Page 39 of Festive Flings

Her response is timid at first. Her hands are fisted in the bedspread, and her breathing seems heavier. But once I spread her lips open and gently trail my tongue over her moist, velvety folds, she gasps in response. I slowly swirl my tongue over her entire sex before concentrating on her little clit that is hidden from immediate view. Her legs tense against the overwhelming pleasure this action brings and I smile in reaction.

“That’s okay, Flower, just relax. You’re really going to enjoy this. You taste exquisite, and you feel even better. It's like my wildest dreams are coming to life right now.” She relaxes to my words. This time, there is no let up as I eat away at her; I lick, nip, suck and rub until I feel her natural wetness in abundance. It’s like the finest elixir, a sure indicator of my success in pleasing her.

With her legs shaking and her breathy moans, I know she’s getting close. I slide a finger inside her tight hole as I clap down on her clit, and as she starts to cum, she moves against my mouth and threads her fingers through my hair, holding my head in place. I slide a second finger in, too, curling them up to find her g-spot and encourage a second orgasm just as the first starts to finish.

She shouts my name this time, and as I continue to slowly lap at her, she mutters incoherent words under her breath. “That was amazing, Flower. I could seriously stay here and go all night.”

Her little voice is clearer now that she has regained some control. “Oh my God, Tim! Don’t tempt me.”

I laugh at her remark. As I stand and try to help her up, too, she looks down at my tented trousers. “Does doing that turn you on, Tim?”

“Doing what?” Her face reddens, and she bites her lip and looks away. “Lauren, I have just had my face buried in your perfect pussy. Of course that turns me on. My woman, crying out my name as I make her cum. Too right, I am turned on. I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now. I still have your juices on my face and can still hear you chanting my name. I have never wanted someone as much as I want you. I have never wanted to please someone as much as I want to please you.”

She kisses me, gentle little strokes on my neck and up to my ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth before kissing me full on my lips. “I want to please you, too, Tim. I want to please you like you pleased me. I have never desired anyone. I have never wanted anyone. Not until you. I want you more than I could ever tell or show you, Tim.”

She drops to her knees and starts to undo my pants. My dick springs free, and she enthusiastically slides her lips and mouth down it. I know she’s never done this before, and just the thought of her awkwardly trying to suck me off makes me want to blow my load right now. I hold my cock still for her, pulling back the tight skin so she can explore me more freely. I hold on to the doorframe above my head with my other hand as she fucks me with her mouth. I close my eyes and imagine I am slamming into her tight wet hole, but it’s too much.

“Lauren, I’m going to cum. Fuck, you’re good at that! Are you sure that’s your first time, Flower?” Her eyes sparkle in triumph, and she sits back on her feet as I slowly rub myself and cum into my hand.

“Tim? I think I want to do it. I want to go all the way.”

Thank you. Thank you, God!

~ Jamie ~

This trip has been amazing. This morning we attend a business meeting, and I am required to take notes for Owen and schedule other meetings for him in a few months’ time. I expect Owen to maintain a professional front, but he holds my hand as we walk in and introduces me as his PA and, more importantly, his girlfriend, to the chagrin of Saffi.

Owen laughed when I told him about my secret name for her, he told me there was no reason to be jealous but laughed at my creativity. Saffi is pleasant enough to Owen and Mr. Hansen but completely ignores me, looking through me and talking over me. However, I take it all in stride. I would be gutted, too, if Owen had knocked me back, so I do have a little sympathy for her, no matter how childish her behaviour is.

The flight home is a breeze with Owen. He holds my hands and keeps up a steady flow of chatter to distract me. And when it comes to landing, we are too busy kissing to even notice. It’s the first time I have been able to fly without too much anxiety. I could actually get used to flying with Owen.

“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow night, babe? We could go out and then end the night at my place?” I agree, it sounds like a great plan, until I remember I promised Billie I would watch the children for her again.

“I can't. I've just remembered that I promised Billie that I would babysit… but why don’t you come with me? We are going ice skating at the National History Museum.” The reluctance is evident in his face, but I flutter my eyelashes and pout, and he groans and agrees.

I call Billie to ensure this isn’t an issue, and she shouts down the phone about wanting all the dirty details and that she knew we would make a great couple.

I arrive back at my apartment on Friday evening, and I am like a new woman.

Everything seems to be falling into place.

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