Under the weather

This little thing is based on reality - but it has been tweaked a bit for the sake of a good story... not that the actual thing wasn't amazing, though. 

Her hand on my leg takes me by a pleasant surprise. At first I don’t quite know what to make of it, because after all the reason she’s been occupying the upstairs bathroom is that she’s not feeling well. Maybe, I think to myself, she just wants the company and in a discreet way is trying to keep me from leaving. There are other people, checking in on her from time to time, but I stay put. We talk about this and that in low hushed tones, not wanting to disturb the party people downstairs and the dialogue is slowly taking a turn to a more intimate subject. Her hand is still resting on my leg, but it’s traveled from the shin up to my thigh and I wonder to myself if she is aware of the effect her being there has on me. God, she’s so attractive, even when feeling sick she’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen… That thought has hardly even passed through my mind before she grabs my head and kisses me. This lovely creature kisses me. My heart is beating hard, but just then the bathroom door opens again and here comes another bunch of people, wanting to check if all is well… In my mind I curse them, can’t they just please keep the fuck away? I need to figure out if this is just the alcohol acting out - or if there is some genuine interest behind that kiss… and that hand on my thigh. It’s a good thing the light is so dim, otherwise it would be very apparent how flushed my cheeks are. 

After a little more time it’s decided - by those constantly coming to check on her status - that she ought to move from the bathroom to a nearby room. This room has a bed (apparently belonging to someone living in the house) and a corner sofa. Everybody is fussing around, making sure she’s comfortable, here’s a bucket in case she feels sick, on and on… and I just want them to leave. Finally, the lights dim down and the door closes. By now I’m nervous. What if I’ve got it all wrong? What if this is just a misunderstanding? Do I dare touch her? She’s braver than I am and again her hand is on my thigh, slowly traveling up. I lean in and I kiss her - and she kisses me back. Her fingers are now at my panties and with a quick move she slides her fingers in under them and reveals just how incredibly horny she’s making me. I am so wet it’s almost embarrassing, but she obviously likes what she finds. There are steps in the stairs again and she barely has time to yank her hand back before the door opens for another army of well-meaning party goers. I try to discreetly pull the hem of my dress down a bit, not to reveal too much of my stay-ups and preferably not any of my panties. Again, I am very pleased that the light is so dim, hopefully nobody will notice that my clothes look a bit rumpled. After way too much time they leave again and we get busy making out again. I caress her slim body, grabbing that amazing booty and we grind against each other. We kiss and fondle whatever we can get our hands on. She whispers that she wants to lick me. The sentence itself is almost enough to make me come, the mere thought of her between my legs is making my head spin. Her hands by my hips pulling on my panties and then her fingers inside me. The first fingers, apart from my own, in my pussy since… many years - or is it more? Never mind… I am so horny I can’t focus on anything else than her touch. 

She slides down from the sofa and with a quick kick she pushes a chair in front of the door, to prevent anyone from just pushing the door open. Her hands sliding along the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wide for her. I can’t believe how good it feels when she slowly, almost painfully slowly slides her thumb along my pussy lips, using my own juices to lubricate her fingers and rubbing my clit. Then her hands slide around me, caressing my behind and I feel the tentative lick from her soft tongue over my pussy. She wiggles the tip of her tongue over my clitoris, then makes the tongue wide, licking me, experimenting on me and I have to bite down on my hand not to scream out loud. In the dim light I can see her beautiful face moving between my thighs and again, I have to pinch myself to make sure this is not just a dream or another one of my fantasies - because it is fantasy like amazing. Her mouth and tongue and lips on my is incredible and let me tell you; It’s a good thing I’ve got years of training coming quietly, because the party people downstairs have not deserved a live show this evening. My panties around my left ankle and my legs spread wide and I can feel the orgasm exploding from somewhere deep inside me and it’s like electricity, I’m vibrating all over then I come, come, come… She’s breathing, warm breaths on the inside of my legs and leaning her forehead against my pubic bone. In the dim light I can make out her smile. ”Did you like it?” Did I like it… Did I LIKE it? This was without the shadow of a doubt one of the best sexual experiences of my life. I’ve pretty much always had a tendency to fantasize about having sex with a woman and so far it’s been everything and more than I hoped for.