He grabs her hand and pulls her into the pantry. The suddenness of it leaves her weightless and her stomach drops like she had just gone down a rollercoaster. Before she can regain her composure, he grabs her hips and pulls her in close. She can feel the heat coming off his semi-hard cock. Already, she feels her lace panties getting wet with anticipation. She knows that everyone is just outside, but she doesn’t care. He brings up a hand, slowly hugging the curves of her body, resting his hand upon her neck. With slight careful pressure, he grabs her by the throat and lifts her lips to his. A shiver runs down the back of her spine and her heart skips a beat. His lips gently caress hers and his tongue playfully dances with hers. She feels his breathing deepen, low heavy breaths which she begins to mimic. As they continue the erotic dance with their lips, she feels him rub his, now fully erect, member up against her thigh. She feels the outline of his throbbing cock pass against her increasingly wet pussy. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him towards her womanhood. As he continues to slowly stroke his cock against her, she feels the tip of his dick casually play up against her clit. He removes his hand from her neck and slides it back down her body, stopping briefly on her breasts. His hand slides down her stomach and she feels his fingers sliding further.
Author: undercovererotica
Broken Promises
“This should have been fixed months ago,” she mutters under her breath as the faucet, yet again, begins to leak. She recounts her husband, Eric, promising that he would take care of it before the holidays. But here we are, mid December, and she’s still dealing with it. She doesn’t remember the last time her husband touched a tool… aside from his own. He seems much more interested in touching his alone than than ever touch her. But that’s not the problem at hand, she thinks. This faucet will be dealt with today! When Eric leaves for work she will be calling a plumber. She’s had the card of a local handyman atop their dresser for weeks and Eric has not noticed- or doesn’t seem to care. Much like the new lingerie she has been wearing to spice things up in the bedroom, it has been largely ignored.
Eric leaves for work. A measly peck on the cheek and a rehearsed “I love you, too” and he’s gone. Time to get to work! She plans to surprise Eric by taking the initiative by fixing the faucet herself and then greet him from work with the newest addition to her lingerie collection. Something he can’t ignore. She’s seen his search history for his “long showers” and knows what he’s into now.
Just Friends
His hands warm against my inner thigh, I feel his trembling fingers. My pussy aching for him to slide his hand between my legs. He slowly curls and uncurls his digits, rubbing my skin, unknowingly pulling the fabric of my tight leggings against my wetting lips.
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I slide my hand up her leg, far enough up her soft inner thigh I can feel her warmth, but far enough away to pretend it wasn’t on purpose. Will she enjoy my touch? Will she pull away? We’ve always had an unspoken sexual attraction, but will she accept my advances? I drag my fingers up and down. Extending and retracting them, again treading a line between intent and feigned absent mindedness. I feel her tense slightly. Her warmth hot against the top of my hand.
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His touch causes the muscle in my thigh to tighten. Does he know what he’s doing? Is he just casually moving his hands or… is he testing my response? I pretend to clear my throat quietly as to excuse my next move; I sink down further into the couch, turn my body slightly towards his, and rest my my leg over his. My legs spread slightly. An invitation…if he was wanting one.