I couldn't help it, but I started to touch myself. First of all I circled my nipples through the shot-silk of my negligee, surprised and delighted at how hard they got and how quickly. Dropping the spaghetti straps over my shoulders, I slid first one then the other breast out and let them trail along the floor, the cold wooden planks arousing my tits more effectively than any lover's caress. I was prostrate now, my ass in the air. Automatically, I slid my hand between my legs and held my palm flat against my pussy. A warm, dry hand against a pulsing, moistening cunt. I slid four fingers inside myself, and my grateful hole twitched around them.

The scene on the bed below me developed. He climaxed, pushing his dick farther into her face as his own features contorted with pleasure. She pulled her mouth away from him, a thin silver trail of come and saliva from her lips to the tip of his penis linked the lovers for a few seconds before dispersing. Confident he would return the favor, she sank back into the messy pillows and stretched herself out, lithe and relaxed as a little cat. Her body was perky and petite like a young girl's, but her sophistication and confident demeanor showed that she was very much a woman. She wore dark, dramatic makeup, which had been only slightly smeared by her lovemaking, and tiny diamonds glittered at her ears. She sighed with pleasure as the man knelt between her legs, forced her knees apart with his hands, and went to work, devouring her pussy with the insatiable hunger of a man who hadn't eaten in days.