They spent the whole hour together. If either of them was looking for relaxation, whether or not it was relaxation depended upon how you defined the word. Clinton’s “it depends upon what the meaning of is is” was still twenty-something years away.
Millie did most of the work and she did it while Bill sat there in that broad, plush arm chair.
One thing they did was kiss a lot. No way they could say after this encounter that they were not familiar with each other’s kisses and kissing, that they were not familiar with each other’s tongue. No way they could say after this encounter they were not familiar with each other.
Bill discovered that Millie liked kissing, that she liked using her tongue, that she had a somewhat unusually long tongue, one that curved up slightly at its end. He also discovered that she was not shy about putting it anywhere and did so freely after they had cleared the air about neither of them having any sexually transmitted diseases. She was even more free and more eager to do and try things with Bill after Bill told her he was game for whatever she wanted.
“Whatever?”
“Anything,” Bill said. “You want it, go for it.”
“Anything?” Millie queried.
That’s when Bill started leading her to things she might not have done on her own, at least not without knowing Bill better than she did at this moment. As he led her to things, he didn’t ask if it were alright with her or if she liked it. He led her to it and left her with it, for her to do with it as she did.
And she did. He gave her the work and she went to work.
Of course he worked too and they figured out how to maneuver in the chair so they could both do the work they wanted.
Because they were both young and agile, it was relatively easy to position themselves and to change positions at will. And they did. Millie moved one way and settled herself. Then she moved another way and settled herself. Because she was thin and he was thin, they could actually fit side by side in the chair, the two of them.
Millie cooed like a happy bird. She flitted and strutted her wings. She made sure Bill addressed all the spots on her she wanted addressed, and after the initial hesitancy caused by where they were and who they were to each other, she broke down and began telling Bill all her secrets about what drove her crazy.
Hearing what drove her crazy, Bill went right to it. He discovered that she was a wild and wet one. He used her wetness to make it easy for his fingers to penetrate everywhere, and first peak for her was caused by his fingers. She stood before him, facing away from him. He leaned forward in the chair.
His fingers found the spot she liked. He knew this because she said so. “There, there. Don’t move from there.”
He didn’t. As he worked there, his other finger found another there, and he kissed her all around from behind as he tended to her.
Good thing she was standing up. When she shuttered and shook, she sprayed his fingers abundantly with her fluid.
“Oh my God,” she said. “Holy Jesus.”
Bill sat back in the chair and took a breather.
“I’d be embarrassed if we were like dating or something,” Millie said.
“Little late to be embarrassed,” Bill said.
“I guess,” Millie said. “You’re not?”
“Why should I be? I got something I should be embarrassed about?”
“I think you’re just fine,” Millie said.
“You are too,” said Bill.
“Good.” Totally naked, Millie faced Bill and kissed him, a wet, sloppy kiss. Then she turned away from him and proceeded to sit down on him.
“Lap dance,” she said.
