4 comments/ 42830 views/ 3 favorites Contentment By: matriarch The continuing tale of two women in love. "It's a red satin cincher with black stockings and hells. Red cami and tap pants. A nice English cincher with six garters as opposed to the American style with just four." Your voice was low, breathy, husky, enticing. You knew full well the effect your words were having on me. "I think the pants are a bit too much. Don't you feel overdressed?" "Loose my tap pants? Do you think I would look better? The red of the cincher might clash with the red of my bush. Should I take them off? Just for you?". You were playing along now, teasing me, knowing that I was excited, could hear the excitement, the want in my voice. Growling low in my throat, "Yes, take them off. Just for me. I do not worry about the clash, I will not see it, my eyes will be elsewhere. While you wait for me to come home, I want you to go sit in a comfortable chair, one with arms. I want you to sit with your legs over the arms of the chair, and just think of the things that you would like me to do for you, and with you. BUT, while you think and while you sit that way, you are not to play with yourself, not one single touch. Promise? I want all that energy saved up for an explosion later." "Goodness! Well, I have stood and slid off my tap pants, they are on the floor at my feet. My pussy is naked now, totally open, just for you. My legs are up over the armrests of a wingback chair. As much as I don't know if I can help myself, I promise to keep my hands busy with something else. Hurry home!" This conversation is running over and over in my head, on a continuous loop, as I drive home from work. The pictures in my head making my heart pound, my mouth dry, and my hands tremble in anticipation. I am working very hard to concentrate on the road and the traffic, when all I want to do is let my head move into the pictures, the image of you, open, wet and waiting for me. It has been a long hard day at work, non-stop telephone calls, and each one creating its own crisis. I had been feeling drained mentally, so when I took a break I called you at home, hoping the sound of your voice would energise me for the remainder of the day. As always, your voice produced that soft, damp warmth that spread throughout my body, making me melt into my chair, as I lay back and closed my eyes. You were telling me about some new underwear you had bought, and one particular outfit caught my attention, making my eyes shoot open, and my pulse rate shoot up at the same time. "Sara, describe that to me again, please." I asked. There was a pause, and your voice changed, lower and huskier in tone, "It's a red satin cincher..." Almost immediately, the picture of you in it flew into my head, and I was no longer tired, I was aroused, very aroused. That was when I quickly had my idea, and gave you my instructions as to how I would like to find you on my arrival home. My heart was quickening at the thought of making love with you, my pussy was throbbing, and I could feel myself becoming wet. And now, I was on my way home to the vision, to the woman I adored, who managed to reduce me to a trembling heap of desire and lust, every time I saw her, heard her, touched her. I could hardly wait to see what awaited me. Having parked the car, and make my way into the house, forcing myself not to just run and throw myself on you. I leave my briefcase in the hall, take deep breaths to calm myself, and walk slowly up the stairs to our bedroom and open the door. As the door opens you look up from the chair and smile shyly at me. I am delighted to see that you have done as I asked, only much more, you have placed the chair facing the door, so the first thing I see as I enter is you, your pussy glistening, pink and beckoning to me, stretched wide open over the arms of the chair. God, its all I can do not to just run over, kneel and devour you on the spot. Patience Kate, patience. You have been such an obedient girl, I like that, very much, but now I have to see if you really have been good. Walking slowly over to you, I stop in front of you and allow my eyes to take in the sight in front of me. It almost takes my breath away. The glorious hair, the intense sparkling inviting eyes, luscious full lips just waiting to be kissed. Who would resist, I most definitely cannot. Without touching you, I bend and press my lips to yours, licking over them, opening my mouth to suck your lips in, allowing my top lip to drift down and take your bottom lip between my teeth, gently biting and pulling. As I release the lip, I slide my tongue into your mouth to play gently over yours, moving side to side, briefly touching your cheeks and teeth, smiling into your mouth as I hear your low moan of pleasure. Unable to stop it, one of my hands reaches out and the fingertips gently stroke over the skin above the top of your camisole, making you shiver. Reluctantly I remove my mouth and hand and straighten up, smiling at the pout of disappointment on your face. As I stand, your scent rises to my nostrils, so I know you are aroused, but have you been good? Reaching to you, I take one of your elegant hands in mine, and lift the fingers to my nose, inhaling gently. All I can smell is you and your perfume. Good, but I must make sure. Raising my eyes to look into yours, I turn the hand and softly trail my lips and tongue over the sensitive inner wrist, making you whimper, and then up over your palm, kissing softly. Slowly and deliberately, I take each finger in turn in to my mouth, sucking and licking down to the knuckle, and when I am satisfied there is no pussy residue, I lower it and do the same with the other hand. By the time I am finished, your eyes are closed and your breathing has quickened perceptibly, and as I look down at where I want to be, I see distinct signs of moisture on your beautifully splayed lips. I back a few steps away and as I begin to unbutton my shirt slowly, I softly call your name. Your eyes open, focussing on me, watching my every move. Having opened the shirt I allow it to slide off my shoulders, stopping briefly when it is held in the crook of my arms, framing my heavy breasts and their, unusually for me, lace-edged bra. I see your eyes widen in surprise, and a sly smile creep over your face. Then that over-active tongue sneaks out of your mouth and very slowly, oh so slowly lick your lips, smacking them together noisily before the tongue darts back into your sweet mouth. I let the shirt fall to the floor, then walk over to you, kneel in front of you and turn my back, whispering to you as I do, "Undo it for me love, take if off." I steel myself for the inevitable shiver as your fingers touch me, but still can't avoid it rippling through my body. You are an expert at undoing my bra, and when necessary can almost rip it off me in a flash, so I know you are deliberately prolonging this moment when I feel you fumble with the clasp and your fingertips brush against my skin, several times. Smiling to myself I let this pass, but as your fingers reach to push the straps off my shoulders, and I feel them begin to move over and down my front, I quickly cover them with mine, turn to you kissing them, and whisper against them, "Not yet, not yet." Moving away from you with difficulty, I resume my position in front of you, and unbuttoning my pants allow them to fall from my legs, step out of them and kick them away, along with my shirt. I watch you as your eyes rake over my body longingly, bringing a flush of heat to my skin, and breath in deeply as you raise them to mine, and I see the desire burning brightly, matching my own growing need. Now I move back close to you, throw cushions on the floor in front of the chair and kneel on them in front of you, but do not bend to your centre which is now visibly wet, not unlike my own. The aroma, oh god, the aroma has my head swimming and my mouth watering. My eyes lock on yours, as each of my hands reach out sideways to gently touch a stocking covered foot, my fingertips sliding gently up and down the sole from heel to toes. You inhale quickly, your eyes closing against the sight of me in front of you, and trying to shut out the feel of my fingers on your feet. Slowly my fingers work their way over the foot, pressing slightly into the crevice between each toe, rubbing the sheer, silky stockings against your skin. Lightly I trail my fingers up the inside of each calf, and back down again on the other side. I can see you slightly biting your bottom lip, but with your eyes still closed. This is not right, I need you to watch. I stop all movement and leave my fingers resting on the inside of your ankles, waiting. After a few seconds you slowly open your eyes and look at me questioningly. I tilt my head slightly to one side, and raise my eyebrows at you. Instinctively, you know what I want and nod imperceptibly. From then, your eyes are focussed on either mine, or my hands, watching and feeling every movement. I am pleased as I notice your breathing change from regular to shallow, to occasional gasps. Good. By now, my fingers have reached your knees, and I lightly press against the back of them, urging you to lift them slightly. You lift your feet and place them against the arms of the chair, a movement that stretches your pussy even wider, and leaves me almost breathless with desire. I have to stop briefly, to control my breathing, then continue to make my around your skin, lightly tickling the back of your knees and then moving slowly down the back of your thighs to where they rest on the arm of the chair. The journey continues trailing lightly around the inside of your thighs, a movement that has you gasping, mouth open, and your head pushed back as far as it can go against the chair back. As I look down, I can almost see your pussy flexing at me, urging me in. I will resist for a little longer, thought not much more; my control is ebbing away. A few more light trailing movements on the inside of your thighs, especially around the top of your stockings, has your legs trembling, and as I move my fingers to the very top, where your thigh becomes your pussy, I take pity on your muscles, and sliding my hands under your thighs, lift your legs and place them over my shoulders. You open your eyes again (I let that one go, even I cold not have kept my eyes open then), and watch me, as I turn my head from side to side, placing slow, gentle lingering kisses on the inside of your thighs, moving closer and closer to where you want me to be, and where I want to be. I smile happily as I feel your heels begin to press into my back, urging me closer and closer, but I will not be rushed. By now the throbbing in my own pussy is almost matching what I imagine to be happening in yours. My panties are soaked through, and my aroma is mixing deliciously with yours. Slowly I lower my head and stopping the tiniest distance from your lips, I hear the moan of frustration that seeps out of you. A gentle exhale of breath over your lips and I feel the shudder as it rushes through your body and down your legs. Very lightly I press my nose to your lips, now gaping wide open, deep red in their arousal, and inhale. Dear Lord, I almost fall over when that aroma hits my nerve endings. I try to make sure my nose is not touching your clit, not yet, and reach out my tongue allowing it to gently lick down one lip. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see your hands clenching into fists, dying to grab my head and push my face into you, needing that contact, but knowing I am not ready for that yet. Your moans and whimpers, and pleading, "Kate, Kate, please..." are almost continuous now, I know you want me, want me inside you. I reach for one of your hands and lightly place it on my shoulder letting you know that this would be OK. You move the other one, and as I slide my tongue up and down each lip, barely touching, I know how you feel by the movements of your fingers digging into my flesh. With no warning, I thrust my tongue in to you as deeply as it will go, at the same time pushing my nose up against your hard clit, which has been begging at me all the time. I move my hands from your thighs where they had been resting, and reaching round, gently caress the skin of your tummy, above that wonderful red bush. Circling my hands softly round and round your abdomen, sliding up under the edge of the cincher, then under the suspender straps, to caress your hips, then underneath you, cupping your cheeks, holding you tightly, pulling you against me, wanting to take you into my mouth, all of you, devour you. A strangled cry is forced from you at these touches, increasing in strength as my tongue plunges deeper and deeper into your silky depths, my moaning joining you. The vibration from me only increases the sensations, and I feel your hips begin to push against me. Knowing the moment is approaching, your hands leave my shoulders and move to the back of my head, urging me closer and deeper into you. Moving one hand from under you, I bring it round and as I withdraw my tongue from you, replace it with two fingers, which I plunge deeply into you, moving back and forth against your tissues, then withdraw them, and add another, continuing to move back and forth into you. Then withdraw the three, and add the fourth finger, which I slide back into you, feeling the tissues move against them. Pushing, but never forcing. I feel your walls shaping themselves around my fingers, feel the wetness, the softness, and softly, huskily whisper, "Sara...?" You struggle to open your eyes, moving your head to look at me. Knowing what I want, you simply nod, being unable to speak. You watch breathlessly as I remove my hand, curl my thumb into my palm, and then, with our eyes locked on each other, I gently push my hand against your opening, until I feel the tissues move apart, and I slide my hand into you. There is no resistance, you are too wet for it, too open, and you want it in you. I watch as your eyes roll upwards, eyelids flutter, then close, your head lolls back. A long drawn out moan, filled with my name, "Kate" is the only sound you can make in the pleasure of feeling me inside you. My own body is desperately crying out for attention, but my time will come later. For now, this is about you, giving you pleasure, and I push my own needs away, gently moving my hand inside you, feeling the throbbing of our flesh, the way the walls cling to me, shape themselves around me. Your hands are pulling at my head, urging me against you, and I will no longer refuse. Moving forward I gently take your clit in my mouth, suck it between my lips, loving the sound of the wail that escapes from your mouth, as your back arches, your head goes back and you begin to whimper and moan in the need for release. "Please Kate, please." you plead. Together my hand and mouth orchestrate your finale, twisting slowly inside you, fingers reaching out to gently stroke the walls, your hips moving urgently against my face to the tune of your pleading and whimpering. Then, the final surge, as I feel your muscles tighten convulsively against my hand, the rush of extra wetness which allows me to move it more, pushing deeper inside you against your cervix; some seeping out around my wrist, allowing me to taste it as I caress your clit with my tongue, sucking it deeply into my mouth. Your hips push up once against me, your hands pull my head hard against you, your heels dig hard into my back and your thighs squeeze my head, as you come for me in a shuddering, shivering, overwhelming release, accompanied by a long moan. I can stand it no longer, and quickly move my other hand to my own burning centre, and with a few quick strokes of my rigid clit, feel myself coming, sending a long moan into you. My moan draws out a few more shudders and aftershocks from you, and when finally I feel your hands gently urge my head away from you, I know it is done. Lifting my head, I lie my cheek against your mound, feeling your body moving to your still-rapid breathing, making me smile with satisfaction, and for now I leave my hand inside you, where it belongs. I feel your body relax with exhaustion, your hands gently stroking my hair, and your legs falling away from my head, still trembling. I gently kiss the inside of your thigh, which makes you shiver, and I hear your voice, between still gasping breaths, "God, Kate, that was ...." and you say no more, no more is needed as your head falls back against the chair. We are content. For now. Contentment He got the call when he was on the freeway coming home from work. Instantly he winced, worried that she was calling to change plans, only to realize it was exactly that. "Honey," he answered, doing his best to hide his disappointment. Instantly she was apologetic. "I'm soooo sorry, honey. I had the worst day at work. We had to lay off two people and you know who that job got pushed to. You know how much that stinks, laying off people who have really been working hard all so the higher ups can get a better country club membership? "It's ok, I know there are days like those. I'm kinda tired too," he lied. She was a good woman and he was lucky to have her. In addition to being a great wife, amazing lover and a better companion than he ever could have dreamed, she was a driven worker. Six months to the day she began work at Feldman & Feldman Financial, she was promoted to the post of Regional Senior VP, a spot most people spent lifetimes envying. Despite the time and energy she ceded to her job, their relationship prospered. They shared duties around the house and he learned to enjoy cooking for her now and then. Many evenings she would come home from a twelve hour day at the office to find him asleep in the bedroom, the house thoroughly cleaned and her dinner waiting for her in the oven. Today she was home earlier and he saw her lying on her back, still dressed professionally in her business attire, on the bed. Her hands were clasped over her stomach and her eyes were closed. Trevor knew she was awake by the steady breathing of her chest. She was practicing the meditation exercises she learned. When he entered she didn't move, only acknowledged his presence with a slight smile and a "Hi, honey." He returned the greeting and she added, "Sorry about tonight." "Oh, that's all right, I'm perfectly capable of making dinner myself." "I'll have some of yours when you do," she half joked. Instead of leaving he sat behind her to prop her shoulders on his knees. She acquiesced and spread her arms, allowing him to rub her shoulders. Eventually her suit jacket came off and he unbuttoned half her blouse. The sight of her large breasts pressed beneath her bra excited him and he knew she felt him erect beneath her. He made to take off her shirt but she stopped and made him rise. Her eyes opened lazily and she directed, "Take off all your clothes." Never seeing this side of his wife before, he did as commanded. Though she had seen him naked hundreds of times he felt nervous, as if he were on display. When he relieved himself of his underwear she saw his erection. His cock hung thickly between his strong thighs, a subtle smile appearing on her face. She divested herself of her skirt, spread her legs and had him kneel at the foot of the bed between them. Their love life was fulfilling and he enjoyed pleasing his wife but tonight something felt different. Her lower body undulated and he quickly recognized the familiar scent of his wife's ardor. It was one he'd grown to love, one that never failed to excite him. Like a puppet on a string, he tore at the pantyhose that covered her, exposing the smooth flesh underneath. A warm sigh showed her approval. She wore the light blue cotton panties he'd gotten her as a gag gift years ago. She was used to wearing much sexier underclothes, making the panties in front of him look so virginal. Slowly he placed two firm, closed mouth kisses in the center of the material, hearing a murmur of impatience after each. She was fully reclined, her eyes closed, brow slightly furrowed, caught up in the complete relaxation she was feeling. Not wanting to wait a moment longer, he pulled at the cotton, tearing the fabric with a visceral rrrrip! In that one moment her body froze and he felt her sex beneath him. Its warmth emanated against him like hot vapor. He boldly kissed her, his mouth stretching to her hole to her clit. Heavy breaths from his nostrils alerted her tiny nub. "Oh God....Yes....Finally....," she moaned lewdly. This was unlike his normally reticent wife. Though no stranger to enjoying herself sexually, he had never seen her so open about it. "God...," she moaned. "I needed this all day...couldn't get it off my mind." She reached beneath her to stroke his hair. She was damp before he even touched her and he wondered how long she had been this way. It wasn't out of the ordinary for her to masturbate at work, she even called to tell him about it sometimes, but for her to go without when she was this needy was unusual. He'd been in this position many times and knew her pussy better than she did herself. She enjoyed long, slow strokes that caressed her labia and she preferred when he made good use of his lips. Her clit was usually very sensitive so he learned to take his time with it. Rather than rush to it and throw off her orgasm, he teased. It was the center of her pleasure and he learned to appreciate it as a man should. He'd seen how intense her orgasms could be when it was approached the right way. She seemed to be enjoying it more as her pussy pressed against his face and rotated against him. Her juices were smeared across his face and her hand on the back of his head kept him in place against her. This was a side he'd never seen and it excited him. His prick erected and pressed against the bedsheets. "That's it," she babbled to herself. "Just don't move honey...your tongue..oh yes...like that." He worked to keep up with her, his mouth moving quickly over her sex to match her movements. Soon she was covered in her juices and began blatantly masturbating right in front of him. "Hold on honey," he warned. "Don't rush it, it will happen..." She paid him no mind, only pressed her pussy harder against his mouth, cutting off his air. Her head rolled back and her back arched. He felt her legs wrap around his neck, using his shoulder for balance as she lifted off the mattress. What had happened to work to make her act like this? Though she kept herself well shaved, she preferred to keep a small patch of fur above her clit. He'd always enjoyed the soft feel of her hair beside her smoothly shaven skin. When he pressed his mouth to her it reminded him of how close he was. The fragrant hairs tickling his nose aroused him and made him realize how close he was to his woman. His lips and mouth were covered with her juices and now, hovering just before her orgasm broke, she flowed freely. It was thick and sweet and flowed slowly down his throat. He swallowed eagerly, savoring the warm taste. With her hand on the back of his head, she brusquely rubbed herself over his face. "There, there...that's it...," she said and let loose with a deep, guttural moan. Her juices flooded from her sex, drenching him. He reveled in the feel of his woman, her come dripping down his face. She bucked and cried and slowly her orgasm receded, eased with soft kisses and gentle licks along her labia, against her pussyhole and on the damp mound above her clit. "Thank you...thank you," she panted heavily, catching her breath. He moved to lay behind her, his pants discarded and cock stiff. As he rolled to his side it pressed against her and sought out her warmth. Warm cuntjuice dripped onto his ripe cockhead and he heard only a gasp. "Honey," she begged. "Just a second...please...let me catch my breath." Undeterred, he mounted her. For a moment she struggled then gave in when the heated length of his member pierced her opening and she let out a brusque moan. He looked down at her, face ruddy with exertion, bangs held to her face by a thin coating of sweat and drove deeper. Her hands reached to him but he grabbed her wrists and held them taut above her head, causing her breasts to swell. "Don't move," he warned. "I want you and I will have you." Her only answer was a warm breath he recognized as one of anticipation. Her pussy was wetter than he was used to and his cock slid in and out of her with no resistance. It held him tight and he felt the head swell almost painfully as he enjoyed her sex. Juices collected on his balls, dripping down his thighs and between his legs. A wet slapping sound filled the room with each drive into her. "Greedy little slut, wanting nothing more than a mouth on your pussy getting you off." He scolded and she nodded happily. "Your pussy is mine, here for my pleasure. You will make me come because that's what you're here for." He reached down, grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to answer him. Her eyes were wild, untamed. She looked close to the breaking point. "Yes...oh god, yes. Please Trevor, fuck me. Use me. Make yourself come." The words pushed him beyond his control and he felt his seed well up within him, forcing him to the edge. That she was broken and begging appealed to him on the most primitive, animal level and he took her violently, his cock slamming against her exhausted cunt. His balls were sore with urgency and he filled her insides with precome, readying for his eruption. One final stroke out of her body pushed him and she watched as his cock, positioned between her parted thighs, launched a thick stream of pearly ejaculate. It shot above her before landing to coat her breast, chin, lips and cheeks. The sound of his groan made her very warm. It was the sound of unbelievable relief, a deep groan that spoke of how badly he needed this release. It was longer than he was used to, his orgasm churning out two, three, four more loads that pushed out of his body, each accompanied with a gasp that affected her deeply. Despite his rough words, she never felt so close to him. This man that had serviced her so selflessly then took her greedily, had opened her. Tears began to collect as the final twinges of her body passed. She closed her eyes, weeping softly and, with her legs spread and cunt worn, she slipped into a sleep that warmed her heart. Never had she felt more at peace. Contentment She was 9 years old. She ran down the sidewalk clutching it in her hands. Her hair flowing out behind her like sunlight, her face almost breaking with the grin stretching it. Her eyes shone like diamonds catching the sun. Up the stairs and across the porch, in the door, across the living room, delighting in the look of astonishment, she held it up, it's gorgeous petals and perfect leaves, its delicate scent, perfect. "I love you Daddy!" She was 16 years old. She danced! Her gorgeous evening gown flowing about her like water, her hair done up perfectly, even hints of the perfect perfume swirled out from her as she moved. And, she danced! There was laughter and flirting and admiring young men trying to get just one dance. There was punch and cookies, there was music and light, and she danced, all through the night. She was 22 years old. She walked down the isle. Everyone was there. Butterflies danced madly in her stomach, her gown her mother's, her hair in a coiffure of bluebells and light from the delicate things woven into it, her arm wrapped in her fathers, her eyes locked on the one whom she would promise forever to. Saying yes, kissing, the reception, the gifts, the dancing, her Daddy's tears of joy and wistfulness, that night... oh that night... She was 26 years old. The doctor was their, her husband, her family, soon she would give birth to the wiggling bundle of joy she could feel moving around inside of her. She was elated and terrified. She breathed, she cussed, she held on for dear life, she said "Never Again!", she looked into her baby daughter's eyes, she held her for the first time, she nursed her at her breast, she was awash in emotions too difficult to describe but she knew she loved this little child more than life itself. She was 34 years old. She stood at the front of the room and everyone cheered. She was the one that had done this, she was the one that these people were here in honor of, she saw the happiness and appreciation, and camaraderie in the eyes of the ones she had worked so hard with. She took the podium and began to speak. She was 47 years old. She cheered madly. So happy to see her daughter there, so proud of her, the honors that she had earned, the recognition and the degree she had worked for, her little girl was a grown woman and she was so happy. The party, her daughter interacting, so assured, nothing like the little girl of old, yet still with that joy for life and beautiful smile. She was 56 years old. She played with the wonderful wriggling ball of joy, changed the diapers and cooed and gooed and kissed the wonderfully fat cheeks and relished the awesome look of wonder she had almost forgotten from seeing it in her own children's eyes. She was Grandma now and oh how wonderful it was. She was 67 years old. The world small below her window stretched out like a living map as they flew. The beach, the sand, the sun, together they reveled in it. She was new again, life seemed like it had just begun once again. The lovemaking hot and beautiful that filled their nights, she did not try to process all the things that had gone before, she just reveled in this wonderful creature and the utter joy and happiness of it. She was 78 years old. Still sharing, giving, and caring. Active each day and spreading her talents far and wide in her volunteer work, in caring for the "Elderly" at the local senior center, in gathering donations for her causes. Missing her children when they were not near and reveling in the joys of Great-Grandmotherhood. Never stopping, energy and joy and things to fill her day, each day, a gift for her and her a gift for others. She was 89 years old. All her family was there. A birthday celebration to remember, the photos, the memories, so many old and new friends. She was bemused with all of the love and affection, she wasn't so special, if they thought she was special they should have known her Mother, now there was an amazing lady... She was 92 years old. Her family was once again together. The doctors were there. Her favorite Grandson, her lovely daughter grown into such a fine woman. Her memories, and it was warm, and sleep was easy.