Page 26 of Slippery When Wet

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Two hours and four flutes of Bellinis later, Celeste and I are sitting out on the back deck, feeling lighthearted and giddy. There’s a warm, scented breeze that drifts over us as we sit at the patio table, eating fresh fruit salads.

Celeste slides to her knees in front of me, pushing my already opened thighs further apart. Her hands slip up my skirt. I feel the first touch of her lips on the inside of my thighs and I am already shivering with arousal. I hear her soft groan as her warm tongue slithers up one side of my thigh, then back down the other thigh. I stare out into my expansive manicured yard, then lean my head back, closing my eyes. Luckily, the well-heeled, well-educated neighbors in our gated community aren’t privy to the show, thanks to the evergreen cedar trees that line the edges of my backyard and the six-foot, wooden privacy fence with its French gothic posts.

The afternoon sun beams down on my face, adding more heat to my already heated skin. I hear myself moan as Celeste massages the tip of my clit with lips that send ripples through my entire body. Oh, God, yes…I’m caught up in the rapture of lust.

“Oh, yess…mmm…” My hands find their way at the base of her neck, then running through her silky hair before wrapping strands of it around each hand. I grind into her mouth, feeling a euphoria that intensifies the minute her tongue slides across the slit of my pussy, then dips inside.

“I’m going to swallow your whole pussy,” she murmurs between my legs. “Then suck the cream out of you.” Her hot breath, heating my lower lips, causes billows of staggering pleasure to sweep through my loins.

I moan, enjoying the cadence of Celeste’s talented tongue, flicking and darting all over and around the plump folds of my sex. The hot wetness of her mouth envelopes every part of my clenching cunt, causing me to buck in my seat. I slide down in the chair, Celeste’s hands cupping and squeezing my ass as I lift my hips, rolling them slightly.

“Oooh, yes…eat my pussy…mmmm…get all in that sweet hole…aaah, yessss…”

“That’s right, boo, cum for me,” she whispers against my skin. Then slides her tongue over my asshole, followed by a finger. “Give me that sweet cream.” She sucks me until my cunt melts in her mouth. Heart beating wildly, I ride the wave of pleasure.

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Hours later, the candles are lit and I am luxuriating in my oversized Jacuzzi, sipping an apple martini while Estelle’s album, All Of Me, plays in the background. I hum along to “Thank You” as it floats through the surround sound. I slip further down into the bubbles reminiscing, replaying the day out in my head. Reliving Celeste’s heat engulfing my fingers, my tongue. The delicious sixty-nine position, face-to-pussy, we were in. Recounting her tongue strokes, and mine, each of our licks making the other wetter, and hornier. I reach for my glass, guzzle back the remainder of my martini, then reach for the pitcher and refill my glass before setting it up on the ledge.

She was on fire. Celeste met my gaze with want, and longing. Smoldering heat that singed the senses burst through her pores as she climaxed, triggering my own need for an orgasm.

I melted inside.

I close my eyes, replaying the sex tape. Her hand slides up my spine, her tongue into my mouth. In my fantasy, she’s wearing a flowing yellow chiffon sundress; it’s gauzy material barely hiding her nakedness. I lift her dress up over her head, and her breasts bounce free. Without thought, instinctively, I lick my lips. Reach out touch, to roll her nipples between my fingers and squeeze.

She moans.

I inhale, rewinding the tape in my mind. I can smell her arousal as my fingers press the wet silk covering her crotch, rubbing harder as I lean forward and let my tongue flicker across her left nipple, then her right.

Her flesh moves under my hand, and I feel an awakening quake between my own legs. This time I kiss her, my hand still trapped between her thighs, still playing with her, sliding now beneath her panties to touch her hot, wet cunt.

“Take my pussy, Miasha…” she breathes. I can still feel her lips at my earlobe, my neck, the swell of my breasts; her hot kisses setting my skin ablaze.

I feel myself shuddering as we lay, her head position toward my feet, the mouth of her pussy positioned over my face.

“I love sucking your clit. Eating your pussy.”

“Ooh, your pussy’s so sweet and sticky…”

My hand slips between my legs as I envision Celeste moaning above me, her hips rolling, thrusting deep into my mouth. Her warm, wet mouth clamped around my pussy; her tongue swirling over and around my clit.

I am having an out-of-body experience. Floating. Drifting along the edges of delirium and hysteria. “Fuck me, you pretty bitch…oooh, get all up in this wet pussy…aaah…mmmm…”

I spread my legs wider. Swivel my hips. Allow the sudsy bubbles to slosh up into my cunt as I hover on the brink of coming. “Aaaah…mmmmm…”

My cell rings, stealing my orgasm. I blink. It keeps ringing. I blink, again. I want to ignore it. Want to keep stroking my clit, want to cum. But its ringtone tells me that it’s Aaron. I smile, quickly reaching over to answer. “Hello,” I say breathlessly, wet fingers gripping the edges of the cell.

“Miss me, baby?” His voice is like hot chocolate, smooth and delicious. My body tingles. He is the only man who can turn me on by the mere sound of his voice.

“You know I do.”

“Where are you?”

I bring my fingers, the ones buried deep inside of me moments ago, to my lips.

“In the Jacuzzi.”

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