Texting wins the day. [m+f]

This was a while ago, but I got a text earlier that brought it all back to me.

We had been teasing each other all day: you commented on my outfit and how hot I looked that morning, I told you how lucky you were to have me, that type of thing. I’ve never been much of a “sext-er” and you told me the anticipation of sending dirty texts would inhibit your ability to perform. What were your words again? Something like “I’d probably last less than a minute once I got in if I thought about fucking you all day long.” It was flattering, to say the least, but I was also a little sad.

I sent you a photo from my hips down, sitting in my office chair. It was just a reminder of the outfit I’d chosen, but suddenly there was a sexual tension underlying each message we exchanged.

“Hot,” was your first reply.

I laughed to myself, and then said “You’ve seen it all before. It’s just my legs in heels and a skirt.”

The two hours between that photo and my arrival home were like a thrill ride, and my heart was racing even as I drove home to you. We’re discreet in front of our kids, so I greeted you in the closed-off kitchen with only a smile at first. You pulled me against you and kissed me in the most wonderful firm embrace, grabbing my ass when I turned to go back to home life. I smirked over my shoulder at you, saying “I’m going to run upstairs and change.” You nodded.

Life was normal for the rest of the night except that I swear I nearly felt sparks at each touch of your body on mine. Your knowing glances and smirks made me feel young and desired all over again. Once our kids were asleep that night, and we’d checked four times, we decided to skip the usual TV and book reading quiet comfort and we ran upstairs giggling. You took a little time to rinse off from your long day while I sneaked over and threw on my work clothes once more. I even wore my heels.

You were literally speechless as you walked back into the darkened room, and I laughed at your shock. “Well…” is all you said before you cleared the distance between us in two long steps and wrapped your arms around me. I melted into your kiss and my hands played through your hair, down to your neck, over your shoulders, to your chest. I wanted to touch you everywhere, and I moaned against your lips as your own roaming hands reached down and pulled my skirt up just enough to squeeze my ass.

You backed up in a moment, waiting to see where I wanted to lay down before you pounced on me. I smirked, turning away from you and pressing my palms against the wall. I let them slide above my head for a few inches and looked back to you. Silence. Then a nearly groaned “Oh…” as you realized what I wanted and advanced on my again. There was no gentleness about you as you pushed the skirt up to my hips and bent at your knees to position yourself against me. With the heels on, this was all so much more possible, and you slid right in.

My head tossed back, my hips pressing to yours as my back arched. I controlled none of these reactions, and I think you knew it. You grabbed my hair, pulling forcefully to the side as your teeth and lips found my neck and shoulder. “Yes,” I hissed. God damn it, yes is what ran through my mind as you thrust your hips up hard. I was breathless for a second, but you knew that meant “Do it again,” and so you did. I lasted maybe another minute before I came so hard that my knees nearly gave out. They pressed together as I leaned into the wall, and you pulled back to cum over my skirt and ass. The sounds you made were exquisite as I listened with my eyes shut tight, riding through the last of my orgasm.

My hands slid down the wall with soft “squeaks” as I turned back to you. Your gaze was possessive, dominant, delicious. “My poor skirt…” I pouted, but I couldn’t fake it for long. I grinned as I kissed your lips over and over, finally letting you go to clean up as I stripped down. Maybe I should send you photos more often.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3m3yk7/texting_wins_the_day_mf