Chapter 507

• “Yes, I do,” I answered, my voice also just above a whisper, “Very much.” It was true, I loved going down on a woman, and tasting her pussy, although of course, I had not done this since Isabel broke up with me. Trish sat back, still straddling me, and holding my gaze with her pretty eyes, she climbed off me, to lie on the bed on my right side. She parted her legs a little, and placed her own right hand down the front, inside her black lace panties, and she gently touched her own pussy. “Ooh, I tickled myself,” she said, delightedly, and she explored herself with two fingers inside her panties for a moment or two, still making eye contact the whole time. Her breathing deepened a little, as she moved her fingers around, and then she took them out, glistening with fluid, and held them to my mouth, inviting me to taste her again, but without speaking. She very gently placed the first two fingers of her right hand in my mouth, allowing me to experience the sexy flavour of her pussy juices once again.
• Trish took her fingers from my lips, and I moved over to kiss her deeply on her own mouth, making sure she got some of the taste of her own pussy from my lips and tongue. “That was very nice,” I said, quietly, as I lifted the front of her lace panties with my left hand, and looked down at her exposed pubic hair. I noticed she had it waxed into an inch-wide landing strip. Trish looked down there as well, and then flicked me a mischievous, inviting glance, once again, without speaking. “In fact, I think I’d like to taste you some more,” I added, as I began to move over, to get between her legs. Without words, Trish had invited me to go down on her, and I was going to take her up on her invitation.
• “You don’t see me putting up a fight, do you,” Trish said, as she parted her shapely legs to let me get between them. I took hold of her lace panties at her hips, and she lifted her bottom a little, as I took them off, and slid them along her legs, to drop them on top of her skirt on the floor. Trish’s pussy, with her pubic hair waxed at the front into that landing strip, but left natural down the sides, and her inner lips, pink, puffy and moist, was now exposed to me. “I see you’ve had some waxing done,” I said, grinning at her.