After dinner
We have just returned from a wonderful meal at a nice restaurant,
marvellous atmosphere and exotic music. The ride home
has been tense with anticipation, the tension heightened
from the time I had reached across taken your hand and licked
the dessert from your fingers.
You offer coffee, which I accept and you move off to put the
jug on. I take the opportunity to get up and stretch as well
and end up behind you in the kitchen as you lean against the
sink to fill the jug. I put my arms around your waist and you
lean back into me, then look around at me with a smile on your
face and say "I'm happy to see you too".
We cuddle a moment more then you plug the jug in, my arms encircle
you closer and slide under your shirt, your smooth skin
cool to the touch. My cheek is resting against your hair
and the odour of you excites me.
I nuzzle the nape of your neck and you tilt your head to allow
me better access, and I find that sweet spot on the side of
your throat that you like so much.
My hands, ever busy, have been caressing your belly and
round to your back and then return to the front again moving
slowly yet inevitably upwards. Finally through the material
of your bra I feel the stiffening of your nipples and my left
hand slides up under the bra and envelops your breast, circling
it as best I can in the confines in which it is deliciously
trapped.
The jug has started to gurgle a little as it warms up and it
seems I have warmed you a little as well as you push your pert
little bum back into my groin. My right hand moves down over
your shorts and between your thighs and you seem undecided
as to push against it or back onto my hardness. I stroke you
through your skirt and feel the warmth of you through the
thickness of the cloth.
Then I move back up to your skin but my hand wanders along
the line of your skirt teasing to find a way in, you oblige
by sucking in for a moment and my hand is halfway down before
you can blink. It is a tight fit and there is little room for
movement so I withdraw my hand undo the button and loosen
the zip and this time as I slide my hand in slowly I sneak in
under the panty elastic and delight in the feel of your patch.
After a moment revelling in the general area I surreptitiously
advance lower and let my fingers conjure up the image of
your lips in my minds eye. The jug is starting to hum a little
now as the heat builds up, there is that low simmering noise.
My hand gently explores and your lips gradually open up
to allow me access and as my fingers slide gently through
their folds they seem to be grabbed and pulled deeper in.
Initially I try to stay away from sliding deeper but inexorably
my fingers are drawn in deeper and finally dip into that
tunnel so sweet, you moan lightly as I break through and
thrust forward onto me.
While my fingers slip in and out you are still a little dry
but I know how to fix that. I turn you slightly around so that
I can access your front and pull your top over your head,
your bra follows moments later and the skirt hits the floor
scant seconds after.
By now the jug is getting into it's rhythm and I echo
its mood and turn my attentions back to where they belong.
My right hand is again burrowing its way back to the folds
it so dearly loves to fondle, glazing over the bud at the
head of your slit. You squirm against this pressure and
still you are not as wet as you can be, I use my secret weapon
and turn you so that I am able to kiss your breasts. I flick
them lightly with my tongue and pluck at your nipple with
my lips. Your sighs are a delight to hear and you pull my head
in closer, and ever eager to please I envelop your breast
in my mouth and suck on it as if possessed flicking my tongue
around the nipple at the same time.
My right hand is still dipped into your depths and at the
same time as I engulf your breast they feel the warmth of
your juices flooding around them. This is better as now
they can move more freely in and out of you and slip easily
up and down between your lips.
I pay more attention to your bud and circle around and around
it as you rhythmically pump forward and back your hands
on the edge of the bench to balance you. The jug is starting
to rumble now getting into its work and signalling it is
almost there.
With my left hand caressing your breasts and also trying
to hold onto you at the same time I increase the tempo of my
right fingers and I feel you start to come to the boil as well.
Little by little I also increase the pressure and frequency
of my strokes and you respond by pushing harder and harder
against my hand.
By now the jug is into full boil and you try to ignore it but
at the same time you know that you should turn it off, but
it continues to roil on. You reach out to turn it off but you
lose the pressure against my twiddling fingers and your
put your hand back on the bench so as to be able to push and
still the jug screams on. You reach once more for the switch
and as you do the lid of the jug flies off and clatters to the
bench and this seems to trigger that final moment and you
buck hard and fast before tensing and then almost collapsing
as the wave of sensation washes over you.
I reach over and turn off the jug then gather you in my arms,
my hand glides between your legs again and as it touches
your sweet spot you twitch with a smaller version of what
just passed and the waves diminish slowly with each stroke
I make.
Finally you turn kiss me deeply and then just lean on me.
After a while I bend down a little, circle you round the backside,
and as I lift you up your legs entwine behind my back.
"Now what"? you ask, I just smile carry you over
to the table and deposit you on it. You look into my eyes smile
and then lay back.
"Now" I say, "I'm going to start all
over again" and lower my head between your thighs..........
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