This is Part Two from Quarantine. Start there, wait a day and read DAY 14 just like everyone else had to when I first wrote this. 🙂
Waking up early I did all the usual things a woman would do knowing she is going to have sex. Shower, shave, scrub, brush teeth, gargle, gargle some more and just to be safe take a snifF under the armpits. I shaved my legs, but kept my armpit hair and slowly growing bush.
Going back to bed I could not concentrate on masturbating and making myself cum. I was plenty wet regardless. I kept looking at the clock and as 9:50 am came I jumped up to go to the kitchen.
I wasn’t expecting him to be there making his morning coffee. He smiled, said good morning and asked if I needed anything. Nope, I said barely containing my nervousness. You can sit down, he gently commands. He tells me he wants to see my pussy so I sit with my heels on the edge of the chair to expose myself the best way I knew. I’m surprised at how much I cater to pleasing his whims.
I find myself wanting to touch myself and I caress the small bush that has been sprouting for the last two weeks. It’s soft and provides me a starting place of pleasure. We talk naturally. He stands up, still chatting and starts to massage my breast. He decides we should go to the couch with my head on his lap so he can play with my breasts while watches something on TV.
The couch is a long sectional and I have plenty of room to stretch my legs. He tells me to rub my clit and play with my pussy. I like that he tells me what to do.
Each breast gets kneaded and each nipple gets pinched and pulled. We have all day and he takes his time giving his undivided attention to my breasts. He still is clothed, but I can sense his dick become erect with hardness. I keep on concentrating on my clit narrowing down my focus to the tip of my finger on her. She is hard too. Occasionally I play inside myself exploring this cavern that is creating an ever more wet environment to play in.
Intermittently he voices his appreciation of my body. He loves my breast. My pussy is so pretty. Look at me…I’m such a little slut laying on the couch like this. I notice how much I enjoy being In the space of his steady presence.
We take a break, eat a snack and then his eyes move to the table. I take the non verbal cue and lay myself down. Yesterday he devoured me and I’m looking forward to the same, but instead of going down on me straight away he places himself on the side of the table, using one hand to take a nipple and the other to swat my pussy.
Stay open, he tells me. He keeps swatting her with a cupped hand and then suddenly sends me a smack right on the clit. It’s like an electric shock and I jerk. I think she likes, he say. Yes. She likes it. He teases me this way and it’s worth with it because when he finally stops he begins with gentle kisses.
My pussy starts pulsing and throbbing with the contrasting feather light kisses. He sucks gently on my clit, not flicking, only an inviting suck which brings warmth into my thighs. Next he inserts two fingers pressing on to my G-spot. It puts me into another dimension.
I can fell my pussy pressing and squeezing his fingers. I imagine he is observes this and knows it will feel the same on his cock. I urge him to fuck me, to fill me up with his hardness, but he is calm and resists me. He is not done tasting me and fingering me. Today he is not so rough with the fingering, instead he concentrates on pulsing on my G-spot. When he senses me he expertly and slowly moving the fingers out and watches me squirt. You are making a mess, he tells me.
Please fuck me.
He wants to rub the tip of his cock on my clit. I’m holding my breasts watching him. I feel the smooth tip rubbing against me. How can something be so soft and hard at the same time? My hips display their own rhythm, wants and needs. They want that cock inside and finally…finally….we are two people, two entities that are moving as one.
I’m so ready. My pussy is beyond lubricated. It’s walls are plush, soft and also strong in containing him. Our hips meet, my legs pull him deeper inside. We rest like that as he sucks on one breast. I hold is head. We can both feel my pulsing surrounding him.
He stands back up and pulls me more to the edge of the table. In and out, in and out with a starting gentle rhythm. It doesn’t last long and he is pushing into me so reach the deepest part of me. I let my arms fall to the side. I’m taken. My breasts sway and bounce. It’s so much…sex.
He pounds away.
I can feel he wants to cum. He pulls out and is at my mouth in an instant. My mouth is already there to greet his ready to explode cock. There is no in and out, just in. Once I taste himself I release my own fluids simultaneously, but continue sucking him with loving attention as if he is feeding me. We pause in this post orgasmic bliss of our bodies still connected, tingling and somewhat out there with his cock still resting in my mouth.
When he leaves me he lowers down to lay his head on my chest. He’s strong enough to pick me up and we go to his bed falling asleep naked and pleased.