It was one of our favorite places, especially when the weather turned warm. The woodland glade-our glade-was only a short stroll out of town and yet almost like an uncharted wilderness that we had discovered. Kind of a little world all our own. So pretty! The thick foliage softened the rays of the sun, allowing only shadow-dappled light to filter through. The grass with its mossy patches spread like a luxurious green carpet under our bare bodies. Was there ever a spot more conducive to love?
We were in a giggly mood though, telling jokes and tussling around playfully, all in good fun, laughing it up before getting down to serious business. But then, as so often happened in such circumstances, Alix got impatient and couldn't wait any longer; she ducked her head between my thighs and ended the hilarity. Except for one last prolonged giggle that oozed from her lips and made direct contact with my flesh, muffled but still audible. Tangible too, actually, a tickling titillation that inspired me to further humor.
"Hey, wipe that smile off your face."
It was meant to be funny-humor of a sort, at least-but her immediate obedience was total and to the point, banishing laughter in favor of love. I started writhing responsively, arching upward in a pelvic thrust to offer easy access to that tongue of hers, the purveyor of my personal pleasure. And pretty soon I was going up and down like that, rubbing the length of my cunt against her face and getting all slippery there, both of us. Only it wasn't exactly necessary, I realized; my eager admirer had energy to spare, energy enough for two; why waste the effort? I slowed my share of the activity to an eventual halt and succumbed passively to my sex-drugged senses, concentrating on that one vital contact but drifting gradually into a state of infinite sensuality. There was a completeness now, a oneness with the environment.
Around us the silence became overwhelming. It was almost as if the birds had stopped warbling from their treetop perches. As if the gentle breeze had come to terms with the incessantly rustling leaves. Our private glade had never seemed so still. I uttered a sigh and sank into dreamy languor as my eyelids drooped and shut out everything but physical sensation. The cool earth-moss underneath my bare back. Warm sunshine filtering through the foliage. Shimmering heat of summer lulling me into sweet lassitude. While only that moist mouth, outdoing itself from time to time, appeared capable of penetrating the hazy veil of this midsummer day's dream. The mouth of my dearest friend and darlingest lover. All soft lips and slithery tongue, the mouth of my slave…
Soaking in the huge tub, I could feel the warmth of the water caressing my skin, practically making love to me. Ah yes, this was the way to live! It was one of those moments when I couldn't help but envy my rich playmate. A first for me, my first time in this marvelous bathtub, oversized but not outof-place in this spacious.and extravagantly appointed bathroom. About the only thing missing was the family crest, the Moreau coat of-arms. I had half-expected to see it embroidered on the towels; after all, this was part of the master suite of the mansion.
Luxurious as it felt though, I was still a little nervous about being there. It was quite safe, of course, Alix's parents had gone away on a weekend trip and even the servants were off for the day. So the house was empty except for us, making it a fine opportunity to gratify this crazy whim of mine-a poor girl wallowing in the pleasures of wealth, imagine!-how could I resist such a once-in-a-lifetime temptation? Not that I was poor, really, at least not poverty-stricken. Oh no, I was just poor enough to be envious of the rich.. And even now it wasn't much of a strain on my emotional balance; how could I envy someone who was in love with me? I'd be rich myself some day in the not too distant future, a kid with a face and figure like mine couldn't miss. It was simply a matter of learning how to benefit from such physical endowments, putting my natural advantages to the best advantage, as it were.
I raised one leg above the surface, examining it with a critically objective eye and then smiling at the futility of looking for flaws where none existed. Could anything be more perfect? I had beautiful legs, an undeniable fact Beautiful breasts too, but that was an opinion I couldn’t verify in this position. Except that I felt beautiful here in the bath, beautiful all over, more so than ever, inundated tits and all. They just weren’t as sensitive as my legs though, somehow, especially the still visible length of leg above water, a sensitivity that seemed to begin at the very tips of my toes. Unless it was an isolated spark, a tingling reminder of how precious even my feet had become to that worshipful and doubtless impatient little slave out there in the big bedroom.
The thought got me a bit impatient myself. I hit the drain and clambered out, reaching blindly for a towel in the same motion. But one was already spread wide and waiting for me to step into, materializing as if by magic, right out of nowhere. Which was probably the intended impression, I realized, abruptly conscious of the coy expression on that cute impish face, the anxious but slightly amused crinkle of those exotic dark eyes. Alix must have been camped just outside the doorway all that time, ready to be of service.
"Thanks. I didn't even see you come in."
"I figured it was my duty."
"Your duty… " I let her dangle momentarily, aware that a word of praise was expected. Even due, perhaps. But she seemed almost smug about it, enough to rub me the wrong way, and I refused to play her little game. "Yeah. You were right. Good thing, too, you know? Otherwise I would have been disappointed. Maybe even angry with you."
She looked dazed, apparently affected by my brusque tone as much as by the meaning I had conveyed. For a moment I felt almost contrite, hurting her feelings like that. Her slim body crumpled and she sank to her knees, obviously trying to avoid my gaze and still continue drying me off. Sulking maybe? So it would appear. But then she tilted her head back and glanced up tremulously, an open display of veneration with a touch of excitement. As if she was thanking me for this gift I had given her, this attitude of mine that must have satisfied the hunger of her perversely oriented nature. Alix had found joy in the depths of her humiliation!
Now it was my turn to be dazed. All the more so when her head went low again, even lower than before. I thought it was to dry my legs at first, but she left the towel behind. Her body had gone into a crouch, deep; what could it mean? Was she going to do it again? Here in the bathroom? Kiss my feet? Ah, such a thrill! She was using her tongue now, licking my toes as if nothing else mattered in all the world. I tossed the towel aside with a flourish, letting her know of my wholehearted concurrence; nothing else mattered but the increasingly sensuous ardor of that humid mouth. Its effect was spreading. Even the already dried parts of my body seemed damp again, the encroaching dampness of sex on the rise.
Uh-huh. On the rise, sure enough… Her caress was starting to move upward hesitantly, reluctant to leave my feet but almost reconciled to that eventuality. Torn between the two, no doubt. And waiting for a cue from me? I looked down at her upturned face and saw only innocence, a kind of absolute adoration, more beguiled than beguiling, quite devoid of that earlier coy pretense. My eyes must have softened instinctively, a sympathetic response. And as she came out of her crouch with a trail of kisses, I bent over and patted the top of her head in affectionate approval.
She looked up again, smiling shyly, all aglow as my stroking hand relieved her of any responsibility, my fingers entwining in the black hair to become a gentle but persistent guide. I drew her head up high on my thigh but no farther, a bit uncertain myself now, weak in the knees and worried about maintaining balance for the both of us. Even now I could detect a sway-an ominous note, scarcely conducive to what we had in mind. I began thinking seriously about taking a break, a short pause for readjustment, just long enough to find a more suitable spot for our fun. We didn't dare mess up her parents bed, but wasn't there a couch of some sort in the master bedroom? Even an upholstered easy chair would be better than standing and swaying and teetering…
Too late!
I couldn't tell how it happened, but some how my guiding hand seemed to lose its authority all of a sudden. Those final few inches of thigh were inviolate no longer. Like it or not, I had a tongue up my cunt. Arid I must have liked it, of course, because that was when the idea of even a brief interruption whatever the purpose!-became downright unthinkable. It generated an excitement all its own, this horny union of bath-warmed cunt and overheated cunt lapper; let it build to its own steamy climax!
Still, I had to spread my legs wider to open myself up and accommodate her burrowing face. Now my spraddle-legged stance was tiring as well as precarious. And at last, out of sheer necessity, I was forced into a decision almost against my better judgment. It was no upholstered easy chair, but the chenille-covered lid of the toilet looked mighty comfortable at that point. I only hoped Alix wouldn't object to such a demeaning position.
Holding her head tightly in place, I began inching in that direction with tiny steps. It was mostly a backward movement, quite awkward, but I managed to keep going. She followed me, glued to my body, shuffling along on her knees. And meanwhile her mouth went right on sucking avidly, that hot lapping tongue of hers never missing a stroke. Even when I reached my destination and sat down the kiss continued without letup; if anything, its intensity even seemed to increase a little. Or was that just my imagination? The product of my own excitement?
Oh no, we were both equally worked up. How silly of me to worry about putting her in a demeaning position; wasn't she my slave? I leaned back against the porcelain tank, heaving my buttocks to the forward edge of the seat and grinding my belly upward against that non-stop mouth. My feet rose from the floor, eliciting a muffled moan as I dangled them over her hunched shoulders. The moan sounded again, subdued but audible, as I locked my ankles together and exerted some thigh pressure on the sides of her head. My hands still retained a powerful grip on her hair, too. I was afraid of hurting her with all that violent force-but even more afraid to ease up and relinquish one iota of the ecstasy that flooded my flesh. And right there on the toilet I simply erupted in a babble of lewdly eloquent commands that grew louder and more lascivious with each lick of her tongue and every twitch of my furiously responsive body.
"You love it, you cuntlapping slave! I'll bet you'd love to crawl right up inside my cunt… "
That was the way I talked to her, figuring she deserved some sort of reward for her cooperation-and what better reward could I give someone like that? I knew only too well that a pat Ion the head would no longer suffice, aware now of what it took to satisfy that perverted nature of hers. My language grew bolder and bawdier. She was moaning again, continuously now, but it didn't interfere in the slightest with her slavish worship. Nor did her obvious delirium interfere with the proficiency of her performance. Now she was sucking and tonguing simultaneously, concentrating on my clit with a kind of lapping suction, driving me over the brink. I got pretty delirious myself, turning limp momentarily as the throbbing sensation of orgasm came on, robbing me of the strength to keep that viselike clutch of my thighs around her head. The fierce pleasure was like a paralysis. I didn't disappoint her though, at last summoning up enough energy to start flailing my legs and banging my heels on her back, pounding away in an out-of-control erotic rhythm as my climax struck, Dh, no, neither of us was disappointed.