A Green Knight and a Hot Night

Callie loves Barry…till he cheats on her. She breaks up with him and subsequently gets involved in an email relationship with a mystery man: Green Knight. Callie and “Green” are both involved in a local dog-lovers’ group, fighting City Hall. One day her mystery man invites her to a costume party. Will she finally get to meet the man she has been fantasizing about? Will he be a suitable romantic partner? Can she trust him not to cheat on her? Is there a happy ending in store for her? The heat ramps up starting with a tryst in a greenhouse as Callie and “Green” go at it surreptitiously, away from the other partygoers. Will they get caught? Can they see each other again after this? Do they have a future together? Again his tongue made contact with her clit, but this time, too, the contact didn’t last. She reached for his head in the darkness, found it, and tried to press him down against her mound. He fought free. It was clear he was determined to set the pace himself, and it was also clear that that pace was to be a slow, taunting, teasing one. Now his tongue made a circle around her clit without ever touching the tip. Callie was in an agony of need. She groaned mightily and put her hand to her clit. Green firmly removed it and gave it a light slap as if to say, “Naughty! Naughty!” But he did resume his licking, and this time he left his tongue in place and slid it across her clit repeatedly. Using the raspy side of his tongue, he tantalized her clitty button with slow, measured strokes that were far less frustrating yet not fast enough to bring her to the orgasm she needed so badly. She humped up and down, her fuck motions frantic and furious as she strove to get off, and finally Green took pity on her and got down to pleasuring her in earnest. Now his tongue zeroed in on her clitty and stayed glued to it. He drilled her clit with precision despite the way her body was jumping all over at the surging need that roiled through her loins. Her breath was short and shallow, her head rolled from side to side, and her fists beat a tattoo on the wooden flooring as she drummed it frantically. She was almost there.“Don’t stop now!” she whispered, straining to reach her climax, and he stayed with it and didn’t stop, flipping his tongue rapidly across the very tip of her clit. She was rising higher and higher toward climax, gasping for breath now, straining to get off, desperate for the release of orgasm. And then she was there, tumbling over the edge as waves flooded her body. She relaxed, her fists uncurling, her toes uncurling, the taut muscles throughout her body letting go and going limp.