The half-cups fell away. I broke the kiss and found her right nipple, licking it, teasing it with my tongue and then drawing it into my mouth so I could suckle on it and then tongue tease it. She moaned and I felt her nails dig into my back. My mouth licked its way across to the other breast and repeated the treatment.
After several minutes of kissing, caressing and sucking, she pushed me away a little. “We can’t go all the way, especially as you are still married.” she said.
“But we can go as far as you want,” I said, “and I will respect your boundaries when stated. ‘No’ will be a stop.”
“I see… You really want me, don’t you?”
“Yes, but not enough to hurt or disrespect you. Just know, if we do go all the way, it’s because I have always loved you, and if we don’t, I will still love you. Now stop talking and kiss me.”
We kissed, passionately, for a long time. Long enough for me to find and undo the clasp on her skirt’s waistband, and long enough to slowly unfasten each of the five buttons. Long enough to unfold the two front panels, exposing her legs had I been able to see them. My tongue in her mouth created a very restricted field of view.
All this time, she was flat on her back on the rug, with me lying next to her on my left side and her right arm under me. Hence my right hand had been free to handle her skirt. Now, my free right hand was able to find her knee nearest to me, and start to gently work the finger tips up the inside of her leg, still kissing her and tongue-wrestling.
I knew from conversations Pauline and her husband had had with my wife and I years before that my cousin could not stand pantyhose, so it was no surprise to find she was wearing thigh-high self-supporting stockings. Of course, what made that obvious was the sensation of touching bare skin on her thighs. And still no barriers to further progress.
As my fingers slowly climbed her leg, with the merest touch of my finger-tips on her bare flesh, I could feel her gently wriggling against me, and her moaning into my mouth. And then a hand grabbed my cock through my trousers. No big squeeze, but a firm enough grab.
I also knew that my cousin was not a fan of panties. It became a necessity to know if it was a panty or panty-free night. My fingers continued upwards, and the tongue dance continued. I decided that the time had come to return my mouth to her breasts so that if she wanted to call a halt, I could not be blamed for stopping her.
I nibbled gently on a nipple and was rewarded with a moan. My middle finger found the edge of a bush of pubic hair. No panties! Slowly my finger travelled into the bush, along the lips, until it found the hood of her clitoris. Her legs parted, and my middle finger caressed her clit as she heaved and wriggled and moaned alongside me. My middle finger teased, circled, rubbed her clit, and then other fingers joined in. Her lips were rubbed, parted, and her pussy was gently entered. I slid down the rug until my mouth was alongside my hand, and then I licked her clit. Her hips lifted a good 6 inches into the air, and I immediately thrust a couple of fingers deep into her vagina. As my fingers searched for her g-spot, my mouth sucked her clit into it, and my tongue teased her. She was bouncing up and down and turning her head from side to side and moaning.