Damn ? -Part Four - Kisses

Standing still..Unable to move as fear
and excitement held me in equal measures.

I wasn't alone..

I felt the finger first..
Trailing slowly down my spine to my
lower back, Stopping at the thin red
lace of my thong.

Their breath I felt next, Whoever it was,
Was now kneeling.

So close..

Feeling their warm breath on my naked
cheeks, I flinched in reaction to the feel
of someone's tongue upon my bottom
Giving desired slow licks and soft kisses.

I was turned around to face my secret
admirer.

Their eyes must have been level with
the tops of my thighs as my vee gave up
willingly, It's sexual scent.

It had achieved it's target..

To attract a mate within the confines of
the thin lace covering.

I felt hands reach round to caress my
bum, At the same time feeling a face
bury itself between my legs and stay there;
Because whoever was kneeling, Breathed
me in like a fine wine before the tasting
started.

But the tasting didn't start..

I heard them get up
Soft touches on my red laced breasts
As hands lifted each one as if guessing
the weight before buying to take home.

My nipples ached to be taken by a ravenous
sucking mouth.

My pussy, Ready to jump fences, Whatever
the height, At a moments (spanking) notice.


I was a good girl.
I didn't move.
Stayed motionless.
Awaiting the controller of my sexual
needs, To press my buttons and start me up.

But no buttons were pressed..

I heard once more the slow footsteps
on the staircase and the front door shutting.


My intruder was gone.

The only sound left...

My breathing.

Now fast with a desired tone.

My face became hot and flushed,

My legs shook.

I knew what was coming...

My arms still by my side.
My hands became tight fists.

Blindfolded and unashamed

Sounding out loud, My joy to a silent room.

As my body orgasmed onto the thin red lace..

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I never found out till a lot later who my mystery sexual
assailant was... Oh, You want to know now ?
well..They moved me sexually in ways that make me
wet just reminiscing about it, so why rush to the end
when my story has really only just got me going again..