It has been ages since we’ve had some time away from everything and everyone. The small cottage we rented behind a quiet Bed and Breakfast for the evening is cozy and private. There’s a sitting area inside the main door featuring a comfortable couch. The hallway leads past a tiny kitchen to a comfortable bedroom in the back.
After a day of sightseeing and shopping we get back to the cottage intending to relax for an hour or two before setting out for our dinner reservation. You bat your eyelashes at me and ask would I mind walking over to the main house to grab a few of the cookies the proprietors said they set out for guests each afternoon? Although I’m a little weary, I can hardly refuse such a sweet request.
As soon as I’ve left, you retrieve the wine we left chilling and the button-down shirt you suggested I pack for our dinner date. Returning to the sitting area you close the curtains. The late-afternoon sun hitting the shade shines just the right amount of light on the couch. You also don’t want anyone getting a free show (at least not today).
You set the wine on a small table by the couch, preparing your second surprise for me. You arrange the throw pillows on the couch to provide just the right support as you recline facing the door. Trying to pose yourself just right.
You can’t resist a light caress of your sensitive breasts as you wait to give me my surprise. Slowly tracing your areolae with your fingertips.
You’re broken from your reverie by the sound of footsteps on the landing.
You turn your eyes to the door.
Suddenly, there are butterflies in your stomach. Just as before you think “What if it’s not him at the door?”
You panic briefly, and start to close the shirt.
The door opens, and I walk in.
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*I open the door, and begin to tell you how I was asked to help a small old lady carry her bags and two dogs to her car. I barely get two words out when I see you. Your bare legs are crossed at the knee. My eyes roam up your legs, over your torso, and I see your beautiful breasts topped with rock hard nipples, like ripe strawberries, framed by my favorite shirt. Glancing further I see your hair gleaming in the gauzy light from the covered window.*
*Peeking out from beneath a stray curl I see your eyes bright with excitement. Locking eyes with you, all thoughts but one flee from my mind. “I’m a lucky man.”*
*I say the only words my frazzled mind is able to string together, “You’re wearing my shirt.”*
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You see me staring as I stand in the doorway, one hand still on the handle, the beginning of a smile forming on my lips.
You move as if to get up.
“Wait ” you hear me say in my low voice. “Lie back. I want to see you. All of you.”
“If he wants to see all of me,” you think “let’s give him what he wants.”
You raise your arms, stretching them out over your head as you straighten your legs toward me. Twisting slightly, you provide what is from my perspective a spectacular view of your curves as you continue your feline-like stretch for my enjoyment. Your eyes never leave mine, keeping that heat and hunger alive.
Slowly, I stride across the room, obviously enjoying the view. You watch me as I finally break eye contact, seemingly giving myself permission to savor the erotic display you are putting on for my pleasure.
I’m leaning over you now. My hands grasp your wrists as I lean forward. You arch your back and raise your chin as I lower my lips to yours.
Our kiss starts gently, but soon burns hot, as the desire that’s been simmering between us all day finally rages free of confinement.
Releasing one of your wrists, you feel my hand sliding down your arm. Past your shoulder to your neck, grazing your collar bone as I move just a bit lower to cup your breast in my hand. You feel my thumb on your nipple, stimulating it as my kisses move to your earlobe then to your neck.
I trail a line of kisses to your bare breast, taking your nipple in my mouth, alternating between sucking and gentle nibbling while my fingers continue to tease your other nipple rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger.
After a moment enjoying the taste and feel of your nipple I pull my head back and look up at you, an amused look on my face. You realize I’ve discovered the wine you applied to your breasts while caressing them prior to my arrival. I smile at you, and you know I’m remembering that day, years ago, when you waited for me just like this…
Not wasting any more time, I turn my attention back to your breasts, savoring the sweet taste of wine mingled with the familiar feel of your areola as I lick and suck the wine from your nipple.
Right when you don’t think you can take much more of the exquisite stimulation you feel my lips kissing lower as my hands grasp the shirt at your collar yanking it down to expose your shoulders and trapping your arms ever so slightly to your sides.
My hands are on your thighs now. You look down and see me gazing up at you. While pulling down your shirt I also lowered myself to my knees. Even now my hands are gently pulling your legs apart. Holding your eyes with mine, I lower my mouth to taste you.
I’ve managed to regain control of myself, and I take my time. Applying kisses and licks along your thighs I slowly work my way to your lower lips. After all these years, I know just how to tease you, and more importantly, just when to shift my attention to your clitoris.
I reach my hands up to play with your nipples as my tongue works up to your clit, increasing the pace and pressure until you hear yourself saying, “just like that…”
I continue at the desired pace, my fingers flicking lightly across your nipples as your pleasure builds. I feel you shudder as you achieve the release you craved. I bring my hands down to rest on your hips, easing the pressure from my tongue as you ride out your orgasm.
As you recover from your orgasm, I slip out of my clothing. I feel my member growing again as I look upon your gorgeous body and beautiful face, now relaxed and content . I’m rock hard as I make my way back to the couch. I’m leaning over you again when you reach down with your hand and guide my cock into your waiting, and wet, pussy. I place my hands on either side of you and lower myself, pushing into you as we both let out groans of pleasure.
Suspecting the couch will not be suitable for a long, comfortable love-making session, we seem to decide without words that this is going to be a fast and furious fuck. I immediately pick up the pace as you wrap your legs around my back, pulling me deeper with each thrust. My breathing speeds up when I feel the walls of your pussy clenching around me. Wanting to maximize my pleasure you lean forward, taking one of my nipples in our mouth. Sucking and licking your mouth drives me ever closer to the edge.
I manage to get out the words, “Don’t stop…I’m…” as I reach climax, filling you as I’m overcome by waves of pleasure. Finally I collapse on you, our bodies slick with sweat, fitting together as though made for each other. We know we can’t stay like this for too long. After all, we have dinner reservations, and I need to find another shirt to wear.
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