1 comments/ 15872 views/ 4 favorites Getting Naughty By: GettingItDone Author's Note: This is my initial story post under my new username. In the past I had difficulty keeping up with long drawn out tales, so for now I will attempt to only post stories that begin and end within the initial post. That way I won't upset anyone if I take my time to between writings. With that stated I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did while writing it, and as always rate it and leave your comments; I love to read the feedback. * They were casually strolling through an outdoor shopping center when suddenly she grabbed him and pulled him into a secluded hallway. Tucking him into an indentation in one of the walls she steps in closer to him, pressing her body up against his. She pressed her moist full lips against his, kissing him deeply and slowly parting them allowing room for her wet tongue to snake into his warm mouth. After their intense exchange began to slow down, she broke off the kiss to whisper into his ear. Almost panting she cooed, "I want you so badly. I need to feel you now." Allowing this statement a moment to ring in his ears before she grasped a hold of his rapidly growing manhood through his tight blue jeans. This sudden action caused him to gasp, leaving his jaw dropped open and eyes slightly rolled back. Achieving the desired effect she was after, she released her grip on his throbbing member and took his hand, as she led him towards the bit of privacy their truck would provide. Their truck was parked in a nearby parking garage, on the third floor. They reached the structure and begun to ascend the stairway to their floor. She halted their movements as they reached the midway point, pressing him against the concrete wall of the stairwell. Once again she embraced him with a passion filled kiss. Reaching behind him, she squeezed his tight, muscular ass; pulling him tighter into her warm body. His growing erection pressed itself into her firm belly. She quickly ended their embrace however by pushing off of him, causing him to fall back into the cement wall. As she stood in front of him, she reached up and slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting the wispy fabric fall to pool around her ankles. Stepping out of the pile of dress, she reached down to pick up the discarded garment; throwing it at him as she stood back up. He caught the dress and was a statue, staring at her as she stood before him wearing only a pair of red heels. They only stood there for a few seconds, eyeing one another; him at her in a shocking, lustily stare, and her at him with a sultry gaze and coy little smile. In a smooth motion, she reached out and grabbed his hand while she turned to lead him up the rest of the stairs. He followed behind closely, watching as her naked, smooth form slowly climbed the stairs. Her hips swayed back and forth, and her round, plump rear jiggled in such a way that it almost hypnotized him. Every once in awhile she would look back and give him that playful smile; every time causing his desire for her to grow. Right before they reached the third floor level she stopped, turned to him and asked if he could go up the rest of the way and see if the coast was clear. This was the first time she showed a sign of being nervous, but she wasn't backing down, just taking the extra precaution. He didn't mind, because he had her dress and until he gave it back to her she would have to remain naked. So he ran up the last remaining steps and entered the parking area; glancing around the lot there was not a soul to be seen. The floor they parked on didn't have many cars on it, and they were just about fifteen spaces down and a row over. Feeling confident, he returned to her, giving a signal for her to come up and join him. Once she met him at the entryway, she took a quick glance around before she began to stroll without a care across the open lot. It was as if she walking like she wasn't naked; as if she was dressed normally for the situation. It took him a moment, but he soon followed behind her; again getting transfixed on how her body swished from side to side. He was also fascinated by the sound her heels made as they clicked on the paved surface of the parking garage; almost echoing, just daring someone to notice her. She reached their truck with him just steps behind her, unlocking the vehicle as he approached. She stood to the side of the driver's side door and told him to put her dress down inside the cab. He did as she asked and as he turned back to face her he realized she had squatted down in front of him, her face at crotch level while reaching out with her hands to unfasten his belt and begin her quest at releasing his tool. In a matter of seconds she had his tight denim jeans open and pulled down to his knees. Quickly his briefs followed, living up to their name, and allowed his aching erection to spring loose. She finally grabbed a hold of his twitching pole and began to slowly stroke its length. She could feel the blood pump through it as his penis continued to grow into a raging hard-on. It seemed to point straight up, and was hard as stone; the length and girth of his piece were mesmerizing to her. Slowing down her strokes, she lifted up a bit and extended her soft, wet tongue to give it a good licking. As she started from the base of his massive fuck stick she noticed a drop of pre-cum begin to roll down his shaft. She continued to lick her way up towards the tip until she met the sticky drop of sex nectar at which point she eagerly licked it up; savoring its almost salty, sweet taste and creamy texture. A small moan escaped her lips, signifying that her desire had just been lit further. Her methodical tongue assault continued on his throbbing manhood until finally she just engulfed the head of his cock into her mouth. He was in heaven as she provided pleasure for him in such a public place and she still remained naked; the only real cover coming from the open truck door, which did a decent job hiding their actions for the most part. Anyone close enough however, would not have a difficult time figuring out what was indeed going on. All of this just added more fuel to their passionate fire. His legs quaked and tensed periodically as she continued to suck up his prick like a tasty Popsicle. From the sounds he was hearing her make, he knew that she was getting rather sloppy with it. She enjoyed having his dick in her mouth and putting on a show for him; she slid it into her throat and back out, making sure to really cover it with her saliva. After a while, when she felt he couldn't take much more she stopped; she needed him inside her. As she pulled her mouth off his glistening meat she stood and bent over the driver's seat of the truck; reaching back with her hand as she did to dip a finger into her waiting slit. Her pussy was dripping wet, so wet that her juices began to flow out onto her thighs, and the presence of her finger felt so amazing inside her pink box that she could not stand it anymore. She pulled her finger out, gave it a good lick and ordered him to fuck her; to fuck her hard. He didn't need any more of an invitation, and immediately settled in behind her, line up his flesh sword, and pierced her juicy snatch in one smooth stroke. The sudden intrusion sent a jolt of pleasure through each of their bodies. In seconds, they were able to build a rhythm that was much enjoyable to both. He would use long, penetrating strokes at a brisk tempo while she met his deep thrusts with her rocking hips and a free hand feverishly rubbing her pleasure button. At their pace it took only a matter of minutes for her to climax. What a climax it was; her body quaked uncontrollably while she screamed and moaned and grunted loudly. She had just had the best orgasm of her life; it seemed to last forever while at the same time end to soon. As she came down and begin to recover, it felt as though her body was buzzing, almost vibrating. Adding to the sensation and her building her desire to be fucked silly back up was his continuing pumping of meat in and out of her soaking, puffy vagina. She could tell from the noises he was making, as well as his erratic pace, that it would not be long before he too experienced his own mind blowing orgasm. Knowing this, she gave him a little motivation to put him over the top; she said to him things like, "Come on baby, cum for me. I want to feel you fill me up with your cum." That did the trick, and he gave one final deep thrust and exploded inside of her, spewing his load against the walls of her wet pussy. Just the feeling of his warm seed filling her up was enough to make her quiver in passion. Once he recovered from his moment of bliss, he squeezed her tight, nibbled on her neck, and slowly slid his softening pole out of her. She responded with a low moan and a smile while reaching for her dress. However, before she got a hold of it, he reached over her and grabbed it first. Quickly, her head spun around and upon looking at him, the way his eyes sparkled and he smiled coyly, she instantly knew their naughty daring night was far from over. I'll let the reader's imagination take over from here. Getting Naughty on the Phone It was a hot and humid night in the balmy island of Singapore. Bored, horny and alone, Sasha began to wonder how to fill up her remaining time with something more exciting. Absolutely nothing to do, she mused to herself as she flipped through magazines after magazines, through pages of the current fashion and quirky sex and relationship stories. "How to make your man crave for more action? Same old tricks, these magazines are never creative..." she said to herself as she thought of her boyfriend, Kian, who was away for a business trip. He had been away for two weeks and only coming back next week, which meant no sex, no hanky panky for Sasha for three whole weeks. That was enough to drive her pretty mad with horny thoughts and loneliness whenever she thought of him. Knowing that she could not wait that long for pleasure, she pushed her magazines aside and changed into her slinky red silk dress. If she was not going to get lucky with him, she would just get kinky with herself! What else could do it better than those practiced hands and fingers of hers? Sasha wished Kian could watch her now, slipping her left hand underneath her dress. The smooth material was enough to send pleasure rippling down her spine. Her fingers fiddled with her wet slit, carefully massaging the sensitive area making it all wet and smooth. Her other hand was busy messing around with her well-endowed breasts, pinching gently at her nipples hungry for some attention and tongue. "How I wish Kian could be here... he has no idea how much I want his fucking cock right now, ramming into my wet pussy..." she thought loudly, having dirty images of them fucking hard and wet. She fantasized about how Kian would kiss her so deeply with his experienced tongue, his hands grabbing her ass hard and smacking them at the point of ecstasy... how hungry she would be for him, kneeling down to lick and savor his hard cock just like her favorite lollipop... Her fingers continued to push in and out of her very wet pussy, letting gasps and moans escape her mouth. She breathed in and out so hard, letting waves after waves of pleasure run through her hot body like she was really fucking. Her pussy juice started staining her silk dress, making her even hotter inside, burning this desire for her to just scream. Unable to control her need for attention, she grabbed her phone and dialed up the usual numbers. She knew it could either be great or awkward, but she wanted to take the chance. "Hello... is this Kian..." Sasha enquired, stopping herself from panting and breathing too obviously, in case it was someone else who picked it up. "Oh Sasha.. Yeah.. It's me. What are you doing?" Kian's deep voice came through her like a huge relief. Her love, the man of her desire, was right there listening to her, wanting him. She began breathing in deeply again, before saying, "I... I am touching myself... oh god, Kian... I am sorry to disturb you from your work, but... I cannot help it... I want you to know... oh..." From the sound of it, Sasha knew her boyfriend moved to somewhere more private, which made her so excited. She slowly stripped down to her naked self, throwing her dress to the floor. One hand holding the phone so closely to her ears, and the other, expertly teasing her clit like it was born to do it. She let out a few gasps along the way, unable to control the crazy, sexed up feeling kept inside of her. "You naughty little girl... you always find ways to just... make me want to fuck you so hard." Kian finally said, a little self-consciously, aware that his hard-on was becoming more evident and the dangerous environment he was in. If any of his colleagues caught him in this situation, it would be both funny and awkward. Yet, the element of being caught by others, and hearing his horny girlfriend moaning and gasping were exciting to him. He began to touch his growing cock through the rough material of his pants... intensively listening to Sasha, moaning even more loudly into his ears. "I want your fucking cock... inside of me... give it to me... now..." It was as though she was just right there in the quiet office with him, naked, ready to be fucked by his cock. That thought made him even hotter. God, she seemed to have such a great, sexy time by herself... He knew how she looked like when she got horny. Her long black hair would be so messy, covering her face... briefly he thought of her wanting eyes as she went down on his cock... giving him blowjobs after blowjobs... she would stare at him with those dark eyes of hers, as though she wanted him to look straight into her soul. Yes, she wanted him... she wanted him bad. His cock was becoming harder... he could not resist unbuttoning his pants just to stroke himself. In between his deep breaths and sighs, he said, "Oh Sasha... what are you thinking of right now... tell me... tell me..." "Oh Kian.. I.. I WANT YOU... BEHIND ME... FUCKING ME.. HARD.. OH... HARDER.. HARDER..!" she moaned, in between pure uncontrollable pleasure and ecstasy. I knew she was fingering herself harder... she was getting close... wetter... more hotter, so eager to get fucked by his cock. If only... "Sasha... you're turning me on... I am touching myself now, baby... You know I want to give it to you... so hard, so fast, make you cum all over my cock... all over the bed like you used to... Oh baby... yeah..." "Kian... I am getting closer now... AHH... GOD, GRAB MY ASS AND FUCK ME... PULL MY HAIR HARD... TELL ME YOU WANNA FUCK ME NOW... OH GODDDDD YESSS KIANNNN." Sasha moaned so loudly, she could have easily woken up her family anytime soon. But she didn't care. All she wanted was to just let off her steam and listen to Kian's voice... and imagining how hot it would be if he could see her now... naked, on the bed... by herself, touching herself while thinking about his huge, rock-hard dick. "Sasha... fuck yourself with those fingers... I am there with you... fucking you from behind... god, I love you when you're pleasuring yourself... it's so sexy... god, I wish I could just come all over your body now... just come all over my cock baby..." Kian fantasized loudly, making Sasha fuck herself even harder, pushing herself to this intense ecstasy. She gasped as she came loudly into the phone. Wet juice began to drench her fingers, causing her to shiver feverously. She grabbed the side of her bed, just trying to compose herself from this shaking, erotic sensation. From the phone, she could hear that Kian just came too. She could her him gasping so clearly even though her head was trying hard not to fall weakly into the soft pillows, feeling so crazy and relieved from the sexual release. "Damn Kian... that was a great time... I was so... fucking... hot, just thinking of you.. Of us... I hope you don't get into trouble for this..." Sasha finally spoke on the phone after moaning lightly for a while. She could feel herself blushing... did she just open herself up to him... in such a vulnerable way? Kian smiled to himself. Trouble? She didn't know what trouble is waiting for her soon when he sees her next week. As for him, he quickly cleaned up after himself, and cheekily said, "Sasha, don't worry about me getting into trouble... You WILL BE in trouble next week, and you know it." * She said her goodbyes and quickly get dressed to sleep. In between her romantic thoughts and lonely space in her bed, she wished that time would go by faster so she could finally put her fantasies away and start making them true with the man of her desires. Getting Naughty While Knitting When you saw me knitting on the subway and moved over to ask me about it, I was very pleased. Lots of people give me funny looks when they see a young woman knitting but no one ever asks what I'm doing or shows any interest. Engrossed in my knitting, I didn't even notice you on the train till you came and sat next to me. "Are you knitting?" you asked. "Yes," I smiled and nodded. "It looks really beautiful - what's that going to be, a scarf?" "I think so. A Christmas present for someone on the list." "I've always wanted to learn to knit." "Really? Do you crochet or do any other needlecrafts?" "No, nothing like that." "I'd be happy to teach you, if you want to learn. It wouldn't take long and once you know how, you're hooked. It happened to me." I looked at you full in the face when I said this and smiled widely. You were fantastically pretty - your hair kind of blown around and your eyes sparkling kindly - and in a white button-down shirt and nicely fitting jeans. I am in the habit of checking girls out and I looked you over as discretely as I could, considering you were sitting so close to me. "Really? I'd love that! I don't want to be any trouble, though." "Not at all. I knit all the time anyway and I would love to show you how. How's tomorrow for you?" "Tomorrow afternoon is fine. Should I bring anything?" "If you have time, you should try to buy a pair of needles, say number 7 or 8, and some yarn. But don't buy cheap yarn, buy something decent and made of natural fibers. I can give you the address of a good shop," I offered. I wrote down the address of my favorite yarn shop and then underneath, my address and directions to my apartment. We chatted for a few more moments about needle type and yarn color when your stop came up. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow at 2 or so," you said as you got off the train. The next day, I got up and straightened up the house for your lesson. Made sure the couch cushions were straight, that the kitchen was clean and the floor swept. I took out my collection of knitting books and put them on the coffee table in case you wanted to consult them. I took a long, hot shower - typical for me, enjoying the water, the soap, even the razor. I wasn't thinking specifically about seducing you or anything - I did want it to be a legitimate knitting lesson - but I didn't want you to think I wasn't preparing for your visit. I put on nice panties and a beautiful bra, even though I don't usually wear one, and got dressed. You rang the bell just after two. I ran down the stairs to let you in and showed you up to my apartment. We greeted each other warmly, and I noticed you were holding a bag. "So you bought some supplies?" I asked, motioning toward it. "Oh yeah. That store you recommended was great! I hardly knew which kind of yarn to chose." "Let's see it." You pulled out a ball of a lovely silk blend in a great shade of blue. "This will knit up really nicely. Want to get started?" "Yeah!" We sat down on the couch. "Oh, do you want anything to drink or anything? Some tea, water, juice, whatever?" "Mmmm... how about some tea?" I put the kettle on and presently came out with our mugs. I started out by showing you how to cast on. The yarn ran through your lovely long fingers as you wrapped it around your thumb, then around the needle. You were off to a great start. "Okay, all of knitting is based on two stitches. The knit stitch and the purl stitch. Once you get the knit stitch down, we'll go on to purl. Now watch what I do." I made one stitch and looked back at you. It didn't seem like you had watched me do it, so I did it again. I made about five more knit stitches and invited you to try with your needles. You pushed the needle under the stitch, just like I had shown you. You looped the yarn around the tip of the needle and then carefully and with just a little awkwardness, pulled the stitch off the left needle. "Alright! You just knitted!" I told you. You went on to knit your whole row and had started on your second. I drank some tea and watched you. You were wearing a tight button down and had the first couple buttons undone, exposing your chest. I had to stare for just a moment when you caught me. "Am I doing this right?" you asked. I was flustered. "Yes, yes, let me see." I took the knitting from you and looked at your stitches. They were well formed, neat - a little loose, which is common at first - but overall they looked really good. "Yeah, you're doing great. Finish that row and I'll show you how to purl." I took the opportunity to look you over some more. Your breasts pressed against the front of your shirt and the buttons had to strain just a little to close the shirt. Your pants showed your legs to be powerful and lovely. I wished I had checked out your ass when we were still standing. I started showing you how to purl the same way I demonstrated the knitting. I did it first and then let you follow. For right handers, it is kind of difficult to get purl down at first, as it is absolutely backward from the easier knit. I watched as you pushed the needle through the top of the stitch and tried to loop the yarn around the same way as you would for a knit stitch. "You have to wrap the yarn opposite of how you do it for a knit stitch." I said. You looked at me kind of puzzled and I couldn't blame you. That made very little sense. "Here, watch me." I did another couple of purl stitches and watched as you tried. You managed to wrap it in the right direction but you were having trouble withdrawing it from the left needle. "I had the exact same problem when I taught myself how to knit." I saw my opportunity and took it. "Here, let me help you. Come and sit in this chair," I offered, pulling out one of the wooden chairs around the dining room table. You sat down and held the knitting, ready to stitch. I stood behind you and ran my hands down the outsides of your arms till I reached your hands. I held my hands over yours in the same position. "Now this is how you purl," I explained, moving closer so that your head was between my breasts. I pushed the needle in and wrapped the yarn around the tip. I held your hand very tightly as we withdrew the needle together and made the first purl stitch. "Now you're purling," I whispered into your ear. You moved back in the chair so that your head was touching the sides of my breasts. "You see this little bump?" I whispered, continuing, "That's the purl stitch. That's how you know you're purling." I let go of your hands and let you admire your work. "Let's try it again," you asked. So I placed my hands on yours and leaned over so you were sure to feel my breasts on either side of your head. You moved the side of your face to nuzzle in closer to my right breast. I smiled to myself and held your hands tightly as we made another purl stitch together. And another. I had moved my whole body so that I was up against the chair, as close to you as I could be as we knitted together. You laid the work in your lap and I kept my hands on yours, interlocking our fingers tightly. You rolled your head around between my breasts and I moved my hands up your body to your lovely hair. I stroked it, ran my fingers through it, down to your neck. I cupped my hands around your neck and then caressed your cheeks with the outsides of my hands. You were responding positively, and I was starting to crave you. I ran one of my fingers over your lips and you opened your mouth and sucked it. I came around to the front of the chair and put your knitting on the table. I sat on your lap and looked straight in to your eyes. Then we kissed. Just kissing on the lips at first, but in seconds your tongue was in my mouth, licking my lips, laying on my tongue and caressing it. We were kissing deeply and passionately and my head was already spinning. I got up off your lap and took your hand, leading you to the couch. We sat down next to one another and kissed again. As we kissed, my hands were on your neck, under your shirt on the shoulders, feeling your beautiful warm body and pressing it up to me. I broke from your kiss and started to kiss your neck. I licked it up and down, watched your lovely face as you stretched your neck to give me more to lick. I kissed your chest and then undid the first button that was fastened on your shirt. Your cleavage came in to view, full and firm and inviting. I immediately moved down to kiss your breasts and love them, rub my face against them, hold them in my hands. I unbuttoned a few more buttons so my access to your beautiful breasts was unrestricted. I helped you sit up and I slid the shirt off your shoulders, down your arms, off. I leaned back to look at you in your bra and couldn't help but kiss you more. I was so driven to feel you and be close to you that I could barely control myself, I didn't know what I wanted to do to you because I wanted to do everything. I touched your breasts in your bra, spread out my fingers and held each one, ran my fingers all over it. I love breasts and yours were fulfilling all my desires. I reached around to your back and unhooked your bra, watching as your breasts relaxed and were freed. I slowly slid the straps down your arms, enjoying every moment of revealing them entirely, watching your nipples appear. Once I saw them, I lost all restraint and yanked your bra off the rest of the way and began to suck your nipples. They were so lovely, looking absolutely delicious. I kissed them, wrapped my tongue around them, enjoyed them every way I knew how. I bit them carefully, pinched them just enough to let you know I wanted you badly. Then pinched them a little harder. I knew I wanted to feel our chests together, feel how your breasts met mine, so I unbuttoned my shirt in your view, letting you watch as I revealed my small but beautiful breasts. I was down to my bra, which I unhooked and removed in a single quick motion. You smiled as I lowered myself on to you and we both gasped as soon as our nipples touched. I felt a flood of wetness flow from my pussy. I was already wet, but the sensation of our nipples and breasts so close turned me on even more. We kissed with our breasts touching - you ran your hands up and down my back, in to my hair, over my ass - I couldn't be close enough to you. We moved so we were both laying on our sides and grabbed each other's ass and brought our abdomens together. I was moaning, you were moving down my neck to my breasts, squeezing them gently, squeezing the nipples roughly, tasting them, stimulating every part of my breasts. You moved down, licking my stomach, then unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. You spread apart the zipper placket and exposed my abdomen and the top of my pubic hair. Just that much set my clit throbbing, but you continued by flattening out your hand and sliding it into my panties. My pussy was so warm and so wet. As soon as you lifted my panties, the aroma wafted up to me. I wanted your pussy, I wanted my pussy, I needed to have you naked. Instead of pulling my pants off, you spread the lips of my pussy under my panties. I moaned as I felt the pressure in my clit. You moved your hand down to cover my whole pussy on the outside, you smiled as you felt how warm and slippery I was because of you. I must have had a begging look in my eye, because you pulled my pants off of me and stood up. I lay on the couch completely naked and you looked down at me, eyeing my body. I was getting so excited, laying there as you just looked at me, obviously enjoying the view. Then you unbuttoned your pants and slid them off, your panties with them. I looked up at your naked body, gorgeous and creamy, your nipples hard and a drop of your juice visible in the folds of your pussy. I stood up and came to you, our arms around each other, our nude bodies warm and close and buzzing from excitement. You felt so good against me and we sat down on the couch together. You knelt down on the floor and I spread my legs for you without prompting. I moved to the edge of the sofa and put my hands on your head to reassure you. I needed you to eat me. You ran a finger up and down my pussy, each time I flinched with excitement. Your touch was so gentle and teasing but so promising and fulfilling. You used your finger to get past my lips and in to the slipperiness that was inside. I tightened my grip on you as your finger hit my clit. You drew your finger down firmly, so my lips were separated and my hole was in view. You lowered your mouth closer to my pussy and I prepared myself for the sensation of your tongue on my clit. To my surprise, though, you thrust your tongue into my pussy, sticking it in deeper, licking it inside - it made me absolutely crazy. I have excellent control over my pussy muscles and I squeezed your tongue as you burrowed in. You loved it - you grabbed me around my back and pushed me on to your face. I watched as my juices smeared all over your forehead and nose. You came up and kissed me, let me lick my pussy off of your lips. It was so heavenly, and I wanted yours. I got off the couch and gently pushed you back. You spread your legs for me readily - it was obvious you didn't want any teasing, as you spread your outer lips for me and gave me a marvelous, intimate view of your cunt, which I was absolutely starving for. I kissed your clit with just my lips, caressing your inner thighs with my fingers. You were starting to shake, and I grabbed your thighs to steady you as I started to eat your pussy. I sucked your clit and licked it wantonly, with my tongue long and in long, full strokes. I slipped one finger inside you and we both started to breathe heavily - it was so wonderful inside, you were so wet and ready to be satisfied. I slipped in another finger and felt your pussy spread a bit to accommodate it. I kept licking your clit and sucking it, scraping it a little with my teeth. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy and you were pinching at your nipples and rubbing your breasts. I got back up on top of you and we kissed, this time you licking the pussy off my lips. We looked in to each others eyes and we both knew exactly what we wanted. I turned around and we started to sixty-nine. My finger was back in your pussy and my tongue licking your clit from every side, slowly stirring up your orgasm, bringing it up carefully so you would come slow and hard. You spread my pussy and licked my clit, hovering just above your lips. You slid your finger inside me and I moaned, squeezing it and trying to bring it deeper. I started to thrust you with my finger, gently, and I could feel you start to hum as the orgasm came closer. Not wanting to be the only one to cum, you bit my clit and quickly slid in another finger. Now we were both humming, buzzing, ready to cum. Our sex was amazingly synchronized and we licked each other's clit rhythmically and could both feel with our fingers deep inside one another when we started to cum. We kept licking, feeling the clits throb as we both came and came. We left our fingers in one another until all the throbbing had subsided, and I turned around and lay on top of you. We kissed, cleaning each other's mouths of pussy. As we lay there and I felt our bodies touching, I could feel myself getting turned on again. I saw my knitting on the floor and giggled. We kissed again, for a long time, caressing each other and trying to get back in touch with reality after the experience we just had. We did manage to get up and get dressed - I was almost drooling as I watched you stretch your shirt over your breasts. I was going to take it right off you, but it was only our first lesson. Knitting is an involved craft, and there would have to be many more.