So here's one I dashed off one day (quite some time ago) in a posting on Literotica:

Kissed

To her surprise, his kissing her didn't stop at her lips. A trail of kisses was laid down as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He sucked gently at the hollow of her throat. His tongue caressed the line of her collarbone. It flickered through the valley between her breasts. He planted a garden of hot, moist spots across her tummy; small blooms that made her pussy tingle.

She leaned back against the wall as her legs began to tremble.

Kneeling before her, he lifted her short skirt. She heard him inhale deeply of her musky scent, then felt his tongue caress her rapidly dampening pussy through her panties. The sudden coolness as he eased her panties down to her ankles made her gasp. His mouth followed her panties down her inner thigh, paused for a suck behind her knee. She lifted her foot and dropped her panties free of one leg as her knees began involuntarily parting for him.

Her breath quickened as her arousal increased. Her pussy was flowing freely now, and he'd barely touched it. There had been just that brief moment of promise as he removed her underclothes. His slow return towards her center by way of her other leg was maddening. She wanted his face against her sex at the same time that she didn't want the teasing to come to an end. Her skin felt electric, hypersensitive. The trembling in her legs was threatening to make her fall, and only her desire for more was keeping her upright so that he would continue.

The tip of his tongue just barely traced the outline of her lips and thigh—its touch so light that she was unsure of its presence before it was gone. She shuddered, and the feel of her bare ass pressing against the cold, rough brick of the wall became an addition to her sensation. She couldn't understand why he'd stopped. She was intensely curious, but dared not open her eyes to look. She could feel her inner lips part and open, her clit throbbing and hard. The cool night air raised goose bumps on her thighs as it blew across her wetness.

Her hips bucked violently as his tongue swirled once—incredibly quickly—over her engorged clit and then… was gone once again. This time she cried out, the sound forced from her by the sudden hot contact of the tip of his tongue being replaced by the cool night air once again. Her skin was becoming flushed and hot. She knew that anyone observing her would see that she was red from chest to belly, an arousal blush that was a sure sign she was beyond horny and now merely a wanton thing, wanting more.

She felt his breath again on her pussy, warm and caressing. She wanted to pull his head hard against herself. To grind herself against his face… to shudder and scream and cum… to beg him to lick her, suck her, fuck her with his tongue…

The tip of his tongue dipped into the wetness of her slit, parting her lips further. Its utter gentleness and softness was another surprise and brought her out of her head and to an intense focus on the sensations between her legs. He lapped at her juices and she could hear him swallow and come immediately back for more. She was flowing copiously, and even his drinking of her was not preventing small droplets from running down her thighs.

Her legs suddenly buckled, but he didn't let her fall. His strong hands immediately supported her by her hips, allowing her to slide down against the low wall into the grass. His face never left her, and as she relaxed again he began to lick her firmly from vagina towards her clit, over and over, yet somehow managing to avoid giving her clit that extra attention she wanted.

Her breathing was ragged now. Panting. Shallow. She became aware that she was making little squeaks—little breath noises that she couldn't control. She twisted her hips against his lips and tongue, trying to force contact with her clit, but he stayed just out of reach, somehow evading her twisting and even her thrusting against him.

Now she did beg, incoherently, totally unashamed to be so transparent in wanting release. Her nectar ran freely down her crack to the grass. Her fingers dug deeply into the turf. Her erect nipples were like two points of fire burning brightly in the cool, dark night and her breasts felt turgid and heavy. She could feel every blade of grass, every tiny cold droplet of dew, every slight motion of air across those portions of her body exposed. And still his mouth avoided her clit…

She felt hung in a void, weightless. All her senses contracted to a point of pure energy between her thighs. A quivering, reflective, expanding pool of sexual desire, filled to the top—yet somehow not able to spill over into orgasm. It seemed time itself would stop—had stopped. She didn't think she could stand any more, that she would somehow fly apart and be lost. His lips moved, his tongue caressed. He sucked her hard button between his lips and, pressing with his tongue, swirled it over her. He sucked quite hard, moving her swollen, tender, hungry bud back and forth between his lips, pressing his face tightly against her.

She jerked her legs up, clamped his head tightly between her thighs, and for the first time, used her hands to force his head against her as she raised her hips. She felt his fingers clench her ass tightly as he helped hold her against his lips and tongue. She moaned and shuddered and cried as her orgasm raced through her. The pool of her desire brightened and flowed and surged as it escaped, exploding outward through her until she knew she must have dazzled and lit up the night. Her body sagged back, spent, and for a brief time she was gone, vanished to a mere pinprick of satiated consciousness.

As she came back to herself, she became aware that she could no longer feel him. The cool night breeze continued to caress her body. She could hear the crickets and an occasional night bird. Trembling, she managed to force herself to a more sitting position and dared open her eyes.

There was no one.

Although the bright starlight provided plenty of light with which to see, there was no one in the meadow. No trail of trampled grass. No footprints to lead her back to him. She smiled to herself, gathered up her panties, adjusted and refastened her rumpled clothing, and went home.