue. She moved to it's companion. If anything, Kelley was all for equality. Her hand replaced her mouth and then I felt her breath on the tip of my cock. Her thumb, which had been massaging my pre-cum onto the tip of my cock, abruptly vanished. The warmth and wetness of her mouth attacked. She tried to swallow me completely, but only managed to get two-thirds of me into her mouth. I didn't care as I felt two-thirds of heaven is better than three-thirds of nothing. My moans again resounded my approval. Kelley began swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock, moving faster and faster. Just as I thought I couldn't take it any more, she changed technique. She began bobbing her head up and down, taking as much of me into her mouth as possible. She began moving faster and faster. I felt the familiar tension building. My whole body was in a fever. I knew I was nearing orgasm. Some women hate for you to come in their mouth. "Oh, God! I'm going to come!" This only made her go faster. She was stilling bobbing her head up and down my cock, but she started swirling her tongue around the tip at the same time. That was all it took. My body tensed, my hips thrust forward. I began to spurt my come into her mouth. I felt her pull all but the tip out of her mouth. She was using her tongue to wipe each spurt of come away from my cock. My body spasmed with each caress of her tongue. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. Kelley took all of my softening manhood into her mouth and licked me clean. She gave a tongue inspection of my testicles and began kissing her way back to my face. I sat up, to meet her half way. I opened my eyes and realized two things: that I had closed my eyes for the entire time and that she was now sliding her dress from her shoulders. I brought my hands up to help her as I kissed her. Our tongues roamed over each other just as my hands roamed over her smooth skin. Kelley wasn't wearing a bra and her gorgeous breast were soon the object of my adoration. She stood between my legs as I sat there on the edge of the bed. I took the opportunity to kiss just above her breasts, along her collar bone. I worked my way down between her breasts to the underside of the left breast. Kelley's dress continued to succumb to gravity and was soon on the floor. I put my hands on her hips and realized I now held gently squirming, nude woman. As I attacked her nipples, Kelley let out a slight moan. She, too, had not been silent during our interlude, but this moan was that of approval. I sucked her nipple and flattened it with my broad tongue. I gently nipped it between my teeth, which brought a surprised, "Oooo!!" from Kelley. I worked my way towards her breast's partner. Feeling my way with my tongue, I paid careful attention to every pore, every inch of her flesh. My hands were rubbing small circles on her hips, exploring her ass in ever widening circles. Her hands had been resting on my shoulders. She moved them to my face and pulled my lips to hers. We kissed for some moments, still exploring with our tongues. Our breath coming in measured lengths, not panting like animals, but the controlled exertion that a marathon runner uses. She pulled me up to my feet and turned to lay on the bed. Kelley did this in such a fluid way that I soon found myself lying beside her at in the middle of her bed. My hands explored her breasts again, trailing across her abdomen. While our lips continued their lengthy caresses, my hands found their way down to her thighs. Kelley bent her left knee and opened her thighs for my inspection. I let my fingertips danced lightly over her skin. I circled her thighs, not touching her sex. I moved my mouth down to her breasts again. Kelley rolled onto her back. I moved down, positioning my body between her legs while keeping my lips on her breasts. I began kissing and licking my way down her body. I stopped at her navel. She squealed with delight. I spent some time there, exhausting the novelty of it, until her squeals became less frequent. I moved to her hips and thighs. I licked and kissed the outside of her hips and moved slowly inward. Her hands moved to my hair. She griped my hair in her fists and pushed me towards her sex. I began by licking around her pussy lips. She was wet and her lips engorged. I could see her clit standing out even in the dim light. She had shaved her mound. I enjoyed the parade of smooth, soft flesh. I licked her sex in an ever shrinking circle, until I was pulling her clit into my mouth. I pressed my flat tongue against it and sucked her clit into my mouth. Kelley's breathing and moaning became heavier and louder. She gripped my hair harder in her fists. Her body began to shake. Kelley stopped moaning, stopped breathing, and her body flexed. The only sound, the only movement, was that of my mouth working on her clit. She relaxed, but continued to have the random shudder. I began to kiss my way back to her mouth. I paid close attention to her navel and breasts along the journey. I was anticipating entering her, as my erection had returned. I kissed her deeply. She seemed to devour my mouth. It was as if she were trying to suck my soul from my tongue. I began caressing her breasts again. Kelley surprised me yet again, by reaching down and grabbing my cock in her hand. "I want you inside me now!" I am not one to disappoint a beautiful lady. Kelley rubbed the tip of my manhood against her slit, mixing my pre-come and her juices. I looked into her big blue eyes and moved slowly forward with my hips. I seemed to flow into her. Not with the rapid, violent motion of a diver breaking the surface. It was more like stepping into a pool of molasses and slowly sinking. I entered her completely, until I felt our hips meet. Slowly we made love. Each thrust was born out of her eyes, as she directed me with those sweet blue eyes. She did not speak again. Nor did I find it necessary. We quietly made love with a quickening pace. I felt the tension in me grow. I could feel her tightening around me. Her breath coming faster and faster. Then she stopped. She held her breath and her body flexed under mine. I had been just at the edge of my orgasm. Her face contorted by her orgasm drove me over that edge. We lay there for some time, me still inside her. I was supporting my weight with my elbows, my arms at her sides. I held her head in my hands and we kissed softly. She ran her hands up and down my back, sometimes just resting them on the back of my shoulders. Eventually, I lay beside her. She rested her head on my chest, her hair tickling my nipples. We just held each other until sleep overpowered our desire to savor the moment.