The Poolside Question I Was Not Expecting Part 12Saturday MorningI woke up with the sun starting to brighten our bedroom and Jeannie still snuggled in my arms. I slipped out of the bed to pull the curtains to darken the room and to order breakfast from room service. I eased back in bed with my young beautiful lover to wait on our breakfast to be delivered.Jeannie woke up enough to snuggle back against my side and laid her head in my chest. I stroked her hair and unbraided it from last night’s french braids. She nuzzled tightly against my bare breast and very lightly began to place tiny kisses. She only moved her head a couple of inches and her next kiss grazed against my nipple. Without ever opening her eyes, the next kiss covered my nipple and she sucked it between her lips. In an amazingly sensual, but at the same time almost non-sexual way, she began to suckle my breast like a newborn. I have never breastfed anyone, but I can only image that if I did, it would bring the joy I was feeling now. Her nuzzling and suckling continued like she was starving. I rolled slightly and Jeannie switched to my other breast, latching on and sucking it hard too. After a few minutes, I sat up in the bed and had her lay across my lap. She curled into a tight fetal position and I again offered her my nipple as I cradled her head with one arm and stroked the fingers of my other hand over her skin. Her eyes opened slowly and as she released one breast to move her mouth to the other she whispered, “Good Morning, Aunt Misty. I love sucking your nipples so much.””I love this too, Dirty Little Girl, but I love every way you touch my body too,” I replied. “I am going to yoga in a little while, would you like to join me?” I asked. “And breakfast is on the way up. I got you a latte too.””Thank you, a latte will be great this morning. And I think I will skip yoga, but I feel like going for a run.” she answered. “What else are we doing today?””We have massages here at 10:00 and we can have either a pool side or beach cabana for the afternoon. Then we have dinner reservations at 7:30,” I laid out our day.When room service arrived, I wrapped in a short robe, slipped on white marabou kitten-heel slippers and went to let them in. With last night’s dinner dishes removed and breakfast set for us, I delivered Jeannie’s coffee to the bedroom where she had already slipped a sports bra and very short running shorts on. She was brushing her hair and as I handed her the latte, she asked, “Would you mind putting my hair in pigtails like you used to? If I am going to be your Dirty Little Girl, I want to look like a little girl for you,” she said with a sly grin.Just like I had done many times for her gymnastic meets, I parted her hair and formed two pigtails high on her head. Then I braided each of them. She bedava bahis handed me two pink hair ribbons with which I secured each braid. This simple change in hairstyle erased at least four or five years from my beautiful eighteen year old lover and it totally took me back to when we first met.I changed into my yoga outfit as she ate breakfast. Once dressed, I delivered Jeannie’s old running shoes to her, leaving the new pair we bought the day before in the closet. Sitting on the floor at her feet I massaged her feet and said, “I have some requests, and I will explain them to you when you get back from your run, OK?” She nodded. “Please wear your old shoes for me today for your run.”She said, “OK.””Meet me back here by 9:00, and if you get here first, don’t take off your running clothes and don’t take off your shoes, OK?” I asked.”Yes Ma’am,” she answered.”Good girl, thank you,” I replied and I then kissed and gently sucked each of her toes before sliding them into her running shoes.We walked hand in hand across the hall to the elevator and until a couple joined us in the elevator on the third floor, we cuddled and kissed. On the ground floor she walked with me to the spa and we kissed long and slow before she headed off for her run. I got to the yoga room in time to get my usual back row spot and as the others in the class filed in I took inventory of all of the beautiful pampered feet and toes. The next 45 minutes were filled with invigorating moving meditation while my mind was filled with fantasies of worshipping all sixteen feet and all eighty toes in the room at the same time. My foot fetish was in full blaze by the end of the class and I knew Jeannie’s feet were soon going to be in my mouth again. With perfect timing, while I was waiting for the elevator, Jeannie came back from her run and greeted me with a long sweet kiss. She was glistening with perspiration and both her sports bra and her shorts were almost completely soaked in sweat. I had worked up a good sweat as well and my shirt had large wet spots under my arms. The effort of yoga plus the excitement of my fantasy resulted in a large wet spot between my legs too. Housekeeping was just leaving the suite when we got back to it and once inside, I slipped off my shirt. Standing face to face we embraced, our sweaty bodies pressed tightly together. Exploring one another with our hands, we kissed deeply. “May I show you why I had the requests before your run?” I asked.”Yes, Ma’am. I am so curious,” she answered. “What do I do?””All you have to do is stop me if you are not enjoying,” I answered. She nodded. I ran my hands up her sides from her hips and continued up lifting her arms over her head. She held them there as I kissed slowly from her neck down across her shoulder. Her skin bedava bonus was deliciously salty from her workout. As I moved closer and closer to her smooth armpit, her slightly sweet, slightly musky scent grew stronger and stronger. Breathing in deeply, I touched my nose to wetness of her underarm. She moaned gently and I continued to breath in the intoxicating aroma of my young lover. I lowered my nose all the way to the top of her sports bra, then extending my tongue against her skin, I slowly d**g my flat tongue from there all the way through her wet armpit and half way to her elbow. She shivered slightly and moaned, “Oh my God, that is so sexy.” She leaned down to sniff her other armpit as I continued my tongue bath. “Ohhh…that feels so good.” Relieved that she was ready to share in my fetish, I repeated my long slow strokes with my tongue deeply savoring the scent and the taste of her sweaty armpit. Changing sides, I gave Jeannie’s other smooth, wet, aromatic armpit a series of long slow licks all the while savoring her scent. I slid her sports bra off over her head and guided her running shorts down to her ankles where she stepped out of them. Now wearing only her white thong panties and running shoes, I sat her on the edge of the sofa. Kissing first her tiny nipples, she laid back quickly and began to squirm under the attention of my lips. Kissing slowly down her perfectly toned tummy, I pressed her thighs apart and continued my kisses there as well. The feeling of the sweat soaked fabric of her panties was amazing but paled in comparison to her scent. Indescribable in its complexity, but perfectly raw and primal at the same time. I buried my nose hard against her panties, pressing them tightly against her now wet pussy. I breathed in deeply again and again, losing myself in every detail. Reaching to her hips I gripped the sides of her panties and she raised her ass slightly to allow me to slip them off. I sniffed them deeply several times and then rolling them in a ball with the most deliciously wet crotch exposed, I pressed them up to Jeannie’s nose. She breathed in deeply and then to my surprise, took them from my hand and continued to sniff and lick them softly.Now for the main course, I untied one of her well worn running shoes and before I slipped it from her tiny foot, I pressed my lips to the spot where her delicate ankle met the top of her perfect foot. Then as I her shoe slid off her foot my lips and tongue followed down the top of her foot. The scent was very strong but so perfect. I raised her shoe to my nose and lost myself in the joy of sniffing it again and again. I raised her now bare foot and leaned in to press its moist sole firmly against my face. Lips and tongue repeatedly kissed, licked and caressed the perfection deneme bonusu that was her foot. All the while the aroma was intensifying the pleasure of worshipping the tiny delicious feet. Jeannie was lost in the attention as well as the enjoyment of her own wet panties and began to roll one of her nipples between her thumb and fingers. The other hand traced a path down her stomach and two of her fingers disappeared in to the warm wetness of her tiny pussy. I continued my sweaty foot worship with Jeannie’s other foot, sucking her moist toes and drinking in the scent of her feet. She began to moan as her fingers stoked into her wetness and I could not resist burying my face against her pussy too. She moved her fingers aside and gripped my head forcing my tongue into her. Her hips raised to meet my tongue as she shuttered and began her release. Her orgasm came and went quickly but the intensity was high with her hips pumping against my face as she held my face to her pussy. She recovered quickly and pressing her wet panties to my face said, “I want to do you now.” She removed my sports bra and my yoga pants and I sat on the sofa. She raised my arms over my head and at first tentatively sniffed near my armpit, which was originally moist from the yoga class, but was now dripping in sweat from our lovemaking as well. Closer and closer she sniffed until finally she buried her nose deeply into my armpit. Her nose, lips and tongue caressed and cleaned the perspiration from under my arm. When she finally came up for a quick breath of air, she said, “Oh my God, Aunt Misty, I love this to too!” She moved to the other side and continued her sensuous tongue bath of my sweaty armpit. I could no longer wait for her to be touching my pussy and guided her fingers between my labia as she continued worshiping my sweaty body.I am not a fan of having my pussy stretched, normally, but today I was so filled with deep primal desire that I knew I wanted her hand inside me at some point of our growing relationship. But for now with our massages starting soon I knew that would have to wait. I ground my hips up against her hand as she worshiped my sweaty body and in a few minutes I felt the warmth pouring over me as I orgasmed. I held her sweaty body against mine as we recovered a bit that then said, “Come with me Dirty Little Girl, we need to shower before our massages,” I gathered our clothes and as I picked up her running shoes, I took another long deep sniff of each of them. “I know how you can thank Uncle John, Babygirl. What would you think about giving him these shoes when we get home?””Do you think he would like them?” she asked.”I know he would love them,” I replied.”Do you want to take them to him for me?” she asked with a quizzical look on her face, “Or should I give them to him in person?””Most definitely in person, if you are ok with that,” I answered.”Ok, will you help me decide when and how to give them to him? Please?” she asked.”That would be my pleasure, now get in the shower Dirty Little Girl,” I said leading her to the bathroom.