Kissing below the belt

You lean back in, again kissing up her upper thigh, this time all the way to her outer lips, which you suck on lightly. You kiss around her womanhood, keeping to the white flesh ringing it, not yet venturing into the pink. With your mouth encircling her, you glance up, to see that she has spread her arms out, gripping the top of the seat, supporting herself; you adjust your grip to just above her knees, pressing your hands against the sides of her legs lightly to keep her ass and legs planted, as they are, along the edge of the seat. You draw your tongue across her pussy, from bottom to top, feeling her soft inner folds and a slightly swollen clitoris. Her juices are strong, though not unpleasant, and you draw your tongue back into your mouth, to better savor the flavor. Your tongue comes back out for more, and this time, as it makes electric contact with Tracy's clit, her entire body tenses, pushing itself into you and forcing the air out of her lungs in a weak gasp. Her back arches, and her ass lifts as far off the seat as it can, given your hands clamping her legs against the seat. Her clit feels solid against your tongue, and her body does not untense, or retreat back into the seat. You glance upwards again as your tongue lightly circles around the sides of her clit, and see over her arched and heaving chest a face tightened and trembling in concentration and expectation. You can sense that she has had all the foreplay she wants, and begin to flick your tongue, lightly but very quickly, up and down and back and forth across the tip of her clit. Her breathing becomes faster and shallower, and within a few long seconds, stops entirely. You can feel her legs trembling underneath your hands, her body on the brink of ecstasy. Still moving quickly, you let your tongue descend lower, now pushing her clit as it passes over, as opposed to brushing the tip. This change in pressure seems to push some breath out her lungs, lungs you thought were empty, in a weak but high pitched cry, as her body stop trembling again and she pushes her pelvis against you. This position is held, the only motion by either of you your tongue quickly washing over her sexual center, as her cry runs out of air, and she is silent a moment, her mouth still open, her eyes still closed, her hips still straining into you. Then, suddenly, her whole body jerks back, her shoulders thrown forward, her hips jerking back to the back of the seat, her legs pushing outwards against you. The **** of the sudden movement pushes your hands and the rest of you away from her, which is good, since her legs continue to close until they veritably snap shut. Her breath is back now, though still quick and shallow, and her stockigns-covered knees, pressed together in front of you, continue to tremble.

She sits just so for a minute, as her knees slowly cease their trembling. She leans back in the seat, and motions you with a finger to join her. You get up and sit on the seat, and she pulls your face into hers, kissing you deeply and unreservedly. Eventually, her grip on the back of your head fades away, though her mouth does not, and you linger in the kiss a few moments before letting your head fall back. Some more quiet minutes pass in silence, as the limo drives through city like a ghost. Eventually, Tracy buttons her blouse back up, and pulls her skirt back down to her knees, removing again her nudity from sight. She looks over at you and declares, "I should have taken a lover years ago."

You are suddenly overcome with a feeling of sadness. Tracy looks happy, indeed, positively radiant, but you can't help but feel guilty about forcing her into this tryst. You wish that there was a way to remove your influence from her mind. It occurs to you that just wishing that has probably made it so, and when you turn your attention to her, you can tell, somehow, that she is no longer "under your sway." You are pleased to find that, although she is rather confused about how, exactly, this all started, she is quite happy with the end result. She leans her head against your shoulder, and you enjoy the car ride to her residence in silence.