Follow Anita

You watch Anita as she looks you up and down, then meets your look with the gaze of her long-lashed dark eyes. She mimes powdering her nose and points her chin toward the hallway.

You feel a tickle next to your ear. "I told her you fancy her, darling," your husband whispers. "She said it's mutual. I hope you don't mind."

You reply in a low voice, "Not at all." Your heart is beating hard, and your cheeks feel hot. "Thank you."

"Well, off to do my duty for Queen and country!" he says, adding
quietly, "With any luck I'll be first out and come looking for you." He taps your arm, 'tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap'. "That'll be me."

Melanie calls from the kitchen door, "Come on, Mr Doe! It's time! Are you coming, John?"

You wave cheerfully to Melanie and beg off. "Too exciting for me,"
you say. "Make sure they don't hurt Mr Doe. I want him
back in one piece!"

The other contenders in the penis joust, Gordon, Dan, Mark, and Martin, have already entered the kitchen with Marcia and Melissa.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the swish of Anita's short skirt as she steps into the hall.

Your husband walks toward the kitchen. "Eh Melanie," he says, "will
we be all right for seconds to assist the contenders?"

"No problem!" she says. "Three of us here to pump you up, and only
two of you going at a time. Step lively! In, in, in!" She sweeps
your husband into the kitchen.

You hasten into the dark hallway to follow Anita. You see the light
is on in the bathroom and the door is closed. You tap lightly on the door. "A-Anita," you call. "It's John. Did you want me to come in?"

"Is there anyone there with you?" Anita asks, with a slight musical
lilt to her voice.

"N-no," you say.

You hear the door click, and some faint footsteps. "Come in and lock
it behind you," she says. You open the door, step in and latch it.
When you turn, you gasp in wonder at what you see. Anita is nude,
her brown skin glowing under the bathroom heat lamp. She's standing
one-legged, the other foot on her knee, and her palms together above
her head. Shoeless, she's even smaller than you thought, and her eyes are gazing hotly at you.

"Like what you see?" she says. "Come closer. Now, let me tell you what I see. A seductress who blushes and plays shy. I liked you from the first, the way you move. After your husband told me, I watched your eyes. Your hands. The tilt of your hips. Your body isn't shy at all."

You step closer, catching a sweet scent that warms you from your nose
straight down to your clit. "I like your scent," you say.

"Amber essence," she says. "A tree. From the Himalayas." You hear
a faint quaver in her voice.

With a closer look, you can see gold rings on six of her fingers.
Her eyebrows are dark and dense, but shaped into fine separate curves. There's a tiny jewel pierced into the side of her nose. Her deep brown skin gives her supple body the look of a sculpture. Her underarms are clean-shaven. Her breasts are small, heavy cones with little dark nipples standing out sharply. A little pendant lies between them on a fine gold chain -- it's a penis! A lingam, that is. Her belly is smooth, a tiny bit plump, with the deep, round navel you've been admiring for over an hour. Her mons and labia are smooth and hairless, and with her leg raised, you can see the gleam of a gold ring in her clitoral hood.

"Do I like what I see? You're beautiful, Anita. I, I want to lick you up like a chocolate custard! God, it's been so long since I've had a woman want me like this. Feel my heart beating," you say, reaching your hand up toward her joined palms.

Anita lowers her foot and relaxes out of her pose. She breathes deeply, and you see her breasts rise and fall. You sense something tentative in her stance. She lets you take her hand and place it on your black dress above your heart. It's beating hard and fast with excitement. You take your own hand and place it under her breasts,
over her heart. Warm, steady, beating a little fast. She looks up at you. "I..." she begins, trailing off.

"Have you had a woman before, Anita?" you ask. She looks young and
****.

"Yes..." She raises her other hand, and moves to cup your breasts through the dress. "No. Not for real," she says, "Just a little. But I know what to do." Her touch is light, but steady.

"Do you want to?" You pause, searching her eyes. She nods. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," Anita says.

"Hold me," you say. You wrap your arms around each other. Her shoulders are tight. "Kiss me," you say. She puts her lips to yours. Soft, warm, and wet, she opens to the gentle probes of your tongue. Sweet! Honey...and sesame! "Have you been eating candy, Anita?" you ask.

Anita giggles. Her shoulders soften with the laughter. "Just halwah! I'm a good girl! No sugar-cream-double-butter-chocolate-custard for me!"

"Well, I'm a bad girl and I'm taking your halwah away," you tease. "Open sesame!" You press your lips to hers and enter her with your tongue, swirling it round her to catch the sweetness and the crumbs of toasty sesame seed. She fights back with her sharp little tongue, but it's no use. You steal her honey, and you finish her off -- bad girl! -- by tickling the roof of her mouth.

Anita pulls her head back. "Ah ha ha ha! That tickles, stop it!"

You lean forward and speak quietly in her ear. "I'm getting hot and sticky in these clothes, and you all cool and comfortable. Would you undress me?"

Her hands gently squeeze your back. "Yes," she says. "Yes, John."

Slowly, but faster and more confidently with each breath, Anita undresses you. As she reveals each new district of your bare skin, she stops to touch, to kiss, or rub the silky tip of her nose on you. It tickles, but you hold in the laughter. Shoes first, the little black dress goes, stockings off and all neatly folded together. She kisses behind your knee, and stands. Next the brassiere. Her eyes glance up to yours, and you guide her lips to one nipple, then the other. Light kisses, little electric shocks running through you. She kneels, and puts her fingers on
the elastic of your knickers. "May I kiss... May I kiss your pussy?"

You touch your fingers to her cheek and feel the heat in her face. "Let me... let me lean back on something," you say, and shift to brace your shoulders on the door.

Anita peels off your knickers, folds them atop your clothes, and kneels to worship your pussy. You spread your legs to let her in. Her hands circle round to cup your buttocks. She starts with kisses, top to bottom and then left, right, left, right back up. You feel warm excited wetness in your pussy already...so fast, so early. She breathes in your natural fragrance, and hums with delight. Her quick, sharp tongue parts your fleecy pussy hair and then your lips, and you gasp with the shock of pleasure. "Not for real," she said! Her tongue slides up, down, around your sensitive inner lips, and you feel they're already swollen, already far gone.

"Yes!" you cry. "Oh yes. I'm right there," you say. "Finish me off, you little bitch, you little angel!"

Anita's licking keeps you right on the edge. It's too much.

"Oh...make me come," you say. "Just make me come," you beg. "God,
do something!" You feel waves of heat moving in your body, but you're still right on the edge. "God, Anita, get me off!" you plead.

Anita licks faster, more frantically. She's doing her best.

"Ahhh..." you moan, "I'm so close! Do something, Anita! Bite my
clit, put your finger up my bum!"

Licking away, Anita slicks a slim little finger in your abundant
pussy juices and slides it up your bum. It feels good! Little
shocks and ripples echo through your pelvis. She sucks your
pussy, searching with her lips and tongue, and captures your clit.

"Augh, oh, that's so good! Move that finger, fuck my bum!" you say.

Anita moves her finger in and out of your bum, shaking you up with
intense sensations and jolts of pleasure. Her teeth find your clit,
and she bites gently. That's it. That's it, you're going over.
Hot waves burst from your pussy through your whole body. Your mouth
is open, and sounds must be coming out. Your hips pump and undulate, and you slide down the door, onto the floor of the bathroom. It's hard, and cold, but everything feels wonderful as you float in the cloud of your orgasm.

Ever gentle, ever diligent, Anita is kissing your thighs, breathing
soft warm breath on you pussy, and caressing your mound and belly.

Dizzily, you think you'd like to return her favor if you could just
get up.

There's a knock on the bathroom door. In a daze, you don't know if
it was your husband's pre-arranged code. Anita looks up with alarm, then down into your sex-hazed eyes.