I got bolder and took the left boob in my palm and started to press it slowly. Still there was on response. I kept the novel down and put my free hand... on her stomach to find the string of the pajama she was wearing. The gradually pulled the string and slowly lowered the pajama to her ankles. She was not wearing a panty so it was easy to access her pussy. My fingers reach her cunt lips. I parted the lips with two fingers and inserted middle finger into the choot. It was dry but in no time I. Touch, though, was no longer enough; neither was sight, nor even smell.Just the tip of my tongue flicked just the edge of her inner lips. That brought a drop of her delicious nectar. I licked up one side of those joined lips, and then up the other. The flavor was delightful, but the amount was insufficient. I drew one inner lip away from its neighbor with my finger. My tongue invaded that gap. The feel was almost as arousing as the taste.After lapping at her liquid, I drew my tongue upwards. Her arms were bare from the shoulders down, apart from the delicate watch around her left wrist and the fine bracelet she wears on her right wrist. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's. I needed to make double the money just to make up for that one big mistake. I bet a lot of you have been there.Tonight I had a smile on my face. The deal I had just closed meant I was well on my way to regaining my financial stability. I was half way across the country in Chicago and headed down to the hotel bar to have a quick bite to eat and a celebratory drink. Sex was the farthest thing from my mind unless I was planning to make love to my right hand.I settled in watching a Blackhawks game.