Saturdays are my days to do things that are far away from my regular tasks during the week. Never one to spend a day sitting around for too long, I’ll typically head to the gym and then work on some things around the house, maybe go for a drive. As far as Saturdays go, today’s been a banner day. It’s perfect outside. After a nice, long run in the bright sun, I went out for a drive before spending the rest of the afternoon in the garage working on the car. You know, really manly stuff. And since you’re over for the weekend while my wife is away, I even washed and vacuumed your car for you. It’d been so long and I’m such a great guy, aren’t I?
I’m walking back inside, my white t shirt clinging to me. It’s been hot today and a little humid. I’m sweaty, but not too bad. And working on the car isn’t always the cleanest activity. So along with a clinging shirt, there are a few rather obvious oil and dust stains on the white cotton. My arms stretch the material, rising up past my biceps as I carry in a few tools. The pair of black athletic shorts hide a simple pair of light blue boxerbriefs. Not quite my favorite pair, but I didn’t want to risk somehow getting those particularly gross. I know how much you like them after all.
I step inside the door, a cool blast of the AC hitting me immediately. Not long afterwards is the very distinct, fabulous smell of your shower. I don’t hear the water running, so you must have just gotten out. I set my stuff down, taking in a deep breath, savoring the way that smell hits me, the way that it gives me butterflies. I hear some music playing from the kitchen as I get through the foyer and round the corner towards the sound. My eyes narrowing, a little flutter in my heart as I see what’s in front of me.
You’re at the light marble countertop, facing away from the doorway, just popping open a bottle of champagne. I don’t know what the occasion is, but I’ve never really needed one to enjoy some champagne anyways. The thought of taking a shower quickly escapes my mind as I see what you’re wearing. My blue eyes working up you from behind. Your feet bare on the hardwood, smooth, toned sexy calves leading up to your thighs. At the upper portion of your beautiful legs, the hem of one of my dress shirts hangs loosely. The smooth, white material splaying outwards slightly as it follows your curves over your hips, stretching just a hint over the perfectly muscled backside. You’ve been getting some sun, and the white contrasts so flawlessly against your deliciously young skin. My shirts are more fitted than most, so it curves inwards after your hips, not a tight fit, but hinting at the perfect curve of your form nonetheless. As my eyes move upwards, the shirt splays out just a little further. I can tell from here than you have the top few buttons open. And although I can’t see it just yet, I know those perfect beautiful breasts are just about spilling out, the opening of the shirt showing off the inside of your breasts, covering just over your nipples as the collar spreads over your collarbones.
I exhale slowly before taking my first silent step into the kitchen. You set the bottle of champagne down on the countertop, setting the cork down next to it. I know your next move will be away from the countertop to grab a couple of glasses, of course, but I don’t want to let you do that just yet. Walking up, slowly, quietly, my hands reach out to your hips just before you’re about to turn away from the countertop.
My hands curl into the fabric of my dress shirt at your hips. My hands will leave a dark spot on it, but that’s so far from my mind at the moment. I can feel your body freeze up, startled for a moment as you still face away from me. “Nice shirt.” I whisper, my body moving in behind you, pinning your hips against the countertop, my own pressed snugly into your warm backside. The grip on my shirt giving me enough leverage to pull your hips back into mine more hungrily. I inhale slowly, the smell of your hair is intoxicating. You can hear the heat in my voice, “it looks so fucking good on you” as my hands release, fingers splayed out as they sink down, gliding over the sides of your hips, feeling the warmth of your skin, the hem of my shirt rising at the sides before falling lower at the front at back.
Tempted to pull the shirt up past your perfect backside, bend down, and taste you right here, it’s not time for that just yet. I inhale slowly again, you can feel my chest pressing against your back as my body has you pinned against the counter. My right hand sliding up your side, past the hem of my shirt, up along the side of your torso. There’s a smile on my lips that you can’t see as my hand move from your body. I reach up, your can feel my hand against the back of your head, fingers curling into your hand before I tug at it. You head craning back and off to the right side. It exposes your neck to me, giving me my first view down the front of my dress shirt. Just as I has suspected, your breasts aren’t fully exposed in it, but just enough to make you look absolutely mouth watering. “Mmm, fuck.” I whisper out, my chin dipping down, letting my bottom lip gently glide over your earlobe before leaning down further, letting you feel my lips grazing along the side of your jaw, and down over your neck. “I’ve missed you.” I whisper against your skin. The motions tender, gentle in contrast to my hand tugging at your hair, my body pressing your into the countertop firmly.
I know that you can feel me growing against your beautiful ass since I can feel you gently sway yourself back against me, the bulge nestled between your cheeks, my dress shirt providing little barrier between the firm, warm flesh and the bulge at the front of my hips. Just that little motion is driving me wild, my blood pumping, skin tingling. I can’t help but let out a gasp against the side of your neck as my lips trail along it, the light scratch of my stubble against your soft skin. I pull myself back from you, hands still gripped onto the sides of my dress shirt. With a swift, firm motion, I turn you, spinning your hips around for you to face me. My eyes narrowed to yours, biting the corner of my bottom lip, my chest rising and falling against my t shirt, slightly damp from a day of work, clinging against me. The sleeves cling to my arms, biceps swollen, bulging as my hands grip into the shirt at the sides of your midsection. “You look so good.” I whisper with a smile, the blue in my eyes shining as they work over you, devouring your form in my shirt, blinking up and down you. You’re my prey right now. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.
My hands release the fabric, leaving dark marks against the smooth white material. They glide around the sides of your waist, meeting at the small of your back before sliding downwards. I take a half step towards you, eyes still squarely to yours. My hands sink over the top curve of your ass, spreading apart as they ease down over the cheeks. Moving further, gliding under the rounded flesh. My bottom lip pops from between my teeth as my arms tense, muscles flexed as I quickly snatch you up in one fluid motion. I set you down on the countertop, your eyes now just above mine, my hips moving in as your legs part around me.
My hands rest at your hips as I lean into you, my face to yours. I let my bottom lip slightly glide over yours, my tongue sliding out to softly ease back and forth over your upper lip. I can feel your body reacting to me. Your legs tightening around my hips, your breathing quickening, your breasts just barely pressed against my chest as I tease those soft, beautiful lips. I exhale, my hands gliding up your sides, the material of my shirt gliding easily under my fingertips.
I pull back just a hint, my eyes flicking between yours, your lips, and the mounds of flesh that press out against my shirt, the top four buttons open, covering just your nipples. I blink my eyes back up to yours, my nostrils flared, a shimmer in the blue of them as my hands glide up, palms at your nipples as my fingertips curl into the open material of the shirt. I exhale as my arms and chest flex, pulling the shirt apart hard. Before you realize what happened, you can feel the cool air of the kitchen against your nipples, the sounds of the buttons hitting the countertop and falling to the floor, having torn the shirt right open. It’s OK, I’ve got more. It was so worth it.
The shirt hangs free, my eyes following the link down the middle of your body, exposed as the shirt drapes over your shoulders. Your breathing making your chest rise and fall, glancing down between your thighs, the soft pink lips of your entrance peeking from that spot. My eyes work back up you, this time, my hands follow. Fingertips grazing along the middle of the shirt, up along your bare skin. Gliding over your stomach as it tenses and releases, up along your sternum and the insides of your breasts. My left hand pausing as my right hand eases upwards. It slides slowly up your skin to your neck. My hand gliding over it, wrapping around it. Not squeezing hard, but enough to pull your face to mine. My lips crashing into yours. I open my mouth, tongue dancing along the sides, then fluttering over the tip of your own as I moan hungrily against you.
I pull back slowly, my hand gliding down from your neck, and reluctantly peeling away from your body. I reach off to your side, smiling, raising an eyebrow as I grasp the champagne bottle. “Let’s see if this does what I hope it does.” I say with a little grin. My eyes never leave yours as I take a small sip before handing you the bottle to drink some as well.
I don’t swallow though. A little smirk on my lips as my right hand brushes my shirt off to the side, exposing your left nipple. My eyes sink to it. Fuck, you have the most beautiful breasts. I could look at them all day without ever not getting turned on. I move my face down to it, kissing it softly, my lips parting just a hint, still sealed against the flesh. As my mouth opens against you, the champagne hits your skin. I can hear a gasp escape your lips, followed by the sexiest little giggle I’ve ever heard as the bubbles pop over your sensitive flesh, fizzing against you. Cool at first, then warming as my tongue flashes the bubbles around it, flicking slowly back and forth against the tip. Finally, I swallow the champagne, my lips still around you, sucking firmly before I pull back, the flesh popping from my mouth. I smile, watching a drop of champagne roll down over your breast before diving down and licking it up. “That.” I say with a smile, standing up straight, eyes on yours. “Is so insanely delicious.” I smirk, reaching for the bottle again.
I take another sip before I lean in, kissing you slowly, feeling the bubble pop between your lips, snapping against our tongues as they work against each other, sharing a drink as I hold the bottle in my hand still. I pull back, swallowing again with a smile and taking yet another sip.
This time, I go down to your right nipple. My eyes looking up at yours as my lips glide back and forth over it, feeling the hard metal stud against my lips before I lock my lips around your skin. You can feel the same rush of bubble against your flesh, and I can feel your nipple harden inside my mouth, against my tongue as I flatten my tongue against it, circling it, feeling the stud work back and forth inside my mouth. I suck firmly as I pull back, swallowing before I release it, your breast bouncing just a hint as I do. I can’t help but smile, taking a breath as I stand up straight in front of you once again.
“There’s one more place I want to try.” I smirk, my left hand down against your thigh, my right still holding the bottle. I bring the bottle up to your lips, giving you a sip before I take it back, taking another long sip. I set the bottle down, pressing your upper body back, hearing your hands catch you, slapping against the countertop as I sink myself down in front of you.
Both hands on your thighs, pulling them apart. My shirt having rolled up to your hips, leaving you exposed in front of me. I can see your opening glistening already. Smooth, slippery, so inviting. I bring my lips forwards, pressing them against the inside of your right thigh, my head turning to gently do the same to the inside of your left. My hands against the tops of your thighs as I lean forwards. My bottom lip gently drags over your clit, gliding upwards slowly. You can feel the lightest little scratch of the stubble on my chin. Upwards, then back down over your sensitive flesh. I can feel your thighs, shake just a hint, closing in against the sides of my face. As my lips get back to your skin, I press them against your clit. I part them just enough for you to feel the fizz hit it, sparkling through your body. Each little bubble a tiny explosion against your most sensitive flesh. I can feel you jolt, your legs pressing more firmly against the sides of me, my hands gripping into them to hold you down. It’s only a moment for the initial rush to fade away. Then my tongue slowly brushes back and forth over you, soothing the tiny little bubbles away. I swallow the sip down, brushing my tongue over you once more.
I look up at you, smiling between your thighs as I reach for the bottle once again. This time, instead of taking a sip, I hold the tip of the bottle just above your clit. I bite my bottom lip, having pulled back just a hint. I tip the bottle, pouring just a little bit out over you. I watch as the golden liquid rolls out from the tip, and slowly down over you. It’s a little cold, fizzy, making you shudder as the little tingle courses through your entire body. I set the bottle back down and lean in, lapping up the champagne, rolling the tip of my tongue in a luxurious clockwise circle around your clit.
I follow the droplets down your folds with my tongue. Tasting the champagne mixing with your own slipperiness and letting out a deep, happy moan as my tongue parts you. You already taste so sweet, but mixing with the bubbly liquid is even hotter. I lap at you slowly, the tip of my tongue dipping inside you, feeling your tighten, then gliding out. I bring my right hand down from your thigh, moving between them. The tip of my middle finger slipping inside you as my tongue pulls out. I can feel your stomach tensing and releasing, you tightening around my finger. My tongue rolls up to your clit as my finger dips deeper, deeper. Swirling around your clit again as I split you with my finger, I know you’re close.
It’s then that I stop, gliding my finger out as I lap at your clit slowly once more, stand up straight between your legs. I smile as I reach up, pulling the two sides of my shirt together at your midsection and firmly pulling you back upright and off of the counter, your feet hitting the floor with a thud. You were close, I know that, but I want to let this build for a little longer.
“I’m not done with you yet.” I growl, pulling you with my by my destroyed shirt. I bring you the maybe 20 feet from the kitchen to the living room by my shirt. “Get over here.” I say, my voice is quiet, but my tone is on fire. We turn the corner into the living room where I pull you to me, your body hitting the front of mine with a thud. My head releasing my shirt so I can move both hands to your hips, gliding over them slowly, upwards along the inward curve of your waist. I lean in, kissing you warmly, my mouth open to yours when I feel your tongue dip inside my mouth, a little hint of a moan escaping your lips. I kiss back, just as eager to have you.
I pull back, roughly turning your hips again, moving you to face away from me. I push you forwards at the small of your back, your upper thighs hitting the arm of the soft couch. “Is this what you want?” I ask, moving in behind you. My hands finding the waist of my shorts, peeling them down along with my boxerbriefs. You can feel my spring free, bouncing outwards, hitting you between your thighs. “To have my way with your perfect fucking body?” My whisper is deep, intense. “Fuck you so good that you can’t move?” You can hear the smile in my voice even though you can’t see me as you’re faced away.
My hands reach out, pulling the hem of my shirt up and over your ass, letting it set on the top curve of it. My right hand moves up the side of your hips, up along your spine. Grasping a handful of your soft, sexy hair, I press your body forwards over the arm of the couch. “Mmm, you’re all mine.” I whisper, my left hand hitting your left cheek with a firm, loud slap. I look down, watching your flesh jiggle just a hint.
My left hand reaches for the base of my throbbing cock, my right pinning you down over the couch. I brush the head of my cock along the top of your ass, slowly gliding from your left cheek, over the top, to your right. My hips sliding back just enough to let me bring my cock down between your thighs, the heat of your opening begging me to enter. You can feel my smooth, throbbing pink tip against your entrance. Brushing back and forth over your lips for a moment before I press my hips inwards. My hand falling away as the head slips inside.
My left hand brushes over the side of your left cheek, my right hand still holding your hair, pressing you down into the soft cushions of the couch. I adjust my feel between yours as I press my hips inwards. My cock dipping into you slowly, feeling your wrap around me, molding to my flesh so tightly, taking me in. “Mmm, fuck, you feel so good, baby.” I whisper, hearing your little whimper and moan as I work myself into you. My hips pressing into your backside, my left hand against your hips, steadying you as I press further, feeling your ass mold to my hips, driving myself into you as deep as I can.
I hold there, letting you feel me throb inside you, my heart beating into you, into the soaked, warm, sweet little pussy. “Mmm, all mine.” I whisper, my hips rolling outwards slowly. I can feel your pussy tugging at me, wanting me back inside, but I’m not going to give you that just yet.
I’m out to where I started, just the head inside you. The feeling so intense. My cock so hard that I can barely stand it. My heart pounding, body so alert for you. You can feel me pressing you harder against the cushions just before I roll my hips back into you. It’s not fast, but it’s not exactly slow either. Like the first moment of a rollercoaster after you fall over the edge. Back out again, and back in. Faster. Hips hitting your perfect ass with a slap.
My toes dig into the ground as I find a rhythm. Your body hugging me so tightly. I can feel you starting to clench. Inhale, my cock rolling out of you. Rolling back in. Exhale, and the release of the sexiest little whimper that I’ve ever heard. It’s not going to stop until I get you exactly where I want you. Further down the rollercoaster, building speed.
My hand pulls at your long hair, wrenching your body upright, your back against my chest as I drive into you, pausing. “You look so fucking good in my shirt.” I whisper against your ear. “I’ve been thinking about having you all day. To make up for lost time” My breath quick, my body alight with yours. “Mmm, fuck!”
My hand presses you back down, you hit the cushion firmly as I roll my hips back out, and back in. Relentless. I can feel you tightening, your body rising and falling as your stomach tenses. Glancing down, I see your hands gripping into the couch cushions, I can hear you go quiet.
You’re at the bottom of the roller coaster. The part where you feel so heavy that you can’t move. You feel so heavy, like you’re sinking into the earth, but the sensation is so good and there’s nothing that I like more than doing that for you.
I can hear you release your breath with a moan of relief as the feeling washes over you. Pressing your body down, holding you into the soft couch as my cock fills you, even harder, thicker, deeper than ever as I make you shiver, cumming for me just how I want you to.
I don’t stop until I see your hands release the cushions of the couch, until I feel you release your extra tight grip around my cock. My hand giving you another tug upwards, burying myself inside you, bring your body up against mine. I turn your head, kissing you hungrily, moaning against your lips as you moan back against mine.
“I should get cleaned up. We can finish that champagne when I get out.” I say with a smile against your lips as your eyes pop open to mine.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8sj33s/mf_firstperson_cheating_light_roughness_saturday