Tracy's turn

The chauffeur parks the limo in front of you, and scampers out to open the door for you two. Tracy climbs into the car first, and before you climb in after her, you whisper to the man holding the door open "You're going to have a nice time driving your Madam home today, her being alone as she is" as you bend your will upon the man. He nods, and you climb in, allowing the door to be closed behind you.

Tracy leans forward and pulls an already opened bottle of champagne out of a refrigerator. You assume she opened it on the way in to shop. She pours a glassfull into a champagne flute, and gives you a questioning look; you shake your head, and she puts the bottle back in the fridge. She leans back, and sips from the flute.

You lean in, and kiss her lightly on the neck. She smiles, and continues to sip her champagne, as you continue to kiss her neck, sometimes lightly as a feather, sometimes with slightly more pressure and a bit of moistness. You kiss her from her clavicle to her earlobe, and she closes her eyes in rapt appreciation, occasionally taking another sip of champagne. As you continue to kiss her neck, you undo the top few buttons of blouse, and kiss your way down her neck, past her shoulder, and to her upper chest. Placing more kisses around her collarbone, you gently undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse, and exposing her torso. She is still wearing the lingerie from the dressing room. You twist your body, standing up partially without taking your mouth off her upper chest. Standing at this awkward angle, you kiss the tops of her breasts, the parts exposed above the top of the camisole, and you run your hands down her sides, then down the outsides of her legs, then back up her legs, lifting the skirt she is wearing in the process. Your hands slide up off the stockings on to smooth skin, your thumbs running along the garters. You lift your lips from her skin, and kneel in front of her. You run your hands back down her legs, to her knees, and gently leverage her legs apart.

You spread her legs only far enough so that you can lean your head in, and kiss her upper thighs, which are bare just above the stockings. Tracy's breath is slow and deep above you. As you kiss her thighs, each side, slowly and wetly, you reach your hands around and underneath her to cup the top of her ass, just below the hips. As your kisses slide over her legs, you gently pull her rear torwards you, until she is only just sitting on the edge of the seat. Properly adjusted, your turn your attention between her legs. You pull your head back so you can get a good look at it. Though the skin around it is white, her outer lips have a faint pinkish hue to them. With her legs only spread a small amount, the outer labia are closed gently against one another. You place your hands again on her knees, and slowly push her legs further apart. As you do so, her vulva blossoms in front of you, the pale but rose-tigned outer lips opening up to reveal the candy-pink and nearly purple folds underneath, glistening already. You continue to spread her legs until they are fully open, 180 degrees separated from each other, leaving her pussy completely exposed to and unsheltered from your tender eye.