A. LeChance - Vixen on top

Marty groaned, much the way Les had, and hiked her butt a little more off the seat to better get him access to her crotch. She wanted his tongue deep.

Les maneuvered his hands around to brace Marty. He held her hips and lifted her upward. And, Marty, trying to facilitate the head job, spread her legs as far apart as she could get them.

Les stuck his tongue into her again, he pursed his lips and pressed them against the hot flesh and began to hum loudly. The subtle vibrations made Marty almost delirious.

She tried to tell him how good it felt but the words would not form. She shook herself from side to side to try to enhance Les' efforts. As she moved from left to right, he moved in the opposite direction and by their coordinated movements his tongue and lips brushed her pussy faster and faster.

Marty tried to tell Les that she was about to cum but still she could not talk. She needn't have worried however. Les knew from the volume of lubricating fluids that poured from her snatch that she was about to cum. He could tell by the change in the fragrances of her pussy that she was close.

Marty's eyes were closed, her teeth were clamped together, her skin was shiny with a light sheen of perspiration, and her cunt lips were swelling slightly.

Her breathing was coming in gasps and she was moaning as Les lapped at her. Over and over his tongue slithered into her, swirled around brushing the tender membranes and then slurping upward to caress Marty's clit.

When the orgasm hit her she went limp at first and then her body began to stiffen and tremble. She shook from her shoulders all the way down to her feet.

When Les felt the first spasms and quaking in her pussy her pressed his face harder against her and held his breath while he ate her out.

The juices that Marty produced were slippery and copious. She coated Les' face; she cried out finally and then collapsed backward on the seat of the car.

Les raised himself slightly, gulped in air, and then plunged his face into her snatch for one last go at it.

He caused Marty's orgasm to be extended even beyond what she thought she could tolerate. On and on he carried her along by rubbing his tongue into her, touching ail the hot spots and then slurping up to caress the clitoris.

At last Marty went limp and he knew she was through. Les raised him face a little, breathed in refreshing air, and started to lick her inner thighs again.

When Marty could talk she said, "My God, I never came like that before. Never. That was so good."

Les raised up higher and then leaned in to lay his head on Marty tummy. He hugged her with his arms and sighed with her.

Much later, after they'd composed themselves, Marty got the car started and they headed back into town.

"I want this car," she said. "When we get back I want you to draw up the papers."

"OK, lady. You got it." He smiled at Marty and asked, "Can I deliver the papers and the car to you at home?"

"Oh, I'd love that. Could you come by around seven this evening?"

"Seven it is," he said. Les laid his hand on Marty's knee and added, "What can I bring? Wine? Champagne?"

"Bring the car and the title or registration. I'll have the drinks ready when you get there."

Marty cleaned the little trailer house, she fixed a light dinner for herself and for Les and put it in the oven to keep it warm. She dashed down to the liquor store and bought wine for the dinner and hard liquor and mixes for after dinner. At home she chilled the wine and set out glasses for the mixed drinks.

In the shower, Marty had a sudden inspiration. Remembering how good it had been with her husband and the things that turned him on she began to plan how she would make love with Les that evening.

She lathered her body in the shower and be to shave away all the body hair. From cresting hair on the moos pubis above her cunt she cleared the sensitive flesh. Her legs were always shaved anyway but she ran the razor over them too to make sure that her skin would be soft and stubble free. She whisked away the little hairs in her arm pits and the rinsed the soap and hair down the drain.

Marty washed her hair and conditioned it. When she stepped from the shower Marty looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. To herself, she said, "You look hot tonight kid."

She blew her hair dry and instead of putting it up in curls on her head the way she normally wore it, she brushed out her long brown tresses and let the hair flow softly around her face and over her shoulders.

She stood in front of the closet, pondering what she should wear for the little dinner and sexual encounter that she was looking forward to. What she finally settled on was a pure white dress. Sleeveless and very short, it buttoned from collar to skirt hem but when she put it on Marty closed only the bottom two buttons of the blouse piece and one button of the skirt section. She was barely covered and her bronzed skin looked very good in contrast to the pure white cotton.

She tossed her hair recklessly to see how it would fall and decided, definitely, that she liked the soft look.

Marty chose to wear no make up that night. She did put on some subtle perfume she touched the little glass stopper dipped in perfume to her elbows, knees, crotch and behind her ears.

Back in the living room she was just putting a tape in the player when Les knocked at the door. As the music began she opened the door.

Les was greeted by the soft, romantic sounds of I'm in the Mood for Love and a kiss and hug from Marty.

"Hi guy. Thank you for coming. Did you bring my little hot rod?"

"Sure did. Full tank of gas and fully serviced. Here are your title, registration and the bill of sale."

Marty stepped aside to let Les in. Her skirt parted as she moved and he caught a glimpse of her curvy legs.

"You look awfully nice. Your hair is beautiful that way." He leaned down to kiss Marty on the forehead.

She mixed a drink for Les and invited him to sit on the couch.

"Is that your kind of dinner music?" he asked smiling.

"It's my kind of lyrics."

They toasted each other's good fortune, clinked the glasses together and turned them up. When they sat their glasses down Les' glass was empty.

"Wow. You drank the whole thing," Marty said, amazed.

"Mmm. I need to slow myself down a little. I want this evening to last. In my present state I might not last."

"I want you to last. Let me get you another drink."

Marty mixed a second drink for them each and while Les sipped at that one, she opened the wine bottle and put the food on the table.

Les joined her at the little kitchen table and they enjoyed the meal together. It had been a long time for them both to share an intimate evening.

When they'd finished dinner and Marty had cleared the table Les sat in the living room and watched her move about in the kitchen. He admired the liquid kind of gracefulness that Marty moved in.

When she joined him again on the couch he asked, "How soon? I need you badly and I don't want to wait a long time."

"Now, then. I need it too," she said.

They made their way into the bedroom and when Marty turned to face Les he said, "Let me undress you."

He lowered himself to his knees in front of her. He reached up and began to separate the buttons from the buttonholes and when he had the front of her dress open he kissed her tits, softly, open mouthed.

Marty groaned, sighed and fought to stand still. Her tender nipples responded immediately to the gentle kisses. When Les kissed his way down, over her flat little belly to the place where she had shaved herself Marty almost fell over on him.

"Holy shit. You shaved your box for me. You shaved yourself today, didn't you?" he asked.

"I did it for you. Like it?"