3 comments/ 39461 views/ 8 favorites A Warm Welcome By: ohmygodnoway This is my first story, and I've found that it's really hard to verbalize what happens when people hit on each other. If anyone has any suggestions as to how I can exactly describe the body language, tone of voice, etc. so that readers can experience it like I did, that would be appreciated. I hope you like reading the story. I sure as hell liked writing about it. It was my first day on the job, and I was nervous. Not for the usual reasons, but because this was a different kind of job than I'd ever had before. My job descriptions had always involved invoicing and filing, not poles. Or getting naked. There were twelve girls and one stage with two poles at this particular club. I liked the set up. The stage started in a runway kind of thing, like the girls were models. It ended with a large, square shaped area located sort of in the middle of the club, except off to the side a little bit. There were seats on every side of the stage, which I liked. It felt like what it was, a strip show instead of play or something. There were strobe lights and balls that hung from the ceiling and flashed different colors, like at a dance club. It was nice. It wasn't high class, but it wasn't gross either. There was no sex in the champagne room, not with the customers anyway. Most of the girls were really pretty, but not very talented. A couple of them could work the pole, but the others were either not strong enough or didn't care enough. Luckily for them, the customers didn't care much either. I guess if a girl is mostly naked, that's good enough for them. I was not thinking about any of this as I got ready for my first set ever. Nervously, I checked the profile of my ass in the mirror for the hundredth time while I tried not to puke. I usually have no problems with the way I look, but I could have sworn I'd become hideous in the last few hours. "Don't worry, your ass looks hot," a blonde girl said as she walked into the dressing room. In the mirror I saw her check out my ass as she walked by behind me. You're probably thinking that her blonde hair was fake, her boobs were fake, and her tan was fake. No. I don't know about her tan, but for sure her hair and tits were 100% real. She also was not a ditz. She did have a very happy vibe, but not the annoying kind. She seemed like she was just happy about life. The thing that really set her apart, though, was her smile. I'd never thought about a girl's smile before, it was the kind of thing that just happened. But when she smiled, it lit up the room. I didn't even know what that phrase meant before, but that's what her smile was like. My nerves were momentarily forgotten. I turned around to look at her directly. "You think so?" I asked, half smiling. She looked up at me, pausing from digging through her purse. A kind of unspoken, mutual realization came to us when we realized that we were both attracted to each other. "It's just as hot as the rest of you," she said. I gave her a slow smile, then bit the inside of my lip sensuously. She returned it, and I refocused on my reflection in the mirror. "Thanks," I said, like I meant it. And I did. It's always nice to find out that a really hot girl is attracted to you. A few seconds passed until she broke the silence, making small talk. "This is your first time dancing?" she asked, pulling a bottle of purple body lotion from a bag. "Yeah," I replied, my attention half on my hair and half on her. "I'm so nervous. Why are they making me go first?" It wasn't fair. Laughing, she said, "They like to do that. Every new girl always has to go first. I had to." She moved so she was standing next to me, close enough for me to feel the heat of her body as she matter-of-factly rubbed lotion on her arms. My nerves caught fire from being so close to her. I gave her my full attention. I rested my weight on both hands on the edge of the counter, leaning forward to look at her in the mirror. I made sure not to move any farther away from her, though. "How long have you worked here?" I asked. She sensed the change in me and looked at my reflection. She held my gaze in the mirror while she talked. "Two months. Nobody stays here very long," she said, still rubbing the lotion into her arms. She really wanted to get it in there, I guess. I smelled trouble. "Why not?" I asked, wondering what I might have gotten myself into. She shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. "Mostly problems with the management." I decided not to push it. Standing up straight, I offered her my hand. "You know, I never introduced myself. I'm Julianna." "Julianna?" she said, putting down the bottle of lotion. "That's a pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty girl. I'm Amy." She gave me a friendly smile and took my hand in hers. Her hand was warm and slightly oily from the lotion. Our handshake didn't last any longer than a normal one would, but the skin on skin contact blocked out everything else except the eye contact we were making. The only things that existed right then to us were us. The moment passed and she went back to putting on her lotion. She was talking about what working there was like when she started applying the lotion to her shoulders. They were nice shoulders. Her collarbone was visible but it wasn't gross looking. I liked them. She pressed her hands on opposite shoulders at the base of her neck. Her hands slid down her shoulders to the top of her arms and back again, slowing down until they met at the middle of her collarbone. She touched her shoulders like she was enjoying how soft her skin was, how it felt. Like it was more than just about applying some lotion. She paused to get some more from the bottle, and when I dragged my eyes away from her shoulders I realized that she was watching me watching her. She smiled at me again, a slow, seductive smile. I started to smile back but was distracted when she began applying the lotion to her chest. She placed her palms flat, right underneath her collarbone and spread it downward, over the tops of her small, perky tits. She took both of them in her hands, reaching underneath her top. She massaged her tits firmly, her hardening nipples sometimes peeking through her fingers. I glanced up at her face, both of us starting to breathe a little quicker through our slightly parted lips. The look she was giving me, the one where you know that right at that second that person is fantasizing about what it would be like to fuck you and is getting turned on about it, it caused my insides to tingle with excitement. I let out a sigh, not quite a moan. When I did that, her breathing became audible. She rolled her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, arching her back as she stopped breathing entirely. My hands moved to my own tits, completely out of control. I was barely aware of it. It would have been like trying to stop the throbbing that had started in my pussy, soft at first but gaining strength. She let out a soft moan as I started playing with my tits, our eyes still locked together, occasionally glancing down at each others' bodies but always quickly returning to the face. The DJ's voice on the microphone announcing the beginning of our show startled us. "Looks like you're up," she said regretfully, nodding in the direction of the stage. Her voice was thick with suppressed desire. I gritted my teeth and ran a hand through my hair, looking at the ceiling in frustration. "Fuuuuuuck." She rubbed my shoulder, more sexual than soothing. "It's ok. You'll be fine, I'm sure you'll look hot no matter what you do up there. No need to be nervous." I looked at her. "That's not why I don't want to do it," I said. We exchanged one last look, not wanting to be separated right then even for the duration of four songs. I left the dressing room and leaned against the wall right next to the entrance to the stage, waiting for my first song to come on. I was literally trembling, I was so nervous. I had practiced pole dancing to the point where I could do almost anything with the pole and my body that I wanted to, but my muscles felt too weak even to hang on. The bass line of my first song pumped through the speakers, signaling the beginning of my set. The thought "I need a cigarette" floated through my mind, but was quickly squashed down by all the sensory input. The strobe light made everything seem like time was stopping and starting and making everything kind of surreal, like being stoned except times a hundred. It also made it harder for me to see the audience. The nervousness drained out of my body and was replaced with...whatever it is. That feeling when a song that you love is playing really loud, and your body starts moving on its own to the beat. That's what I was feeling, except magnified by being on stage and knowing that all eyes were on me. I walked down the runway part of the stage, feeling glamorous and sexy. I moved toward one of the poles and spun backwards around it several times without touching the ground. Eventually I landed gently on the floor in the splits position. The crowd cheered, which caught me off guard because it was one of the easier tricks I knew. Not easy, but easier than the rest. "They are going to love me," I thought. Lightly, I pulled myself back up to a standing position and, using the forward momentum, made a tight, quick spin. I grabbed the pole in the middle of the spin, stopping it, and continued slowly swinging my body in one big circle around the pole, stopping once more to make another quick spin. This was starting to disorient me, so I jumped up and spun around the pole until I was facing towards the pole upside down. I quickly grabbed it with my leg, behind the knee. I bent my body back and pulled my ankle towards me until I could kiss my toes. I ostentatiously held out my hands to show that I was about to do a trick without using my hands, and a cheer rose from the crowd. I guess they were impressed that I could support myself in that position on a pole without hands and without falling. Going with the flow, I held that position for a few seconds just to show off, then straightened my body so I was upside down, with the pole in my face. I was still holding out my hands, with one leg hooked around the pole. Quickly, I let go of the pole with that leg and grabbed it with the other. I repeated it several times in quick succession, not losing even an inch in height. I got bored of that, and it was hurting my legs. Next, I bent my knees and twisted my body up so I could grab the pole above my legs. Gathering what momentum I could, I quickly flipped my body up so I was again upside down with the pole in my face. This time, I was spreading my legs in midair while I supported my weight with my arms. I bent my back slightly, pressing my pussy against the pole. I had only done that so I wouldn't fall over backwards, but as soon as pole touched pussy small, electric waves shivered through my body. I was enjoying myself up there. I held that position for a few seconds, the audience thinking I was showing off. Eventually I brought my legs together, pointing up, and gripped the pole between my shins. I twisted my body so I was moving up, pushing with one leg and pulling with the other, one hand slowly sliding up the pole below me. Sitting sideways on the pole, I pushed a few strands of hair out of my face and idly scanned the crowd. There weren't a lot of customers, but every girl working that night was watching and providing their moral support. They were cheering louder than the guys, but the guys were the ones throwing money at me. My eyes widened when I saw Amy walking towards the stage, eyes on me. We watched each other watching each other while she came and sat down at the stage as close to the pole I was on that she could get. I adjusted my bottom leg so that I was gripping it behind both knees and holding onto the pole above me with one hand. I moved my hips forward around the pole so my body was vertical and my ass was pressed against the pole while I grabbed it above my head with my other hand. As soon as I got myself secure, I looked over at Amy again and didn't look away. I pressed my back against the pole and lifted my legs up, deciding at the last second to pause and spread my legs. Her eyes went straight to my pussy, desire etched on her face. She licked her lips and dragged her eyes up to look at my face again. I broke eye contact again as I lifted my legs up the rest of the way, having to igve myself a little push at the end so my ankles could wrap around the pole above my head. I had to shift my body to the side a little, but my head was between my legs. It was like doing the pretzel, except on a pole. The crowd exploded, money raining onto the stage. I had my full attention on Amy, whose expression had change from want to amazement. I didn't like that right then. I lightly ran one finger up my pussy, my lips curling into a small smile. That got her attention, her gaze snapping down to my pussy again. She looked back up at me and looked at me smiling at her. Amy was too far gone to smile back. Her eyes were boring into mine, her attraction so strong at that moment that I could actually feel the desire radiating off her in waves. It was almost visible. I could tell she wanted me so bad. I knew without having to look at it that her pussy was soaking wet. Suddenly I couldn't wait for my set to be over. Up until then, I had loved every second of it, feeling the music and dancing with the pole as a partner. Actually, it felt more like I was fucking the pole sometimes. Or at least masturbating with it. Right then, though, I wanted to hang out with Amy. Before my last song even ended, I got down to the floor, waving to the cheering crowd like I was prom queen. I gathered my clothes and the money and all but ran off stage, glancing back at Amy as I did so. I saw her start to stand up before I was rushing down the steps and into the dressing room. The girl who was up next was standing in front of the mirror making last minute adjustments. She was very thin but not bony, with milk chocolate skin, gorgeous eyes, gorgeous lips. Gorgeous everything. I was momentarily distracted by her beauty, but recovered in time to hear her say, "That was fucking incredible. Isn't this the first time you've danced? Where did you learn to do that?" Trying to think of something to say to her besides "Get out" was a lot harder than it would have been normally. Normally, I'd jump at a chance to talk to this black freaken goddess. Not right then, though. I managed to tell her that my ex girlfriend, who had started dancing a few years ago, had taught me some tricks. Amy walked in. Her eyes went immediately to me, but then she noticed the other girl. "Your set's starting really soon," Amy said, moving over to stand in front of me while talking over her shoulder to her. The black girl looked at Amy, then at me, then back to Amy. "Yeah, I guess it's time for me to go," she said, obviously amused. On her way out, she added, "I'll leave you two alone." We tensely watched her leave, wishing she would walk faster. My heart was pounding, sending most of my blood down south. The second she disappeared around the corner, Amy and I focused our full attention on each other. At first we just looked at each other, having sex with our eyes. We were just inches apart. A couple seconds later she took a step forward and touched her fingertips to the sides of my hips while she gently pressed her body against mine, still not breaking eye contact. Both of us moaned softly, and immediately we were both pressing our bodies harder against each other, especially our pussies. I was filled with an overwhelming desire to rub my body hard against hers. We were looking at each other's mouths, which were open, so close to each other that I could feel her hot breath in my mouth but not quite kissing. We started panting, the sound of it blocking out the rap music in the background. I looked back into her eyes and found her looking right back at me, looking so turned on. Both of us moaned a little louder and our eyes deepened with a new surge of desire. I felt a sudden rush of wetness completely soaking my already wet panties. The smell of pussy permeated the air, which I would find out in the weeks to come was not an uncommon smell in there. I moved my head forward a couple millimeters until I felt Amy's soft lips brush against mine. We moaned again as our tongues met and pushed ourselves hard against each other. We exploded into motion. One of my hands grabbed the side of her head over her ear and quickly worked my fingers into her hair as we kissed hard and deep, more passionately than I have ever kissed anyone before. We breathed loudly into each others' mouth, moaning nonstop. I felt a wet stickiness on the front of my panties and running down my thighs. Her pussy was leaking all over me. I instinctively clenched my fingers, pulling Amy's hair a little bit while my other hand slid around her hip, into her little skirt thing and I squeezed as much of her ass as I could hold. She thrust her hips once, quickly. She was pushing her hot, wet pussy against me harder, only the thin, drenched fabric of our outfits separating them. Amy slid one hand firmly up my stomach, up to my tits. She massaged one through my top, but quickly slipped her hand into it and touched my bare breast, lightly running her fingertips over it until she took it in her whole hand. Her palm was pushing my nipple in and moving it around as her hand moved on my breast, sending sharp jolts in my nipple straight to my clit. My hips bucked against her with each jolt. I pushed my pussy up into her, my legs spreading a little more. She moaned louder and shoved me back a few inches against the wall. She slammed herself up against me and roughly pushed her tongue in my mouth while we focused on rubbing our pussies together, not just our whole bodies. We weren't trying to maintain a rhythm, it was basic instinct. We went back and forth between spreading our legs wider and pushing our pussies forward, and trying to wrap our thighs around each other's hips. We moved our hands quickly all over each other's bodies and drank in the feel of our skin. The haphazard rubbing of our pussies became more regular as real pleasure replaced the throbbing need. I moaned louder, arching my back and pushing my tits into hers. I slid my hands down her back and underneath her skirt. I squeezed both butt cheeks as she moaned loudly into my mouth. The small waves of pleasure I was feeling in my pussy started getting stronger as we got louder. I balanced on one leg and wrapped the other over her hips, pushing on her ass so our pussies would grind together harder. Her hand went under the leg I was raising, supporting my weight by my butt cheek. She squeezed her hand and thrust her pussy violently into me, matching my movements. I really wanted to feel her slick, shaved pussy directly on mine but I didn't want to stop long enough to take our stuff off. I couldn't make myself stop rubbing myself on her pussy. A small cough from the doorway did that. Amy and I went still except for our chests heaving with each breath. We both looked over her shoulder at the girl who was on next. "Sorry, we'll leave," Amy said to her, still breathless. She whispered in my ear, "I know a place where we could go," as she separated herself from me and pulled me along. "Lead the way." A Warm Welcome Terri was jittery with anticipation as she ran over her plans for the evening. Had she made the reservations? Did she have the flight number and arrival time correct? Her husband, Paul, would be arriving home tonight from a week long business trip and she wanted everything to be perfect. She had the strange feeling that her marriage hung in the balance. He had been traveling more and more in the last few months, only coming home for a day or two here and there, and most of that time was spent on conference calls. By the time he was available, he was too jet lagged and she was too stressed from dealing with the kids for any sort of togetherness. Their bedtime routine consisted of a bit of reading followed by a quick kiss good night and lights out by ten. She knew something had to change when she realized that her pussy saw more action while he was away than when he was home, and she was concerned he might start looking for attention elsewhere. But still she didn't know what to do until she finally confessed her troubles to her best friend, Denise. Always a bit of a wild one, Denise had suggested that Terri simply needed to give Paul something he could only get at home; liven up the home fires so he would be more reluctant to leave and anxious to come back. Terri was reluctant at first. Some of the things Denise suggested went far beyond her conservative comfort level, but she also knew her sex life was a reflection of her marriage. Both had grown stagnant, and were in need of shock therapy. So now she took one last look in the mirror before setting her plan in motion. She was naked except for her black heels. The children were spending the night with Denise. Everything was as ready as she could make it. She pulled on her coat, picked up her keys, and set out on her mission. As she drove through the night, she was certain that every other driver knew exactly what she was up to, positive they could see right through the darkly tinted windows. Her coat only came to mid thigh when she was standing. Seated as she was, it was much more revealing. Reflexively, she tugged at the dark blue fabric, trying to make it cover more than it did. "OK," Paul was saying as he saw Terri's Lexus GX enter the passenger pickup of the airport, "call me back when you get their answer, and set up the meeting for tomorrow afternoon. I'll catch an early flight and be there by ten." He closed his phone and waved his arm to flag her down, and was opening the rear door to toss his bag in even before she had stopped. Remembering another call he needed to make, he pulled out his phone again as he shut the rear door. He was still scrolling through his contacts as he climbed into the passenger seat, so he didn't see his wife flip open the two buttons that held her coat closed. "I've just got to make one more...," he began but his words suddenly caught in his mouth as he turned to see his nude wife in the opposite seat. "Welcome home," Terri said simply. She leaned over and gave him a sensuous kiss, her tongue exploring his. His hand reflexively cupped her breast, encircling her nipple with his thumb. It was all Terri could do to pull away, but the night was young yet. As she pulled onto the freeway, she let one hand wander into the dark nest between her legs where it was quickly joined by Paul's. She playfully but firmly pushed it away. "It's not safe to distract the driver," she said, "but the passenger is another matter." She let her hand wander lazily up her husband's leg, lingering upon the large bulge below his belt buckle, ascending to pinch his nipples lightly through his shirt before nestling between his thighs once more. Paul couldn't take his eyes off his wife's naked form nonchalantly guiding them through traffic. So taken was he with the image, and the implication, that he was quite surprised when they pulled to a stop at the entrance of a very sophisticated white table cloth restaurant. Terri refastened her coat as the valet opened the door, but not before he received a fleeting glimpse of her attributes. A fact that Paul found somehow both disturbing and stimulating. The hostess guided them to the a small booth in a darkened corner as Terri had requested. As they slid around to the far side of the table, Terri's hand once more went to Paul's the bulge that had sprouted beneath the zipper of his slacks. It took every ounce of his willpower to maintain his composure as the waiter took their wine order. "What are you doing?" Paul demanded in a hoarse whisper, "What if someone sees you like this? What will they think?" "They'll think I love my husband," she replied. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind. What if they were seen by someone they knew? Was Terri even aware that she could be arrested for indecent exposure or lewd behavior? Wouldn't that look great in his H.R. file. All those thoughts were banished as his wife shifted slightly and placed his hand on her silky smooth thigh. Her coat gapped open slightly as she did so, exposing the better part of her breast for his viewing pleasure; and the waiter's. "Your wine sir," he mumbled never taking his eyes off Terri's chest. "It's fine," Paul said, waving toward the glasses to dispense with the customary tasting ritual. The waiter leisurely poured and took their orders, all the while enjoying the pleasant scenery. It didn't escape Paul's notice that his ordinarily staid soccer-mom wife was actually enjoying displaying herself. Alone once more, he found himself stroking her leg almost absentmindedly. He was even more shocked when she parted them slightly, as though daring him to match her boldness. He allowed his hand to wander ever higher, feeling like a teenager trying to score. He could feel the sticky moisture soaking her hair as he gently twisted it through his fingers. Certain that everyone in the restaurant could tell exactly what was going on, he hastily glanced about, feeling her legs open even wider as he did so. When he looked down he was stunned to see that her coat had given up all pretense of covering their activity. With a twist of his wrist, he flipped the tablecloth over his hand but the urging within him had grown impossible to resist. He slipped first one, then two fingers into the warm confines of her body. Terri took a sip of wine to mask the moan of pleasure she could no longer contain as Paul's fingers began a scissoring motion that stirred her insides even while his palm massaged her hardened nub. The combined actions were rapidly bringing her to the brink of an orgasm she would not be able to contain, nor had the slightest desire to stop. Thankfully the server arrived with their meals and Paul quickly withdrew his hand before she reached the point of no return. Jolted once more into the realm of the proper and prudish, Paul reached for his napkin to wipe away the webs of fluid that had coated his fingers, stealing a chance to inhale deeply of the sweet scent as he did so. As he focused his attention on carving out the first bite of his steak, he felt Terri shift about. When he turned toward her, she was gone. But the mystery was short lived. Beneath the table, he felt a body moving about and then hands were on his knees gently pushing them apart. Surely she wouldn't, he thought. He was wrong. Concealed from view by the floor length table cloth, Paul felt his wife's hands firmly stroking his rigid length through his slacks. Then he felt her lowering his zipper and extracting the prize from inside. He slid closer to the tables edge and held his fork and knife tightly, trying to maintain some illusion of interest in his food. Fingers firmly gripped his shaft and began slowly stroking him up and down. The rising tension he felt was only slightly lessened as Terri began kneading his sac, pulling gently and rolling his balls from side to side. Her hands were quickly joined by her wet tongue as she explored his length. Paul closed his eyes and ground his hands against the table as her nimble muscle traced every ridge and valley of his swollen cock. After what seemed an eternity of sweet torture, she had finally traced a wet trail to the throbbing tip. Even though he half expected it, he still had to fight down a groan of pleasure as he felt himself slip between her lips and be engulfed by the watery warmth of her mouth. Never letting up the ministrations of her hands, she began sucking him, slowly at first then faster as he felt the rising tightness beginning deep inside his body. Faster and deeper she continued, her chin pressing against his sac and his cock ravaging her throat with every stroke, all the while her tongue continued its work tickling the sensitive underside of his shaft until he lost all sense of time and space. The table, the food, the restaurant, the crowd. All ceased to exist as his world focused on the feelings building in his body. A part of his mind wondered idly if she would stop as she always did, using some kind of feminine perception to take him just to the brink without going over. But as the pressure mounted, he began to think she had something else in mind. Faster, then slower, then faster again, pausing briefly at random intervals to swirl her tongue around his swollen head. His cock ached for the release he feared might never come until abruptly he felt a finger slip down the underside of his sac to press lightly upon his hole. A wave of pleasure surged through his body. Terri buried his length deep in her throat as a seemingly unending stream of hot fluid poured from his body. Wave after wave rippled through his soul, his previously prudish wife sucking madly to capture it all until at last he was drained. With a last gentle swirl of the tongue for good measure, Terri tucked her husband's quickly deflating package back into his pants. "Is the coast clear?" she called in a stage whisper from beneath the table linens. It took a moment for Paul to realize what she was asking. "Huh? Oh. Yeah," he mumbled from his satisfied stupor after brief look around. In a single smooth motion worthy of any Olympic gymnast Terri rose to reclaim her seat, adjusting her coat slightly and wiping a last bit of her husbands come from the corner of her mouth. She swirled a sip of wine around her mouth, then resumed her meal as though nothing had transpired. "Aren't you going to eat your steak?" she asked. In the afterglow of his release, Paul could only chew absently as he tried to make sense of his wife's sudden change in demeanor. Seeing that Paul's attention was no longer on his stomach, and anxious to get on with her plans for the evening, Terri signaled for the check. "Was everything satisfactory?" the waiter asked worriedly, seeing Paul's barely touched plate. "Umm, yeah. It was fine," Paul stammered as he signed the bill. "I especially enjoyed the cream sauce," Terri added. A puzzled look flashed across the waiter's face, while Paul shot her an accusing glare. "You're just tired, I think I need to get you in bed," she said, her voice carrying an subtly ominous tone that implied sleep was not the object. As the valets opened the car doors, Terri claimed the passenger side, again flashing a bit more skin than was absolutely necessary as she entered. Paul walked around to the driver's side having recovered his composure and was eager to find out exactly what his suddenly slutty wife was up to. As he pulled away from the covered entry, he turned toward Terri intending to give her a firm dressing down but instead finding her already undressed. She had already shrugged completely out of her coat and was now sitting totally naked in the seat next to him. Her moderately sized breasts jiggled slightly as he took a speed breaker too fast. Accelerating onto the highway, he was enraptured with the way the streetlights traced their way up the sensuous lines of her body. His trance was broken by the ringing of his phone. He looked at the number to see that it was work again. He flipped it open just as Terri turned slightly towards him, opening her legs so that he could plainly see the pink inner lips of her pussy beckoning to him through the thin covering of dark hair. "What do they want to do," he said, his voice taking on its business tone again. Terri knew she had to regain control of his attention. She began gently massaging her clit with one hand while the other traced circles around her hard nipples. "Uhhh, just do whatever you think best John," Paul said, clearly becoming unnerved again. She opened her legs further, giving him a perfect view as she pushed a finger deep inside herself, twisting it around until it was fully soaked with her copious juices. She then reached across the console and waved the dripping digit under her husbands nose and around his mouth. "I'm going to have to call you back," Paul said hastily, snapping the phone shut just as Terri pushed her finger into his mouth. Unable to help himself, he breathed deeply of the sweetly musty scent and rolled his tongue around her equally flavorful offering. "What are you doing?" Paul finally said with what little remained of his displeasure, "That was a very important business call." "Just trying to show you how much I missed you," Terri said demurely, "I'm sorry. I'll be good. I'll just sit over here and keep to myself." "It's not just the call. What about the rest of this? What's come over..." but even as he was saying the words, Terri was twitching the bait again. From the glove compartment she took a large purple vibrator. She turned sideways so that her back was against the door and, spreading her legs wide to give Paul the best view, pushed it into her pussy. Slowing she extracted it, then pushed it in again. her soaking lips making soft sucking sounds as they tried to hold in the pleasure source. Faster and faster she stabbed herself with the buzzing rod until her body tensed with ecstasy. Paul could see her stomach muscles contracting as the pleasure rippled through her, her nipples straining to leap from breasts. Unconsciously, he began massaging his now rejuvenated cock, all thoughts of his previous displeasure banished by raw lust. Stoked into a frenzy and determined to seize his own pleasure, Paul had the garage opening before they even turned into the driveway and was jamming the car into park as soon as they were stopped. But Terri was faster. She leaped from the car and dashed into the house, daring Paul to try to catch her. Jumping the two steps into the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of her shapely legs going up the stairs. He raced after her, throwing his coat and tie aside as he did. Knowing where she was headed, he lunged into the bedroom expecting to have her cornered. But not seeing her immediately, he paused then felt Terri's hands upon his chest as she encircled him from behind. With surprising dexterity, she quickly released his shirt buttons and began teasing and tweaking his nipples as she ran her fingers through the soft hair of his chest. He turned in her arms and pulled her close, his tongue probing every corner of her mouth as they kissed with a passion suppressed too long. His strong arms released her only long enough to shed his pants, then he was pulling her close again, crushing feeling the smooth heat of her soft skin against his and feeling the wet trails of moisture his cock left as it twitched against her belly in anticipation. "I'm glad you enjoyed dinner," Terri finally said with a hint of mystery as she pushed herself away. "But I still have a very special dessert planned for you." Starting near his ear, she used her tongue to trace an excruciatingly pleasurable path down his neck to his chest, pausing to suck gently on his nipples before continuing into the thin covering of hair that led down his belly to his hard cock. She sucked deeply on it, burying her face into his hair then withdrew and gently sucked his balls into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue. Then, satisfied that she had his fullest attention, she firmly grabbed his jutting dick and pulled him toward the bed. Thinking he knew what she had in mind, Paul agreeably laid back. Terri immediately went to work once again on his towering phallus, climbing on the bed as she did and turning so that her pussy was poised above his head. Taking the hint, Paul grabbed her bottom firmly and pulled her down to him. His tongue began darting in and out of her dripping hole, periodically taking a detour to flick her swollen clit. The diversions to her clit became more frequent and at last she was forced to give up any attempt at sucking his cock as her pleasure took over. Her body stiffened and her fingers squeezed his dick almost painfully as her orgasm exploded, nearly choking her husband with torrents of sticky juice. Paul tried once more to seize control, pushing her gently to the side as he tried to roll over. Breathlessly, she resisted. Without a word, she turned and slid his pulsating rod easily into herself. Paul closed his eyes to savor the feelings as his wife twisted and gyrated on him. Her fingers reached out to tease his nipples again and he reached up to return the favor, kneading her breasts in his hands, tracing his fingers along the tender underside, and plucking at her nipples gently at first but then with increasing force until he was crushing and twisting them with all his strength. Terri's breathing increased in intensity until now every exhalation was a cry of pleasure. She was nearing yet another orgasm, but she knew if she came he would too and she had one more surprise in mind that she was sure would set the hook on her wayward husband. With great effort of will, she forced herself to stop. With his cock still buried inside of her, she leaned over and withdrew a tube from under her pillow. Paul curiously watched as she squirted a thick curl onto her finger then reached behind her back. His first thought was that she surely wasn't going to do what it looked like, but that would have been the old Terri. Now anything was possible. His thoughts were soon confirmed as he felt her hand against his swollen balls, then the strange sensation of her fingers moving against his cock as she pushed them into her ass. In and out, she stroked herself and his cock. Then abruptly, the sensation stopped. Silently, she rose off of him and turned to face the foot of the bed. With one hand on his thigh and the other guiding his cock, she carefully lowered herself. Feeling almost divorced from the scene, as though it were a movie, he watched as his formerly conservative to a fault wife positioned his cock against the opening of her ass then slowly impaled herself upon it. In the mirror above the dresser, he could see her face knotted with effort as she struggled to accommodate him. Her body gripped him in a tight tunnel of heat, alternately squeezing then relaxing as his cock sank deeper into her bottom. When at last she came to rest upon his hips, she paused allowing her body to adjust to the intruder she had forced upon it. Gradually, he felt the tightness subside ever so slightly. She began massaging his balls again, pulling them up against her dripping pussy and leaning forward slightly to run them against her clit. Her body began instinctively stroking him, slightly at first then with larger movements. Soon she was hammering herself with his pole, raising up until it almost came out then dropping suddenly back down. His cock was throbbing with tension, swelling with his every heartbeat. She continued fucking him faster and faster until her body was a blur, her breasts bouncing as though unattached, the slap of wet skin accompanying their moans of pleasure. She felt Paul begin thrusting to meet her, then his body stiffened and she ground herself against him grasping his balls tightly as he delivered his load deep into her body. She thought she had drained him at dinner, but now it felt as though someone had inserted a garden hose in her as a continuous stream of his manly fluid jetted through her. When at last it subsided, neither had the energy to speak. Wordlessly, rolled off of her husband and nestled herself against him, her head resting gently upon his heaving and sweaty chest. A Warm Welcome The ringing of Paul's phone awakened them. Whether it was minutes or hours later, neither knew. Summoning what little energy he had left, Paul got up and fished the annoying device from his tangled pants. "Yeah," he said humorlessly. He listened for a moment. "Well, tell them they'll just have to do it without me to hold their hand. I'm taking a few days off. I don't know how long. Look for me when you see me." He turned the phone off and tossed it to the ground then climbed back into the bed with his smiling wife. "I love you", she whispered as they drifted off to sleep again. A Warm Welcome PREFACE As an avid reader of Literotica for the past few years I thought it was due time that I got off my backside and submitted an offering of my own. This story is entirely fictional; though aspects of it have been taken from personal experience I wanted to start off with a story that I could bend to my liking, rather than attempting to recap facts in a set order. Perhaps my future submissions shall explore the memory banks further. ;) Without further ado, please enjoy my contribution and rate it accordingly. Thank you. :) --- The puddles of water broke in spectacular fashion underneath Katrina's boots as she hurried through the pouring rain and into her car. It was a freezing cold evening in the city, and each individual droplet of water felt more like a shard of ice against her smooth porcelain hands. Once in the car, Katrina quickly fired up the heater and rubbed her hands vigorously in front of the central vents as she gazed at the clock on the dash. 6:45pm. Normally she wouldn't think to visit friends after dinner on a week night; however the voice on her answering machine had convinced her otherwise. Hayley, her friend and confidante of many years had not sounded her cheery self over the phone. "I really need to see you", Hayley had said. "Come here after tea. It's important." What could possibly be wrong, Katrina wondered as she shifted the car into gear and accelerated into the street. Hayley had it all -- a highly paid job in marketing, a beautiful house, looks that would drop any man to their knees -- the perfect life. And yet lately Hayley's bubbly streak had waned slightly, not enough to be noticed by those around her but Katrina could sense something was not right. Tonight's message had sounded slurred, was Hayley drunk? Thankfully she didn't have to worry long as Hayley's house was a mere 5 minute drive from hers. On pleasant evenings after work they would often jog together through the streets connecting their homes; they both liked to maintain their fitness. While running together Katrina would quietly marvel at Hayley's amazing tanned body, sculpted like a Greek goddess with perfectly curved D-cup breasts and flowing blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. It seemed a crime that she was single. Katrina on the other hand was a brunette and barely filling a C-cup, her skin as white as fresh snow. Katrina would sometimes find herself wondering what it would be like to touch Hayley's curves, to embrace her as something more than the platonic friend that she was. Hayley knew that Katrina was a lesbian - she had told her when they were discussing past relationships once - but had never questioned her further, so Katrina just assumed that it was an issue that Hayley would rather not discuss and did not raise the topic of sexuality again. As she pulled her car into Hayley's rendered concrete driveway complete with landscaped garden edging and lamp posts, she could see a soft glow coming from the lounge room window. She parked her car in the space underneath the carport and rushed through the rain up to the front door and knocked. After some fumbling with the latches, the door finally creaked open and Hayley's soft blue eyes peeped through the narrow gap before opening the door fully. "My god Kat, you're soaked! Come on in." said Hayley, who was huddled up in a fluffy robe and slippers. "Would you like a glass of wine?" "Sure," said Katrina, unsure of what to make of Hayley's appearance. "Let me just get these boots off and I'll be right in." Hayley nodded and glided back into the lounge room, where the crackling sound of her large open fire and soft music could be heard. Katrina slowly unzipped the side of each boot, taking care not to drip water all over Hayley's hallway. Next she removed her long leather coat, placing it on a large rack beside the door, taking a moment to readjust her white collared shirt and short black pinstripe skirt in the mirror on the other side of the foyer. Katrina hadn't changed her outfit since going to her corporate job in the morning; between getting home, preparing a quick dinner for herself and getting Hayley's message she had not found time to dress otherwise. Once satisfied with her appearance she followed after Hayley and slumped down on the couch next to her in the room that was lit only by the dancing flames. Hayley handed her a glass of wine and then sipped from her own. "Sorry about calling you over at such short notice Katrina," she said. "I just really needed to ask you something and I couldn't do it over the phone." Katrina looked into Hayley's steel blue eyes that were obviously nervous, going by the amount of creases forming under her eyelids as she stared back. "Sure hun, you know you can ask me anything at anytime! What's the matter? Have I done something wrong?" "No, it's not that! I just... I don't know. It's not about you, well it is but it isn't." "What do you mean? Tell me Hayley, I won't be offended." Katrina gulped down some wine to settle her growing anxiety. She racked her brains to try and figure out if she'd upset Hayley in any way recently but came up with nothing. "It's about... well... you being a lesbian." "What about it?" "How did you know you were one? I mean did you just wake up one day and know?" Hayley was fumbling with her glass as she spoke, peering down into the wine and tracing the top of the glass with her index finger. "Well, yes and no. I always found girls attractive, right from when I was little. But I never thought of it as an issue. I used to find it fun to play games such as 'Spin the Bottle' and would get excited if it paired myself up with another girl, even more so if the girl would kiss me back. Then as I got older, I realized that the feelings were stronger and that I didn't have the urge to chase after guys like all of my friends were doing at the time. Those feelings culminated when I was nineteen and I met some hot brunette girl at a party..." Katrina downed a second gulp of wine before continuing, feeling the blood rushing to her face and softly illuminating her cheeks. "I'd had my share of guys trying to hit on me that night and the thought of so much as touching them repulsed me. However that woman, that beautiful young thing... she was simply amazing. To be totally honest, I can't even remember her name. All I remember is how we started kissing in front of everyone, and then after a few more drinks we snuck off into a bedroom and explored each other's bodies for the entire night. So much for gradually easing into the lifestyle! It was after that night I knew that I only desired the female gender, and declared myself lesbian." Katrina smiled as she reminisced; quickly recomposing herself as she remembered the stressed look Hayley had given her only minutes ago. Hayley had stopped squinting and was now reclining on the couch, seemingly lost in thought. After a few seconds she leant forward to refill her glass, topping Katrina's up as she did so. "Can I ask something else?" Hayley said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Of course," replied Katrina. "Go ahead." "You don't have to answer or even acknowledge if you don't want to." "It'll be fine... just ask me hun." "...would you kiss me? I mean, hypothetically speaking, if I were that way inclined?" Katrina's blood pressure rose significantly as she heard Hayley's words echo through her head. Stay calm, she told herself. She's just curious. "Umm...well yes, I would. I think you're very attractive and I would love to kiss you." Katrina replied. "Hypothetically speaking." she added with a wink and a grin. She noticed Hayley's tense shoulders started to fall into a more relaxed position as she smiled back sheepishly. "It's just... I'm not sure how to say this Kat, but I think I like you. Well of course I do as a friend, but more than that. I feel like such an idiot blabbering on like this to you but I hope you understand and don't hate me for saying it." Katrina could barely contain herself now, the sexual tension was mounting within her. She hadn't touched or even kissed another person intimately in so long, and now her friend was admitting feelings for her. She could feel a dampness forming under her skirt as her brain attempted to process the situation. "I don't hate you for anything Hayley! In fact, I too have shared your feelings for some time but didn't want to hurt or confuse you so I kept them to myself. I'm so glad you've opened up to me tonight, but I must ask you one thing in return... if you were given the opportunity to test those feelings, would you take it?" Katrina eyed her up and down while speaking. Did she just spy Hayley readjusting her legs underneath her robe? "...yes." That was all Katrina needed to hear. She placed her glass down on the coffee table next to Hayley's and slowly but smoothly closed the gap between herself and Hayley on the couch. She could feel Hayley's shallow breath on her face as she closed the distance and gently, tenderly placed a kiss on Hayley's lips. The softness of them made Katrina's whole body shudder with anticipation and a previously repressed lust. She sat back momentarily to analyse Hayley's reaction, which was to slowly open her eyes and stare back into Katrina's equally blue irises without a flinch. "That's so nice..." whispered Hayley. Katrina responded by smiling broadly and returning to plant several more gentle kisses on her mouth, the last one with a hint of her tongue tip tracing Hayley's bottom lip. She was elated when Hayley responded by parting them slightly and allowing her to explore further. Continuing on, she probed her mouth with her tongue, sighing happily as it elicited a quiet moan from Hayley, whose robe was beginning to part, revealing a hint of a white lace chemise underneath. This served to excite Katrina even more. She could feel her nipples hardening underneath her shirt and knew that she'd have to step things up a notch as the craving for her friend grew. Catching her gaze, Katrina gave Hayley a slightly devious smile. "Wow, that fire seems really hot tonight Hayley... perhaps we should get a little more comfortable?" Hayley realized the hidden intention of the message and laughed softly. "Yes, I suppose we should." Katrina swiftly stood up from the couch, closing the curtains as she passed them and turned to face Hayley, her back towards the glowing embers of the fire. Listening to the strains of the music coming from the small radio, she slowly swayed from side to side, performing a gentle striptease, deliberately pausing with each of the buttons on her blouse for effect. Her lacy purple bra began to show, beautifully accentuating her pale skin. While reaching for the centre button she curved her hands underneath her covered breasts, tracing the underline of the bra and then deftly undoing the remaining buttons so that she could slide her shirt completely off. Hayley followed by shrugging her robe off her shoulders and gently placing it to the side of the couch, leaving her in just her semi-transparent slip, her hardened nipples obvious due to the accentuated shadows from the fireplace. Unknowingly to her, Hayley's relaxed state had also caused her to part her legs and Katrina could clearly see the outlines of her bare, smooth pussy, the light of the hearth reflecting off the moisture it found there. It made her incredibly horny to see her friend so turned on, so vulnerable to Katrina's charms. She had to have Hayley and she had to have her tonight. Hayley was feeling anxious, nervous and horny as hell at the same time. The wine had definitely taken its toll on her mind. There was no way she could possibly have confessed her feelings when sober and was curious to see where they were going to take her now. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as Katrina knelt forward onto the floor, placing her waist between Hayley's legs and began to kiss her neck, nibbling gently and moving her lips and tongue in a lazy arc towards her breastbone. Her right hand massaged a circle around Hayley's shoulder, moving down to her left breast where it traced the outline of her chemise and slipped inside the strap, pushing it down below her chest and revealing the most beautiful breast Katrina had ever seen. Using her left hand to lower the other side, Katrina couldn't resist taking Hayley's hard pink nipple into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue and carefully tracing the areola, moving back and forth between both sides to repeat the teasing motion several times. Hayley responded by reaching forward to free her arms of the straps and unhook the back of Katrina's bra, which she promptly wriggled out of and let fall to the floor. Katrina took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her pert breasts rising and falling with the rhythm. "Goddamn you're turning me on girl," sighed Katrina. "...I never thought I'd have the chance to show you just how good I could make you feel. Do you mind if I get a little more comfy though? This skirt is awfully hard to kneel in." She winked at Hayley again, but didn't wait for a reply -- the skirt was already being shuffled off leaving Katrina in just her purple laced underwear that matched the now-removed bra. "Kat... you look amazing..." was all Hayley could squeak in response. "Would you like to continue?" "Yes." "How about you come down here then girl, so I can show you how I treat a lady." Katrina gestured towards the floor space between the couch and fireplace, which was adorned with a thick tufted rug. Hayley cautiously slid down from the couch and sat upright on the rug, extending her legs out toward the heat of the fire and holding her visibly trembling knees together. The slip was still wrapped around her waist though it no longer hid her amazing body from view. Katrina knelt over Hayley's ankles, her dripping wet panties barely an inch above Hayley's slender tanned feet. She placed her hands on Hayley's shins, circling them upwards in a soothing massage motion, brushing over her hands and politely prying her hands and knees apart. Katrina reached for the slip and gracefully pulled it over Hayley's head, kissing her lips as she threw the chemise across the room. "Fuck... Hayley... you have no idea how much I want you right now", she groaned, her left hand tugging at her own panties as she admired the unparalleled beauty before her. "I want you to be comfortable though, so this is what I am going to do. I am going to start working my way up your leg; if you want me to stop at any time just say so. I want to make you feel amazing, not awkward. Are you happy with that?" "Yes... please Kat... please..." Hayley was still shaking but had reclined onto her elbows and was scanning Katrina's creamy curves from top to toe through lustful eyes. She was undoubtedly very turned on. Katrina shuffled backwards slightly so that when she leant forward, her lips made contact with Hayley's right ankle. She deliberately took her time with each kiss; savoring the slightly salty taste of Hayley's sweat and the muffled "Mmmmhh" that she could hear every time she kissed a new area. Slowly but surely her mouth found its way to Hayley's knees. She used her right hand to delicately trace lines along the outside of Hayley's left thigh, first as short strokes and then more deliberate sweeps. Her chin rose to meet the coordinating space in between her thighs, allowing her tongue to dance in the same calligraphic motion and savor the scent of her friend's pussy for the first time. It drove her wild and the dampness in her panties was replaced with a torrent of fluid that she could feel starting to seep from the seams. Sensing no restraint from Hayley, it was now or never. Katrina softly pressed her mouth against the groove where Hayley's smooth labia met with her upper thigh. "Ohhhh... god..." came the response. Hayley had fully lain down; her chin was tilted upward and her hair spilled out like liquid gold across the floor. Her eyes were closed and facial expression like that of someone in a pleasant fantasy -- not far from the truth, thought Katrina -- and her slit was beginning to pool with her wetness. Katrina continued to kiss along one side of Hayley's labia, nibbling at the bare fleshy lip and suckling at the dew drops of liquid she found along the way. She teasingly traced an arc across Hayley's clitoral hood and made her way back down the other side. While doing so, Katrina's left hand slyly moved into her own briefs, running her middle finger along her groove before impaling herself on it. She started teasing herself with a beckoning motion that flicked across her G-spot as her tongue found its way into Hayley. "Unnnnhhhh!" groaned Hayley, her hips involuntarily rising to meet Katrina's face as she reveled in the warm sensation, biting her bottom lip each time Katrina contorted her tongue in all sorts of ways inside her. Katrina's face felt wonderful against her most intimate of parts; all of her past experiences had been performed by men and despite their generally high standards of grooming, never before had she felt such delicately soft skin grind against hers. Katrina continued to lap at Hayley, withdrawing her sopping wet fingers from herself to brush the base of Hayley's clit, the engorged nub peeking out from its protective sheath. "Do you like that hun?" "Oh, ohhh OH!! Mmmmyessss!" Grinning, Katrina continued the torturous dance, circling Hayley's clitoral hood with a fingertip and breaking from her tongue assault momentarily to lick the same path her digit was tracing. Hayley began to pant heavily and her muscles were tensing, Katrina instinctively knew that her friend's orgasm was beginning to mount and she wanted it to be a memorable one. Latching on to Hayley's clit as if she were suckling a nipple, her slow teasing licks became more demanding, increasing the pace to a frenzy. Her fingers encircled the sensitive area between Hayley's openings, pushing and kneading the band of skin only seconds before thrusting two fingers deep inside Hayley's squirming cunt. "Fuck, f-f-fucccccckkkkk!" Hayley yelped, lost in a world of blinding light, her head spinning as it comprehended Katrina's hand that was fucking her more deeply and skillfully than she had ever felt before. She could feel the blood rushing from her head and down her torso, over her abdomen and into her clit. Her body began to shake feverously and her hips arched upwards, slamming herself against Katrina's fingers and face. "Fuck, unnhh, ahhh, Kat oh god ahhhh!" Katrina couldn't take it anymore, she had to get them both off and she had to do so now. Laying down with her face still buried in Hayley's crotch, her other hand snaked itself into her lingerie and vigorously rubbed her swollen clit. It didn't take long. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" screamed Hayley and her hip arching turned into orgasmic thrashing as she came, her vaginal walls clamping down hard on Katrina's fingers, pushing Katrina over the edge into the same blissful explosion that her friend was sharing with her for the first time. "Ahhhh... fuck.....OHHHHHHH!!!" Katrina shrieked as her clit was jolted with pleasure. She slowed her licking back down to a soothing tempo as Hayley slowly relaxed, eyes still closed, arms outstretched on the rug, her hair matted and sweat dripping from her arms, legs and stomach. The fire had burnt out to a dim glow and barely illuminated the scene. After a small eternity had passed Katrina stopped and crawled atop Hayley's body to kiss her passionately, the bittersweet taste of her girl-cum passing into her lips. "Hayley... how do you feel?" questioned Katrina, more concerned now with the welfare of her friend and whether she had regretted her actions. There was a long silence before she heard a response. "Amazing, Kat. Fucking amazing." A Warm Welcome It's been a long week; cold showers every day, rain, and the constant ache of being away from you. Finally, after an hour-long drive that seemed to stretch into an eternity, I've made it back to your place. I'll only have a few hours before I leave you, but I need to be clean, desperately. Little do I know just how dirty getting clean will be. I slip into my bathrobe, sling a towel over my shoulder, and turn on the hot tap. Running my hand under the stream, I feel the gentle heat that I've been missing. I close the door, strip down, and gingerly step under the water. As I begin to lather up I hear the door creak open. A hand jerks back the curtain and I see you there in your dark green bathrobe. How to describe that? The beauty before me, enough to leave me stammering like a fool on a normal day, now seeing you for the first time in a week. The gentle wisps of chestnut-red hair gently flowing down your shoulders. I stand, taking you in. In your hand you hold out a bottle of baby oil. As I reach out hesitantly to take it, you rest your hand on my shoulder and push me down. "Get on your knees. Start touching yourself." Ah, now I know my place. My cock springs to attention at the simple thrill of obedience. You pull the belt off your bathrobe and lean in to tie it around my eyes, giving me a quick glance at a small pointed nipple as your robe slips open before you cover my eyes. "Do not stop touching yourself, no matter what happens. Do not come before I say you may." I open the bottle and slowly tip the bottle, feeling for the stream of oil. Once I gather enough, I bring my hand to my throbbing cock, gently covering it from base to tip. I wrap my fist around and gently begin sliding up and down as slow as I can manage. I ache to go faster, but I know I'm going to need to control myself so I don't break your rules. You slowly slip off the robe and step under the water. I feel you take my free hand. You whisper "relax" as you pull my hand to your ankle. You guide my hand up your leg and I feel nothing but your smooth skin as I near your hips, feeling nothing but the smooth curve up your side. My cock twitches as I realize you are completely naked. You slide my hand further up till I feel the soft hair above your pussy. I reach down to graze your wet lips, but you give me a soft slap across the face. "Bad boy. You have to wait for that.." You sharply jerk my hand to your breasts, pulling me to my feet at the same time. "Don't forget my two rules. Do not stop. Do not come." I feel your leg warp around me as you lean in close. I feel your soft breath on my neck and your teeth gently nibbling on my neck. You leave a trail of gentle kisses up my neck to my ear, taking it between your teeth and biting playfully. Just as aI start to lose myself in your touch, you wake me from my stupor and bring my thoughts back to my hand as I feel you pulling me lower and lower. You use my finger to trace the outline of your belly button before pulling me further down. The soft wisps of hair let me know just where you want me. You place my hand just on your clit and let me go. "Play with me", you whisper, as I feel you slide a finger between your moist lips. "Please", I beg, "let me co-". You stop me before I can get those words out with a finger resting on my lips. The wetness of your finger and the hint of your pussy beneath my nose lets me know exactly which finger you use to silence me. "Ask again, this ends now, and you won't be allowed to come for another week." I obediently shut my mouth. You pull your finger from your pussy and slide it under my nose. My cock is straining with desire as your push your finger into my mouth to lick your sweet juices from it. I am suddenly blinded with light as you rip the blindfold from my eyes. "You can stop touching yourself" you say, an order not a suggestion, as you push me back down on to my knees and rest your hand on the back of my head. "Use nothing but the tip of your tongue to pleasure me" you whisper, gently guiding my head between your creamy thighs. I eagerly obey, slowly running my tongue from your clit to the bottom of your slit in a tantalizingly slow motion, enjoying the slightly tangy taste just at the edge of my tongue. Your musky smell makes my cock spring hard in eager anticipation. You spread your legs, forcing your pussy open wider. I move my tongue along the inside of your lips until I come to bury my tongue inside you. I can feel your whole body shudder and pulse through my tongue deep in your pussy. You throw me back on the floor and thrust yourself on top of me. you reach down and grab my cock as you slowly lower your body to mine. I look into your eyes as I feel you sliding open to take me inside you. You sink down slowly until I arrive fully inside your dripping pussy. You place one hand on my chest to steady yourself and use the other to reach behind to grab my balls. You begin rocking back and forth, sliding up and down my cock holding me to the floor and riding my body until we explode in orgasmic bliss. I feel the juices of your pussy and my warm cum mingling and running down your leg and into the drain as we lay there with the water from the shower gently cascading over us.