I stand in the doorway - watching.
Disgusted at first, slowly relenting
My facial amusement at his deeds, clearly visible,
And I know how this will end.
I cough, to gain attention is clearly needed,
It's not what you think - they all say it!
Yet the evidence is clear.
I stare into his dark puppy-dog eyes,
The uttered sigh immediately identifies with blame,
His cock, firm and erect in his hand,
His balls, tight in their sacks,
And my wet knickers held to his nose.
His deep breath, and lowered face,
Is all the evidence I need.

Let me re-iterate, 
My wet knickers held to his nose.

He starts to back away,
The sorry pleas pour from his mouth,
My eyes widen, my grin broadens,
I am not sorry at all.
My breathing fails to suppress my heaving breasts
And the lust builds inside me.
He may be licking my knickers,
But the wetness, spreading down below,
Supercedes even his expectations.
His cock weeps and deflates,
His balls relax,
His urgency lost to the watcher.
And here I am - 
Watching him squirm.

My wet knickers fall, ever so slowly,
From his hands to the floor.

This erotic sight feeds me
And powers my lustful need.
My mind shouts instructions that I am bound to follow
And I prey on him;
Rising like a rainbow, caught between
The brightly lit sun and the moist clouds,
He knows what's coming - and it's not him.
I walk towards him, raising my skirt in expectation,
I push him down with the softest of touches,
I straddle him, holding aloft my cotton clothes.
Slowly, I walk up his body on my knees, 
And smile as I lower my wetness to his face.
His tongue extends. Fuck! it's hard.
But I knew his muscle would be.

With my wet knickers lying helpess on the floor,
My hand clenches his hair, tight, as he tastes me.

Soft and yet powerful, his tongue invades
Massaging my lips with every move that I make.
Hands clasp at my bottom, and claw at my thighs,
Yet - do I even care whether he survives.
At last his tip settles underneath my hood,
He drives me crazy, as I squirm and feed
Off electric shocks generating a desperate need.
Eyes closed and with rasp like moans,
I pound my sex and flood his groans.
Aware of his burgeoning cock behind
I know he wants to pump and grind,
Yet I climb the ever precipitous wall,
And stare down the abyss, before I fall.
Legs shake, thighs clench, I cum on his tongue, time well-spent.

With his wet face discarded, and with shaky legs,
I pick up my knickers and leave him - to the bed.