0 comments/ 52534 views/ 7 favorites A Collegial Swap Ch. 01 By: RickieTee Chapter 1: The Pleated Black Mini-Skirt The pleated black mini-skirt is perfect. The snug waistband accentuates Jaci's slim waist, from there it flows over her hips to just below mid-thigh ending two or three inches above her knees. As she turns to walk the few steps to the bar to retrieve a chocolate martini the pleated material swirls around her legs, drawing attention to the sheer nylons that sheath her well-formed legs. I wonder how many people in the room have noticed the recently hand crafted gold anklet adorning her right ankle? The two-inch black heels do exactly what high-heels are designed to do: tighten her calf muscles and tense her ass muscles to give them greater definition. From across the room I can see the outline of a lace bra under her white, quite sheer cotton blouse. How clever Jaci was to select one of the older style "bullet" bras for this evening! It has the effect of holding her breasts out and up, and the contoured blouse fitting closely to the lace material of the bra emphasizes still more the full swell of her 36C breasts. Is that a hint of a smile in my direction as she turns to take the few steps back to the dark-haired handsome man, who also happens to be our friend Omar? Hmmm. I watch as Omar invites Jaci to join him on the sofa along the far wall. I move to the other side of the room ostensibly to pick at munchies on the sideboard. Casually turning back in the direction of the sofa, my heart rate rises as does my cock. From where I am standing I can hear snitches of their animated conversation, something about a current novel. Sitting on the sofa with knees chastely together the skirt rides higher, but it's still not clear--did Jaci choose stockings or pantyhose for this evening's party? Now if you'll please cross your legs my dear wife.... ah, that's it. The martini has loosened her inhibitions, if she has any this evening, and in response to a look in her conversation partner's eye, she lifts her right leg to cross it over her left knee, while turning slightly into him sitting on her left. As her skirt rides another inch higher on her thigh, the dark band at the top of her right leg's stocking slips into view. I see Omar's faint smile as he casually looks down. He seems hesitant, perhaps being reminded by seeing the wedding band on her hand that she is married--to me, actually. His glance travels back up to her face, pausing at her bust almost imperceptibly, but I see it--god, I feel like I'm in his skin. Her encouraging smile says what he needs to hear, and he smiles back relaxing into the apparent seduction. Her gentle laughter at something he says causes her to lean ever so slightly more into his space. Certainly a smaller space now than it was only moments before, in way more ways than one. It seems that his right hand, until then casually laying on the sofa, has playfully caressed the side of her hidden leg. The blush at her neck tells me, and him too, that her sex has risen; maybe it's the expectant silence that settles between them. -- Sitting on the sofa, Jaci's mind whirled at what she was doing--and it wasn't the chocolate martini! She could see Keith across the way observing her flirtatious sexy behavior. He had said it was more than okay this evening; that it really turned him on to think of her sexing-up a colleague, especially Omar. Memories of last night's romp after talking about what she would wear this evening brought still more blush to her face--geesh, Omar must think she's a bitch in heat! "Well, I am," she smiled to herself. "I wonder if he can smell me yet?" Omar's bold but hidden caress of her leg made her heart thump. In the next few moments she had to make up her mind. Would she go through with this to a new stage, one she hadn't got to ever before? Or break it off now, as before, ever so gently chiding her friendly suitor and moving on to other conversations. Her heart beat hard with the thought of the decision. Breaking off the brief silence, Jaci leans over closer while pushing her brunette hair back over her left ear to whisper in his ear, close enough that she can smell his faint cologne, and asks him to remind her where the washrooms are in the house. He replies, "Well, there's one here on the main floor down that hallway there towards the kitchen. And if you want a little more privacy, then at the top of the stairs you turn left and about halfway down the hall, across from the guest room there's another..." Jaci feels Omar hesitate ever so slightly, then he continues in response to the "whisper" part of her query... "and, uhm, if you really would like to be alone for a bit, there's another washroom at the other end of the hallway upstairs. Turn right when you get to the top of the stairs, go to the end of the hallway and there are two doors, one on each side of the hallway. The left one goes to the master bedroom; the right one goes to my den. Between the den and the bedroom, you might recall from the viewing, there is a walk-through washroom complete with whirlpool and sauna. You can enter it from either the bedroom or the den--it's your choice." The hesitant quality to his voice as he shares the information tells Jaci what she already knows--the double entendre of "it's your choice" makes her head swim. He's clearly as excited as is she. It's now up to her. Will it be down the main floor hallway towards the kitchen, to the left at the top of the stairs, or to the right knowing full well what that choice might bring? She excuses herself, setting her martini glass on the coffee-table, and walks slowly toward the stairs opposite very conscious of Omar's eyes following her. And her husband's. -- I try to recall the layout of the second floor--I wish the tour of the house had been a bit longer and not so long ago.... "Your dear wife Jacynth is looking particularly ravishing this evening, Keith." "Oh, thanks Max. Yes, she is isn't she? I think she decided to perk you sorry sods up a bit. Seems like you need some perking, eh?" I said with a chuckle. "I've always wondered about her name, your wife's that is. Are there any stories associated with it?" "Well, other than the fact that her dad was a geologist, no," I reply with a covert smirk. "She doesn't get a lot of reaction to it, actually. When I first met her, she was constantly explaining to people that it's 'Jaci, which rhymes with lacy'. But after all these years, our circle of friends pretty much know and pass it on without her needing to mention anything." "So how's Marlene?" I insert to redirect the conversation that really, really can't go on too long, as I watch my wife start up the stairs. Looking across the room I see Marlene; Max's wife as shy and comely as she always seems to be. The wisp of a curious smile does make one wonder what lioness might be hiding under the generally staid clothing. "Oh, fine as ever," says Max. "So, Omar certainly seems to be the lucky one?" Geesh, this guy is tenacious. The slight rise in Max's voice hints at wondering if I've noticed the sexual energy that has been on display for everyone and anyone who cared to notice. Clearly he had... "Yup, well, they have offices down the hall from one another at work; I expect they're comparing notes on the Department Chair's recent memo." "Ah, isn't your office somewhere in the humanities building too, Keith?" "It's down a floor from theirs." I pause for a second, then continue, "You're over at the M. Laurier center, I think?" "Boring as it is, yes. We science types get to look out at a brick wall. Charming place to put a new building, that was." "Say, do you recall where the bathrooms are in this place?" "Yup--there's one on the main floor here and one at the top of the stairs down the hallway to the left." "Thanks. If you'll excuse me, uh, I need to check one out." I add that, "I think I'm going to burst after that last beer," to try and make it sound more convincing. While chatting with Max I've been watching Jaci with my peripheral vision. As she set her foot on the first stair I watched her smile at Omar, and then at me as she ascended the first few steps deliberately and slowly. Christ she's got fabulous legs, now on display for anyone caring to look at her movement up the stairs. As I thought, Omar now is lounging across the room in casual conversation with Marlene, but obviously--well, obviously to me at least--he, too, is watching Jaci's legs slowly disappear out of sight. With a short laugh he excuses himself clearly having made a light-hearted joke to exit the conversation with a slight wave of his hand. As he gets to the bottom of the stairs and looks up, I see him pause while gazing upwards. Hmmm, it seems that spark in his eye just got brighter. -- Jaci took the last few steps slowly, hoping that Omar would reach the bottom of the stairs at about the same time. Now as she steps into the upstairs hallway, Jaci still does not know which way she will turn. But as she reaches the top of the staircase her eyes come level with the Egon Scheile reproduction framed on the wall over the small round hallway table. As she gazes at the painting, she feels her knees start to weaken with excitement. "What's this painting called? I've seen it before," she asks herself, only to answer herself almost immediately with, "The Artist's Wife." "But wasn't it actually the artist's mistress?" she now vaguely recalls. The legs spread provocatively, knees up with the folds of her shorts outlining her vagina made the painting controversial in its day. Gazing at it makes Jaci's thoughts turn to her own vagina, which was starting to make its presence felt. Looking down at the small table doesn't help matters! A gorgeous Leo Moll cast figure of a nude girl with her legs spread playfully apart invites her inspection. As she bends over to look at it the blood courses through her veins. She suddenly senses, from a brief movement at the foot of the stairs, that someone is looking up at her. Bent over at the waist while looking at the nude girl statue would be giving whoever is looking up at her a perfect view of the tops of her stockings, certainly her creamy thighs--as Keith likes to call them--and maybe even her pussy. "God, I can't believe I'm finally doing this," she thinks as she bends a bit further to get a closer look at the Moll on the table. "What if it's not Omar," runs through her mind, too. As she slowly straightens up, Jaci makes her decision and turns to the right. It's really not much of a surprise. She and Keith have been talking about something like this happening for weeks. As she walks down the long hall, she walks slowly, deliberately sashaying, giving whomever had been at the bottom of the stairs time to get to the top. At the end of the hallway is a mirror. About halfway down the hall she watches in the mirror as Omar turns at the top of the stairs; and her heart thumps. He watches her walk, his eyes clearly roaming up and down her body, his desire clear. She gazes at him in the mirror until their eyes lock and hold. When Jaci gets to the end of the hallway she pauses, "bedroom or den?" She turns around slowly, looks Omar straight in the eyes and with the best temptress smile she can conjure up slowly reaches down and inches the front of her skirt up a couple of inches to show off the top of her stockings, the garter straps and her thighs. As she lets her skirt fall, she gives a flirtatious smile, and enters Omar's den knowing he will follow. -- The brass lamp sitting on the desk casts a warm, sweet light in the den. As Jaci enters the room she can see to her left a pocket door leading into a darkened room. "That must be the walk-in washroom/closet Omar was talking about," she reminds herself. Through it would be the bedroom, "a mirror to this one," she vaguely recalls, "only with a bed replacing the desk." The walls of the den are lined with bookcases. The desk, on which the lamp sits, is towards the middle of the room just beyond the pocket door. Jaci pauses as she walks towards the desk. The view out the bay window behind the desk comes clearly into view. It is stunning. The rolling prairie valley stretches out before her in the evening light. "Wow, now that's a great backdrop for a good fuck," she muses with a smile on her lips. Her hand involuntarily comes up to cup and then knead her breast which aches with anticipation. Her mind is on fire with sexual adventure and risk, too. She walks over to the desk and scans the messy top with scraps of writing and open books laying about. Her heart beats, she turns towards the door, knowing it will soon open, and leans against the desk, one leg slightly bent. With a brief jolt she suddenly feels a tingle of anticipation run through her body. "God, I hope I'm able to handle this," she says softly with a nervous breath as she watches the door slowly open. Jaci knows herself well enough to know that her curvaceous figure leaning against the desk is a stunning picture of sensuality outlined by the soft light. Her nipples are hard; she can feel them pressing into the point of her retro Cameo-Intimates bra. Omar gasps, almost audibly as he enters his den. Gazing at the beautiful woman standing by his desk makes his cock go hard--his colleague, his wife's friend, his friend's wife, had the time finally come? -- Trying to look as nonchalant as possible, I make my way quickly up the stairs having let at least a couple of people know I was badly in need of a bathroom break. Of course, what I was really in need of was a refresher course for the layout of this house! As I get to the top of the stairs I hear the soft click of a door closing. It came from my right. Thank goodness for the plush carpet as I speedily move down the hallway, watching myself get larger in the mirror as I come quietly to the end of the hall. I remember now back to the brief tour we'd had of the house when Omar and Mandy first opened it for viewing. Omar's den was to the right joined to a bedroom on the other side of the house by a large walk-through "relaxing room," as they called it. A lovely, large sauna and tub, with all the usual amenities. Now the bedroom door is ajar. What if someone is in it? What if Jaci and Omar are in it!? I follow my gut instinct--I'm quite sure the door to my right, now closed, must have been the source of the "click" that I'd heard. So the question was whether there was anyone in the bedroom. Slowly I push the door open to sense a dark quiet room. "Good," I mutter under my breath. I enter the room, softly closing the door behind me and then, with heart pounding, crouch down to enter the rest of the way. I sure wouldn't make a good 007, I feel so clumsy.... The bed sits towards the middle of the room. "Geez, what a gorgeous view of the valley," I think to myself looking out over the bed through the bay window. Staying low and sensing more than actually knowing I make my way over to the edge of the bed, noting the pocket door halfway down the right wall of the room--that would lead, if my memory is correct, through the "relaxing room" to the den. Then as I enter the room further and my eyesight adjusts to the low light, I sense that the pocket door is open and faint light is emanating from the den across the way, the only source of light in the bedroom. "Oh god." I can see Jaci leaning against the desk in the other room. My heart jumps to my throat. She's so fucking beautiful. The house is big, so she seems quite far away. "I wonder how large these rooms are," I ponder while trying to calculate how far sound would travel and being terribly self-conscious of my own labored breathing. I must be about 20 feet away from her.... oops, them as I watch Omar come into the picture. "Hi," I hear Jaci say with that lilt to her voice that I know means she's hot as hell. Sitting on the floor, my back against the bed just to the side of the pocket door I have to strain to hear her. "I'm glad you found me," she continues. "So am I," Omar replied. My cock feels like it is going to burst it's so hard as I sit on the floor there in the dark room. -- The slight quiver in Jaci's arms excites her. "I wish Keith could see me now," passes through her mind as she looks at Omar just inside the doorway now moving towards her. "He'd probably be as excited as me!" "You look ravishing Jaci. Never better." "Thanks, Omar. Flattering comments will get you everywhere, you know." "Will they?" Omar smiles inquisitively as he feels his way forward in the conversation. "Hmmm." The raised eyebrows and playful smile reassures Omar that they are on the same wavelength. What next, though? They'd known each other quite a long time, first crossing paths as graduate students at conferences. Although they had flirted with each other always, they'd never gone further than flirting. Both were happily married; both their spouses knew each other as well. A real nice four-some for occasional dining and nights out.... The atmosphere in the room changes quickly as Jaci stands up and takes a step towards Omar with a gentle reassuring smile. With one step forward he closes the gap. The six inches of real estate that separates them vibrates with sexual energy. I watch as Jaci puts her hands on Omar's chest, sliding them up until they start to go around his neck causing her breasts to press into his chest. He moans as he feels them and his hands naturally find her waist. He pulls her urgently towards him; her hands pull his face down to hers as their pent up sexual energy finally finds release in a rush of passion. Their mouths hungrily lock in a deep kiss, her arms pulling him into her, his arms lifting her closer until I see her standing on her toes. Her tongue probes, explores, enters his mouth hungrily feeding on his warm tongue with feverish abandon. After the first passionate moments of fevered French kissing Jaci and Omar settle into a passionate exploration of each other's bodies. Jaci keeps kissing Omar on his face and neck, caressing the back of his head, roving one hand or the other over his chest, her mouth always returning to suck on his lower lip or tweak his ear lobe with heavy breath and nimble nips. Omar's hands rove over Jaci's back, each time going lower down her back, pulling her deeper into his body. I overhear Jaci's encouraging "oh, your hands feel soooo good Omar, yes, keep doing that," said in between deep kissing. Her permission encourages Omar to cup her ass cheeks, gently squeezing them, kneading them with his fingers. Slowly, as I watch with throbbing cock, he lifts the back of the short black pleated mini-skirt and I watch as the flesh of her ass comes into view briefly before his hands pull her up and into him--her body cleaves to his in passion now feeling his hands on her flesh. Watching his fingers work into her crack I hear her start to moan with pleasure at his exploration. "Omar, oh, please, Omar, that feels so good," I hear her gasp. "You like that, Jaci?" "Oh,,,,,, yes,,,,,, p-p-p-please,,,,,, more,,,,,," she replies between short shallow breaths. I watch as Omar bends down and forward causing her to compact into him, while his right hand reaches further into her folds. "Oh. Oh." Jaci responds. "I was wondering if you were wearing panties, you naughty girl," grunts Omar. "These feel more like a thread," he chuckles into her neck. Jaci responds with a quiver. His finger slides under the thread-like back of the thong to slide down to the dark recess of her pussy. It seems his finger has started to rub into Jaci's pussy as her hips move and she widens her legs to give him more access. She looks so wanton from my low-level vantage point--Omar's left hand holding her close to him while his right starts to rhythmically move in and out of her warm wet cunt. "Oh, Omar that feels so good; yes, rub my pussy, it's so wet for you...." A Collegial Swap Ch. 01 "You sure are," he chuckles under his breath. "Actually, you're soaking wet, Jaci. What a hot and wet pussy you have my dear colleague." Teasing her he asks, "So, do you want more you gorgeous horny woman?" Jaci moans into his fingers, her breath getting ragged as he pushes deeper into her cunny with them. Then I see Jaci tighten her ass and I realize that he must have put his index finger against her tight rosebud of an asshole. As he lubricates her asshole, he massages it more vigorously dipping in and out further and deeper. "You like that, eh Jaci?" "Oh yes, take both holes, I'm soooo horny for you." Omar is now pushing two fingers deeply into her snatch while the index finger of his right hands slides in and out of her backdoor. Jaci starts to groan with the intensity, locking her arms around Omar's neck and burying her face into the curve of his neck as he moves one of his fingers to start to rub her clit. Soon I see my dear wife start to cum while riding Omar's hand to a sweet heavenly orgasm, her body shuddering in his grip as he massages her cunt expertly. Burying her face into his neck, all I hear is, "Ooooohhhhh Goooood Omarrrr." Even from where I'm sitting her ecstatic orgasmic moans are enough almost to make me cum as she responds to his finger's ministrations. -- After a few moments of Omar holding her against him after the intensity of her orgasm, I hear Jaci say with a smile, "wow, that was great; what a sweet lover you are, not that I expected anything different after all these years of knowing you." Reaching down between their bodies I watch as Jaci rubs the bulge in Omar's pants. "But your balls must be aching," she breathes into his chest as she comes down from her intense orgasm. "I want to fuck your pussy so bad, Jaci." "Oh, Omar," she moans. "I want that too," taking his face in her hands, "but we can't, you know, Keith, my husband." Jaci knows that now is the sensitive moment she'd been preparing for.... "I'm not using any birth control right now, Omar. Keith and I want to have another baby. You and Mandy must know how that feels." Omar hesitates hearing the name of both his wife and her husband in one breath. "Yes, we wanted to have two as well. Umm." Jaci breaks into his awkward hesitation. Hugging him close, Jaci quickly soothes and dissipates any lingering disappointment. "Thank you so much for understanding. I really, really want to feel your cock in my pussy--you can feel how horny I am for you, can't you?" "You're hot as a firestorm, Jaci." "And you're hard as a steel rod! Omar, I know this is new, but, please, let me suck your cock--you won't be disappointed, really." After a brief pause, Jaci adds with a raspy voice, "I promise I'll give you a blowjob to remember." Omar's face brightens as I watch Jaci step back from him ever so slightly, holding his face in her hands while pulling him down to kiss her softly. Then, keeping her eyes locked on his, I watch as she slides her hands down his chest then slowly kneels in front of him. Keeping her eyes locked on his while half whispering, half moaning I hear her suddenly daring, sluttish assertion: "I'm going to suck and fuck your cock so good with my hot mouth, Omar--I absolutely love hard cock in my mouth." "What nasty talk from such a gorgeous mouth," he manages to get out between puffs of excited breath. "I've been told that I have a remarkable talent," her softened voice coaxes, helping to relax him. "Oh, what's that?" "I have the ability to smile with my mouth full, of course. I'll bet you want to see that, eh?" -- Seeing Jaci on her knees gazing up at Omar, her forearms resting against his thighs, one hand's fingers gently curled over his belt now, causes the blood coursing through my hard cock to throb still more intensely. This was one lucky guy; she clearly intended to give him the full 'Jaci' treatment--I know what he is in for.... As she starts to undo his buckle, she asks coyly, "You locked the door?" "Yes," accompanied by a grunt. "You have to promise me something, Omar." "Huh?" "You have to promise me something," she says again, with a devilish half-smile while continuing to free him from his pants. "Uh, okay, what?" As she undoes the button on his waistband, she slyly glances up at him. "When you cum, you can't hold back at all. Not at all. I want it all, every last drop, everything you've got. I love the feeling of a man cumming hard in my mouth." After a slight pause, she asks again, "Do you promise?" "God, you're incredible," he manages to gasp, feeling her run her hand up the inside of his now bare leg. By now his pants are down around his ankles. As she leans forward opening her mouth to place it over the bulge in his briefs, her hand comes up between his legs to caress his sack. Her hot breath clearly affects his breathing patterns. Hooking her fingers in the waistband she pulls his bikini briefs out and down with one smooth move. Now, with his cock finally freed, she teases again, looking at his hardening cock with intense desire, and looking back up at him, "Promise?" "Yes, god, yes!" he says, as she lifts his cock and plants a wet kiss on the underside at the base, causing her to look straight up at him. Opening her mouth from the kiss, his cock rests on her mouth like a short log, his balls resting against her cheek. Slowly she moves her mouth out to the end of the now rigid pole and then back again, flicking her tongue along the underside, occasionally taking his balls into her mouth, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on his. What an incredible sight. This gorgeous woman--my wife--on her knees with a now solid cock resting in the valley of her mouth. His, "Oh, man that feels great," prompts her to slide her hand over the engorged head. Lifting her mouth from the base, she smiles up at him, genuinely pleased. "I'm glad you like it so far, but it's time to get a better taste, eh?" At which point she promptly takes the head fully into her mouth and, from the look of her cheeks caving in and out, clearly starts to suck him hard. "Ugh, mmmf." Her head rhythmically bobbing ever further down his shaft causes him to start to move his hips. "That's it baby, fuck my mouth with this gorgeous cock," she manages to get out while taking a breath. "Fuck my mouth thoroughly, you know, I love it." To prove the point, quickly she sucks him back into her mouth, wanting him badly now. Ya, I know her too, as my cock strains against my pants. To show him just how badly she wants him to use her mouth for both his satisfaction and hers, she reaches both her hands around to his ass cheeks, massaging them and pulling him forward with each thrust, timing her breaths and working her mouth and throat muscles to accommodate his thrusts. "Oh god babe, you're hot, god you know how to suck cock," he manages to get out while grabbing the edge of the desk to stabilize his quivering legs. "Suck me, Jaci, suck me, suck me..." he starts to chant under his breath in time to his thrusts and her mouth's ministrations. Alternating between letting him fuck her mouth, and pulling back on him to use her hand to stroke him while sucking hard on the head of his cock, was having the desired affect. What a beautiful cock-sucking slut, I mutter under my breath to myself, as she continues to pull him in and out of her mouth, each stroke causing her lips to expand as his thick cock-head comes out and her throat to expand as the head of his cock probes deeper into the back of her throat. He wasn't going to last long with this treatment, I could see. The build-up had been too intense. The coy dressing and flirting, her seduction on the sofa and at the top of the stairs, the intense kissing, all drawing him into her sexual energy. It was too much. Watching them, I could almost feel the heat from their bodies. The 10 feet shrunk to a few inches as my own cock responded to the sight of her vigorous mouthing. Geez, I could almost feel her mouth on me, bringing back delicious memories of times when she gave me head with the same wanton passion she was now exhibiting for him. What a gorgeous sexual woman. My reverie snapped back to the current reality when I heard him grunt, "Are you ready, babe?" Momentarily lifting her mouth from his engorged cock, "God, yes. Give it to me, babe, I want it soooo bad." Plunging her head back onto his cock, she renews her vigorous sucking action. I can see him starting to lose it. "Oh god, take it you sweet cock-sucking little slut! Take it," as he starts to explode with fierce passion into her mouth. Her sucking pauses only long enough to swallow, then frantically she sucks more of his cum into her mouth, while he grunts like a rutting animal pouring his seed into her eager mouth. Her hand expertly milks his shaft: not too hard, not too soft. As his cock releases its tension, she continues to gently hold it in her mouth, careful not to apply too much pressure--her milking action drains him thoroughly, helping him to come back to his senses. After several moments, I hear him mutter, "Sorry, didn't mean to call you a slut," obviously a bit embarrassed, clearly not wanting to ruin this first fuck, with thoughts of others already dancing in his head. He watches her mewling on his cock while caressing his ball sack gently. Their eyes stayed locked the entire time as she looks up at him coming down from his high, his cock still in her mouth. Finally releasing his cock from her mouth, she smiles at him. "Good, eh?" "Ya," he says between breaths, "that's an understatement." She leans forward and kisses him on the thigh. "It's okay, you know," resting her head against his leg looking up at him. "What's okay?" "In the heat of passion I like being called a slut," her wicked smile playing with him, "but only in the heat of passion, okay? It wouldn't do to hear that in the hallways at the college, now would it!?" "Uh, ya, okay; of course." "Now, put your arms under mine and lift me up to you. I want to feel your gorgeous lips on mine." As he pulls her up she wraps her arms around his neck, drawing his mouth down to hers. Their lips lock into a deep passionate kiss once again, her tongue probing his mouth, his probing hers. The pungent taste of their sex now fully permeating their mouths. "Your lips feel so good," I hear him breath into her ear. "Mmm, yes, your lips feel great on mine too," she replies. "But, I had in mind another pair of lips that I happen to have," her voice tinkling with laughter to match the twinkling in her mischievous eyes. The sight of her pressed against him, her arms locked around his neck, her breasts crushed into his chest, his cock now pressed into the pleats of her pleated black mini-skirt swirling around his naked legs is a picture of pure sensual sexuality.