1 comments/ 5031 views/ 1 favorites Surprise Sleepover Ch. 01 By: Nipplesandknickers I step out of the bath. I'm light-headed, the water was too hot and the room is full of steam. I feel really relaxed now. I take a warm towel from the radiator to wrap around my body and a second which I use for my hair. In the bedroom I dry off. I rub cocoa butter over my breasts, stomach and bottom adding a little extra over the now exposed, shaven flesh of my mound, before slipping into vest and shorts pjs. The brief sensation of my fingers gliding over my skin has brought my nipples to attention, but I ignore it. Barefoot, I wander downstairs to the kitchen where I pour myself a glass of wine before taking a seat on the sofa and scrolling through the TV guide. Its a little after 9.30, too early for bed and I want to delay the masturbation session I have planned until later when there's a chance you'll be online to chat or share pictures with. I find something to watch, total chick flick which I've seen before (a perfect distraction) and settle down. A few minutes later my phone beeps. The sight of your name on my screen is exciting and I hurriedly open the message. "I'm 2 minutes away. Are you home?" I tap a reply.. "Of course I'm home. You're coming here????" My heart is pounding, I can't believe you would just turn up, I almost think you're joking but decide I can't risk it. I sprint up the stairs to check myself in the mirror seeing my hair is a mass of damp unbrushed curls, I have no make on and am wearing pjs. I consider my options, I clearly don't have time to get changed and put make up on so I settle for moisturiser and lip gloss. Im hastily picking up the towels on the bedroom floor when my phone beeps again. "I'm here, come let me in" I run back down the stairs again and open the door. My still racing heart leaps as our eyes meet and you produce a megawatt smile for me. "Hey you" I step back to let you in and I can see you assessing me, eyeing up how much flesh I have exposed but also how flustered I am by your surprise appearance. As you pass me you brush your lips against mine. It's only the briefest second, just long enough for me to smell your aftershave. You stroll inside towards the kitchen, removing your jacket as you go. You glance at the television as you pass through the living room and tut loudly at the chick flick on the screen "you don't expect me to watch that, do you?" Closing the door, I follow you into the kitchen and watch you hang your jacket over a chair before grabbing a glass from the cupboard and helping yourself to my wine, making yourself at home. I tell you I wasnt expecting to see you and might've made more effort if I'd known you'd be coming round. "No point dressing up for me Princess," you say taking my wrist and pulling me in for a kiss. "If anything, I'd say you're a bit over-dressed." I laugh and try to push away from you but don't put up much resistance when you hold me tighter, mostly because the tensing of the muscles in your arms is irresistible. I relax into you again as you wrap your arms around me properly, kissing me slowly and snaking a hand around to squeeze my ass. "Nice Pjs" you say "I have to be up early but I thought I'd come for a sleepover, if that's ok?" I nod the and tell you that sounds like a good plan to me. "Great" you say, letting go of me "I brought my toothbrush and everything." It's only then that I notice a bag youve brought with you, on the floor. "Oh really? Confident i see. What else you got?" "I was going to show you later but as you ask..." You start taking all your things out of the bag - t-shirt, boxers, toothbrush, the usual stuff. But then you produce a tub of Ben and Jerrys, your iPod and bar of Dairy Milk. I laugh when I see what you brought with you. "All the essentials for later" you say. "And for now?" "Now, I thought we were watching some girly crap and drinking this wine, but you can have this chocolate." You throw the ice cream in the freezer, kick off your shoes and we go back into the living room together. We chat through what's left of the film I'd been watching, sat snuggled up on the sofa, sharing the chocolate but as the film ends you declare that it's bedtime. Upstairs you put your IPod on through my dock, strip down to your boxers and we climb into bed. You won't tell me what's on the playlist but I've got a fair idea. We kiss all the way through the first couple of tracks- some snow patrol and something I didn't recognise. "I think the ice cream will be ready to eat now" you say, pulling yourself up to sitting and grabbing the tub and spoon from the bedside table. You feed me spoon after spoonful, only occasionally taking any for yourself. When I tell you that you should have more of it you say you're waiting till I'm done. "I've had enough then." "Right, my turn it is!" And I know what you have in mind. Putting the tub down, you kiss me, push my vest up over my breasts and pull it off as I raise my arms in the air compliantly. You pull the duvet from my legs and order me to lie down and roll over on to my front. I comply. I feel you shift. The iPod stops abruptly before stirring back to life with Luke Sital-Singh's Fail for you. I'm facedown, eyes closed, both my hands behind my head, holding my hair off my neck, just as you have asked me to. I can feel you looking at me, hear your breathe, slow and steady. I'm waiting for you to touch me for what seems like an age while you take your time studying me. You drag your eyes down over me, looking at my hands in my hair and think that on another occasion you must remember to tie them there, a classic surrender pose. The thought is distracting. Slowly you take in every detail of my neck and naked back, noticing the small amount of breast visible to you pushed against the mattress. The curve of my ass is hidden from view in my pyjamas, for now at least. Finally you're placing your warm hand on the back of my neck, squeezing gently before you start stroking with your fingertips over my back. I feel my nipples tighten as a wave of goosebumps wash over me. Without breaking contact, you move to straddle me. My thighs are squeezed together creating a welcome pressure between my legs where my arousal is already starting to build. Moments later, you pause your stroking and I feel your weight on me and your breath on my neck before you kiss me and my tummy is filled with butterflies, as so often happens. The heat of your bare chest against my back feels perfect. So much so, that I'm disappointed when you take it away again. That's when it happens. The first sensation of melting ice cream being poured directly from the tub, hits me between my shoulder blades. I jump at the wet cold burst against my skin and laugh, I feel it start to slide down along my spine before a second dose is delivered just a little lower. You move a little and then your mouth is on me, licking and cleaning me with long luxurious strokes, sucking the ice cream from my skin. I struggle to stay still. "You taste good Princess, are you ready for more?" You whisper in my ear and I nod as much as my position allows. Clearly satisfied that I am enjoying the experience, you scoop some ice cream from the tub onto my back, sliding it up and down my spine with your fingers before licking it up again. The feeling is both exciting and soothing. You do this several times, venturing a little lower each time until you can go no further, at which point you encourage me to lift my hips a little so that you're able to wiggle my pjs down and off. You push my legs apart and reposition yourself between them. I know that you are just looking at me, exposed and I wonder if my shaven pussy is visibly wet, even in the low lighting. I register the ending of Why I was born by Gene on the iPod and I'm momentarily distracted in trying to work out from the intro what the next track is but I don't have long. My concentration is pulled by the freezing sensation of ice cream running down from the cleft of my ass, followed by your fingers, followed by your tongue. Second time around there's more and it runs over my tight entrance and down to pool with the wetness of my pussy. I gasp as you trace it's path with your tongue, licking at my pussy only briefly as I raise my hips before returning your attention to my ass. This time, with the melting icecream on your fingers you work at my tight hole, slowly and gently until you're pushing into me and I'm panting and pushing against you. Eventually it's hard to know what sensation is fingers and which is your tongue and I'm desperate to roll over, pull you forward and drive your cock into my neglected, dripping sex. Luckily for me, you much prefer to be able to see my pleasure on my face and you are equally desperate to see my breasts and have them in your mouth. ... Surprise Sleepover Ch. 02 Slowly you turn me over and return to your position between my legs. I reach out for you. "Come here?" "In a minute, I like it here.", you say smirking and gently knocking my hands away from you. You know there's a bit of me still unused to being this exposed and I would rather have you on top of me. You're not sure for a tiny moment where to start. You rest your hands on my knees as you decide, looking me over. My eyes are on you, my chest rises and falls as I try to regain my composure and my nipples are pointing towards the ceiling, hard as always. You run your hands slowly over my thighs, contemplating not stopping when you reach the top. You can see how wet and inviting my pussy looks. Your cock is oozing and pushing against your boxers too, everything calling for attention. You decide not to stop when you hands get to the top of my thighs. Instead, you lean forward a little and allow your thumbs to touch me, opening me, allowing your tongue easy access to my slick hard clit as you close your mouth over me, licking and sucking teasingly slowly. My back arches, willing you to go harder, faster and i moan slightly, clenching my fists against the sheets. You raise your eyes to mine. You won't be rushed because you love to see me worked up and desperate for more so if anything you decide to slow down further. You break away for a moment and grab the ice cream tub. It's not empty but what's left is melted. "Close your eyes" You say softly. I do as I'm told and hold my breath as your pour a wiggly line of liquid ice cream over my breasts and straight down to my hot pussy, filling my belly button on the way. My nipples ache to be touched now and as you return your attention to lapping the ice cream from the dripping folds of my sex, I touch them myself rubbing the cold ice cream back and forth over my whole breast and squeezing my nipples. Again you feel my back arching, asking for more, again you hear gasps and moans and find my eyes with yours. "Anyone would think you were desperate, babe" you say, laughing. I stick my tongue out at you. "Now there's an idea" You whisper against my skin. You begin licking upwards, dipping your tongue into my belly button before coming up towards my breasts. I frown when you stop short and pull away from me, getting off the bed. But then you step out of your boxers and I see your hard cock, shining with precum and I smile at you again. I sit up and swing my legs down off the bed . You step forward and I put my arms out to you, but rather than presenting your cock to my mouth, you get down on your knees between my legs. As we kiss i hold you firmly between my thighs and my arms are around your neck, pulling you closer. My breasts feel sticky with ice cream and hot pushed up against your chest. You put your hands on my ass and pull me right to the edge of the bed, now there's no air between us and your erection is pushing against me, bruising me. I am so desperate to feel you inside me. I try to move a little to feel your cock push against my clit which is longing for more attention, knowing you will slide easily in the wetness and be enveloped by my sex. You hold me in place, kissing me harder and deeper, bringing your hands up to bury them in my hair. "Please" I ask, gasping for breath. "Not yet" You ease your hold of me and dip to take a nipple in your mouth, nipping a little with your teeth and making me jolt. Only when you feel each nipple has received enough licking, nibbling and sucking and I'm again, arching my back, gasping and moaning, do you pull away and stand up. I waste no time in taking your thick cock in my hand and hungrily guiding as much as I can handle into my mouth. Usually I would begin by slowly licking and kissing you, gradually taking you in my mouth little at a time, working up to taking longer deeper strokes. Tonight I have to force myself to slow down. You have taken such a long time pleasuring me, I want to make you equally lightheaded and longing to cum. I take a calming deep breath and resume slowly sucking whilst holding you with a gentle pressure. You pull my hair away from my face and hold it in place with your hands behind my head. You watch your cock slowly moving in and out of my mouth and try to the resist the urge to pull my head forward and thrust harder. You are very ready to fuck me already but you're enjoying what I'm doing to you. You close your eyes and now it's your turn to steady your breathing as my tongue swirls around your rigid shaft. You inhale the smell of sex and cocoa butter in the room. You breathe slowly, noting the Kings of Leon 'I want you' on the iPod and thinking how perfect your song selection is. This feels perfect- right now, here in my room, with your cock in my mouth, keeping you close to cumming. You know that watching could push you over the edge but eventually you open your eyes to see me with one hand on your cock, one hand between my legs and your balls tighten even more. "I'm desperate now too" you say. "Perfect" I respond, smiling. I release my grip on you and allow you to pull me to my feet and into your arms. As we kiss you bring my wet fingers up for us both to suck and taste while you slip your own finger between my legs and inside me for the first time. I whimper into your mouth making you smile and you thrust into me a little more firmly before withdrawing it completely and telling me to turn around. You let me move but continue to hold me closely against you, taking my full breasts in your hands and twisting my nipples with your fingers. Your saliva covered cock is pressed against me, your mouth is on my neck licking and biting at me. You bend me forward and I part my legs. One hand moves down to my hips, holding me still. With the other you take your cock in your hand, and with your fingers in a ring around the base, you ever so slowly push into my dripping wet, tight, pussy, filling me. I am barely breathing, holding my breath loving the sensation of finally having you inside me. Excruciatingly slowly you stroke into me as I bend even further forward allowing you easier, deeper penetration until I can feel a bump against my cervix each time. This view is one of your favourites. A full view of my ass and the position makes my waist look tiny. It crosses your mind that you could pull out and wank your cock to cum all over my back. Not yet, you tell yourself, you don't want to waste a minute that you could be inside me, now you've waited this long. You allow yourself a few firmer, quicker strokes before withdrawing and coming to sit where I had been earlier, on the edge of the bed. With a knowing unspoken exchange, I straddle you. You're leaning back, supported by your arms behind you. I grip your shoulders to steady myself as I move, gently easing myself up and down and rolling my hips a little. You feel each tiny movement. My inner muscles clench and tighten around you with more intensity as I take a hand away from your shoulder and slide it between us, starting to circle my clit. My eyes close, breaking contact with yours but allowing you a second to watch the movement of my breasts and lip biting concentration on my face. You can feel how close to cumming I am. "Fuck" I whisper "That feels so fucking amazing. I need to cum" "That's right Babe. Fuck me harder. Do it now!" Your words push me over the edge and I cum, pulsing around your cock, making you all the more desperate for your own release. I cling to you, trembling and breathing heavily on your neck but before I can recover youre moving me on to my back beneath you on the bed. Your weight is on top of me. Your tongue is in my mouth as you slide into me again. With your lips never leaving mine, you grind against my hypersensitive sex with increasing pressure. My arms are around your neck, holding you close to me. Your breath is short and your forehead beads with sweat. You're close again now. "I love these tits." you say, taking one in your hand. "Enough to cum on them?" "God yes!" You don't need any more encouraging. You withdraw, reposition yourself and I watch as you take your hard cock in your hand. Your climax is instant, splashing my soft breasts and hard nipples as you continue to wank slowly until the spasms subside. You see my fingers rubbing your cum further across my tits, over my nipples and into my mouth to be sucked clean. I repeat my movements and offer my finger to your mouth instead. Of course you accept it, holding my eye contact as you taste your cum before we kiss again. "You're gorgeous" you say. "You're a great fuck" I answer, giggling. You bite at my lip and shut me up pretty quickly by kissing me with more intensity than I expect. "I'm not done with you yet Babe"