A gift of five dimes

While her front remained covered by the thin garment, she feels a sharp contrast between his warm palms and the cool night air licking at the exposed flesh of her bottom. Gliding his thumbs back up, over the sweet slope of her womanhood, he hooks them under the front waistband and begins to pull them over her hips toward the ever increasing wetness of her sex. Inch by agonising inch, flesh is exposed. Every bit of newly revealed flesh is met with a soft kiss and an ever softer flick of warm tongue.

Almost ritualistically, her sex is exposed to his hungry eyes, his eager mouth. As the modest piece of cloth slides down her legs, finally puddling around her ankles on the polished wooden floor, she can feel his hot breath moving ever closer to the very center of her pleasure. A gasp escapes her lips as her patience is rewarded with a final kiss and lingering pass of the tongue over the hard nub that crowns the top of her pulsing channel.

She is wet, eager, pliable, just as he would have her. A shiver runs through entire body as he blows cool air softly across her naked form. Feeling his hands on her ankles, she instinctively lifts one leg, then the other, freeing herself completely of the gift wrap she’d presented herself in. Strong hands surround her ankles and begin the pleasurable journey upward, stopping along the way to massage her lean muscled calves. Then, at her knees, she feels a slight pressure. Without words, he’s told her to open herself to him, exposer her sex to his lustful gaze, his touch. Obediently, she shuffles one foot away from the other and offers herself completely, willingly, to him.