Concentrate on Her Breasts Then Move Down

With your tongues dancing back and forth you slide your hand down Orchid's arm and cup the soft bulge of her breast. She moans softly into your mouth as you fumble with the buttons of the uniform?s blouse. You sit up a little to allow your other hand to work and also to see her clearly as you unveil her tits for the first time. Three buttons and seven agonizing seconds separate you from the swell of soft skin, but you somehow manage the patience to not simply tear her blouse apart. At last you pull her blouse open and expose the twin mounds of her breasts, distorted slightly by her position into almost perfect circles, small areolas and pink nipples standing hard against the gentle curve of her bosom. You cup each breast in turn, squeezing them slightly and dipping your head to trace the shape of the nipples with your tongue.

?Monsieur,? she moans passionately. ?You are making me so excited.?

You begin sucking and licking on her nipples, tasting them even, without the slightest hint of artificial tissue. You give Orchid?s large breasts your full attention for several minutes, caressing, squeezing, licking, and nibbling them until she is cooing with pleasure. When she is writhing with a need to have even greater release you slide down her smooth and muscular stomach to the waistline of her skirt. Sitting upright just below her ankles you push the small skirt up until it?s little more than a belt above her cotton panties. You can see a patch of moisture on the front of her underwear, and obvious sign of her arousal should you have any need for another. You quickly grip either side of the waistband of the panties in your fingers. Orchid lifts her butt up off the couch, allowing you to yank her panties down over her stockings and completely off.

Her pubic hair is a thin strip of blond extending a few inches and glistening at the bottom with a delectable dampness of arousal. Below the patch of hair is the most perfectly sculpted vagina you have ever laid eyes on, even including the surgically modified ones cropping up in most pornography.

?Oh, monsieur, I want you inside of me,? she begs, squeezing her breasts in her hands.

She spreads her legs to allow you entrance but you instead slide onto your stomach.

?Not yet, I have a little more work to do down here,? you smile and before she can continue the conversation you let your tongue trace the length of her pussy.

The lavender scent is still present here, but is tinged with a vague muskiness of arousal that only further feeds your own. You use your hands to gently spread her lips apart and begin licking along the inside, not plunging your tongue into the hot entrance, just teasing and flicking occasionally at the prominent bud of her clit. She gasps theatrically and wraps her fingers in your hair. You lick more rapidly and begin to probe deeper, massaging all along her pussy lips with a deft tongue. You plunge it inside of her, your nose pressed almost flush with her clit and your tongue working rhythmically inside of her. She cries out and grinds her hips, pushing her soft thighs against your cheeks and oozing a hot oily fluid into your mouth.

?Yesss,? she cries, pinching her nipples and thrusting against your face. ?Oh, god yes, make me cum.?

She is pushing your face between her legs at the same time as she grinds against your tongue. You can tell she is fast approaching an orgasm and you strain your tongue as much as possible seeking out the places inside her warm pussy that will get her off. With a final scream she actually lifts both your upper body and her lower body off the couch and washes your lips and mouth with a flood of oily, slightly sweet, ejaculate. She continues to cry and buck for nearly thirty seconds as she rides down the tail end of a powerful orgasm.

When she calms herself you slowly withdraw your tongue and ease atop her naked body to share her own taste with her. Your lips lock and your tongues once again dance.

?Monsieur, please allow me to return the favor.?