Progress

I kiss her first, that almost goes without saying. But it's worth saying because she's so damn kissable.  Her lips are full and juicy and she grinds her body against mine every time I suck her lower lip into my mouth.  I work the ears too.  She gets hot and bothered when I suck on her earlobes with earrings in.

Then down her chin a trail of kisses until I hit her collar bone and stop there for a moment.  It's all I can do not to give her a hickey that would stand out like a sore thumb but she can't wear turtlenecks all the time so I'm gentle.  Maybe a light nibble, but no pressure.  By this time she's already squirming and I know she's dripping wet already.  Patience.  Patience.

Patience is hard.

I cup my hands on her breasts and flick my thumbs over her nipples as I get closer with my tongue.  Then I lick them both quickly and run my thumb and forefinger around them as I kiss between her breasts.  There's a spot somewhere between them where I can leave a mark, but not today.  Today is all about gentleness.  Her nipple in my mouth is firm and I imagine suckling at it as I slowly slide my tongue around, then again.  She's breathing heavy now.  My hands have moved to her thighs as her legs spread, inviting me.  I'll only be a moment more.  Just want to thoroughly enjoy this nipple.  Then the other.  Back and forth until she's writhing, her butt thrusting up against my belly, pressing her pubis into me, warm and wet, leaving its own mark on me.

Down over her cute little belly, hands to either side.  She can't take much more.  She wants it.

First a quick lap of the tongue to taste.  She's salty sweet, a little sour sometimes but today just salty sweet.  My head lowers and my hands are on her butt and I'm running my tongue slowly from the base of her slit upward, feeling the tender lips part and lead me to her clit.

Now fingers.  Finger first, mustn't rush her even though she's ready to be rushed.  I want her to last a little.  But no, barely have I got my finger inside her, curling up, than she gasps and her legs lock me in as she spasms quickly.  It's been too long.  Not too long, but too long for her.  I've got her cumming as I press my finger up against her and lick down with force.  She spasms again on my finger.

Now I lift her pert buttocks in the air and swirl my tongue over her, delving down into her passage, feeling her lips against mine.  Out again and up, covered in juices which I slather over her clit.  She's holding her ass in the air so I go in with a finger again, then two, three, my middle finger arching up to find the spot I crave.  She craves it too, don't worry.

There it is, and she's crying out, her legs shaking, as I flick my tongue over her clit in a fever.  I want a good one out of her, not just some spasms but a good hard cum.  My finger is rocking in time to my tongue.

"Oh Lexi!"

She collapses, writhing, as I try to keep up with her, and then she pants, "Stop, too much!" so I let her subside.  There's going to be a wet spot on the mattress tonight.

Ballet

Christmas time sometimes means Lexi works for the ballet.  Which means she lusts after young ballerinas in lascivious but clandestine ways. This is made more difficult by my inability to express my lust in any physical way even to myself.  I am an old crank, officially, and you should keep the youth away from me.  Damn it, those sculpted butts, those pert breasts pushed up by corsets, and the tutus, God help me the tutus.

The worst kind of tutu for me is the kind that has ruffles in the crotch.  For some reason that really gets me going.  I envy the male dancers (but also lust after them because I would happily engage in some Kama-Sutra-esque action given that flexibility and strength.

Working

I've been busting my hump at the theater while also kind of sick which is why I'm quiet this week.  I hope to have something for Christmas though, so please stay tuned.

Beach-Front Property

We were on a deserted beach, just Dad and I.  Mom and the other kids had gone shopping and we were lying on blankets, under the umbrella of course because we're all sun-conscious.  No one around.  We were in a secluded part of the beach.

"I feel frisky," said Dad.  His cock was standing at attention.  "Your mother wouldn't necessarily approve..."

I had his shorts down faster than he could finish the sentence and a short time later had my bikini pulled to the side and his cock thrusting up into me.  We took it slow, just enjoying the thrill.  At first.  Then it got hotter and heavier, towel thrown over us to hide as I straddled him, bikini off completely so he could get his lips on my tender nipples.

"Mind if I watch?"

We both stopped dead and peered around the umbrella to see a middle-aged guy standing there, tumescence already showing in his shorts.

It took us a moment to regain our composure.  "Why not?" Dad said.  "Make yourself comfortable."

"Don't worry, I'm not a freak or anything," the man said.  "I have a house over there and was admiring the two of you, so I decided to stop being a perv and come introduce myself."

"Can I do anything for you?" I asked.  I was raised to be polite.

He came closer and pulled down his shorts without saying a word.  Pretty soon I was sucking a stranger's cock while my Dad plowed me from behind until he grunted, "Hope you don't mind sloppy seconds," and unloaded into me.

The stranger took Dad's place without question.  He wasn't much to write home about but the novelty and excitement got me off before he asked, "Is it okay if I cum inside her?"

"She can make her own decisions," laughed Dad.  He was stroking himself idly, coming back to life.

"Can I, young lady?"

"Please."

He came buckets.  He must have been hard up or had been working on his load for ages.  "If you're ever in the neighborhood, come by," he said while I cleaned him off.  Then he pulled up his shorts and strolled off, leaving Dad to pull me down to him and begin again.

And that was the last we saw of him.  Maybe he was a ghost.  I don't care; it was fun.

Throwback

Clearing out old photos and came upon this one from God knows when, probably college. I wish my tits were actually as full as this pic makes them look. I don't remember this at all, so it doesn't stir up any unpleasantness in my loins, but that's me blowing that guy and there's definitely another guy in line and a third holding my ass suggesting something... okay, stirring a bit now, take it as you like it.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone out there.  I know I'm thankful for my readers, even though I don't do enough to share that thanks. Go tell someone how thankful you are for their sexy moves in some demonstrative way, just for your ol' pal Lexi.

Happier Times