2004-10-28
Sweet D Comes Home
So I was lying in bed last night masturbating next to my sleeping wife when I started having this fantasy about D, who happened to wear those knee-high leather boots yesterday, yummmm.
My wife had taken the kids for a vacation while D’s husband was out of town on business. During the usual office banter, I told D we should get together for some dinner after work, who likes going home to an empty house?…
On the way to dinner, we get a little side tracked and head over to the NASCart track, for a little racing and rubbing before dinner. With smiles on our faces and our adrenalin still coursing through our veins, we arrive at a casual bar and grill for some dinner. I could feel that fun and excitement of good date growing; the casual laughter, the brightness in the eyes and always the uncontrolled smiling. I know she is a margarita fan and I made sure that we both had plenty.
I was actually quite surprised when she accepted my invitation for a nightcap, but by this time, we were both bubbly and really enjoying each other’s company. But the bigger surprise was that she kissed me first. We had been talking and enjoying another drink when she pulled up close to me and looking at me with her bright, azure eyes gave me a passionate kiss that curled my toes! I could not help myself but kiss back and from that moment our fate was sealed, as my cock had been ready to burst my pants from the moment she first agreed to have dinner with me. As we kissed she slowly slid her hand down and felt it through my pants.
Almost without thought, I scooped her up and carried her, still kissing with her arms around my neck to my connubial bed. I laid her down and slowly started the process of undressing her, feasting my eyes upon each of her hidden treasures. Her ample breasts, firm ass and hairless pussy were a sight to behold.
Almost before I had removed her soaking wet thong, I found myself feasting on the sweet nectar of her womanhood. While my wife will not let me come close to her, sweet D was enthusiastic and was quickly grinding her pussy against my face begging me to eat her dripping cunt. I could feel the burning heat of her desire as I slid two fingers into her love tunnel. Her clit was swollen and begging to be licked and nipped as I begin to ram those fingers deep inside her. As she moaned and screamed her delight, I slowed my digital assault and, while I continued to playfully work on her clit, began to search inside palpating for her G-spot. I knew I had found it when her bright blue eyes burned with a new flame and we had that eye contact, her looking down across her breasts and flat stomach to my eyes with my face buried deep in her sex. From there, it did not take long. While never breaking eye contact, guttural moans began to escape her lips, she ground her cunt harder against my face and finally bucked her hips, lifting them six inches off the bed as orgasmic waves rushed through her supple body.
After a moment to regain her composure, she rolled me over and virtually ripped my clothes from my body. Licking her own juices off of my chin, she kissed her way down to my neatly shaved cock. Swallowing it down, she returned some of my oral pleasuring until my cock was again fully erect, twitching with excitement, and glistening with saliva. Seeing that I was ready, sweet D climbed on top of me and, forcefully impaling herself on my manhood, ground her hips until I was buried to the hilt, deep inside her tight snatch. She rode me like a crazed cowgirl, bucking her hips, dragging her wet pussy over my abdomen and thighs, and contorting her body to feel the head of my cock pressing against every square inch of her velvety slice of heaven. Dear God, I wanted it to last, but it had been too long since I had such lustful, passionate sex. As D peaked with another orgasm her quivering pussy sent me over my limit and I filled her. She continued to grind and work her hips, milking me of every drop of my seed. As she was on top, our combined juices ran out of her and across me.
She finally collapsed on top of me. Her hair in my face smelled sweet, yet pungent as her cowgirl act caused her to workup a sweat. I held her close and kissed the top of her head. The last things I remember are her steely blue eyes looking at me, and her tender lips moving toward me for another passionate kiss…
-- rockabillie at 10:34 a.m.