She voiced her need with a deep groan when my hand touched her inner thigh and began teasingly sliding up and down. The silky smoothness of her freshly-shaved skin told me that there had been some forethought of where my hand might journey this morning. Sliding my fingers higher, I found her juices running down the tender skin of her inner thigh, providing a slippery trail to follow.
My fingers were already slick when my hand pushed between her legs to find that she was soaking wet. The passion in her eyes left no doubt of her arousal as my fingers probed her slippery pussy. Rubbing my palm on her pillowy softness unleased a staccato of heavy breaths and a shiver through her hips. Her feet slipped further apart, and her hips pushed forward to give my hand more access to her warm wetness. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as if they were an anchor holding her upright, and a whimper escaped her lips as I cupped my hand tightly up against the entire length of her pussy.
It was when I touched her clit that her whole body jumped as if a bolt of electricity had hit her. She let out a cry of pleasure. Now that my finger had found her swollen nub, I began to fondle it, sending a series of shudders through her body. They were followed by a cascading string of guttural moans.
Sofia’s pussy was so sopping wet that two fingers easily plunged inside of her. I sought out her G spot, and quickly found it. The interior of her pussy was like a boiling cauldron, heat and moisture churning around my fingers as they thrust in and out, hitting that spot again and again with every instroke. With my fingers pushing deep inside of her and the pad of my thumb bumping against her clit, it did not take long before spasms gripped my fingers as she cried out, “Oh my god, I am cumming.”
I was amazed by both the duration and the intensity of her orgasm. Her fingers had a vice grip on my shoulders as a wave of convulsions wracked her body. Each convulsion started with a buck of her hips that flowed up her body and ended with a gasping moan, and they kept coming for ten seconds, maybe more. Finally, she plunged over the edge into post-orgasmic euphoria.
Her legs started to give way, so I helped her over to the bed. She flopped down onto it; her legs splayed open. Her breasts were rising and falling in rhythm with her panting breaths. The bottom of her dress had fallen open, and I got my first glimpse of her pussy. She had a trimmed mound of dark hair, with moisture glistening in the curls. Her engorged lips were fully open, an invitation I very much wanted to accept. Seeing her swollen clitoris lustfully peeking out from underneath its hood instantly filled me with desire. She just laid there for a minute before she breathlessly said, “That was amazing. I have never cum so hard.”
I smiled at her and replied, “You just had a lot of pent-up passion that needed to be released.”
She reached up and grabbed my hand, pulling me down onto the bed with her as she said, “I bet you are pent up too?”
As her fingers encircled my throbbing cock I chuckled and replied with a lascivious smile, “Just a bit.”
Her eyes gazed into mine as her hand started to slowly stroke my cock, prompting me to say, “Mmm, your hand on my cock feels good.”
She looked down and studied my cock in her hand before looking back up at me. Her eyes shifted up and down several times before nervously saying, “Do you want me to give you a blow job?”
I replied, “That is entirely up to you, but I certainly would not turn one down.”
She started to shift down towards my cock when she sheepishly responded, “I have never given a blow job.”
To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. I blurted out, “What??? You have never given your husband a blow job?”
Embarrassed, she replied, “No. He is not into kissing, touching and that kind of stuff. Back when he was interested in sex, it was mostly about him getting it on as fast as possible. Sex with him never took more than ten minutes.”