After dinner in town, we walked back to my place and sat on the sofa. We watched something on tv while she snuggled into my shoulder. I had an arm around her shoulder and her hand was on my thigh. When the program was finished, I looked at her and we kissed.
My hand slipped under her skirt and up her thigh. She lifted her leg a little and my fingers stroked higher and higher, spiralling gently up her soft skin. To my surprise she was wearing a body stocking; the type with press studs in the crotch. She did not object when I snapped them open, and my fingers pressed gently but firmly at her panties.
Our lips were still engaged, and we hadn't opened our eyes for some minutes, but my finger slipped inside her panties and found her sopping wet.
"Mmmm," I murmured.
She chuckled and replied, "Yes, I don't have any problems in that area."
We continued to explore each others mouths with our tongues as I stroked her clitoris.
"Come to bed with me," I suggested.
She lowered her head. Her natural shyness was surfacing again.
"If you don't want to, that's fine," I said.
"It's not that I don't want to..." she said.
"So I feel."
Ten minutes later I stood up and offered her my hand. She took it and we went through into the bedroom. When she was naked I started kissing down her breasts towards her moist core. To my surprise, she stopped me and pulled me up towards her. We kissed again, then she surprised me again by breaking off and lowering her head towards my now very hard cock. Taking it into her mouth, she displayed a considerable talent for fellatio.
Still she wouldn't let me return the favour, but (a little belatedly perhaps) asked if I had 'protection'. Who doesn't in the 21st century, I thought.
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