After I got her shoes off and set to the side, it was time to remove the rest of her outfit. She was able to help a little as we got her turned, and farther onto the bed, before getting her laid back. I saw that the zipper on the front of her pants had a nice, big ring (apparently to make it easier for her to maneuver); I simply hooked my forefinger through it and again looked into her eyes as I slowly pulled it down. The waistband was held closed not with a snap or button, but a bit of hook-and-loop faster – again, something that she could deal with without much difficulty. As I slowly worked her pants off her waist and down her hips, she was able to move around enough to make it easier. I suppose I could have gotten it done faster and easier if I'd just peeled them off her myself, but I knew that she wanted – no, needed – to prove something, not just to me, but to herself. When her pants had lowered enough, I could see that she had on a small, rather filmy pair of panties that matched the bra; shortly thereafter, I learned that the panties barely covered the large, dark wedge of her pelvic thatch. It wasn't much longer before the two of us were getting even the negligible covering of her panties out of the way, as well. As they slid down her hips, it was obvious to me that her pubic hair was short, thick, and somewhat luxurious-looking; I found myself looking forward to getting my fingers into it.
When I slid her panties off her legs, I got a clear view of the area between her legs – and learned that the erectness of her nipples was probably due to her arousaclass="underline" her labia were slightly thick and already extending, with the area between them shining with her excitement.
With her lying there naked, I took a few moments to look her over again before saying "You are easily as pretty and sexy as I thought you would be."
Her eager anticipation was clear when Evie told me "Your turn, now – and I want to watch!"
Ever the gentleman, I did as she wanted: got myself undressed much the same way as we'd undressed her – slowly, but without dragging it out, and doing it in such a way that she had just as good of a view of me as I'd had of her. When I was done, I simply stood where I was for several seconds, giving her ample time to look me over just I'd done with her.
When she looked up at my face, I could see that she was ready for me to join her on the bed. Once I was on my side next to her, I put my hand on her belly and began softly caressing her skin as I said "Before things go too far, I need you to tell me what your thoughts are about making sure you don't get pregnant."
She looked pleased, and told me "I'm glad you thought to bring it up, but it's not a problem: I'm on the Pill. My doctor thinks he's helping me by keeping my periods regular; even he can't conceive of me having anything like a sex life."
I leaned over to kiss the tip of her nose, and rose up again to say "Well, I guess we'll just have to show him, won't we?" – making her laugh before she answered "Damn right!"
Lowering my head again, I touched my lips to hers – gently at first, then with more and more passion in response to her unvoiced entreaties. I kept my hand caressing her body until I finally felt her mouth open slightly and her tongue touch my lips; only as I opened my mouth to touch my tongue to hers did I move my hand up to hold her breast. When I did, she moaned softly into my mouth.
As our tongues got introduced to each other, I began softly squeezing the breast I had in my hand, then gently caressing it from her torso up to the tip of her lengthening nipple. Her skin was warm under my hand, and the smooth, soft feel of it was a pleasure to my fingertips.
When I had the one nipple standing tall and proud, I moved my hand to her other breast and proceeded to give it the same treatment. The passion and depth of Evies and my kissing increased steadily as I continued my efforts. It wasn't long before I had both of her nipples standing erect from the puckered tissue of her areolas. I thought that I could detect the scent of her increasing arousal, but I was determined to take my time and make sure that she was ready – and give her plenty of opportunity to call things off, if she felt the need.
As nice as it felt to play with her mammaries, that wasn't all that I wanted to do; so I began splitting my attention between fondling her breasts and caressing the rest of her body: her arms and as much of her legs as I could reach, along with everything in between – with the sole exception of the area between her thighs. It was as I was softly tracing a path from the side of her body to the opposing leg that I realized I could feel her abdominal muscles flexing; it took me a few seconds to realize that she was trying to arch her pelvis up in invitation for me to include that part of her, too. It took me only a moment to decide that it was time to find out if the covering of her lower belly was as luxurious as it had looked. As my fingertips got closer and closer, I could feel her trying to move again; it was a matter of but a couple of seconds before she was able to move one of her legs to the side a bit, opening herself up to me slightly.
That was all the confirmation I needed to know that she wanted me to include her mons, and what lay farther down, in my investigation of her body. But before then, I had the delight of my fingers finally coming into contact with her pubic fleece. It was as short as it looked, but much thicker and softer than I'd expected. I just called it her pubic fleece, and that's pretty much what it felt like: an incredibly soft, thick, and positively decadent bit of lamb's wool. I let my fingers spend a lot more time enjoying it that I would have with anyone else, it feels that nice. But by that time, there isn't any doubt in my mind that I can smell her arousal; that, and the way she's still trying to press herself up against my hand, lets me know that it's time to move on. Even so, I take my time about blazing a trail through the jungle of her hair as my hand moves lower and lower.
Finally, though, a couple of fingertips happen onto the cleft of her sex – and more to the point, the top of it, where I can feel the hood of her clitoris and the tops of her vaginal lips.
At the first touch of my finger on her clitoral hood, she gasps, and I feel the muscles in one of her legs trying get it out of my way so I can touch her more, and easier. I don't figure she's going to be able to make it happen enough on her own (at least, not any time soon), so I pull my head back from where we're kissing and ask her outright "You want me to help you move your legs?"
There isn't the slightest hesitation before she answers "Oh, God, yes! Even that little bit felt so good; I want you touching me!"
I slid myself down a little ways, so that I can reach behind her knee and lift her leg up; with me supporting its weight, she's able to exert enough pressure to let me know how far she wants to move it before I can set it back down again. As it turns out, it gets moved pretty far – and with her opened up like that, it isn't any problem for me to slowly slide my hand along the inside of her thigh until I get back to where I was before.
Kissing her was pretty nice – but right there in front of me is what promises to be another interesting spot. Two of them, actually.