Boys will be Girls

"Maybe." Marilyn's lips lifted into a broad smile, tongue darting out to caress her lower lip. Without comment she stepped back, slowly turning while she lifted her peignoir to show off her tight, round bottom.

Jack was the one on his knees now, lips moving over the firm cheeks, tongue sliding along the cord lying between them. He'd always enjoyed this erotic territory, though he seldom found women interested in playing along. He took hold of the cord with his free hand and pulled it to the side to give his tongue greater access to the delights awaiting his attention. He was aware of Marilyn's fingers playing between her thighs and guessed she was adding to the excitement by teasing herself as his tongue slithered across the tight opening she appeared to be offering for his pleasure. He could hear her groan as his tongue stiffened and simulated the act he hoped soon to be performing, thrusting toward the circle, then back again before lasciviously licking the sensitive flesh. He attempted to run his finger between Marilyn's thighs but found the way blocked by her hand. He withdrew and his newfound playmate rose from her bent over position. She turned and bent to kiss his lips, playing her tongue between his lips and along the tongue which had been pleasuring her with such abandon.

The next thing Jack knew he was once again receiving the most wonderful blowjob of his life. He watched those lips spread around the thickness of his organ as they rose and fell, gradually taking more and more of the substantial instrument. Then her lips lifted and she smiled up at him

"I think he's ready, don't you?" With that she rose and turned, glancing over her shoulder as she walked toward the full length mirror covering what appeared to be a closet next to the bar. Her long legs parted as she pushed the peignoir to one side, again offering her incredible bottom. Jack pushed himself off the sofa and walked toward her, his cock obscenely hard as it swung from side to side with each step. His eyes caressed her bottom. Marilyn's knees were locked and she'd bent over slightly at the waist, thrusting her cheeks toward him. One hand reached back to slide the cord from between the cheeks, offering him an unobstructed access to her ass.