You worry as Rea ponders. This is all way weird, and the sensible thing to do in such a case is to back off. You may look cowardly, but you don't get hurt by risks you don't understand. ...But maybe Rea thinks she knows enough to know there is not a threat [which is all too wrong]. She hasn't gotten hurt yet... So maybe... You can only wait in agony, stammering out nonsense about how much the taste helps, while you try not to say that swallowing her would really help you.
Then Rea gets a gleam in her eye, which you quick suspect is good and bad news... "I'm wearing pantyhose... You'll have to turn your back." That is good, even great, news, and you are quickly facing away from Rea. "Now, I'm taking off my shoes, which exposes some lovely toes, one of my better features, don't you think?" You don't of course. Not that there is anything wrong with them, but with so many more interesting parts of a lass, who cares about toes? Not you, at least to any great degree. But you have been called on to praise them, and not to turn around as you do, and you fumble out an answer.
"Now I can reach up under my dress...I have to be careful. It's new. Do you like it?" You quickly agree, hoping she will not ask any more. She had been wearing a dress, right? you would have noticed otherwise, right? "But I'm not sure... Do you think it's the right shade of green?"
Was it green? And Rea is the type who might say "green" about a red dress in this case.
"you have excellent taste", you offer, which you hope will be accepted whether or not the dress is green. This favorable neutrality seems to work, and does again when she wonders if the dress was too daring. "I like you in it."
She should know you prefer her out of it, but doesn't challenge the statement. Instead, she moves on, "I have to be careful with pantyhose... So easy to snag... You wouldn't want me to be wearing a ruined pair, would you?" You try to sound like you really care. But the pattern is clear. Rea is going to describe every inch of her removing those stupid pantyhose and will be wanting you to provide frequent compliments [most of which she will deserve, but...]. You get to imagine her getting naked, but can't turn around to watch. Very pleasant, and very painful.
But eventually comes the permission to turn around, and you are looking at a smiling Rea with a leg stretched out in your direction, her dress hiked up a little more than necessary [and green, tho you are grateful you didn't have to guess at the shade.] "Have a taste."
You have a sizable one. Her entire foot is quickly out of sight. "Feeling betting?" Rea asks, and you eagerly signal yes. She tastes wonderful, and with each swallow, you feel that desire for the next lessen. You figure you will be satisfied before you get to her waist.
Rea is enjoying this too. She musses your hair as you reach her knee, and continues to tease by lifting her dress higher each time your lips approach it, in the process showing just a little more skin than is necessary or proper. She is almost getting as much a kick out of this as you are.
But to the surprise of both of you, you come to a stop at her hip. Rea is the more surprised of course. You expect you could swallow all of her if you had started with both feet. But neither is displeased and you relax in enjoyment for a moment.
But now comes the realization that you are almost on top of her sensitive center, and quite within reach. Just as important, her juices smell fantastic. You just got to have a taste...
Rea stiffens in shock and you hear her start to say something [all too likely an order to stop], but then she relaxes again, and a moment later, explodes into a tidal wave of emotion. Her reaction almost literally drowns you in delicious fluids, which you lap up. As you continue to attack her most guard spot, she clutches your head, trying to pull it in. It doesn't work of course, but you are able to apply yourself to her molten need.
Time seems to stand delightfully still, but you feel Rea's emotions build, and she goes over the top again, this time screaming her approval of your efforts. She is hardly done with that before your tongue is back at work and she is approaching another climax, and another... You lose track of how many times she comes, but you realize your desire to devour her is gone. So you let her out.
Rea gives you a kiss of approval once she can maneuver enough to do so, and advises that, in her "medical" opinion, you will need additional treatments. Then once she is fully out of your mouth, she bends down to pick up her pantyhose... You are to always wonder if the fact that her dress had somehow gotten caught in her belt, and that you are now exposed to those fabulous globes made much difference. Maybe not, but it did speed things along. You have the following choices: 1. sex 2. other indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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