VII
She had the tattoo inked for my last birthday. It was her first. I was thrilled. That night after a great fish dinner we had been back home slightly tipsy and we were really turning each other on, hands all over our bodies from the minute we were in the taxi. We had dressed very attractively that night, she with a short red skirt and a loose top in a sheer, see-through cotton cloth, that allowed her floral eyelet lace bralette to show her small tits in their natural size. I dressed with a loose, black silk dress that reached mid-thigh, very thin straps and a deep V line with my small breasts free with my nipples constantly rubbing the soft silk. We were both untucked, carefree, under our panties that night; it had had been no problem in the restaurant as we sat slowly savoring our meal. Even when we playfully reached with our toes for our crotches across the table, while staring at our gazes and smiling our naughty smiles, my hard erection and her growing one were not a problem. Only us could sense them, hardening, slightly wetting, under the table.
And we continued to play discretely in the taxi back home, our hands quietly traveling from our breasts to our pubic area, fondling our sexes, so we arrived home with both our cocks very enlarged. Our panties prevented the tenting of our skirt and dress, but my cock really showed its long shape on my stomach, pointing up, stretching out of the panty, under the silk dress, so we very carefully made it to our door fast. Then, the fun started. My dress was fast gone. Laura pinned me to the wall, overcoming my larger size, tiptoeing to reach my mouth and kiss me and then, her soft lips and hands started their trip down from my mouth to the shoulders to continue sliding the fingertips over my breasts and the tip of her tongue zeroing down on my navel. My skin was hypersensitive and I was trembling of pleasure. Then, just below the navel, stood the engorged tip of my cut cock so while the tongue drilled the navel my cock was already hardening more in contact with Laura's back tongue and chin. Then, down went the tongue pressing and sliding on the back of my cock as the hands left my breasts with a last soft pinch on my nipples. The hands softly scratched my belly in their downward path and then reached the side of the panties which where swept down liberating my long cock which landed on Laura's front as her tongue was now gobbing my soft balls. I looked down as my hands went from massaging my tits to Laura's head where I gently asked her to eat me, guiding her mouth from my wet balls all up along the shaft to reach the tip with her soft lips and slide it inside the warm, very wet mouth.
It was a great birthday already. I was pumping her mouth, hands on her head, getting closer and closer to orgasm, trying to avoid any choking, which neither of us liked. My hands, in this excitement, were pumping myself at a slow rhythm. I suddenly noticed that only one of her hands was assisting the mouth handling my cock. Where has the other one go? I was not feeling it on me... Then I see the arm on her back, no sight of the hand, and as she is touching herself the whole arm shakes. But from the back? I was really slow to understand... she was fingering her ass, with that spit she had gathered when I felt her fingers exploring my mouth. Was she inserting one, two or more? Was she pushing in deep? Knuckle deep? I hoped she was preparing herself for me, my entry into her. I could picture the insertion of the fingers down there since I knew every bit of her ass, and I knew that the rim would give away fast when she was aroused... Maybe already four? I would love to actually see it... if we had a mirror across the corridor, even in the dim light, I could watch those wet fingers sliding into her anus. Mental note: hang a mirror in the hall.