One of my favourite fantasies is helping a woman adjust the seam in
her stockings. This is how it panned out one day! (The seamed stocking
part was intended, the rest, well...)

I like to think of the feel of the sheer fabric in my hands as I
caress her legs, lightly at first; tracing the seams and the shapes of
her muscles with my fingers. Gradually, the pressure of my hands
increases; smoothing, pulling and pushing the silky fabric against her
smooth skin; massaging her calves before moving slowly upwards to her
thighs.

By this time I am becoming very aware of her crotch, not six inches
from my face. It seems to radiate a heat, almost like an aroma, that
draws me forward. Pressing my forehead against her buttocks I bury my
nose in the gusset of her panties; breathing in the warmth/aroma. My
hands, now slowly caressing the insides of her thighs, start to grip
more firmly on their down strokes; as if to part those hidden lips and
let forth more warmth, more heady scent.

Finally, almost forgetting my job, I look down from my position and
ensure the seams are vertical. Finished, I take my reward.

Lowering my head further I lick, nuzzle and nip my way up the inside
of each thigh; leaving a cooling trail of saliva on the stockings.
Contorted into an almost painful position I try to wipe my face into
her crotch; grabbing at her panties with my lips, trying to pull them
down (or aside) without pulling on any pubes.

Success! Her puffed and moistly parted lips are beckoning above me.
Twisting around further I brush my nose between those lips; breathing
deeply of the fragrance. Next, my lips grasping hers in an embrace, my
tongue slides along and between those wonderful morsels of woman;
tasting her most secret and desirable juices.

Groaning, she widens her stance and grips my hair; pulling me into
her, mashing my face against her crotch. "Ooh," she moans "this is
going to be a gusher." Rolling over now, so I'm on my knees, face up
and leaning over backwards; I hardly miss a beat. Once in position I
start to pick up speed, my lips pulling at her flaps whilst my tongue
alternates between stroking her clit and plunging deep into her slick
chasm.

Suddenly she tenses, gripping me to her with a wrench that almost
knocks us over. With a low growl, gradually rising in pitch, she
starts cumming. With her hands now on her knees, supporting her, my
head falls free. Just in time to see her lips splay wide and I can
see, briefly, deep inside her before her contractions close that
lustful portal. Also not before I saw the impending flood, as I caught
a glimpse of a warm, wet and watery place; and I was below that water.

Slowly at first, almost shyly, her juices began to seep from between
her lips; now seemingly closed and quiescent. This they were not as I
found out when I once again sent forth my tongue to forage in that
heavenly grove. Carefully positioned, so that as my mouth enclosed
entirely her swollen vulva, my tongue first contacted her trembling
lips like a spark of electricity.

With a grunt, her lips spasmed open, dumping a wet gush of cum in my
hungry mouth. Swirling my tongue about in her creamy mess, rubbing my
upper lip and nose into her pubic bone; I was in heaven - and so was
she! I could feel her trembling thighs with my ears as I continued to
lick and suck at every precious drop.

Now, she was weakly pushing at my forehead with one hand whilst still
using the other for support. As I kept at her, wanting to feel those
vaginal muscles clench around my tongue, her pushes became more
frantic; without increasing in strength.

With her thighs now clamping against my ears I couldn't hear her
urgency; not clearly anyway. I just thought she was 'overcum' and I
didn't want to miss out on my bit of pleasure. (Greedy, huh!) All the
warnings were there, I just missed them, or chose to ignore them.
Anyway, I could tell she was weakening; she no longer pushed me away,
so I renewed my oral assault. I could tell she was getting close, her
legs parted again and her vulva puffed out more provocatively. Burying
my face deeper inside her I began long tongue strokes from the very
rear of her opening, down deep inside her then out and up to her
clitoris; where I'd finish with a swirl and a suck.

In between this I would 'french kiss' her slit; mouthing her vulva and
sending my tongue slithering into her depths or sucking her lips into
my mouth one at a time and/or both together. It was whilst I had her
firmly in my mouth that she began to shudder and, once again, push
feebly at my head.

Seizing my opportunity, I lifted my hands to her groin, spreading her
wide open before me. Mouth wide, I clamped onto her pulsing flesh, my
tongue probing her depths; waiting for liquid nectar. "No" she moaned,
but I was not to be denied. Sucking and licking with all that was in
me, I felt her go over. My tongue, so frantic in its motions a moment
ago, slackened and gloried in the wet, warm pulsations that engulfed
it. Still greedily suckling at her hole, my mouth was rewarded with
its second gush of fluid.

Not wanting to miss a drop, my tongue now joined in the action,
shoveling the remaining essence into my greedy mouth. To busy in my
bliss, I failed to notice the unusual slackness in her legs; a
wateriness that was unusual. "Oooohh, nnnoooo!" she groaned, a deep
quiver in her voice, as her knees sagged and her body dropped six
inches; mashing her sopping hole further onto my face.

Intending to quickly finish and extricate myself to a more comfortable
position, I was delivering the last few sucks and strokes when a
strong burst of warmth gushed into my mouth; forcing its way down my
throat. Surprised, my first reaction was to keep sucking at this
incredible load of cum.

Gulping it down in mouthfuls I dimly realized that this couldn't be
cum, not this much. It was warmer, saltier and gushed out with more
force than any bloke I'd known or seen, let alone any woman! Oh, but
it felt divine! It was so warm; it sprayed down hard against my
tongue, massaging it and into my throat, forcing me to swallow it; and
still some ran warm and wet down my chin, onto my chest and shoulders.

I couldn't believe it, but I gulped at every drop; sucking for more
when the stream ran dry, licking at her depths for every precious
trace of that heady draught. Collapsing slowly beneath her I looked up
past her glistening, gaping hole into her eyes. She was as
embarrassed/turned on/freaked out by what had just happened as I was.