Having had his fill of exploring, Michael’s gaze shifted back to the area he regretted not seeing more clearly last time—Betty’s lower body.
Last time, Michael had only touched Betty’s vagina through her sleepwear without actually seeing it. Given the perfect opportunity now, he probably wouldn’t let it slip away again.
Standing by the bed, Michael used his height to his advantage. With just a slight shift of his feet, he could easily reach different parts of Betty’s body. He adjusted his stance, positioning his hands for better access to her lower half.
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Once he was set, Michael reached toward Betty’s groin. First, he touched her vagina over her sleep pants, feeling the outline through the fabric.
Noticing that Betty showed no reaction, Michael continued to touch her more assertively, still through her sleep pants, as if trying to feel the contours of her vagina. Despite being deep in sleep, Betty’s breathing became slightly rapid under Michael’s caresses, and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.
After a while, feeling confident that Betty wouldn’t wake up, Michael withdrew his hand and then hooked his fingers around the waistband of her sleep pants, slowly pulling them down.
Sitting in front of my computer, I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. My focus was solely on the screen, nervously watching what had happened before I got home.
As Michael’s hands slowly moved downward, pulling Betty’s sleep pants along, her hip bones gradually became visible, followed by the pubic hair around her groin.
Michael was careful and slow in his actions, his breathing growing more rapid with excitement, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Despite his excitement and nervousness, he remained composed, knowing that rushing could spoil everything.
Just then, Betty suddenly clenched her legs together and began to shake her head from side to side, as if she might wake up. This slight movement startled Michael considerably.
He quickly withdrew his hands and crouched down, curling up on the floor so that his silhouette disappeared from the bedside, out of Betty’s line of sight.
But Betty didn’t wake up; she just puckered her lips a few times, mumbled a few words in her sleep, and then turned to lie on her side.
Michael, crouching on the floor, trembled slightly. He didn’t dare to move, and I could sense his fear.
For safety, Michael stayed crouched on the floor for a full ten minutes. He then cautiously lifted his head to sneak a peek at Betty on the bed.
Seeing that she hadn’t woken up and was just normally turning over, he breathed a sigh of relief. Betty had turned to lie on her side facing inward, her back and buttocks towards the edge of the bed, right where Michael was positioned.
When Michael saw Betty’s rounded, full buttocks, his eyes lit up slightly. He slowly stood up, then leaned over the bed, using his hands to steady himself as he stealthily glanced at Betty’s face.
Seeing her still in peaceful sleep, Michael silently patted his chest and took a deep breath, reminding himself of his still youthful nerves.
Under normal circumstances, Michael would probably "clean up the battlefield" and then hurry back to his room to sleep, especially since the last time Betty moved slightly, it had frightened him enough to not take any further risks.
I underestimated Michael’s determination this time. He took a deep, silent breath, calming the nerves bubbling inside him.
Once he felt more composed, Michael cautiously reached out his hands again. This time, his focus wasn’t on Betty’s breasts or vagina, but on her buttocks. His hands caressed Betty’s plump cheeks, his face lit up with excitement and bliss.
Michael’s desire, which had momentarily subsided, surged back stronger, emboldening him. After fondling for a bit, he stopped his hands and then hooked his fingers around the edge of Betty’s pajama bottoms, attempting once more to pull them down.
Betty’s side-lying position reduced the contact area with the bed, making it easier to remove her pajamas than when she was lying on her back.
Learning from his previous attempts, Michael was extra cautious. He gently tugged at Betty’s pajamas while intently watching her face, fearful she might wake up again.
As time ticked by, I watched on the video as Betty’s pajamas and underwear were slowly pulled down by Michael.
First her snowy white waist, followed by her buttocks, and then her groin, until Michael felt his hands could pull no further. He kept his gaze fixed on Betty’s face the whole time, not daring to look at his hands until he couldn’t pull any further.
Only then did he slowly shift his gaze back to the area he had been working on—Betty’s buttocks.
The sight took him by surprise. Michael’s eyes bulged with shock and excitement when he saw the results of his efforts.
Betty’s pajamas and underwear were now down to the tops of her thighs, revealing her full, round buttocks under the enchanting night light, glowing with a pristine whiteness. Between those two white cheeks was a deep crevice, dark and inscrutable due to the lack of light.
Michael greedily surveyed Betty’s buttocks, his eyes captivated by the pure, natural "artwork" before him, unable to focus on anything else.
Suddenly, in his excitement, Michael dove forward and planted a kiss on Betty’s buttocks, emitting a crisp kissing sound. Perhaps a bit too forcefully, a faint red mark seemed to linger on her skin.
That fierce kiss didn’t wake Betty.
Michael licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste on Betty’s buttocks. He then dove in again, this time much gentler, not just planting a kiss but sweeping his tongue and lips back and forth across Betty’s buttocks, leaving trails of saliva. Meanwhile, one hand ventured between her cheeks, seemingly searching for her vaginal opening.
"Uh..." Despite Michael’s fervent ministrations with his tongue, lips, and fingers, Betty merely moaned softly in her sleep, perhaps mistaking the sensation for a vivid dream.
Her moan didn’t disturb Michael, who seemed completely overtaken by his lust, his mind clouded with desire. Perhaps nothing could stop him from claiming Betty tonight.
Michael’s tongue slowly began to explore from Betty’s buttocks toward the crevice of her groin, as he withdrew his hands.