She wore black boots, small ones, size six. With gold buckles on the ankle and at the calf. A long gold zipper up the back. Thigh high stockings. A black skirt and white oxford. Her dark hair cascaded onto the white shirt in soft, welcoming waves. Her eyes a deep brown, mysterious and intense. Her skin pleasantly tan, even as the first cool days of autumn took hold.
Crisp, almost cold mornings and cool, inviting evenings. Warm sunny days. A favorite, fleeting time.
She worked in a basement office with a window at the ceiling so she could see the street, see the feet of the passersby, now mostly clad in boots or closed-toe shoes, reflecting the transition in the season. Now and then, some sandals still holding on to summer's warmth would pass, and she'd remember the feel of the warm sun on her own toes.
At 10 AM she had a coffee meeting. A friend from years gone by. A man she might have loved had they lived nearer or had either one made the slightest move. Instead, they played at being lovers, sharing writing and occasional texts.
They would always meet when one was in the other's town, have coffee, make mental love over pastries. Eyes would burn as they sat. Texts would fly as they parted. But never more than a hug or a touch of the hand between them.
He was nursing his coffee as she walked in. Wearing a simple blue oxford, khaki pants, and some smart brown lace ups. Like hers, his eyes were dark and intense.
He smiled as she walked toward him. They hugged, and she went to the counter to get her coffee. He relished the scent she left behind, light outside sweat mixed with the perfection that was her chosen perfume. The blend was exquisite.
As she ordered, he admired her boots, the zipper, imagined taking them off and ...
She was back before him now. Beautiful, in simple black and white. Steam mixing with her thick locks to create a dream-like image of pure beauty.
Nearing forty, he wondered why he hadn't before. Hadn't made a move. Hadn't invited her out to his home for a weekend. Hadn't happened into her town and taken her out. They clearly had a connection, but always seemed otherwise connected.
Both creative types, but both also very concerned with being proper and appropriate, not raising suspicion.
They each talked about their work. What they'd done in the months since they'd last met. What was ahead.
As she got up to leave after almost two hours at coffee, he asked if he could ... see her work.
She did have some new designs, she said. And her office was just a few blocks away. Was he sure he had time?
He was, he assured her.
As she got up and headed toward the door, he opened it for her. Admiring her scent and taking in the look of her boots as she walked out into the now warm mid-day air.
They entered the old brick building, took the wooden stairs down. White painted brick surrounded them, and the street level windows let in the noon-time light.
She walked to a table and showed him one of her drawings and then another. He stood right next to her, absorbing her words and her being and feeling oddly enchanted.
As she bent down to move another drawing over, he leaned-in behind her, and when she moved her body up to show him, he placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her to him, his lips grazing hers, then enveloping them. She gave in. Instantly. Kissing him back with the force of a decade of desire.
His mouth was on her neck as her hands explored his body. Buttons coming undone on her shirt... warm, sweet-smelling flesh exposed. He tasted her collarbone, her shoulder. His hands on her still firm ass.
She worked his belt loose. Unzipped his pants. Her hand warm around the heat of his throbbing member.
His kisses grew more intense, his desire apparently growing with them.
She pushed down his boxer briefs. Her shirt now off, she knelt before him, lace bra, black skirt, and those incredible boots.
She smiled at him and he melted when he saw her dark eyes glance up at him as her hand held his flesh.
Tongue tasting salty beginnings. Tracing down his shaft. Lips leaving a crimson stain on the thickness of his head. Lips and tongue up and down, and all the while, he's admiring her boots. Her legs. Her ass. Her warm skin and lovely breasts.
He wants her now. Now more than he ever has. Now or never, he surmises.
His hand on her chin, he guides her up.
Now, hands on her waist, placing her on the table.
Removing lace panties.
The head of his now slick, hot cock against her warm, wet opening.
Inside. Inside. The sweet pleasure of her flesh urging him further in. Her own moan exquisite.
He can see the shoes above them, through the window. He wonders if anyone will notice. And then he is lost. Lost inside her, his lips on hers as their bodies rock together, as the years of mind-fucking become the real thing.
He feels himself growing harder, hungrier inside her. She feels full, feels the pressure of him, feels a desire like no other. She wants nothing more than his full attention, his desire to be satisfied.
He tells her he wants her, has wanted her for so long. She tells him to take her, to take her now and forever.
He can't stop kissing her, tasting her skin, rejoicing the in the feel of her lips on his, the smell of coffee and perfume surrounding them as their bodies grow closer and closer.
One flesh, one passion. Her boots now around his waist as she begs him to go harder, to get closer, to not stop.
His thrusts harder, faster, urgent.
He grunts... again.. once more. He looks at her face, kisses her soft lips. And holds her, his cock semi-hard and still inside.
He tells her he can't believe it took this long. She tells him not to make her wait this long ever again.
She picks up her panties, puts her shirt on, and walks to the ladies' room. He adjusts his pants, buckles, and watches those tiny, sexy boots as they walk away. This time, though, they'll be coming back.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
One Summer Day
Her pale skin glistened with the wet heat of a July day. 101 degrees.
The *click* of the door was all the permission I needed. My lips met hers for the first time.
Trapped in desire now... a heat that had been building for months over coffee and clandestine texts.
My cock was hard, harder, harder still in just an instant. I couldn't remember feeling this much lust. This much raw desire.
I led her to the couch so we were out of view of the front windows.
I kissed the back of her neck, nibbled at it... as hands unzipped her dark pants, noting the beads of sweat on her pale thighs
Two fingers entered her beneath black cotton panties...
Her moan was desperate
She felt the cool of my belt buckle, felt the zipper press into her ass...
I unzipped... and freed the aching cock from cotton boxer briefs
against her ass now, between her cheeks as she begged "fuck me"
I could wait no more
Inside
the sweet heat of her wet pussy searing my own hot flesh
her body arched back, she fucked me as I fucked her
hard, angry, bodies wondering why this hadn't already happened
I didn't want to cum, but i knew it would happen...and soon. This was the heaven I had wanted.
I thrust myself inside her, held myself there, relishing the feel of us finally together. Relishing her deep moan as I inched closer, closer
"I want to possess you" I said.
And she nearly screamed...
I thrust out and in... and in and came
nearly collapsing with her over the arm of the couch
I kissed her immediately... I wanted her even more
the first release was sweet...but we had an afternoon and an empty house
The *click* of the door was all the permission I needed. My lips met hers for the first time.
Trapped in desire now... a heat that had been building for months over coffee and clandestine texts.
My cock was hard, harder, harder still in just an instant. I couldn't remember feeling this much lust. This much raw desire.
I led her to the couch so we were out of view of the front windows.
I kissed the back of her neck, nibbled at it... as hands unzipped her dark pants, noting the beads of sweat on her pale thighs
Two fingers entered her beneath black cotton panties...
Her moan was desperate
She felt the cool of my belt buckle, felt the zipper press into her ass...
I unzipped... and freed the aching cock from cotton boxer briefs
against her ass now, between her cheeks as she begged "fuck me"
I could wait no more
Inside
the sweet heat of her wet pussy searing my own hot flesh
her body arched back, she fucked me as I fucked her
hard, angry, bodies wondering why this hadn't already happened
I didn't want to cum, but i knew it would happen...and soon. This was the heaven I had wanted.
I thrust myself inside her, held myself there, relishing the feel of us finally together. Relishing her deep moan as I inched closer, closer
"I want to possess you" I said.
And she nearly screamed...
I thrust out and in... and in and came
nearly collapsing with her over the arm of the couch
I kissed her immediately... I wanted her even more
the first release was sweet...but we had an afternoon and an empty house
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Morning Visit
They had met a couple times before. Had talked about an arrangement. Had talked around the issue.
She was young and had blonde, curly hair. Her breasts were large and full and her hips and ass were perfectly round and wonderful in his mind.
But, more than her figure, her voice turned him on. He had invited her back the second time just to be sure he was right. And he was. Within in minutes of her telling him a story about her day, he felt his cock stiffen. She was clearly smart, but something about her voice hit him in just the right spot.
This time, she had messaged him. She let him know she wanted to see him. To make it work.
He would be at the office by 9:30 that morning, he told her.
He came in and got organized, opened his laptop, checked his email and responded to those needing his thoughts and attention.
He wore a dark suit, white shirt, and silver tie. Black and silver cuff links.
He heard a knock at the door.
She walked in and sat down smiling. And he asked how she'd been. And then he just listened.
She was in a dress, low cut, showing off her ample cleavage.
But he was soon entranced in her voice. And his cock was responding, too.
He pointed to the desk at the back of his office. Told her he had something for her. She looked back and saw a beautiful pair of nude pumps. She tried them on and they fit perfectly. He smiled at the delight she took in her new possession.
She asked him if he wanted to have some fun.
Of course, he said. Sure.
She walked around his desk and looked at him. She noticed the bulge in his dark suit pants.
She took off her new shoes and knelt before him. Her hands rubbed his thighs as he began to smile and admire her with his dark eyes.
He felt himself growing harder and he unbuckled his belt. Her fingers worked his button open and moved his zipper down.
He reached down and pushed his boxer briefs down a bit ... her hand reaching in and grabbing his now throbbing cock.
He watched as her tongue flicked the glistening head of his hard member.
He stood up to allow her to have access to the full length of him.
As she worked her lips and mouth down on his cock, his silver tie tickled her nose... she looked up at him and smiled, the head of his cock still in her mouth.
He pushed the tie over his shoulder.
She stroked his shaft with her hand.
His hand in her curly hair, down to her shoulder.... rubbing her breast over the dress... then beneath it, the warm, soft flesh sending him deeper into pleasure...
As his fingers teased her nipples, she moaned lightly -- his balls cupped in her hand, his cock under her mouth's masterful control.
He wanted more, but didn't want to push it. This felt amazing. And it wasn't even 10 AM yet.
She looked up at him and told him he had a great cock.
Then went back to work sucking and stroking it.
He was losing control, but held back for a minute.
His hands both on her head now, he was controlling her mouth. Pushing her down, letting her pull back. Fucking her mouth with intensity. Begging for release.
He felt it coming and pulled back just a bit. She felt the tension of his cock, felt it pulsing... and then a strong shot of hot cream against her throat. Another thrust. And then a thickness filling her mouth. Salty, warm, coating and falling down.
She swallowed it all and help him there, in her mouth. Then licked up the remaining semen from his cock.
She smiled and got up. Put on her shoes and sat in the chair across from him. He put his semi-hard cock back in his boxer briefs. Zipped, buttoned, buckled.
He told her this would work nicely. She agreed. She put on her new shoes and walked out the door.
She was young and had blonde, curly hair. Her breasts were large and full and her hips and ass were perfectly round and wonderful in his mind.
But, more than her figure, her voice turned him on. He had invited her back the second time just to be sure he was right. And he was. Within in minutes of her telling him a story about her day, he felt his cock stiffen. She was clearly smart, but something about her voice hit him in just the right spot.
This time, she had messaged him. She let him know she wanted to see him. To make it work.
He would be at the office by 9:30 that morning, he told her.
He came in and got organized, opened his laptop, checked his email and responded to those needing his thoughts and attention.
He wore a dark suit, white shirt, and silver tie. Black and silver cuff links.
He heard a knock at the door.
She walked in and sat down smiling. And he asked how she'd been. And then he just listened.
She was in a dress, low cut, showing off her ample cleavage.
But he was soon entranced in her voice. And his cock was responding, too.
He pointed to the desk at the back of his office. Told her he had something for her. She looked back and saw a beautiful pair of nude pumps. She tried them on and they fit perfectly. He smiled at the delight she took in her new possession.
She asked him if he wanted to have some fun.
Of course, he said. Sure.
She walked around his desk and looked at him. She noticed the bulge in his dark suit pants.
She took off her new shoes and knelt before him. Her hands rubbed his thighs as he began to smile and admire her with his dark eyes.
He felt himself growing harder and he unbuckled his belt. Her fingers worked his button open and moved his zipper down.
He reached down and pushed his boxer briefs down a bit ... her hand reaching in and grabbing his now throbbing cock.
He watched as her tongue flicked the glistening head of his hard member.
He stood up to allow her to have access to the full length of him.
As she worked her lips and mouth down on his cock, his silver tie tickled her nose... she looked up at him and smiled, the head of his cock still in her mouth.
He pushed the tie over his shoulder.
She stroked his shaft with her hand.
His hand in her curly hair, down to her shoulder.... rubbing her breast over the dress... then beneath it, the warm, soft flesh sending him deeper into pleasure...
As his fingers teased her nipples, she moaned lightly -- his balls cupped in her hand, his cock under her mouth's masterful control.
He wanted more, but didn't want to push it. This felt amazing. And it wasn't even 10 AM yet.
She looked up at him and told him he had a great cock.
Then went back to work sucking and stroking it.
He was losing control, but held back for a minute.
His hands both on her head now, he was controlling her mouth. Pushing her down, letting her pull back. Fucking her mouth with intensity. Begging for release.
He felt it coming and pulled back just a bit. She felt the tension of his cock, felt it pulsing... and then a strong shot of hot cream against her throat. Another thrust. And then a thickness filling her mouth. Salty, warm, coating and falling down.
She swallowed it all and help him there, in her mouth. Then licked up the remaining semen from his cock.
She smiled and got up. Put on her shoes and sat in the chair across from him. He put his semi-hard cock back in his boxer briefs. Zipped, buttoned, buckled.
He told her this would work nicely. She agreed. She put on her new shoes and walked out the door.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
The Interview
she was tall... lean ... fit.
Her hair a deep red, her skin a tempting olive tan
Her legs long, sleek, amazing.
Her feet inside 4-inch heels, black, accenting her perfect arches and freshly manicured toes...
She wore a black dress cut high... with a neckline inviting attention
She checked her phone, then checked it again. Found the office number where they were to meet.
His office. A strange town. A red brick building over 100 years old.
Dimly lit elevator, dark hallway.
She knocked on the door.
The door opened and she saw him. In her heels, she was a bit taller...more than a bit taller than he was.
He was fit and lean as well, attired in a dark suit, white shirt, blue tie.
He closed the door as she eased in...
She felt his arm on her back... felt his body as his lips grazed her neck.
She was against the wall ... and his lips were on her shoulders.
His hand held her arms against her waist...
He delighted in the scent of her perfume...soft, subtle, enveloping the room
She felt his hardness against her... felt his body close on hers
The zipper to her dress went down... and his tongue and lips followed, tracing her spine
His hands on her waist, now her legs... discovering their firm feel...
He traces a line back up, bites her neck... his hands easing the dress off her shoulders...
He rests his hands on her soft stomach... lets them linger... then up to her breasts as his kisses on her back and neck grow more intense...
He traces back down... his kisses on the firm, wonderful flesh of her ass... admiring the lacy thong... his hand removing it and noting her warmth, her moisture...
He dives into her... tongue against her anal opening... her moans clearly audible beyond the wooden door
his fingers against her clit as his mouth teases and taunts her ass...
with the other hand, a finger penetrates her anus... and his mouth finds the sweet, delicate flavor of her pussy...
the sensation makes her moan deeply and he is entranced...focused... massaging her clit with his tongue, two fingers inside her, rocking in a gentle rhythm...
he won't stop... tongue fucking her, tasting her very essence... diving inside and licking up and down, side to side.. licking the inside of her pink flesh
her eyes are closed, her head back... he keeps going, licking, sucking, taking her clit in his mouth as his fingers go up and in, finding that just so sensitive spot...
Again and again he hits her pleasure center... and finally, her hands on his slightly moist hair, she screams... says his name over and over...
Her weak legs seem to collapse... and he directs her to the nearby chair... her juices seeping onto the cloth seat...
her long, lithe arms reach out, and he embraces her...and for the first time, they kiss...their lips on fire as they dance
Her other hand finds his belt, unbuckles, unzips... reaches in to find throbbing heat against soft cotton
Reaching past elastic, she finds the head of his raging cock... notes the pre-cum and rubs just under the head, circles...
He stands and she pulls him close... Her lips gently caress the tip of his head... her tongue traces down his shaft, all the way to his balls...and back up... and down again...
and then he is fully in her mouth. she is devouring him, he is fucking her lips, her tongue... admiring her incredible body... his tie against her deep red locks...
He savors the moment, savors her... enjoys the sound of his cock against the flesh of her mouth... he nearly explodes as she looks up at him, practically begging him for more...
He places a hand on her head, tugs gently ...pulls her back...
He tells her to stand up... and he takes a seat... takes his shirt off...
and there he is... naked, sweaty, cock huge with desire...
and she straddles him... the wet lips of her pussy against his chest... working down
he holds his cock in his hand... teases her clit with the head...and she can't take it, she sits on him... all the way down... all the way, taking every inch of his cock inside
she looks at him, leans down, the lips meet as their bodies find a rhythm...
his hands on her waist, he guides her up and down, at the right speed... lips on her breasts, her neck... squeezing as he nears orgasm...
he thrusts deep, deeper, harder... she is begging his cock to take her ... faster... harder...
He wants more, all of her...
in, out... all the way out.. .plunging back in...holding her down as he grinds against her...
as they kiss again, lips still hot with desire, he feels the head of his cock grow larger... feels the tingling sensation... and lets go...
his hot, white liquid fills her... one, two, three...more thrusts... she is still fucking him, his cock semi-hard... wanting more
their bodies sticky, the air thick with the scent of sex...
smiles
a warm embrace... she on his lap, his cock resting... her body just warming up...
Her hair a deep red, her skin a tempting olive tan
Her legs long, sleek, amazing.
Her feet inside 4-inch heels, black, accenting her perfect arches and freshly manicured toes...
She wore a black dress cut high... with a neckline inviting attention
She checked her phone, then checked it again. Found the office number where they were to meet.
His office. A strange town. A red brick building over 100 years old.
Dimly lit elevator, dark hallway.
She knocked on the door.
The door opened and she saw him. In her heels, she was a bit taller...more than a bit taller than he was.
He was fit and lean as well, attired in a dark suit, white shirt, blue tie.
He closed the door as she eased in...
She felt his arm on her back... felt his body as his lips grazed her neck.
She was against the wall ... and his lips were on her shoulders.
His hand held her arms against her waist...
He delighted in the scent of her perfume...soft, subtle, enveloping the room
She felt his hardness against her... felt his body close on hers
The zipper to her dress went down... and his tongue and lips followed, tracing her spine
His hands on her waist, now her legs... discovering their firm feel...
He traces a line back up, bites her neck... his hands easing the dress off her shoulders...
He rests his hands on her soft stomach... lets them linger... then up to her breasts as his kisses on her back and neck grow more intense...
He traces back down... his kisses on the firm, wonderful flesh of her ass... admiring the lacy thong... his hand removing it and noting her warmth, her moisture...
He dives into her... tongue against her anal opening... her moans clearly audible beyond the wooden door
his fingers against her clit as his mouth teases and taunts her ass...
with the other hand, a finger penetrates her anus... and his mouth finds the sweet, delicate flavor of her pussy...
the sensation makes her moan deeply and he is entranced...focused... massaging her clit with his tongue, two fingers inside her, rocking in a gentle rhythm...
he won't stop... tongue fucking her, tasting her very essence... diving inside and licking up and down, side to side.. licking the inside of her pink flesh
her eyes are closed, her head back... he keeps going, licking, sucking, taking her clit in his mouth as his fingers go up and in, finding that just so sensitive spot...
Again and again he hits her pleasure center... and finally, her hands on his slightly moist hair, she screams... says his name over and over...
Her weak legs seem to collapse... and he directs her to the nearby chair... her juices seeping onto the cloth seat...
her long, lithe arms reach out, and he embraces her...and for the first time, they kiss...their lips on fire as they dance
Her other hand finds his belt, unbuckles, unzips... reaches in to find throbbing heat against soft cotton
Reaching past elastic, she finds the head of his raging cock... notes the pre-cum and rubs just under the head, circles...
He stands and she pulls him close... Her lips gently caress the tip of his head... her tongue traces down his shaft, all the way to his balls...and back up... and down again...
and then he is fully in her mouth. she is devouring him, he is fucking her lips, her tongue... admiring her incredible body... his tie against her deep red locks...
He savors the moment, savors her... enjoys the sound of his cock against the flesh of her mouth... he nearly explodes as she looks up at him, practically begging him for more...
He places a hand on her head, tugs gently ...pulls her back...
He tells her to stand up... and he takes a seat... takes his shirt off...
and there he is... naked, sweaty, cock huge with desire...
and she straddles him... the wet lips of her pussy against his chest... working down
he holds his cock in his hand... teases her clit with the head...and she can't take it, she sits on him... all the way down... all the way, taking every inch of his cock inside
she looks at him, leans down, the lips meet as their bodies find a rhythm...
his hands on her waist, he guides her up and down, at the right speed... lips on her breasts, her neck... squeezing as he nears orgasm...
he thrusts deep, deeper, harder... she is begging his cock to take her ... faster... harder...
He wants more, all of her...
in, out... all the way out.. .plunging back in...holding her down as he grinds against her...
as they kiss again, lips still hot with desire, he feels the head of his cock grow larger... feels the tingling sensation... and lets go...
his hot, white liquid fills her... one, two, three...more thrusts... she is still fucking him, his cock semi-hard... wanting more
their bodies sticky, the air thick with the scent of sex...
smiles
a warm embrace... she on his lap, his cock resting... her body just warming up...
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Guest Lecture
her khaki cargo pants and thick belt hit the floor
orange thong hugs a tight, small ass
my hands run under her polo shirt
warm skin meets cool control
she is short, thin, but her hips are amazing and her B size breasts beg to be touched
her hair in a bun exposes soft neck, angling for a touch
my tongue obliges as fingers work her nipples to perfect hardness
pants unzip and cock meets her thigh
fingers pry her open as i thrust in
her deep moan awakens my senses
and i thrust again
one hand on her hips pulling her to me
one hand against toned stomach, up to firm breasts
my hot mouth on her neck and back
teeth grazing
she is mine
all mine
but i'm also hers
lost inside her
forgetting that we are in the back of classroom in a 3rd floor college building
forgetting that just minutes ago i was wrapping up my presentation
forgetting that someone could walk back in
forgetting my next appointment, just 15 minutes from now
all i can think of is her
how she feels, how she moves beneath me
i love her body's response to my touch
i love the instant connection we created
harder now, faster
her hands grip down against the desk
she struggles to muffle a scream as i pull out all the way and then thrust deelpy inside, grinding now, using my hand on her clit
i feel her clamp down, her breathing changes, and i can't hold back, i cum, shoot hard and deep
and then kneel down to taste her, to savor our juices mixed together, to lick each drop of her orgasm, to keep her going
she is heavenly, searing hot, and luscious
now i'm zipped
and i remember her deep brown eyes as she walked in, her clothes, hiding an amazing and small body
her pants back up, thong now gone -- a tragedy of my eagerness to have her -- and she is neat, and ready to meet some friends at the library
the sweat at the small of my back reminds me of our encounter
and we discuss the next time i'll be on campus
the work to do between now and then
and we part ways
a meeting
a night of studying
and an incredible ending to a presentation
orange thong hugs a tight, small ass
my hands run under her polo shirt
warm skin meets cool control
she is short, thin, but her hips are amazing and her B size breasts beg to be touched
her hair in a bun exposes soft neck, angling for a touch
my tongue obliges as fingers work her nipples to perfect hardness
pants unzip and cock meets her thigh
fingers pry her open as i thrust in
her deep moan awakens my senses
and i thrust again
one hand on her hips pulling her to me
one hand against toned stomach, up to firm breasts
my hot mouth on her neck and back
teeth grazing
she is mine
all mine
but i'm also hers
lost inside her
forgetting that we are in the back of classroom in a 3rd floor college building
forgetting that just minutes ago i was wrapping up my presentation
forgetting that someone could walk back in
forgetting my next appointment, just 15 minutes from now
all i can think of is her
how she feels, how she moves beneath me
i love her body's response to my touch
i love the instant connection we created
harder now, faster
her hands grip down against the desk
she struggles to muffle a scream as i pull out all the way and then thrust deelpy inside, grinding now, using my hand on her clit
i feel her clamp down, her breathing changes, and i can't hold back, i cum, shoot hard and deep
and then kneel down to taste her, to savor our juices mixed together, to lick each drop of her orgasm, to keep her going
she is heavenly, searing hot, and luscious
now i'm zipped
and i remember her deep brown eyes as she walked in, her clothes, hiding an amazing and small body
her pants back up, thong now gone -- a tragedy of my eagerness to have her -- and she is neat, and ready to meet some friends at the library
the sweat at the small of my back reminds me of our encounter
and we discuss the next time i'll be on campus
the work to do between now and then
and we part ways
a meeting
a night of studying
and an incredible ending to a presentation
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
The Shower
She walks through the door at nearly 9 pm ... it has been a long, crazy day and she is frazzled and fried.
her frame is small... a little over 5 feet tall and her skin delightfully alive ... her hair, curly and inviting, surrounds fragile face that hides her darkest desires..
her brilliant hazel eyes often catch the attention of men who pass her by -- today, those eyes are watery, worn, weary.
she wears a black skirt, simple white blouse now unbuttoned below her perky C-cup breasts. her legs are bare and simple, black cotton panties protect an area that has received far too little attention in the past months
her small feet with amazingly high arches are tucked into 4 inch high steve maddens with a tantalizing ankle strap -- she kicks them off and reveals toes with dark paint that badly need to relax
she enters her bedroom and discards her blouse. into the bathroom, she turns the shower on ... full blast, full heat...
she removes her clothes completely and stands there, completely nude, feeling a chill come over her.
he was supposed to have been there when she got home ... but maybe his day was crazy, too
she returns to the bathroom and is embraced by the warmth of a fog of steam. moisture beads up on her pale skin.
she steps into the shower and closes the door .. the heat stings, and she adds a touch of cool water to take the edge off. her body is relaxing. her eyes close as she wets her hair. and her mind wanders.
he arrives. he can't believe he's late. his meeting in the city had gone way too long. he is in a navy pin-striped suit, pink shirt with french cuffs, and a patterned pink tie.
he hears the shower. sees the shoes and trail of clothes.
he walks into the bedroom and removes his suit. takes all of his clothes off. he is not tall, but his body shows he has been in the gym -- toned, but not bulky. he removes his dark rimmed glasses and stands in the room, completely nude ... his cock grows as he approaches the door
the steam hits him and he can just make out rita's outline through the opaque glass door
he is now standing at full attention, blood throbbing and coarsing through him...
she jumps as he opens the door... startled out of an imaginary world. her shock is replaced with a boisterous smile and he grabs her and pulls her to him as their bodies are sprayed with steam and pounding water.
his kiss electrifies her ... sets her on fire. she returns his passion ten-fold. he feels her need to his core. her hair is dark and wet and shiny and wonderful
his cock rubs against her stomach... and she feels the sting of his heat.
his kisses find her neck, her collarbone... trace down to her shoulders
hands explore her glorious skin as his tongue teases her nipples, his mouth enveleoping a luscious breast
he finds the line between her breasts... his tongue traces down to her belly button... to her body's center.
a thin strip of now-darkened hair, matted wet, stands above an apparently aroused pussy. his tongue and lips place kisses on her inner thigh as her hands fall upon his head, then brace against the shower wall as first one, then a second finger thrusts inside her... she is aching, longing for this touch... quick flicks of the tongue delight her clit .. .then stop, teasing and tasting her sweetness.. probing inside warm, velvety folds...
her release is quick, almost painful... she can't remember when the last time a man did that for her...
as she nearly collapses upon him, he guides her out of the shower and wraps her in a towel
he cradles her in his arms and lays her now steamy, relaxed body on the bed... as he opens the towel, he places a kiss on her toe, his tongue tracing her long arch and his lips embracing her ankle...
all the way up her toned calves... behind her knee as she giggles ... to her warm thighs
he finds her center again, wakes up the already aroused pussy
and as his lips meet hers, he is inside her... slowly, carefully, deeply inside
he keeps kissing her... his eyes meet hers as their bodies join together -- they are perfectly matched in height and he licks just behind her ear as his hands pull her body into his... his thrusts are slow, long, and his dick is harder than she remembers ever feeling.. seemingly growing and bulging inside her
he arches back and plunges deeper... she screams in a slight tinge of pain and then they find a rhythm...
then he stops... holds himself as far inside as he can... "kiss me" ... and she does... "kiss me" and again... he's holding himself there... holding them together... and their kiss becomes so intense, so rich, textured and their bodies so still ... a perfect togetherness
he feels her getting closer... and as they kiss, his hand rubs her engorged clit... her pulsating rhythm makes him explode and he shouts breathlessly... "kiss me"... all his force musters a whisper and their lips lock as their bodies rejoice together
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