An reflex cry left Sandy’s lips, but her hands did not release
her grip on Jim’s arms. As his tongue slowly felt its way around
the ruby areola, Sandy’s breathing became short and labored. The
tongue paused on its third circuit and gentle touched the nipple.
A rush of air into Sandy’s lungs lifted the nipple into Jim’s
mouth. It closed over the nipple and gentle sucked as his tongue
massaged. A few moments there that bringing the blood rushing to
the very tip of the sensitive tip of the nipple was followed by
and equal excursion on the other nipple.
Gradually, Sandy’s grip on Jim’s arms faded. Her arms fell to
her side as she passionately absorbed this energy.
A sudden spasm in Sandy’s back caused the both to start. “I
can’t stay in this position, Jim,” she said. He raised himself
off of her allowing her to sit back in the seat. Her further
words, “Maybe, we had better…,” were muffled by his mouth again
as he planted another long deep kiss on her full cherry lips.
Her arms then went around Jim’s shoulders. He held her slim
waist.