The house is so quiet and dark that I can barely make out the street number. I glance at the empty space where her husband’s car would be parked, the dim illumination if the street lamp highlighting a puddle on the ground instead. He’s not here right now. Good. My step quickens and my hands tremble, eager to get inside, to see her, to have her. I walk up to the house and sneak into the already open front door, a yellow glow framed in darkness.
As my eyes scan the dimly lit entryway, I take in my surroundings. I hear the shuffle of paws and a slight whimper as the image of a small dog comes into focus. She’s standing on a spotless white tile floor, the tip of her tongue sticking out in a permanent lull. Who is this adorable creature? She greets me lazily, waddling closer, as another little fuzzy friend approaches, tentatively cocking her head with an exaggerated eyebrow. I greet both as I continue to scan the room, looking for Her. My breath catches as my eyes pan upward, taking in the sight of the object of my desire.
She’s perfect. Cute and sexy, with a wicked little grin cracking her shy face. Small tie-die booty shorts frame shapely hips, a comfy looking slip-over night shirt barely clings to her delicate shoulders, innocent-but-fuck-me glasses adorn her beautiful face, and wavy dark hair almost to the middle of her back drapes down her sexy figure. She’s slightly stooped over and I realize she’s holding on to the source of the louder whimpering I heard earlier. A third furry companion, this one bigger and more energetic than the others, more curious and eager to see who just entered the home. A momentary release sends the pup in my direction, a friendly zooming blur of brown and white fluff making a beeline straight for me. I grin at the energy and excitement, petting the good girl gently and letting her get to know me.
I shift my focus back to what I really want, craving her closeness and her body. A slight twinge of nerves hits the air as we approach one another. We’re close now, me looking down into her beautiful and dark almond eyes as the tension hangs in the air for just a moment. I take a second to enjoy the shape of her lithe beauty, the feminine curve of her face, the plumpness of her lips, the womanly shape of her hips – intrusive thoughts filling my mind with wonder and lust – I feel compelled to reach for her. The tension snaps as one of my hands cradles her delicate face and the other reaches for the small of her back. I slowly lean in closer, and then closer still. Pause and then silence. The sweet smell of her hair fills the air and the softness of her face brushes gently against me, our lips meeting. We kiss, a long, slow, and deep kiss. A feeling deep inside, like something lost now found – this is what I’ve been missing. Our tongues dance passionately as we hold each other tightly, enjoying the feeling of being inside one another for several more moments. Our faces caressing, nuzzling gently, pleasantly soft; I slide my lips down into the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses and nibbles, while tender silence gives way to soft moans. She smells like home.
Taking my hand in hers, we snake around the large sectional sofa, the staircase in her sights, and the glow of a large still and soundless TV illuminating our path. She leads me upwards, giving me a tour of the beautiful and picture perfect home. Spaces of vibrant individuality, beautiful and spiritual, reflective of her being, fill my senses. Colorful tapestry and shrine-like decorations adorn the areas most important to her. Other spaces, decidedly normal, are streaked with undertones of loneliness, as if those that dwell here do not truly share them but rather simply exist together. I suddenly feel sadness for her and the overwhelming sense to make her happy. To give her what she needs and to make her feel whole again.
We find our way to a spare bedroom where my focus shifts back to the beautiful, sexy creature in front of me; She is mine for the taking. We hold hands for a moment, shifting our feet and moving closer together as our eyes lock. A sense of eagerness and passion fills the room, brimming over as lustful thoughts quickly turn into action. My hands slide down her back and firmly squeeze her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as my mouth explores the nape of her neck. I grab her arm, and spin her towards the bed, bending her over firmly, and pushing her head down, my bulge pressing into her ass. She pulls off her shirt as my hands slide down her body, stopping at the small of her back. I grab her shorts and slide them down, revealing something black and lacy adorning the curves of her ass and those grab-and-fuck-me hips. My blood courses, wanting more. I yank her panties off and spread her ass cheeks, my mouth and tongue hungry. I press my face right into the middle, and my tongue goes into action.
Slow at first, sucking and kissing, teasingly, I work my mouth around her outer labia, intentionally avoiding her most sensitive parts. I run my tongue around, slowly circling, and then dip the tip just inside the top of her pink slit. I enter, pushing my tongue inside, enjoying the feminine smell and taste, and running my tongue up and down her inner walls. Her soft moans and gentle shaking betray her pleasure, spurring me on. I tease her for several more moments, sliding my tongue up and down her pussy, my hands rubbing and grabbing her ass, holding her cheeks apart. Stopping for a moment, I slide one hand up her waist and, the other a bit lower on her hip, and coax her into turning over onto her back. Spreading her legs wide, my mouth goes back into action, my tongue continuing where it left off. I slide it upwards and around, making my way to the uppermost sensitive areas. I curve my tongue upwards, pulling it out and over her clit, enveloping it in a soft warmth. I tease and flick, suck and pull, tracing the hooded folds and finding the little pearl right in the middle. Rhythmically and in a circular motion, I relax my tongue slightly and begin tracing around her clit, brushing the top of it gently with each pass, and swirling with gentle pressure. My fingers, now wandering, begin tracing around the rim of her asshole, rubbing gently, while my tongue continues to work. She shudders and gasps. I continue pleasuring her, a little faster now as the tip of my finger pushes into her ass, playing gently. Moaning louder, she bucks and rocks her hips, pushing herself into my face. I match my movements with hers, as my tongue continues its rhythmic and circular massage, rubbing her clit in a caressive dance. Waves of pleasure rock her body as a stifled moan escapes her lips; her mind begins to enter a void, giving herself over to the feeling of pleasure crashing through her being, reaching its peak, and snapping in a wave-like motion, flooding her mind with bliss. Her body shivers and quakes as my tongue continues its dance, my fingers pushing deeper into her asshole, and her juices flowing in and around my mouth. Panting breath gives way to moans of pleasure as her body peaks in orgasm, gripped in ecstasy; the world falls away for several moments as pure bliss envelops her mind.
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