Little Black Tank Top

Mike watched in awe, holding his breath, as Beth unzipped his pants and began to slowly pull them down his waist, the cool touch of her fingers trailing on the skin of his narrow hips. As she knelt down between his legs Mike tipped his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, feeling her fingers move over the length of his erection that sprang forward. Slowly she massaged his balls which were already tightening up, her head descending leaving nothing of his shaft for Mike to see from her hair falling in front of her face.

Taking the head into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, making Mike hiss in pleasure. This was what he'd been wanting. Not just a blow job, but physical contact with the opposite sex. And her deepthroating him only got his mind reeling even more. The feel of her teeth raking up the skin of his manhood while dragging her tongue along for the ride too was enough to make him sure he could've died happily and gone to heaven right then and there.

He ran his hands through her hair, guiding her head up and down in a rhythmic bobbing motion as she held the base of his shaft as softly as a feather, yet having a delicious grip at the same time. His hips began to buck slightly when he felt himself getting close to his release. He focused on her lips sliding up and down as the familiar wave the began at the base of his spine kicked forth his orgasm with a tingling sensation.

"I'm gonna--" he muttered too late. When he came, she swallowed, licking the tip of his penis and then licking her lips as she looked up at him with shy eyes. His own eyes were so completely glazed over in elation, he had to catch his breath. A smile crept onto his lips as he leaned forward, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her swollen lips. He claimed her mouth so hungrily, tasting himself and getting even more turned on that she'd done it so awesomely.

She placed her hands on his thighs, gripping softly as the kiss deepened and they each moaned at the same time. Moving his arms down and around her waist, he lifted her up and placed her on the couch beside him.

This time it was her turn.

Pressing his lips over her, just barely grazing them, he bit down on that bottom lip of hers that drove him nuts while subtly undoing her jeans and gracefully sliding them over her curvaceous hips with the expertise of a master Don Juan. He slipped off her shoes before taking her pants all the way off and dropping them to the ground beside him as he knelt between her legs. Working his hands up the soft, smooth skin of her thighs, he hooked his thumbs under her panties and slowly dragged them down off her as well, watching as she looked nervously at him.

Grinning devilishly up at her as he parted her legs a little further and leaned forward, flicking his tongue out against her nether lips, letting it drag roughly up and down her clit. Beth immediately seemed to become Jell-O with every stroke his tongue made, especially with the added thrill his touch incited as his thumbs rubbed her inner thighs, spreading lips apart. He felt sliding slightly down the couch, losing her ability to sit up. He stuck one finger into her wet core, pushing it in and out, then added a second while continuing to lap at her dampness.

With each moan she illicited, Mike grew harder and harder. His erection had returned with a vengeance as she groaned his name in between heady breaths. When she came, he licked it away, and licked his lips, basically mimicking her earlier motions.

Kneeling with straight posture, Mike slowly got to his feet, stepped out of his pants which had been hanging off his hips until then, and brought her up to stand with him. Whereas he was completely naked, she was left only in her flesh-colored bra that showed off her full breasts which were heaving up and down with each breath she took, looking as if they were about to billow right out. It made Mike so damn hard.

Sliding the straps down over her shoulders, her bent his head to the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder, pressing his lips against the skin, nipping gently. He wrapped his arms around her, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor like a leaf wilting off a tree branch in October. Grinding his erection against her inner thigh, they walked in a way that he was leading, yet she was moving backward.

Mike pushed open the bedroom door and gently laid her back onto the mattress, climbing over her and looking down with a face filled with lust for the erogenous woman. His fan, nonetheless. He'd never felt this aroused by a fan before. She was sweet, a little shy, yet incredibly sexy in her own right. She may not be Aphrodite to the world's standards, but in Mike's eyes, she was just as beautiful to him as any goddess.