So as I lay in my bed that night, revelling in the sexual anticipation and arousal. I needed a plan, and this time I was going to nail it. A pampering session, I think. He loves my smooth pussy, it makes me feel so good . The lingerie, the shoes and finally, what am I going to do to him. He is very happy just to be my sex toy a lot of the time and, when he’s with me, my orgasms are off the scale.
I am not sure what it is about him. He’s a bit plumper than I would normally like, and his face has certainly been lived in. He’s not rich, but he does have a big dick and he listens to what I want in the bedroom. As I think of his gorgeously thick member deep inside me, I start to rub my breasts, then move a hand down to gently tease between my legs. My clit swells and waves of pleasure grow. My hand goes back to my breasts, and my impressive nipples grow to their full, hard and deliciously sensitive max. I delicately rub them with increasing pressure and, finally, roll them gently between finger and thumb.
I am close so close, but I know just a few gentle circles of my clit and I’ll be there. Colours swirl around my brain – reds, purples starbursts of gold. I rub my g spot for a while, deepening the intensity of the colours flying around my brain. My rising orgasm is so close. Three gentle circles of my clit and, I am there, the eagle has landed. Another one of his euphemisms, but that one is growing on me. Maybe I need help.
Friday rolls around I am up early. Hubby heads off on the bike to the station, so I know he will be hitting the pubs in town before he even thinks of getting his train. My day just gets better. I get in my office and finish all the work by eleven thirty. Now it’s play time.
I strip off and walk upstairs to inspect myself in the mirror. Now, a little older but still in my prime, I love the fact that I am confident in my body. I think that came with maturity, but it certainly doesn’t hurt the way that my lover boy looks at me.
It’s silly and I don’t take it seriously but hey, it can’t hurt. Time is ticking by, I ‘m not ready, but let’s not do a white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.
I have some lunch and prepare some food to feed each other later. There is something really sensual about feeding a naked lover, but not forgetting the possibilities certain foods offer. I dress. I dress for him. I know how turned on he gets by the lace waspie suspender belt, and one of my black balcony bras. Well, to be honest, it does it for both of us in different ways.
It’s a quarter to two, and I am ready. Fishnet stockings and red fuck me pumps finish the ensemble, and I feel hot. I stand and look in the mirror, and I put myself in his shoes. I am a good looking woman, and I spend time looking after myself. To him, I am Freya, Aphrodite and Venus. I hear the sound of his truck crunching on the drive, and that drags me back from my dream world. It’s so sweet when he tries to be quiet, and surprise me. He’s just so clumsy, but such a sensitive lover.
He stumbles around the house like a rogue elephant. I do try to look surprised when he finds me, but I just can’t do it with a straight face. He finally comes into the bedroom and the way he looks at me, man we are in for a good afternoon. I push him back against the wall and place a finger against his lips, gently stroking it away. I stick a hip out and let him drink me in with his eyes. He’s a very visual guy. He drinks me in but has to be reminded, it’s my time now.
I open his fly and release the beast. Yes, another one of his sayings. He is fully erect, and I take him deeply into my mouth. Then, I lick his balls and go back to his big hard cock. I work up and down taking him deep, and licking the underside of his little head with my tongue. His groans are coming faster and harder. I slow down and let him out of my fiery, lipsticked mouth. Gently blowing on the end of his dick, I swallow him again and work to his eruption. I stand up brushing fully engorged nipples on his rough work shirt, bringing a moan of pleasure from me. I kiss him hard on the mouth our tongues darting and duelling. I feel longing in my sex and, as I look down, he is growing again.
It’s going to be some afternoon…