“Gods, baby, you could wear a different pair for me to kiss every night we’re here.”
So Allara did. Sometimes Brand laid her on the bed and knelt on the floor, as he had the first night of their Tasting Week to “kiss her panties.” Sometimes he lay on the bed himself and had her straddle his mouth. And sometimes, he put her in the swinging chair on the balcony and kissed them there.
This was especially pleasurable for Allara—she loved lying back in the chair with her thighs spread and the big Kindred between them, as the soft golden-pink rays of the sunset bathed her body and her husband bathed her pussy with his tongue.
Of course, Brand always started out kissing the fabric of her panties first, but he soon found his way around the tiny strings or into the slits that gave him free access to her pussy and once he got in to where he wanted to be, he seldom stopped before Allara had come two or three times.
On their last night there, she found the skimpiest pair of panties yet, hiding in the corner of her carry-all case. They were simply a black lace waistband with a string of pearls attached to it.
When Allara slipped this particular pair of panties on, the pearls nestled naturally against the slit of her pussy lips, hiding almost nothing. She was about to take them off again—it was their last night and they had a state dinner to attend—she didn’t want to wear such naughty underwear to an official function—when Brand came in and caught a glimpse of them.
“Gods, baby, those are fucking hot,” he growled, eyeing the panties. “Love the way those pearls looks so creamy against the chocolate-caramel color of your skin.”
Allara bit her lip.
“I was going to change before we go down to supper with the Prime Minister. But…do you wish me to wear them, husband?”
“Hell, yes—wear them, baby,” he growled softly. “Can’t wait to kiss them when we come back here after dessert.”
“Yes, husband,” Allara murmured submissively, her heart beating hard. She had slipped into a silky red gown which looked wonderful with her skin tones and they had gone down to dinner.
But she found, when she got seated, that the creamy pearls somehow found their way between her pussy lips and ended up right against her clit. And once they touched her inner pussy, it was almost as though her wetness activated them, because they began to vibrate.
“Oh!” Allara gasped, sitting suddenly upright in her chair as the pearls teased her.
“What is it, baby?” Brand looked at her with concern and the Darden Prime Minister asked if something had bitten her.
“Darden Three is a paradise but we do have a few biting insects,” he said, shaking his head.
“Um, yes.” Allara nodded, not sure what else to say and grateful for an excuse. “Yes, I was…was bitten. But I feel better now,” she added quickly. “Thank you for your concern.”
The Prime Minister nodded, clearly thinking no more of it, but Brand was harder to fool. He looked at her, one eyebrow raised, but Allara only shook her head. They were in public, so there was no way to tell him that the pearl panties had somehow come to life and were, even now, quietly buzzing her most sensitive areas under the table.
It was the longest dinner Allara could ever remember enduring in her life. She tried hard not to shift in her seat too much, but the vibrating pearls were driving her nearly crazy. They didn’t stay in one place but slipped from side to side, first teasing one side of her sensitive clit and then the other but never quite letting her come. By the time the dessert course had been cleared away, she felt like she was going to go mad if they didn’t get up to their room soon.
The Prime Minister very courteously asked if they would like an after-dinner drink. But Brand shook his head.
“I’m afraid my wife is looking tired, Prime Minister. We had a long day k’per-back riding.”
“Well then, go and get some rest.” The Darden Prime Minister smiled kindly. “And enjoy your last night here on Darden Three together.”
As it was the custom for the highest-ranking person to leave first, he rose and nodded graciously at them before he left. The other guests left one by one, leaving Allara and Brand alone at last. The minute everyone was gone, Allara grabbed for her husband.
“Husband,” she gasped. “These panties. They are teasing me! Teasing my forbidden areas! I cannot bear it much more.”
Brand raised his eyebrows.
“I thought something must be going on. You’ve been shifting around like you had ants in your pants all through dinner.”
“That is because they have been teasing me all through dinner,” Allara gasped. “Please, husband—let us go up to our room so that you can ‘kiss my panties.’ I need to come.”
“Mmmm…” His eyes were suddenly half-lidded. “Why don’t I kiss them right here, baby?”
“Here?” Allara looked around the state dining room, which was empty except for them, now that the Prime Minister and all the important guests had gone. “But…but we are in public, husband.”
“Not really—we have the room all to ourselves,” he pointed out. “Come on, baby—you look like you can’t wait. Let me go down on you, right here, under the table. I’ll make you come at least once to take the edge off. Then we can go back up to the room and you can sit on my face so I can ‘kiss your panties’ some more.”
Though Allara had never dreamed of doing anything so intimate in such a public area, she found herself nodding in agreement.
“Yes, husband,” she whispered. “But…only this once.”
“Whatever you say, baby.” He was already sliding under the table as he spoke and Allara thought that it was a very good thing the state dining table was quite high—otherwise he would never have fit. Then Brand ducked under the long white tablecloth and pushed up her dress to get to her pussy and her thoughts became fuzzy.
“Mmm,” she heard him say. “Gods, baby, I think I can see the problem. These little vibro-pearls have made your pussy all hot and swollen. Just need to lick it and kiss it better.”
And then she felt him diving between her thighs and splitting her legs wide with his broad shoulders as he pressed his hot mouth to her tender, aching cunt.
Allara’s pleasure was already beginning to climb when a whole bevy of servants came in and started to clear the table. She stiffened at once, gasping quietly as they started whisking away used silverware, cups, and tableware efficiently, not even looking at her.
“Madam,” said one, who appeared to be the head servant. “Are you well? Do you require more time to finish your dinner?”
“N-yes!” Allara gasped, not sure what else to say. “I will…will sit here a moment longer while I…”
She bit her lip—under the table, she could feel Brand lapping at the right side of her clit while the pearls buzzed the left side. At the same time, the big Kindred was filling her pussy with two thick fingers.
“While I finish,” she got out at last.
“Very good, madam,” the servant replied and continued clearing the table.
Meanwhile, Brand—who must have heard the conversation—kept on licking her under the tablecloth.
Oh, why won’t he stop? Does he not understand there are others here? Allara wondered distractedly. But Brand showed no signs of stopping. If anything, he intensified his attack, thrusting deeper and deeper into her pussy with his long fingers and lapping her clit mercilessly until at last an orgasm so intense that it hit Allara like a thunderstorm and rocked her entire body.