May 11, 2008
I decided to paint my nails whilst J lay back on the bed recovering. I asked J to get up and bring me some cotton balls from the bathroom so I could do my toe nails as well, but then my daughter called to say she was on her way home from her friends. I told J he’d have to get dressed and start sorting out something for dinner, and that I would forget about my toe nails and make a move before either of the kids arrived home. I called S to ask if it was too early for me to come round and he replied that “of course not, the longer I can have you with me, the better”. So I hurriedly pulled on my boots and coat, kissed J goodnight and made my way round the corner for the short walk to S’s house.
I laughed when he opened his door and greeted me wearing just an apron. As we embraced he said he’d just stepped out of the shower when I’d called and decided he’d better quickly start preparing our meal rather than waste time putting clothes on. He gasped when he unbuttoned my coat, telling me I looked “incredible, simply amazing”. I knew my top was completely see-through and I could feel my nipples already stretching against the fabric as he stroked his hands over me and began kissing me again. And as he continued to pull me against him I could feel his erection poking against me under his apron. I was still giggling as he stepped back and took my coat from me, and then even more so as he turned around to hang it on the post at the foot of the stairs and I could see his bare bottom.
He led me into the living room and passed me a glass of wine from the table which was neatly laid out complete with candles, and told me again how fantastic I looked. He wanted more kisses, but said he already had the steaks under the grill, I followed him into the kitchen, playfully slapping his bum as he stood by the grill. I told him I “didn’t often have the chance to see a man cook, and certainly not dressed as nicely as this”.
It was fun just standing in the kitchen, talking and watching and topping up our wine, I felt really relaxed and told S I was very impressed.
The meal was actually really nice, and we chatted and ate almost as though we were in a restaurant, except of course that S was sitting across from me wearing nothing other than an apron. We were on our second bottle of wine before S suggested we go through to the front room. He took off his apron and led me to the sofa. We stood kissing for a moment before he started trying to find the zip of my skirt. I handed him my glass and then unzipped myself and let my skirt fall to the floor. He was instantly on his knees in front of me, kissing and then licking at me and pulling me closer into him. I was already feeling very aroused anyway, but now as he pushed me gently down onto the sofa I felt really wet and loved the feeling of his tongue and mouth sucking on me. He lifted my feet up so that my boots were resting on the edge of the sofa cushion as he knelt on the floor in front of me. I told him I wanted to take my boots off, but he said “No !! Leave them on, I want you to leave them on!” He was licking at my clit and sliding his fingers into me at the same time and I was gasping and groaning. I spread my knees as wide as I could and was reaching down to hold his head against me as he licked and sucked. I came really quickly, crying out and clamping his face against my pussy, before pushing him away and sliding back into the corner of the sofa. S left me curled-up for some time, sitting down next to me and stroking my shoulder and arm. When I eventually recovered enough to turn over and sit up he passed me my wine and said “let’s go up, it’ll be much more comfortable upstairs”.
I started up the stairs, with S following me and this time slapping me on my bum cheeks as I took each step. I stopped at the top and lent forward a little, teasingly telling him it was nice but he’d have to smack a little harder if he was trying to get me aroused again. I could sense the excitement in his voice when he said “you mean you like it?”. I urged him to try it a little harder still and he responded by slapping a little more firmly, but I was wiggling my hips and saying “harder than that please!”. He smacked at me a few more times, each smack a little harder than the last, before I walked on into the bedroom. I was tingling and he was saying “your bum is really red”. We rolled onto the bed together, giggling and laughing and with me telling him “you’d better kiss me better then”.
He was really excited and turned me over onto my back to slide up to me and ask “do you really like that?” I was really enjoying the feeling of turning him on so much and I lay back pushing him back down to my pussy. I was loving the feeling of him licking me again and I reached back over my head to hold onto the rail of the bedhead, arching my back and lifting my hips up off the bed so that his tongue could slide all the way around me. I still had my top, and my boots on, and he was holding my legs down with one hand on each ankle . . . I was gasping out for him to “eat me out, tongue me inside” and telling him “I love it, I can’t move like this”. He lifted away and started to slide up towards me, but I told him to keep holding me like he was “I want my cunt sucked more”. He grasped me by my ankles again and slid his face back down to my pussy again and I kept arching my hips up off the bed and pushing myself into him. I wanted to push his face into me more, but was imagining my hands and ankles were tied to the bed and I just gripped the rail harder and pushed out my hips faster and faster until I came again with huge gasps and cries. I rolled over onto my side, curling my legs up almost to my tummy groaning and rocking back and forth. When I have such a huge come I just have to roll myself up into a ball and lie still to recover.
S pulled himself up behind me, cuddling into my back and kissing me on my neck and shoulders. Sometimes I just don’t want any touches or kisses at all though when I’m like this, so I asked him just to “lie still for awhile”. He kept whispering questions though, and eventually I came round enough to make sensible answers. I could feel him still hard, as he would occasionally shift and squirm and rub himself against my bum cheeks. I told him to lie still for a little while longer and I would sort him out.
He just kept saying how incredible I was though, and then I felt him get up off the bed and then return a few moments later. I suddenly jumped as I felt his cold hand rubbing gel between my cheeks. I was still lying on my side, telling him I couldn’t move yet, but he replied that it was ok, and that he’d always wanted to try this position. I felt him lifting my right leg a little and his fingers sliding around me. He’d knelt down on the bed beside me and spread my cheeks a little more and then I felt his cock pushing against me. I tried to keep the position for him but perhaps because I was on my side, or perhaps because it was too soon, I couldn’t take him in. It just wasn’t comfortable.
He lay down behind me again and just cuddled me. We talked for quite awhile until the gentle stroking of his hands over my tummy and then up to my boobs started to get me aroused again. I turned round on my side to face into him and asked him to take my top off, but he just lent forward and started sucking at my nipples through the lace. I was squirming again, and enjoying the sensation of him sucking and chewing at me through the fabric. He was breathing faster and faster and I asked him what he wanted me to do. He said “I want you to turn over”, so I lifted myself up and reached up to the bedhead again, but this time facing the wall and kneeling up on my knees. I felt him first rubbing himself against my clit and then as I pushed back against him his cock slid easily into my pussy. We rocked back and forth like this, him pushing longer, and me groaning louder. Then I felt him pull out and could tell he was reaching for more gel again. This time I was much more relaxed and ready and after that first initial straining push I felt myself lifting back against him and then him stroking gently forwards… pulling back… stroking forwards again.
I could hear myself groaning louder and louder. I really need to let myself go when I’m like this, and I was crying out that I loved it, and I needed it. I could hear him grunting with each stroke as well and then I just felt myself letting go completely, screaming out “fucking hell, fucking coming, fucking coming”. I fell forward, pulling myself off him and burying my head into the pillows as I screamed and shuddered. He fell on top of me at first and then rolled off to end up by my side. I could feel the wetness dribbling off my cheeks and between my legs as I shuddered from side to side, too much wetness to be just from the gel and I knew he’d come this time as well.
I woke up just after two o’clock, the bedside lamp was still on and I could clearly see the time on the digital clock on the bedside cabinet. S was lying on his tummy next to me, exactly where we’d fallen next to each other. I swung off the bed and went to the bathroom. He was still lying in the same position when I returned. I sat down next to him on the bed and had to shake him to wake him up. He wanted me to stay of course, but didn’t protest too much when I told him I really did have to go home. I told him I was quite happy to walk the short distance home on my own, but he insisted on getting dressed and escorting me.
We went downstairs for me to gather my coat. I didn’t bother to put my skirt back on, I just rolled it up and pushed it down into my bag. It was freezing as we walked down the road and round the corner into my street. We exchanged a quick kiss at my gate and I thanked him for dinner, he thanked me for “an incredible time”.
J was asleep on the sofa when I walked into the front room, but woke up when I knelt down to give him a kiss on the cheek. He’d pulled a duvet cover that I’d left drying on the radiator over himself, so he’d obviously gotten cold whilst he’d been waiting for me, but he asked me what time it was, and if I’d had a good time. He sat-up as I took my coat off and asked why I’d put my top back on but not my skirt. I said “I never got to take my top off actually, nor my boots !!” I sat down next to him and he reached up saying “well you can take it off now while you tell me all about it”. Even though my walk had completely woken me up, I was too tired and tender to be able to enjoy any more touches, but just sitting down next to him and stroking him to come as I told him about my evening, made me feel special and wonderful all over again.
Best wishes - EDITH
Submitted by: Edith - UK