I sense that you are looking back over your shoulder, following my actions with your eyes, and I grin in delight as you arch your back and poke your bottom towards me.<br/><br/>As I kneel behind you, I lift each foot in turn; slip your knickers over your pumps, and replace your feet on the tiles on either side of my knees.  I slide my hands up your calves, behind your knees, over your thighs and buttocks to stroke your waist and hips.<br/><br/>My face is just inches from your exposed vulva; from this position it would appear that all your body hair has been removed.   I’m sure that you can feel the cool breeze of my breath teasing your bottom.<br/><br/>I breathe deeply to inhale your scent, to draw in your glorious female odour.  The warm evening breeze caresses your body and brushes over your curves while I savour your perfume.  I study the intimate details of the engorged folds of your sex so beautifully presented to my gaze.  The delicate pouting folds of the inner lips, their edges lightly tinted, a hint of soft pink gleaming damply between, the clitoral bud just peaking from beneath its hood.<br/><br/>I extend the point of my tongue and dance it lightly along the edge of your lips to taste you.