The mystery girl 6 - Rubbing his cock and head

When his hand finally made it under her shirt to the bottom of her

soft, curved breasts, she turned and leaned until her soft lips

lightly contacted the side of his neck.  He was stiff for a moment,

and then completely relaxed and inviting.  While he continued to

feel and experience the shapes of her body, she slid off the bed

to a stooping position, now facing him in the black room.  For a

minute there was nothing but the sounds of her removing her

clothes, and the soft plunk as they formed a pile on the carpet.

She wondered if he was imagining the vision of her body, slowly

revealing itself in front of his face, yet completely invisible at the

moment.  Turning to him again, she placed her hands on his hips

and traced her firm, wet tongue all the way down the front of his

chest, across his now-hard nipples, tweaking them, feeling the

nuances in the body temperature as she traveled down, lower

and lower.  It was not the goal she sought, but rather the infinitely

glorious process.

She knelt in front of him and her long hair flowed across her

shoulders.  He stroked it, and stroked her neck, moving up to her

face to memorize every shape of her fine features with his

fingertips alone.  The feelings that ran through her body were

dazzling spears of sensual enjoyment, and she smiled as he

traced the heart-like curves of her plump lips.  As he did that, she

suddenly opened her mouth and grasped his finger between her

teeth - firmly yet sensuously.  Still firmly clasping her hands on

his bare hips, she rocked her head back and forth and took her

fingers in and out of her wet, pursed mouth in the perfect

imitation of something they both were fantasizing about.  She

perked up as she heard him mutter some sound of enjoyment

from deep beneath his breath.  Nothing impacted her more

greatly than hearing and experiencing the effects she was having

on her lover.  Nothing turned her on more in every way than

knowing how much pleasure she alone would be creating in

another person.  To her, it was amazing, and to her body, it was

electric.

As she distracted him with her oral teasing, her right hand was

slowly making its way diagonally down his groin, reaching the

shocking fuzz of his pubic hair, slithering her nails through the

bristly little bush which hid her goal at its center.  In one quick

move, she grasped his rod firmly (it was naturally erect and had

been for some time), and he gasped, as she sucked hard on his

fingers at the same time.  Her little diversion had worked, and he

let out a low complimentary groan of satisfaction.

Her hand explored up and down its soft-skinned length.

His penis was hard and long, its three longitudinal cylinders

completely engorged with blood, every nerve ready to explode

with her touch.  Alexis loved to gently caress and stroke, feeling

how the textures changed from wiry pubic hair at the bottom, to

the soft cylinder of the main body of his penis, to the sudden

ridge of the nipple-like-skin of his sensitive, warm head.  She

gently squeezed it, and squeezed her own legs together, for she

suddenly realized she was becoming very wet.  She held his

organ firmly, rubbed her thumb over the opening of his penis, and

felt a slight slick wetness, and she smiled to herself.  She lightly

bit her lip, finding it hard to hold back and take her time at this

point.  Alexis knew she was in for one wild night.  Her many

lovers had never disappointed her, each had been so unique, and

she certainly tried to achieve the same reputation in the art of

sexual indulgence.