One last fling

I gestured for my dog to come to me, but he seemed quite happy where he was. I didn't blame him. The smile on his face seemed to say "good choice". Rochester gave a happy yawn as I thought about it. It had been awhile. "I've had Rochester for 7 years now. Longer than I've had this place. I couldn't move without him, he's the best friend I've got." I thought about offering her a drink, but we had both had a couple. Not so much that I shouldn't have been driving, but still, I didn't want to be drunk. The experience of her was a vivid and fantastic one. I leaned clumsily over my dog to kiss her, hoping that things would be led out of the living room soon.
 
I saw him leaning over and met his lips for a kiss, and while his dog was a beautiful pet, I certainly wasn't here to play with the dog. I coaxed the dog off my lap as I stood and smiled, "Shall we take this to the bedroom?" I hoped the dog would nap or someting, there would be nothing worse now than his pet pawing the door and whining.
 
I nodded without saying a word. I had been trying to keep cool before, but now my body language was pure hunger. It had gone from "maybe I'm interested" to "whatever you say, ma'am!" I went to the kitchen and found Rochester's favorite chew toy, a squeaky bunny that was likely the least masculine item I had ever purchased for any reason at all. Rochester was very reluctant to get off of the new lady who smelled incredibly nice and was paying him more attention than a lot of women I'd brought home had. I once had to tell a girl to leave because she called him a "big ugly slobbery thing". As I said, he's my best friend. As my best friend, I figured he'd be very understanding about taking her away from him. "C'mon Rochester, get the bunny, get the bunny..." He gave me a patronizing look as he went to get the chew toy, as if he was only doing it to humor me. Once she stood up, I wrapped my arms around her again, feeling her hard nipples against me, even the spot of wetness that had gone through her dress. Even the time spent sitting around hadn't made us any less ready. I opened my bedroom door revealing a room done up mostly in black with red satin sheets. It was very simple but very comfortable. "Do you want to move onto the bed?" I asked.
 
The door was kicked shut and I sensed that the dog was relunctant about sharing me and I found it amusing and charming as we moved into a very masculine, very much bacheleor bedroom, dark furniture, huge bed, satin sheets. It screamed room of seduction, and for a moment I wondered how many women his dog had chased away.

"Well I don't know about you, but I want to feel those sheets against my bare skin." I leaned in against him feeling his body against mine as I took a long soft heated kiss as I tugged at his shirt and felt his hand move to the zipper of my dress. Not that I was wearing much underneath the simple black lace teddy that cupped my full breasts and was holding up my silk stockings. I wondered if he was a boxer of brief man myself as I managed to pull off his shirt annoyed that he had to move his hands to take it off, but then the view of his chest was more than worth the trouble.
 
I unzipped her and she was down to her lace teddy that accentuated a marvellous pair of breasts and stockings that accentuated a marvelous pair of legs. As she removed her shirt and ran her hands down my muscular chest, I cupped her breasts, feeling the nipples through what little fabric covered them. I wanted to enjoy the proccess of undressing and foreplay,although my erection was already threatening to slice through my pants.
 
It was odd, that while we had fucked completely dressed in the car, right now I felt much more naughty clad in the black teddy holding my breasts in place. I felt sexy, desirable and I was really liking how his fingers were playing instead of yanking his pants down. My fingers ran along his waist line feeling the hard plane of muscles tense as my fingers skimmed lower, feeling the slick tip of his cock as I popped the top button of his pants off. I kicked off my shoes somehow and I could feel my black silken stockings sensually hugging my legs as they gripped his thighs.
 
I couldn't keep my pants on any longer, my cock needed freedom. The tortures it had been through being without this beauty for even the few minutes we had spent near each other without fucking. I felt the smooth fabric of her stockings as they rubbed against me, and her breasts hardening in my hands. She was too much. I began to help her out of the bustier so they could be right there for me to play with. "I want you now. I want you so much," I whispered, before putting my tongue in her ear and rolling it around.
 
I smiled and helped him out of his clothes, and enjoyed that he was as hot as I was. The man knew how to use his tongue and all I could do was moan and pull him closer. I was hot to trot and leaned back on the bed, for the moment I was content to be under him again, my legs wrapped around him. So far he had proved very resilient and I had no worries about being completely exhausted by the end of the night. I was kissing and licking his shoulder and neck, nipping lightly when he did something that made me hotter and sent tingles all along my skin. "I want you," was a husky little murmur sometime in the mix.
 
Back
Top