"Gil, I can't think straight. I can't do anything either." She looked up at him with sex-dazed eyes. He kissed her mouth in reply, a bold, deep kiss that had her moaning through flared nostrils. His finger dug deeper along her dripping crevice. Then he was petting her clit and another burst of pleasure made her belly heave. Gently, ashamed of even that slight movement, Annie began to pump her bottom forward and back. The tension in the muscles of her ass seemed to intensify the rubbing friction that Gil was bringing to her tender clit nub. He knew just where to touch her alright! It made those shivery, radiant thrills go through her like tiny knives. It was kind of like what she'd felt that morning. Only better. Lots better. And getting better all the time.

"Annie, I want to come see you this weekend."

"Nhhhaaa," she gasped, unable to consider something so full of difficulty. She only wanted to experience the present moment to its fullest. Her body was going wild with the itchy pleasure. She felt she was flying away on a cloud. Flying away to paradise.

"Anni…"

"Ohhh Gil, ohhhhh darling!" She put her lips up again and he kissed her and she pumped her slim hips more frantically than ever. The slick juices from her cunt were mating things very wet down between her thighs. And a pungent, perfumey musk seemed to fill the air around them. Annie had forgotten all her hang-ups, all her shyness. She was being pulled along by the ravenous fires that burned within her. She could only concentrate on capturing that acute moment of ecstasy that Gil was leading her toward. She was free of all embarrassment and modesty now. Her willowy legs were planted wide as she gave Gil room to work his fingers under the slick nylon panty crotch. He gouged and petted her. He dug at the tender pink folds. He got her clit between thumb and finger and rolled it gingerly until she thought that her body might burst into flames.