Naked and teasing my boyfriend during lockdown [MF] [Long]

I’ve been living with my boyfriend during lockdown, which has definitely had its advantages. We both work from home, but no commuting and no going out means we’ve been having more sex than usual. We even tease each other during the workday, trying to see how riled up we can get before logging out at 5 and tearing each other’s clothes off. However, constantly being around each other does come with the risk of getting bored, so we’ve been getting creative to keep our sex life exciting.

One thing I knew my boyfriend always wanted to do was for us to spend a day, or even a weekend, where I was naked the whole time. I also really liked the idea, but we never cleared our schedules enough to make it happen. Well, lockdown seemed like the perfect time to make it happen. I decided that Saturday would be perfect since we had no plans for the whole day.

I ended up waking up early because I was so excited. I had been having weird horny dreams all night and when I woke up I was already wet. I slipped off the t-shirt I slept in and ducked into the bathroom for a shower so I could be as clean and perfect as possible by the time my boyfriend woke up. I left the towel in the bathroom and I spritzed myself with the perfume he bought me, then crawled back into bed totally naked.

Now that I was awake it was hard to ignore that I was already turned on, but I didn’t want to wake him up. Instead, I scrolled erotica subreddits and grazed my fingers over my clit until every inch of my skin felt hypersensitive. Even the brush of the sheets over my nipples sent goosebumps down my arms. I was strangling moans in my throat as I stroked myself, wishing he would wake up.

Although I was trying to keep quiet, I must have moaned pretty loud, because the next thing I knew my boyfriend was turning to face me, his hand moving to cover my own. Just that little extra bit of pressure on my clit was enough to make me throw my patience out the window. I pushed my face into the pillow and bucked my hips up into his fingers, luxuriating in the rough slide of his callouses on my cunt. I have no idea what he was going through his mind, getting me off before even saying good morning, but it was fucking hot and I came within minutes.

I caught my breath and opened my eyes. Instead of his usual sleepy smile, my boyfriend seemed totally awake. I didn’t have to reach under the sheet to know he was hard and aching for me. Now, I had gone into the day thinking it would be a fun power game, with me being sexy and available for his pleasure at any time. However, having him get me off at the start of the day gave me a wicked idea.

I looked at him under my eyelashes, doing my best breathy post-orgasm voice. “I was thinking, today could finally be the day where I don’t wear any clothes. Would you like that?” I punctuated it with a purposeful lick across my bottom lip.

“Fuck yeah,” he said, somewhat breathless himself. I knew he wanted my mouth on him. The question was a foregone conclusion, I just wanted him to think I was letting this be his decision. He reached out and ran his hand, still slightly sticky with my come, over my hip and breast. If I didn’t stop this quickly, he’d want to fuck me right then and there— but what’s the fun in that? We had had plenty of morning sex since lockdown started. No, I decided that he should wait a little longer, until the sight of my body drove him to real desperation.

I excused myself from the bed, saying I would bring him coffee. There was no way he would complain about that, especially when he could watch my bare ass as I walked to the kitchen. I felt sexy and exposed making his coffee in the nude, but I felt even sexier when I walked back into the bedroom and saw him sitting against the headboard, with his cock red and hard and resting against his stomach. I ignored it— if I was going to be casually naked, so could he— and handed him his coffee. He devoured me with his eyes as he sipped, his free hand stroking over my inner thigh.

That wasn’t it. I kept him waiting longer by suggesting that we watch the next episode of the Netflix show we were binging. I could tell he wanted to pull it up on his laptop and stay in bed, but I convinced him to move into the living room. I was always naked in bed. It felt different to prod him to dress and close the blinds, and then take a seat on the couch, the fabric rough against the soft skin of my ass. He was only half-watching the show, taking long breaks to stare at my tits. I pretended to be paying attention, but I was completely distracted by the thought that at any moment he could decide he wanted to fuck me. He’s strong enough that he could just flip me over, bend me over on the arm of the couch, and slide right in.

The possibility lingered. I was so wet I worried I would stain the cushions. To be safe I slid into his lap, my bare skin against his sweatpants. I kept acting like nothing was amiss, keeping my eyes on the TV and staying as still as possible. He reached up to hold me by the waist, unsubtly grinding up on me. Something about knowing he was horny, but denying himself, was the hottest thing in the world. I kept up the game to see how long it would last.

Eventually, the credits rolled and his hand slipped lower, down to my cunt. He didn’t waste much time, sliding two fingers into me and growling into my ear about how much he wanted to fuck me. The sudden stretch made me gasp, as did the simmering heat in his voice. He was fully hard under me now, I could feel it. It would have been so easy to just push down his sweats and give him what he wanted, but I knew he could take more. If this is how much he wanted me now, how badly would he want me after another round of teasing?

I schooled my voice to make sure he couldn’t hear my smile. “Fuck, babe, I want your cock. I want to feel you in me. But I’m so hungry, how about after I make us something to eat?”

He whined a little, but let go of my hips. I stood up and headed back towards the kitchen again. Before I left the room I looked back and saw the sight that made me fight back a moan: my boyfriend on the couch, his cheeks flushed with arousal, his legs spread wide, gently working his own dick on the couch, staring at my body. I winked and ran off to the kitchen to find something to eat.

He came up behind me as I was looking into the refrigerator, rubbing my ass and pressing his cock up against me. He’d tucked himself back into his sweatpants but the tip stuck up above the waistband of his underwear, enough that he was smearing precome on my skin. Still, I shooed him away with the pretense that I needed to focus on cooking.

When the food was ready I called him over to the table. I waited until he sat down and then set his plate in front of him, making sure to bend over so my tits swung in front of his face. He reached out to touch, but I quickly retreated, grabbing my own plate and sitting on the far end of the table. I chatted like this was any other day: politics, the lockdown, the most recent videos I watched on youtube.

By the end of the meal, I could tell his patience was wearing thin. He was gripping his fork hard and barely responding to my comments. The anticipation started building again. I wanted him to snap and finally take me. He’d been patient and gentlemanly all morning, but patient and gentlemanly isn’t always what gets us off. I’d had my fun making him sweat and reveling in the waves of horniness that rolled off him. Now it was his turn.

“You done?” He asked, his voice tight. I bit my lip.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Then bend over the table.”

It wasn’t a question. It went straight to my pussy, making me swoon even as I scrambled to follow his instructions. I came around to his side of the table and bent over, my tits pressed up against the cool tabletop and my ass stuck out into the air. His chair screeched as he pushed it back from the table. I had to focus on sounds— I lost sight of him behind me. There was the sound of him spitting, and the wet sound of skin-on-skin. Then he pushed into me.

I moaned into the table, my fingers grasping at the edge for purchase. Even though I’d gotten off first thing this morning, this is what I had really craved. The anticipation made it that much better— I’d spent the morning dreaming about his cock filling me up, but it could never measure up to the real thing. The teasing had the same effect on my boyfriend. Usually when he fucks me he starts out slow, watching his cock sliding all the way in and out of my cunt. Now, he didn’t bother. He held me firmly by the hips and pulled me back on his dick, bottoming out in me over and over.

“You have no idea how hot you look,” he said between clenched teeth, “You’re going to look even better with my come dripping out of you.”

I was beyond words at that point, reduced to high-pitched whines and embarrassing moans. I’m pretty sure I was drooling on the kitchen table. I focused on his sounds— the rhythmic slap of his skin on mine, the wet sounds of his thrusts, his heavy breathing. He gasped a couple of times, his hands gripping my hips a little tighter, and that’s how I knew he was fucking his come into me. The thought made me moan and grind back on him. I didn’t want him to pull out; I wanted to stay there in bliss with his cock inside me for as long as possible.

But I was boneless on the kitchen table and my boyfriend was in the position of power. He slid out of me, slapping me lightly on the ass as he did. I moaned at that too. I was far gone enough that any contact felt like heaven.

It was then that I heard the telltale faux-analog whirr of his phone camera. I kept still, doing my best to model for him, even though I was fucked-out and exhausted.

A few days later, when I was in the middle of a conference call, he sent me the photo. Underneath it was the caption: *Told you you’d look good with my come in you*. I should have known the game wouldn’t have ended so soon.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ggwt91/naked_and_teasing_my_boyfriend_during_lockdown_mf