Tipping The Velvet (Part 2)

So we moved on. One bar melting into another. Of course with Amy's looks we were hit on, again. I wasn't comfortable. But Amy was in her element, flirting, outrageously. We drank the first drink they bought us and the second but when the third came along things, for me anyway, were starting to get a little too serious. Then, Amy was squeezing my hand under the table. Telling them we needed the loo.

Then, suddenly, we were outside and she had hold of my hand and we were running, our heels clattering on the pavement. And Amy was laughing and I was laughing, relieved to get out of the bar. and I had an overwhelming sense of total euphoria. For the first time in a long time I was having, fun.

I can't remember when I started to feel ill. But I know the fresh air hit me and the whole world started to spin. I needed to grab hold of something. And that something was, Amy. She got one of my arms around her neck and her arm around my waist. I could feel the vomit rising in my throat, but I managed to keep it down.

The glass doors opened with a key card and we were in a lift. Amy, still holding me upright. I remember drinking coffee, black, with two hands to stop the cup from shaking. Amy, bathed my head with a cold flannel and gradually, very gradually, I began to return to the real world. My eyes came into focus and I saw the apartment for the first time and I was gobsmacked. A whole wall of smoked glass overlooked the river below. The open-plan kitchen reflected the theme of the building. Glass and stainless steel with an island breakfast bar. The carpet was dark grey and expensive and the two green leather, chesterfield sofas must have cost a fortune. I wanted to ask how she could afford to live here on a junior teachers salary. But, something stopped me. Did Amy have a Sugar Daddy?

I was prattling on about something when something very bizarre happened. Amy put her head on one side. It was her party piece, Knowing that it made her look even more adorable and said, quite openly, "Shall we have sex now?" I was lost for words and sat there like a dork, feeling the blood rising from my neck upwards. Embarrassment mixed with a huge flood of excitement. Strangely, there was no foreplay. She began simply, unbuttoning my dress, front fastening. First one button, then the next. She slipped the straps over my shoulders and my boobs became free. I really haven't got much. Pauls calls them TBs (tennis balls) and that, just about, describes them. She bent down and kissed one nipple and then the other making them pucker, hard, like cherry stones and sending a long shiver through me. I was overwhelmed with excitement, mixed with a little sense of guilt. Was I betraying Paul? But Paul was forgotten when she asked me to stand up and began pulling my dress, and my pants, over my hips. Now, I was standing, stark naked , in front of a girl, I hardly knew, who I was about to have sex with. I have never been so excited. She instructed me to sit down. On her knees now between my legs. First lifting one leg onto her shoulder then the other, causing my bum to slide to the edge of the sofa. Now, I'm a married woman and Paul is not adverse to going down on me. Neither were my boyfriends before Paul with varying degrees of satisfaction. But when it came to oral sex this girl was in a class of her own. For a start she didn't dive right in, she teased. When I'm aroused my lips swell up and my clit has a habit of popping out. But she avoided this. Trailing her tongue along the crease were my inner thigh joined my vulva. It drove me crazy and she knew it. She explored my belly button with her tongue, which made me squirm. Licking either side of the V careful to avoid my clit, throbbing, and feeling the size of a large gr**e. I was mad for it, moaning now, and attempting to push my crotch into her face. But she avoided it, driving me insane. Then, quite suddenly, she did something that I have never before experienced. She pushed her tongue up my bum hole. I cried out with total surprise and almost came, right there, but clenched my buttocks in time to stop myself. Then, urgently, her tongue licked the whole length of me, lingering on my clit, I cried out, pressing down on her shoulders and forcing my crotch into her face. When she sucked my clit into her mouth I exploded. And then the contractions came and each one was an orgasm. My left leg began to shake uncontrollably. Never in my life have I experienced so much wild abandoned pleasure. My legs wrapped around her head pulling her into me.

Amy, had no need to remove her underwear because she wasn't wearing any. Kneeling, skirt pulled up, straddling me, her crotch in my face. Gone was the cool control. She wanted it now, no doubt turned on by the sex with me. I'd never licked a girl before. But, like me, she was bald, easy to find. I wasn't cruel and found her clit immediately. Judging by the sounds she made she enjoyed it.

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