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"Ohhhh, John, that was beautiful. So how's your day
now? Still having a 'bad day'?" I giggle.
"I'm having a wonderful day," you murmur gently, a soft breathiness
coloring your voice.
"Wait till you see what kind of NIGHT you're going to have!" I taunt,
giggling again.
"UH oh," you smile in response.
"Oh dear!" I sigh. "I forgot. I brought home some work I have to read
before tomorrow. Why don't I clean up this stuff from dinner, and I'll get
started on that work. You could go relax, read the paper, or take a shower
or something. Sorry love, it's just a few hours of reading. I'll make it
up to you later if you are patient."
You sigh as well, but smile when you detect the mischievous sparkle in my
eyes. "The nite is not yet over," you think to yourself.
I begin to pick up my clothes in preparation to dress, and feel your hand
on my arm. "No honey, don't put those back on. Go put on that red and
black thing, you know, the one with the black lace trim and those little
red ties down the front."
"John, my work......" I whisper, an anxious look on my face.
"I promise to leave you alone until your work is done. YOU let me know
when you are ready to play. I'm going to take a shower now and then I'll
read the paper or watch TV till you finish."
After you shower, you come into the living room looking for me. Your eyes
travel around the room until you see me reclining on the couch. I'm
unaware of your presence in the doorway and this gives you a moment to
look at me.
I did put on the red teddy with the black lace trim. It's bright red like
the dress I had on earlier and has black lace around the french cut legs,
and where it dips down to a V in the front just below my waist. It's
almost tied closed with the three little red ties in the front. From where
you are standing, you can see the gentle swell of my breasts above the
black lace, as I breathe steadily, intent on my reading. The notebook I'm
holding is resting on my stomach just below my breasts, and I'm slowly
turning the pages as I read. You enjoy watching the subtle movement of my
breasts as I lift my arm to turn the page.
The light above my head shines on my hair which is flowing freely on the
pillow and around my shoulders. You walk over and kneel beside me on the
floor and gently lift a curl which is resting on my upper chest. I feel
the hair on the back of your hand barely brush against my skin. I sigh and
turn my face towards you. You are twirling the golden curl in your fingers
now, feeling its silkiness. I watch your face as your eyes travel the
length of my body, enjoying how I feel as I see you look at me. Your
finger lightly traces a pattern down the line of skin showing between the
ties, and then around the lace at the top of my legs, until you can touch
the wisps of hair framing the lace on either side of my teddy.
"How much reading do you have, honey?" you ask with barely concealed
impatience.
"About a half hour more. Maybe a little less if I can concentrate. It's
hard to think when I'm wearing this thing!!" I laugh. "All I can think
about is when you are going to take it off me."
"No honey," you say. "I'm going to let you read. I'll wait till you
finish." You walk away and settle in a chair nearby, rustling the
newspaper as you bury yourself behind it.
I look at you for a moment, sitting there behind that newspaper. All I can
see are your legs, and I think about having them wrapped around me when
you are deep inside me. I sigh and turn back to my reading.
I'm so intent on my reading, I don't hear you get up and go into the
kitchen. But when you return, you stop by the couch again, and ask me,
"Want a bite of ice cream?"
"In a minute. Let me finish this page."
You settle back in your chair with a slightly disdainful look on your
face. "What a NIGHT I'm gonna have?" you question. "Newspapers, tv, ice
cream!" You set the ice cream down a bit too loudly on the table next to
you and pick up the paper again, and rustle it loudly as well, trying to
convey your impatience to me.
I smile as I close the notebook and silently cross the room and kneel down
in front of you. I lightly trail my fingernails from your ankles to your
knees, parting your legs slightly until I can rest between them. Peeking
under the newspaper, I smile up at you sweetly and say pleadingly,
"John, I want my ice cream now!"
You drop the paper to the floor and pick up the bowl and spoon a big bite
of ice cream and hold it out in front of me, until I open my mouth to take
it. But the ice cream is melting fast and some runs down my chin and drops
on your stomach, and you flinch when the coldness hits you. You laugh as
you wipe the ice cream off my chin with your fingers. I grab your hand and
slowly lick each finger, up and down, seeking the sweetness of the ice
cream with the tip of my tongue, and then circling your palm until the
stickiness is all gone, looking at you suggestively while I do this.
Then I look at the ice cream on your stomach, which is starting to drip
down towards the waistband of your shorts. I lick it up with just the tip
of my tongue, and then move my tongue delicately across your waist until I
feel you squirm just a little. I lick my way up the center of your stomach
and then over to each of your nipples, swirling my tongue around until
they become hard. Then I sit back a bit and ask, "Are you getting
impatient over here love?"
"Hmmph" you groan. "There is a limit to my patience, DARLING!"
My hands are idly stroking your sides, moving across your upper chest,
down the center of your stomach. My stomach is resting against your lap. I
can feel the evidence of your desire beginning to stir and press against
my body, feeling your heat through the thin satin fabric.
"Just 10 more minutes, love, I promise."
"Oh you! You wench! You tease! Just for that!!" You tug gently on the
first tie, which loosens quickly and easily, knowing full well the effect
this gesture will have on me, as I feel the fabric release its hold on my
breasts. My nipples grow taut and press against the wisp of clothing yet
covering me, seeking freedom and your touch.
You smile teasingly and whisper huskily, "Back to your reading DARLING. I
couldn't think of interrupting for the next 10 minutes!"
Now its my turn to mumble and sigh! "Hmph!" We both know that this playful
game of taunting and teasing is only intensifying and mounting our
anticipation and excitement.
When I return to the couch, with my back to you, I slowly and deliberately
bend down to punch my pillow just so, and pick up my notebook, knowing
full well that you are watching every movement. I can almost feel your
loving caress as your gaze moves down my back, follows the curve of my
hip, and rests on my scantily clad bottom, before I turn and open my
notebook and settle down once again.
I lay with my knees bent, one resting against the back of the couch, and
the other idly moving up and down, again absorbed in my reading and
totally unaware of the effect my unconscious movement is having on you.
The teddy is cut high above the legs, and each time I swing my leg
outward, you catch a fleeting glimpse of my golden hair framed against the
narrow strip of black lace running between my legs.
I try to concentrate for about five minutes, but my thoughts are wandering
and are no longer on the words on the page. I sigh, and let the book drop
to the floor and close my eyes a moment, savoring the feel of
anticipation. Unconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, I touch my
fingertips to my neck, and stroke along my collarbone, turning my face to
one side. As my hand moves down over my shoulders, I spread my fingers and
trace light patterns, moving lower, till my hand comes to rest on my left
breast, and I massage until the nipple is hard in my palm. I sigh, open my
eyes, and am startled when I notice you watching me with an intensity that
bespeaks your own excitement.
I move as if to get up, embarassed, but you cross the room to me, speaking
gently in a whisper, "Don't stop honey. Let me watch you."
"I can't. I want YOU John."
You sit beside me and undo the second tie on my teddy and pick up my own
hand and place it over my breast. "I know you do, but I'd like to watch
you." Your hand is softly touching my other breast, until the nipple grows
swollen between your fingers. You move your hand over my body, down
between my legs and massage the palm of your hand against my mound as I
slightly part my legs.
You lift me from the couch and carry me into the bedroom, gently laying me
on my back in the center of the bed as you sit beside me.
You whisper softly, "You know how much I like to look at your beautiful
body."
I nod slowly, a bit reluctantly.
"Don't you like how you feel when I look at you?" You untie the last
restraining tie on the front of my teddy and ease the fabric apart,
exposing my breasts as you speak, and letting your eyes roam freely,
touching each part of me only with the intensity of your gaze. I shudder
as I feel a familiar spasm between my legs, and moan softly.
"Yes John."
"Relax, love. Think of me watching you. I know it excites you, and it will
excite me. It will excite me to see you touch yourself." You slowly pull
the fabric back over my breasts. Then, taking my hand in yours, you kiss
each fingertip and place my hand over my waist.
You move across the room and murmur, "Honey, I love you."
I tentatively, hesitantly move one hand over my body, from my waist and
over one breast on the outside of my teddy. I pause, uncertain.
I touch my right hand to the right side of my neck, and slowly rake my
fingernails over the skin, between my chin and my collarbone, rolling my
head to one side on the pillow.
I close my eyes, and begin to abandon myself to the sensations of my own
hands caressing my body. My thoughts drift to a vision of you watching me,
imagining your reaction, imagining your cock grow harder and harder as you
see every sign of my mounting passion in a way you have never witnessed
before.
My other hand moves up the center of my stomach, touching the skin
revealed in the opening of my teddy, and I push the fabric apart further
and slide the straps down my shoulders. I arch my back until the wisp of
lace and satin is pushed down around my waist. My hands travel up the
length of my body and rest over each breast, cupping them, massaging and
caressing, working the nipples into hard peaks.
My breath is coming faster as my excitement mounts, and I am lost to this
thing I am doing for you. I open my legs slightly and move one hand down,
working it under the fabric until I can feel my own wetness. I open my
legs wider and slide my hand down further, burying my fingertips in my
hair which is tangled now and damp from my excitement.
I thoroughly wet my finger and then move it up across my body until I can
touch each nipple with my wetness, feeling each one grow harder. I then
touch the same finger to my lips and stroke it gently back and forth until
i can taste my own saltiness.
I open my legs yet wider and stroke my fingertips back and forth across my
inner thighs, lightly brushing over the pleasure place between my legs.
I'm breathing heavy now, and sighing, seemingly forgetting that you are in
the room. But I speak your name, "John?"
"Yes, Nicole, I'm here." I can hear a husky, straining sound in your voice
as your speak. "Take the teddy off now Nicole. Let me see all of your
beautiful body."
I slowly arch my back and slide the offending cloth down my hips, until I
can kick it off with the motions of my legs. I bend my legs but hold my
knees together, uncertain what to do next.
I part my legs slightly and place a hand over my hair, feeling the wetness
against my palm.
"Open them wider Nicole. Let me see all of you love. Lose yourself again
honey.....for me." Your voice betrays your own mounting passion and
desire, and gives me courage.
I allow my legs to drop fully open and begin to explore the soft folds
between my legs, easing myself open, pushing the hair aside to allow my
fingertip to slide easily between my opening and the swollenness of my
pleasure point.
I move my fingertip up and down between my legs, sliding gently with my
wetness now evenly distributed, and pausing each time as I touch my
rosebud, circling it slowly, enjoy the waves of sensation which are
beginning to take hold of me. My other hand continues to stroke my upper
body, across my lower stomach, and up over each breast. I shiver and moan
as the first sensation of orgasm begins to wash over me. I place a finger
inside my opening, feeling the softness and warmth deep within myself.
"Aaaaahhhhhh" I sigh, as I withdraw my finger and again circle my pleasure
point. My clit is hard and erect and each gentle touch brings me closer to
climax, yet I try to hold off, allowing the tension to mount.
I again move both hands over my upper body, allowing my legs to remain
open like a blatant invitation, touching my nipples with my wet finger,
and feeling myself shiver. As I return my hand between my legs, I reinsert
a finger and thrust my hips upward, gently rocking in the motions of
lovemaking, and slide my finger back up until I can feel my orgasm begin.
My finger circles my clit with a new intensity and my cries fill the room.
I'm so lost now, I'm unaware that you have joined me on the bed until I
can feel your tongue mingle with my own finger, licking and caressing and
pushing me over the edge. You push two fingers deep inside me and slowly
move them in and out as your tongue continues to probe and touch my
pulsing flesh.
"John....oooohhhhhhhhhh, yes......I WANT you now. FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!"
My orgasm slowly subsides, and you move between my legs and place your
cock just barely inside me. I encircle your flesh with my hand, feeling
its length and hardness. I move it up and down between my legs, moaning
each time it passes over my still erect clit, as the last sensations of
orgasm die away.
"John, you are SO hard!! I want you inside me. Fill me with your cock.
FUCK ME!!!"
Your cock moves again to my opening and you thrust gently, pushing a few
inches within my warmth and wetness, slowly sliding in. I tighten my
muscles against you, trying to pull you deeper inside, moaning again,
"FUCK me."
You thrust harder, burying yourself deep within me, and I arch upward to
meet you, wrapping my legs around your hips. We move in unison, softly
moaning with each thrust which brings us closer and you deeper within me.
You are hard like never before, filling me and pounding into me. Each time
you thrust deep inside me, I feel your skin touch my clit which is still
hard and sensitive, and I can feel your balls slap against me with the
intensity of your movements.
You cup my face in your hands and I dig my nails into your back, arching
yet into you as I tighten the grip my legs have on your hips. Your tongue
finds its way into my mouth, seeking mine, until they meet with an urgency
equal to the thrusting of our lower bodies.
"John....ohhhhhhh.....now, COME inside me now. I'm there....COME with me.
Oh John!"
You can feel the spasms deep within me as I sigh and call your name. Our
tongues meet again in a wet, fiery embrace. You tense, and I can feel your
cock grow yet harder as you begin to come with an intensity that leaves us
both weak and breathless. Your come fills me with each deep thrust, until
you collapse against me, whispering my name, mingling the dampness of our
bodies together as we are still joined.
You tilt your face towards mine until our lips meet in a gentle, soft
kiss, and we stay this way awhile, enjoying the sensation of being locked
together, feeling our heartbeats against one another and the feel of you
within me.
"Oh John, I love you." I push the damp hair from your forehead, touch your
cheek and kiss you gently again.
"I love you too Nicole."
You roll off me and pull me into your arms and we settle against each
other, allowing our hearts and breathing to slow.
"The night is not yet over," I softly murmur as sleep begins to grip us
both. "No, it isn't over yet honey..." |
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