Neither of you can wait any longer

Lucy’s hands kneed at the cheeks of your ass, her fingers digging into the soft but firm skin, working them, spreading them apart before squeezing them tightly together. And as she is doing this, her tongue is edging closer and closer to its target.

You look down, eyes wide as you see the top of her head going lower, her soft hair brushing over your stomach, concealing the view of her tongue on your skin, supposedly there to clean up the champagne on your skin, but you know that all thoughts of cleaning are gone from both of your heads now. And judging by the sounds around you, sounds of encouragement, sounds of shock and sounds of delight from the watching audience, you know also that no one in the room is thinking of the original reason for this or the £45 auction that begun this new experience for you.

And then it happens, the moment you, Lucy and no doubt the watching men have been expecting since Lucy begun to work down your body; her tongue makes the slightest of contact with your slit. It is the lightest of touches, the very tip brushes for a fraction of a moment over just the top of your slit, but it is enough to make you cry out, your needs having been building and building and finally you know you are about to receive what you realise you need, some attention on your aching pussy.

Lucy’s hands hold your ass firmer, stopping your squirming body sliding away from her. And for the first time since she began to supposedly clean your body she looks up. Her eyes meet yours, a twinkle in them, half lust and half teasing. She knows she has you at her mercy and it appears she is enjoying this as much as you. And as she lift her head back to look up at you, you see her tongue poking out from between her lips, ready to go back to use any moment.

Lucy breaks the eye contact as she leans her head back down. Just before your view is obscured by her hair you see her tongue snake out further from her mouth, and then out of your view you feel it again run over your skin, running down from the curve of your stomach and back between your thighs.

And this time it is not just a teasing touch of tongue on pussy, this time she lingers, letting her tongue run over you, the tip pressing against your blood swollen lips, lips that need to be spread and the space between them filled.

She pulls away once more, but before you can feel any disappointment, she readjusts her position and delves back between your thighs. Her tongue immediately returns to where you want it, and this time she allows it to flick over your lips and suddenly your body almost collapses as it runs over your clit.

“Oh fuck” you moan as your legs give way, and it is only Lucy’s hands that stop you falling to the floor.