This was clearly getting to Sue. As if shaking off a fog, she drew Wayne’s
face to hers and began hungrily kissing him, sucking her tongue into her
mouth as she sought out his nipples with her free hand. She found the
bottom of his shirt and slid beneath it, moving her hand about until she
alighted on first one nipple, then the other, mimicking what he was doing
to hers, perhaps to illustrate the pleasure he was giving her.
Wayne once again broke the kiss and returned his mouth to her tits, and as
he sucked her nipple between his lips he began to slide his hand lower,
and slipping his hand over her flat tummy, along her sleek hips to the hem
of her dress, reaching almost to where her delicate ankles were still
crossed. Slowly at first, then more determined as she showed no sign of
resistance, Wayne worked the hem of her dress up past her knees, along her
stockinged thighs, finally dipping beneath the cloth to caress her legs. I
watched as his hand entered this cloth-shrouded cavern between her legs,
first his fingers disappearing into the darkness, then his whole hand.
When had reached halfway up her thighs, I heard him gasp and he drew away
to look at her. She smiled, whispered something I couldn’t catch. I heard
him sigh, and kiss her more recklessly as he started working at the
remaining buttons of her dress.