First time writing a longer story. Let me know if more is wanted and any critique.
As my head hits the pillow after a long 12 hours night shift, the doorbell rings forcing my eyes open. Grumbling under my breath, I slide my on black sweatpants and a green t-shirt found on the floor. The cold air rushes into the house as I open the door, a figure standing there bundled up in black jacket and pants, her dirty blonde hair escaping from the fur lined hood.
“Brit, what the fuck are you doing here?” I question as the snow keeps falling behind you. “Come in, you must be fuckin cold.”
“I had a rough night at work. I didn’t want to bother you cause you looked busy also.” The warmth returns as the door closes behind Brit, her rosy cheeks and red ears accentuating the piercing green eyes behind her glasses. “I thought we can have breakfast and talk it over.”
“Of course. What do you want? I have eggs, cereal,…” I trail off, making my way into the kitchen to get breakfast ready. Rummaging through the fridge, I couldn’t believe my luck; the woman I’ve been flirting with for the past 4 months was in my house, waiting to be emotionally vulnerable.
I could just picture Brit in her black pants, hugging her toned legs trailing up to her perfectly rounded ass. The kind of ass that’s perfectly shaped to be cupped and spanked, the kind of ass that spent it’s college years at the gym and on the field. Red polo shirt holding in her breasts, top 3 buttons undone revealing the slightest amount of tanned cleavage, a birthmark on her right chest making an appearance every now and than. Gold flower pendant hanging off a silver chain tracing her collarbone, disappearing around her neck. Brit’s lips glistening under the lights of the office, lip gloss begging to be touched by another set of lips, her nose perfectly proportioned on her face, green almond eyes seemingly able to see inside a person.
I hear Brit move into the kitchen behind me and lean on the counter as the Keurig rumbles to life heating up the reservoir of water. I turn around, nearly dripping the eggs as my 4 months of hope pays off. Her tanned body, leaning on my kitchen counter, better than I could’ve ever imagined. Toned legs supporting the body of fit 32 year old sales manager. The black pants and red shirt replaced by bodysuit, tight against her soft skin. Satin, shining in my kitchen, between her legs, trailing up to her tan hips, her flat stomach peeking through behind the alternating mesh and fabric, the bottom of her breasts held by the netting, the top overflowing from the soft fabric. Her nipples, still hard from the cold, trying their hardest to poke through to feel the warmth of my kitchen. The familiar silver chain around her neck replaced by a leather choker, a sly smile on her face, her green eyes glancing between my frozen face and the growing bulge in my sweatpants. “I guess you like what you see,” she wittingly comments. “The coffee can wait, but you better put those eggs down before you drop them.”
Turning around to place the eggs down and gather my thoughts, cold hands snap me back to reality as they trace the top of my pants. I feel my dick getting harder, her fingernails leaving a teasing trail on my skin, a moan leaving my mouth. Mesh, satin, and cotton separate our bodies as her hands dive into the front of my pants, of the stubble of pubic Hera left over from last week’s shaving, fingers wrapping my now erect penis. “No underwear?” she questions, slowly massaging my balls.
“I sleep naked and you have great timing,” I sheepishly reply, my mind flipflopping between enjoying her touch or taking control of her and having my way. Her chilled slender fingers against my warm scrotum made the decision for me, my head leaning back, breakfast now a long forgotten idea. Her hands slide out of my pants and up my body, lift my shirt to reveal my semi-tone abs. Raising my shirt above my head, I thank the fact that I recently started working out again, my stomach a little more flatter than it was 5 months ago.
Turning around to face Brit, my shirt on the cold tile floor, a conniving smile on her face. A green eyes look deep into me, her cleavage begging to kissed, her breast longing to be released, still hard nipples aching for my warm mouth. Brit leans in, her lips landing on my chest, the shiny gloss marking her territory. Her tongue washes over my nipple, her hands slowly warming between my pants and butt, pulling me into her. Kisses land on my chest, my hard cock pressed against her separated only by cotton and satin. I lower myself slightly, our lips now touching for the first time, her lip gloss acting like glue, her fuity perfume intoxicating as my hands wrap around her waist. She moans into me as I grip her perfectly shaped ass, hands cupping her, pulling her into me and raising her up at the same time.
Brit’s lips release mine, trailing down my neck, covering my left nipple. I feel her tongue swirl around the areola, my hands now tangled in her smooth hair, slowly guiding her down my body. My cock springs to life as she pushes my sweatpants to my knees, her fingertips just touching as the wrap my hard shaft. Her mouth continues down my stomach, a trail of kisses and nibbles making it’s way to my aching dick as her knees rest on the cold tile.
She looks up at me with her hypnotic green eyes and a smile across her face. “Work pants hide alot,” she states; I can only manage a moan in response. Her lips meet my swollen head, her tongue swirling the little bit of precum that escaped across her lips. She takes me in, most of my 7 inch dick disappearing into her hot mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft before she releases me with a gasp. She moves down to my balls, juggling them with her wet tongue as her thumb and index finger massages my now leaking tip. Now glistening with precum, my head aches for the feeling of her mouth as she traces the veins from base to head with the tip of her tongue. My head disappears into Brit’s mouth, her smeared lip gloss adding to her spit, my swollen head being treating like the last ice cream cone on earth. Her hand now gliding up and down my shaft as my hips instinctively start to thrust.
My hand steadies myself on the counter, her eyes locked on mine as her tongue passes over and over my throbbing head. She releases my shaft, only take it down her throat, never breaking eye contact as I shoot my hot load into her. Her hands grab my ass, pulling me deeper into her, every drop and rope of cum being swallowed instantly as I drain into her….
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