Jake looked up at her. “May I . . ..” he started, not knowing exactly what he wanted to say. Becky hesitantly nodded and quietly said “yes.”
He reached behind her legs to her ankles and gently cupped her calves. His hands slid down until they reached her still-crossed ankles. He uncrossed her ankles and slid his hands up the sides of her legs resting them on the outsides of her knees.
Ask he curled his fingers between her knees he noticed her thighs tighten again for a moment, release and tighten again. He looked up at her and although she was still facing down, her eyes were now closed and she was breathing heavily through her mouth.
After one more tightening and loosening of he thighs, his eyes again went to the triangle of her panties as he slowly started pulling her knees apart.
At first the triangle grew downward, her legs starting to spread. Once her inner thighs parted, Jake could see all of the front of Becky’s panties, the white an blue stripes ending in a straight line across the inside of her skirt, the triangular shape, now more of a top-heavy hourglass. He only stopped when her legs were almost at a ninety degree angle.
He stopped again, taking in this glorious view and watched delightedly as Becky seemed to squirm in her chair, tightening and relaxing her buttocks every few seconds. Jake wanted nothing more than to pleasure this beautiful creature.
When Becky’s legs were parted, she felt a new surge of excitement, knowing now that Jake was staring at her panties, her legs wide open, totally exposed. All thoughts of embarrassment were quickly ignored as her body again tried to tighten and with her thighs no longer closed, found no relief for the tingling she felt. Her legs wide open, she squirmed in the chair, her body trying to find something to press against, soothing to ease the maddening feeling between her legs.
She let out another gasp and opened her eyes as she felt Jakes hands now on her hips. As she felt him slide her towards him, her crotch just over the front of the chair, she held her breath, the fabric of her panties pulling ever so gently against her lips, sending what felt like sparks into her stomach.
Jake then brought one hand back between her legs and ever so slowly, and ever so lightly touched his finger to the middle of Becky’s panties.
She immediately thrust her hips forward, her body responding to his touch, but just as quick Jake pulled back. Becky found herself rocking her hips back and forth in small thrusts as if searching again for his finger.
Jake looked at Becky. Her eyes closed, lightly her hips moving in tiny thrusts, her panties, her arms still clutching the sides of the chair. Becky started to whimper softly. Again he lifted his finger to her panties, and matching her rhythm, brought a slight pressure to her.
Becky was entirely focused on the maddeningly pleasurable feeling now burning under her panties. And although she was doing all she could to increase the pressure, to rub harder on Jakes finger, he kept the same light touch.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Jake increased the pressure, and Becky momentarily stopped mid thrust to accept the extra attention before settling back. Jake slid his finger up, tracing the lips beneath the cotton panties until he felt the small bud of her clitoris.
Becky could feel something welling up inside as the pleasure continued to grow, and when she felt Jake find her “special spot” she was sure nothing in the world had ever felt as wonderful.
Becky knew her orgasm was coming, and for a split second she had a moment’s embarrassment as all of her previous orgasms were private, and she looked down. Just then Jake buried his face between her legs, his tongue now hungrily lapping at Becky’s clitoris through the now saturated fabric of her panties.
This sight and the new sensations where finally enough for Becky as she thrust her hips into Jake’s face, letting out a grunt, then her body shook violently with a massive orgasm, her thighs suddenly clamped around his head.
