Blind Date

Steve

I tried to focus on something other than the intense pleasures I was receiving from Mic's ministrations. "I would love to concentrate on you, in fact, my eyes have been concentrated nowhere else for the past several hours. But it's your handiwork, so to speak, that is ruining my concentration."

Gently kissing Mic's face, I work my fingers deeper into her. "Let me know when you're getting close and I'll try to hold out till then."
 
Mic

"Okay," I whisper softly my fingers sliding down his back, "It's not my fault I can't keep my hands off you. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that's nice," I murmur leaning into him licking his shoulder fingers digging into his behind.
 
Steve

It has been too long since I have been in this position with a girl. I glance down to where my fingers dance through her glistening hairs, disappearing from view, only to return shiny and slick. I pull my hand back up to my mouth where I proceed to taste my finger. "Mmmm, Mic, Almost as good as the pizza," I tease. "But I'm afraid I'm going to have to try it from the source to get a second opinion. Would you like a taste test?"
 
Mic

I tremble against him as he asks me if I care for a taste. I can only nod and let my tongue drag over lips as his finger approaches, I take a long lick and smile, and then recall his comment about tasting from source and I glance up at him.
 
Steve

I slide a finger into her mouth as she wraps her lips around it. Her tongue searches out the moisture that is her own and tastes it. I knew she would like it, I know I do. With a light kiss to hold her for a while, I began to kiss my way down her body. I stopped for a few moments to wrap each nipple in a fresh coating of saliva as I passed them. Her stomach was soft and supple and as I dragged my tongue down towards her belly button, she gave an involuntary shake from the ticklishness of it.

Finally, after dipping my tongue into her navel, I finish my voyage. Like a visitor on a foreign shore, I stop to stare at the soft expanse of hair surrounding the pink and red of her innermost entrance. The dew on the hair is of the sweetest flavor. I lick softly, once, tasting the moisture there.

"I think this is a flavor I could get very used to," I say. Though my mouth is occupied, I think Mic heard me.
 
Michaela

"Uhhhuhhhh," I manage to sputter, spread out on the soft sheets of my bed watching his face and tongue travel downward, my legs spreading willingly unbidden at his lightest touch. Taking slow husky breaths as he inspects my most intimate parts, the fine curly black hair covering soft outer mound, then rosey plump inner lips framing a very wet slit. It took all my will power to keep from wrapping my legs around his head and pulling him in.
 
Steve

Driving my tongue as deep into her inner recesses as possible, I try to run the fine line between bringing Mic off as quickly as I can and teasing her every inch. I slide my tongue up the groove of her pussy until I reach the clit which now sticks out like a small button to be nibbled on. I can hear Mic above me start to draw in gasping breaths and I know the combination of the earlier build-up and my current ministrations is driving her quickly to her first explosion.
 
Mic

Normally it was like being pushed off a cliff, high for a moment then plummetting downward, but this time it was as if I jumped freely up and off soaring in bliss then slowly arching down and landing on a lower plateau, but not hitting bottom. I gasped a high little cry of pleasure then as I drifted back began murmuring his name.
 
Steve

The arch of her back gave away her orgasm, not to mention the panting, moaning, and the final cry of pleasure. I brought my wet face up to hers kissing her and sharing her juices with her. "Mic, I could eat you all night, and I fully intend to spend much of this night trying, but I have the odd feeling that one of my heads is going to explode before very long and this one up here has gotten very used to kissing you and I would hate to lose it now that I have found you."
 
Mic

I giggle a sensual little sound, wrapping my legs around his hips. "They is only so much tasting I can take as well." Our lips continue until most of my taste is gone. "And we can't have your head exploding all over the place and making a mess now can we?" I speak slowly as if I'm only half aware of moving my lips, my hands sliding up his back. For an instant I wonder about his willingness to taste after he's been inside me, often that wierds guys out, or they are too wiped out after cumming.
 
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