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Tickling the Boss's Wife

... leg at the panty line was very sensitive. Squirming to escape, her panties crept partly into her pussy crease, with bunches of her hidden hairs now in plain sight. I tickled the skin beneath her pussy hair.

My hands ceased tickling briefly, and with one hand high on each of her legs I pressed into the deep tissue there. She could relax finally and catch her breath as my hands forced her legs wide apart with her pussy covered only partly by her blue panties. "Maybe I should start at your feet and do this all over again," I said to her. Then my thumbs both reached over and massaged her pussy lips through her panties.

Her eyes widened.

"Nah," I said, and instantly I resumed tickling her gently causing her to moan with obvious pleasure, then to shriek with something nearing panic. My hands now rapidly attacked her inner thighs, alternating between one leg, her panty covered pussy, then the other leg. Between her cleft, I felt a hard extended but still hidden clitoris. She had a prominent one that was just right for tickling.

In an instant, my finger would flick her clit while also tickling her outer leg. Then the other hand. The constant attention to her still unseen clit turned her tickle laughs into serious gasps for erotic release. I began slower touches and tickles, managing her through lulls and very short rests. Then returning to fast paced tickles with one hand while the other climbed the hill of her clitoris and camped out on top for a moment.

She was ...

... perspiring and heaving, exhausted from being tickled and catching her breath, her necklace flew from side to side. Her large breasts were still fully covered and undisturbed, and I knew her bra had all it could handle to keep her tits their upright and locked position. She was now fighting toward an intense orgasm. She was so worked up that I didn't know if she could be relieved. If an intense climax overcame her, I wondered if I should let her rest or keep tickling her until she begged me to stop?

Just then, she screamed and heaved, her hips bucked as her clit searched for my fingers. I stopped tickling and took her clit bud, still covered by her blue silk panties, between my thumb and forefinger. I squeezed it gently with one hand while tapping its tip with my other fingers. She had climaxed but each tap produced a gasp and a bit more release.

Finally, she exhaled deeply and opened her eyes.

Still holding her clit between my fingers, I asked, "Feeling better?"

Mrs. Nicholson let her head fall back, breathing deeply, and offering no resistance. I stood and unbuckled my trousers. She didn't bother to watch as I undressed. Her eyes were staring at the ceiling in a blank gaze as my hard cock got ready to finish the job.

But first, I spread legs wide and pulled down her blue panties. Her enlarged clit was flanked by puffy lips and folds of her pussy. When she felt my tongue touch her, Mrs. Nicholson relaxed and spread wide. Just three or four laps with my tongue had ...