Steve watched Melissa as she opened the bottle of old wine with the skill of a Parisian cafe waiter. Pop went the cork. She poured two goblets full.
"Well, here's to your happiness, Steve," she smiled, raising her glass in a toast.
"Thank you," he replied politely, raising his own, sipping from it, smiling at the pleasant taste.
"It is good, isn't it?"
"Yes," he agreed, sitting back, then crossing his legs.
Melissa also sat back but when she crossed her legs, the robe parted and in the soft light coming through the large picture window, this enhanced by the light in back of them, Steve had another wonderful view to observe.
From the ankles up both of her legs were bare right up to her mid thigh. In the light they looked so startling white and sexy.
Melissa smiled, "well, when you have something nice, you're proud of it, aren't you?"
"Yes," said Steve, "and Melissa," he added, taking his time because he felt his heart beginning to pound, his breath coming short at the sight of her milky white, silky skin, "your legs are very beautiful, very sexy."
She caught her breath. "Would you like to see more of them, Steve?" She felt a shudder pass through her body. Then a shiver, waiting for his reply.
"Yes."
Putting down her glass, she shifted her position. She lifted her robe high up. Now she was naked to the waist. Steve could easily see her hairy crotch, the inside of her thighs. When Melissa spread her legs slightly, Steve gasped. He saw her pussy lips!
"So beautiful," he sighed.
"You can touch them, you know. Don't be shy," she smiled. She took his hand, guiding it to her leg. "I love to be touched, Steve."
"I can tell."
"You can touch me… anywhere you want to, my little darling," she said, her voice low and soft.
"Anywhere…?" His heart was thundering.
"Yes, ohooo, yessss, Steve, anywhere." She could feel her cunt heating up. She knew it was growing wetter and wetter. Her breasts were also stinging now and when his hand glided between her thighs to cup her hair cunt, she almost cried out in wild ecstasy.
As his fingers combed her soft, very fine pubic hair, she leaned forward. Cupping his face with both hands, she caressed his cheeks, then she put one hand behind his head. "You can kiss my legs, if you want, Steve? I'd just love that, darling. I would."
Steve let her bend his head. He offered only a little resistance. The aroma of her hot cunt was intoxicating.
"Why don't you get down on your knees, Steve?"
"Oh God," he cried.
"Go on, Steve, get down and kiss my legs. Begin with my toes, if you want."
"Oh I want to," he cried, slipping to his knees, bending his face and brushing his moist lips over her toes imprisoned behind the tiny leather straps of her high spike heeled sandals.
"Kiss my toes, darling. Yessssss, kiss them… oh yessssss, my darling, Steve, lick them just like… ohoooo, yessss, just like that… yesssss."
Chapter 6
With the young boy down on his knees in the silence of that wonderful room, with her robe open up to the waist, her long, slender legs so stunningly nude and her hair cunt visible to him as he licked and brushed his lips and tongue over her darling toes, Melissa Staunton was close to swooning.
Whenever the young boy would glance up as he held her high heel in his hand, running his tongue over her instep, or simply licking the toenails themselves, or when he'd grip her heel and she'd wiggle her pretty toes over his lips, over the end of his moving tongue, one spasm after another, one slight convulsive spasm after another would ripple through her belly, through her breasts, stinging her erect nipples.
His face looked so handsome in the soft light. And the way his fingers caressed her ankles, the way they stroked, how they gripped her high heel so firmly, was also very thrilling.
When she would raise one leg or another, allowing her thighs to part further, his head would automatically raise up.
She could literally feel his eyes devouring her crotch so obscenely exposed. She could feel his eyes burning between her slippery cunt lips. She could imagine his eyes caressing her hot fiery clitoris.
When she moved slightly forward on the plush sofa, again parting her thighs wide, and when Steve's face was close enough to her mid-thigh so that she could feel his heavy breathing on her bare flesh, she began to shiver with passion and lust.
God, she said under her breath, what would the young boy's reaction be were she to touch herself. Play with her sex? She was on fire, burning up with greed for his mouth, for his tongue, for her own fingers, craving contact, craving some kind of physical and emotional release from the wild tensions that were mounting minute by minute.
As Steve continued, his kisses now climbing higher and higher on her naked flesh, she was trembling with desire.
"Oh, Steve… your kisses are like magic. Do you have any idea how happy you're making me?"
He glanced up. He smiled. Yes, he knew. He could tell by her body temperature. She was getting hot.
He could tell by the intensity of the sweet perfumes that were coming from between her thighs. He could also tell by the way she was beginning to squirm her naked buttocks on the sofa.
"Yes… yes… Melissa… "
"It's soooooo good, Steve. Sooooo very good."
"I'm glad," he answered with a muffled voice. Now he was kissing behind her knees, one knee after the other.
Melissa, at one point, was balancing her high heel on Steve's shoulder, her thighs wide open as he licked up and down her leg from her ankles up to her knee, then behind her knee.
When Melissa first felt his wet, slippery tongue licking, caressing behind her knee, she felt like giggling, but then didn't, controlling herself, not wishing to offend the youth.
"Okay… okaaaaayyyyy," she said, holding her breath. "That's so wonderful. So great."
"You like it?"
"God yes," she said. She wondered how he was reacting to the jabbing motion of her pointy spike heel on his shoulder. Doing this was thrilling her more than she had anticipated.
At another point while he was kissing her little toes, running his sharp tongue between her toes, once taking each toe on her right foot separately into his warm, wet mouth, she moved her high heel against his neck and suddenly he reached for it, showering the heel and even the sole of the slipper with his passionate kisses.
She'd asked, "where did you learn that, Steve?"
He answered, "right now. I like it. The leather smells so good. It's tastes good, too," he added, holding her leg by her ankle and then licking the heel, licking the tiny leather straps that crossed her wiggling toes.
Another time when he was licking her heel, she began rubbing her spike heel up and down his thigh, not pressuring it, but ever so gently, gliding the sharp heel in the direction of his groin but going no further than mid-thigh.
Melissa kept wondering to herself if he had an erection and several times she was temped to rub the toe of her slipper between his thighs, but each time she'd get prepared psychologically to do this, questioning his possible reaction, he'd be doing something else to her and she'd get distracted.
Finally when Steve had literally licked both her legs up behind her dimpled knees, and now she was balancing her left foot on the edge of the sofa, her hairy cunt wide open, her pussy gleaming with puddles of liquid, she reached down again cupping his handsome face.
"Steve…?"
"Yes… Melissa?"
"You make me so happy I could die."
"Oh me, too, Melissa… me, too."
"Steve…?"
"Yes?" He stopped kissing the inside of her thighs, his hands roaming all over her upper thighs, caressing her soft belly, squeezing her flesh, "Yes, Melissa? What is it?" he asked, his voice a half moan.