Expertly, I took two fingers and used them to spread my lips. My pussy, as those I have danced a special dance for will tell you, is a pretty little thing. It is nice and tight and quite small, so by parting my lips just a little my clit is released so easily. It can be rather sensitive at times so when it is exposed, I tease it with nothing more than a whisper of a caress before letting it hide away and rubbing it hard over its little hood again. I released my lips and slipped two fingers along my slit to seek out my entrance. I stared up at Michael as his palms slipped ever higher and just as he was so close to touching where I wanted him to touch, I plunged my fingers deep inside, rubbing urgently with the other hand.

I arched my back as a monumental shock ripped through my body. I began to fuck myself so very quickly with my fingers. They were hot and slippery with my juices as I frigged my cunt right below Michael’s gaze. Surely he must have sensed the tension in my body as I played the way bad little Mandy likes to play. Surely he must have heard the muffled cries from beneath the towel as I teased my pussy relentlessly. Apparently he did not, as he simply continued his sweeping caress of my thighs.

I became aware of the slippery wet sound as my fingers fucked my pussy faster and faster. I no longer cared. Hell! I wanted Michael to know and besides…I was so close to my climax that nothing in the world could stop me now.

I alternated flicking my clit from side to side to round and around, all the time letting my fingers slide tight along my inner wall, back and forth. My hand was beginning to ache but it was of no consequence.

My body tightened hard and I drew short, desperate breaths through my nose. I cried out into the towel as I felt my pussy tense hard around my fingers. I was cumming. My clit fired lightening like shocks up my spine, causing my head to swim as wave after wave of ice-cold and red-hot pleasure washed over me. I shivered with the thrill of the orgasm enveloping my entire body. I was lost and I sobbed with the beauty and frustration of the experience. As I began to slow, I looked up at Michael through slitted eyes and grinned, my fingers working my pussy once more, but somewhat slower now. Finally with complete satisfaction, I released my clitoris, exhaling a deep, relaxing moan as I slid my soaking wet fingers out of my cunt and lapped at them with long, ice-lolly licking strokes of my tongue.

It should have been Michael tasting me, but as his hands worked there way up my thigh one final time, I resolved that I would take him sooner rather than later anyway.

I wanted to see what magic those expert fingers could conjure elsewhere on my body and in return, I would make sure that Michael would receive something a little special from me.

“That’s you finished then Amanda,” he said and I released a huge sigh. How right he was. My pussy was pink and swollen from my game, but I certainly felt more relaxed than I had