The opening scene of the video showed an older woman and boy around my age sitting on a couch together engaged in small talk. The stilted dialogue with the actors’ uninspired delivery didn’t lessen its impact; it heightened it, in fact. Why else would two people watch such a horrific display of acting and plot development other than to watch what, no doubt, would soon happen.
The older woman on the screen scooted closer to the young man and began rubbing the area of his jeans where his two legs joined. Seconds later she helped him off with his jeans and began running her hand along his firmness until she lowered her head to his lap and proceeded with lubricating him — running her tongue along its underside, then swirling it along its cap.
I was reaching a level of awkward excitement that my heart sounded like it was beating against my ear drums. I was stealing glances at Miss Tanner from the corners of my vision — still too afraid to look her in the eye. I had the feeling she felt similarly, as she watched the television and futzed with what was an attempt at an appropriate facial expression. The actors’ lewd sounds and actions filled the room and juxtaposed our total silence and frozen state, and the already formidable tension in the room became more obvious.
The young actor grabbed the woman by her pony tail with both hands and began bobbing her head in a vulgar display of control that resembled a young Dutch maiden churning butter.
At that point I felt a comforting hand on my arm. I looked down as she slid her hand down onto the back of mine and clasped it. She was looking at me with glazed eyes, glistening with desire. Her breathing was shallow as my eyes became drawn to the inside of her partially exposed breast. She pulled my hand toward her and placed my index finger in her mouth and pursed her lips around it slowly and gently — drawing her cheeks in with my finger then pulling it out with her hand. She continued to watch me with a self-assuredness in her eyes, which were framed by the now crimson skin of her face.
And now… Now, she lay before me in the center of the bed — wearing only panties that I never before believed I would see on her. The moonlight flooded through the basement window, draping her curves in its bluish light.
I crawled across the bed to her and she guided me down so I lay on my back. Straddling me in reverse with her powerful legs, she lowered herself onto my face. I began massaging her mound through the panties with my mouth and tongue. She was leaning forward slightly and supporting herself with her hands on my hips. I pulled the panties to the side and she pulled away from my mouth to allow me this, then lowered herself back down. Her fleshy cleft was warm and wet, and I spread her behind to expose her, and to allow my tongue to explore her fully.
I wet two of my fingers and eased them inside of her as I alternated sucking and tonguing just under her opening. She began to gently rock then rotate her hips, and I heard an “Uuuhhhnnn” sound escape her mouth. The outside of my mouth was now covered with her juice…