0 comments/ 11388 views/ 2 favorites Love in the Afternoon By: Jenslady Jens said he was going to be tied up all day with putting together the details for his next project and showing it to his colleagues. He looked so handsome in his perfectly tailored Armani suit as he left. I wasn't expecting him back home until late, so I decided to get some gardening done in the much neglected back yard while he was gone. Normally, I would have worked in the yard in shorts and a t-shirt, but for some reason that day I thought it might be cooler if I wore a sundress. I have this really pretty light blue sundress with thin straps at the shoulders, a tight bodice and flowing skirt. I can't wear a bra with the thin straps of the sundress, but thankfully the bodice is tight enough to support my very full breasts. I'm wearing a pair of satin panties that clashes wildly with the dress, because once again, I have been avoiding doing the laundry. My dress is light blue and my underwear is fuchsia pink and royal blue. It definitely doesn't match and frankly, I don't care even if Jens would find a way to give me a hard time about it! The flower garden is a mess of weeds that take me most of the morning to clear. Even under the broad brim of my straw hat, I can feel the sun warm on my shoulders, and though I've taken the time to carefully protect my fair skin with sunscreen against a nasty sunburn, I can feel them getting a little hot. I'm also becoming really thirsty so I head into the house to make some lemonade. After washing my hands at the sink in the kitchen, I'm reaching for a pitcher on the top shelf of the cupboard when I suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind, pull me hard against his body, and a low and seductive voice whispers in my ear, "Hey lady! Where's your husband? Are you all alone today?" I immediately recognize the voice of Jens and it makes me break out into a happy grin. I start to turn around to kiss him, but he holds me still, and won't let me turn around as he says huskily, "You want to have a little fun?" Just the tone of his voice is turning me on. Hearing that soft murmur against my ear sends a delicious shiver all through me. Boy, do I want to have some fun! The possibilities are racing around and around through my mind. What to do? I grab his large, strong hands as they are holding me firmly at the waist. I slowly start rubbing my hands up his suit clad arms. At the same time, I also begin rubbing my ass against the growing erection I can feel all the way through two layers of fabric. I have always wanted to seduce Jens when he is all dressed up in his "don't fuck with me" business man's suit. Buttoned-down, cool, and collected, I want nothing more than for him to go from power mogul to getting all mussed up by fucking me. But what I want most is for him to lose all control and take me right there in the kitchen. I take hold of his hands in mine and raise them so that they cup my breasts through the thin cotton material of my sundress. This makes me moan at the sweet contact of his hands molded to my softness. With his hands still under mine, I squeeze his fingers, trying to get him to really feel me. He takes the hint and begins to gently massage my breasts, rolling them around in his big hands. Finally feeling the nipples harden into little nubs as he rubs his fingertips across them, I can tell he wants to feel them bare against the palms of his hand. He begins unbuttoning the front of my dress to free my breasts to his touch. He reaches inside my dress, and ummmm....I can't help the sigh I make at the sweet skin on skin contact. His slightly rough fingers are caressing my creamy white and incredibly soft breasts. I lean my head back against his chest as his 6'3" frame towers over my 5'1" petiteness. I love the way Jens and I fit together. I arch my back and thrust my chest out in order to fill his hands with my sensitive tits. Before long though, I feel the need to touch him too. Before Jens has a chance to say anything, I turn around in his arms to face him. My breasts are now falling out of the top of my dress and I press them hard against the starchy stiffness of his shirt covered abdomen. He is so much taller than I am! The feel of his shirt against my distended and aroused nipples is such a turn on to me. He reaches down and pulls the straps from my shoulders, and my dress falls down around my waist in soft folds of fabric. I want to kiss him so badly right now. I reach up and cup his face in my hands and pull him slowly to my mouth. I love kissing Jens and could just stay there exploring his mouth forever with my lips and tongue, but his hands are busy squeezing my ass and pulling me tight against him. Oh, what he does to me! I can't breath now, so I break the kiss, however reluctantly. He pulls away and takes my hand as if to lead me to the bedroom. I just shake my head no. I can see the questioning look in his aroused green eyes. I just whisper, "I want you right here, right now." I take his hands and bring them to my waist and motion my head toward the counter. He takes the hint and lifts me easily in his strong arms up and onto the counter. I take his black wool suit jacket off him and lay it neatly on the counter next to me. Next I take his conservative tie and quickly slip it over his head and off too. I undo the first two buttons on his crisp white shirt and I can't take it anymore. I lean in to kiss his neck and the notch of his collarbone at the base of his throat. He lets out a satisfied moan as he feels me nuzzle that sensitive spot that I know he loves. His hands aren't idle either. He's desperately trying to gather the skirt of my dress out from under me, until it too is bunched at my waist and my nearly bare ass is sitting on the counter. When he sees the panties I'm wearing, he can't help but laugh. "Nice panties", he says, mockingly. Jens knows I wasn't expecting this or I would have put something else on, if nothing else just to keep him from laughing at me. I'm not offended though, as I think it's kinda funny too. "Think you can take them off with just your teeth?", I joke back at him. He gets this suddenly intent look on his face and the next thing I know, he has his face buried in my lap. The stubble of a five-o'clock shadow on his face is tickling the tops of my thighs and I let out a full belly laugh. I can tell he can't quite figure out where to get a hold of the panties. Finally, he realize that if he uses the thinness of the straps at the sides where it goes over my hips, he can get it in his teeth. I'm determined that I'm not going to really help him any more than necessary, though. He gets one side of my panties down to the top of my thighs, but he soon realizes he also has to do the same to the other side. After puzzling it over for a few minutes, he finally concedes they are NOT going to come off without some cooperation from me. He looks up at me from between my thighs with this puppy dog look on his face. "Please Kim, will you lift up for me?" How could I possible refuse a request like that? As soon as I lift my ass off the counter, he has my panties down to the middle of my thighs. From then on, he takes his time removing them the rest of the way, kissing the smooth skin of my thighs and giving little licks as he pulls them down my legs and off. I'm now sitting with my naked ass on the kitchen counter and Jens is crouching between my thighs. I want so much to feel his mouth on me there. I scoot closer to the edge of the counter and hook my legs over his shoulders. It's such a turn on to me that I'm mostly naked and Jens is still fully clothed. I can feel the slightly stiff texture of his shirt under my thighs and against my inner thighs as he moves his hands toward my dripping center. Gently he begins caressing the outer folds of my pussy with his fingertips, feeling how soft and swollen they are. And wet. Amazingly wet. He's hypnotized...drawn to that wetness, like a moth to a flame. He can't help himself, his fingers begin to part my pussy lips so that he can get more fully at that wetness. He rubs his fingers all down and around my pussy, getting his fingers soaking wet with my juices. He then brings them slowly up my body to my lips and paints my lips until they are glossy with my own essence. I stick out my tongue to lick my lips and taste myself there. I'm trying to imagine how I must taste to him. Before he can return his hand to my pussy, I grab his wrist and bring it back to my mouth so I can suck his fingers clean. That is such a turn on for him and I hear him groan again as I try to show him using his own fingers, how my mouth would make love to his cock. Since I won't give up his fingers out of my mouth, he just lowers his head between my thighs until I can feel his warm breath stirring the hair of my pussy. I can hear him breathing deeply of my scent and he tells me how much he loves how I smell when I want him like this. That makes me a little embarrassed and I shift uncomfortably, but he knows me well and he holds me still with a bronzed and furry forearm across my thighs. I can't help it, and I find myself pleading with him to please kiss me and lick me. He immediately thrusts his tongue inside of me without any other preliminary. I'm in shock, but so aroused and turned on as his tongue begins moving gently in and out of me, mimicking what I'm sure another part of him longs to be doing. But I can tell he really does want to please me in this way first. I'm so turned on by the way his agile tongue is thrusting inside me while his nose bumps gently against my clit. He stops tongue fucking me now to concentrate on my clit. I'm in heaven. He is so talented at this. I can feel the tightness beginning inside me and I know I'm going to cum soon. In between gasping for breath, I try to let him know how close I am. His teasing licks are driving me crazy. I need more. He realizes my urgency and without warning he flattens his tongue against my clit hard. That's it. I'm flying now. I'm cumming and cumming and I don't think it's ever going to end. I'm shaking and crying from it. With a final kiss, he slowly raises his head. The sight of the smile on his wet face as he emerges from between my thighs just makes my heart melt and I need to feel him hard inside of me. Bracing myself on shaking arms I reach for his belt buckle. I can feel the hardness of his erection from beneath his slacks. I can't wait to cradle his cock in my hands and stroke it. I carefully lower his zipper and reach inside to find his cock. Jens gently stills my hand against him. "Don't you want to move someplace more comfortable?" he asks me. Still somewhat in a daze from my tremendous orgasm, I shake my head no. I can't wait. I want it to be right here and right now. I reach for him again and finally release him from his slacks. His cock is already so swollen and ready for me. He starts to finish unbuttoning his shirt but I stop him. I want him so mindless for me that he'll take me with all his clothes still on. I begin stroking the length of his cock with my hand, spreading the copious amounts of precum around the head with my thumb and gently squeezing his shaft. It doesn't take much before he's thrusting his hips blindly into my hand, seeking that release. I don't want him to cum in my hand though. Gently I pull on his cock and slide closer to the edge of the counter so I can position him at the entrance to my still glistening pussy. He tenderly removes my hand from around his cock and takes it into his own hand. He begins rubbing the tip of his cock along my pussy from top to bottom getting it nice and wet with my juices. Then he lays the length of his cock along the length of my slit and begins slowly fucking my pussy lips along the length of me without penetrating. That is getting me hot again. Feeling the head bump against my clit with every stroke. His breathing is getting ragged and finally with a deep groan he takes his cock and slowly eases it inside me. I can feel my lips part over the head and then close snugly around his shaft as he enters me. It feels soooo good. Finally he is completely buried inside me and I hold firmly onto his ass, just holding him still for a second as I enjoy the feeling of being filled up with his cock. I'm a small woman, so it's a tight fit, but perfect too. It's not enough now. I need him to move. I thrust my hips up at him and he grins down at me. "You want something?" he asks innocently. He's going to make me say it. Ask for it. He loves to tease me like that. Finally I just say it "Please, I want you to fuck me." Slowly he draws his hips back until he's just inside of me and then he forcefully slides forward until his pubic bone hits my clit. That is so amazing. He knows just how I like it. I don't have to tell him. Gentle retreat, then forcefully coming back inside. He starts to build up a rhythm that has me arching my back and thrusting my hips back at him. He's not as gentle now, as he grabs my hips and pulls me ever closer to him as he pounds into me. It feels so good. I love it like this. I can feel his cock swelling inside me and his thrusts are becoming more erratic. I can tell he's close to cumming. I whisper to him, "Please cum inside me. I want to feel you pulsing inside me. Let go baby, and cum for me." He's frantically reaching his hand for my clit to make me cum with him. I feel him touch my sensitive nub slightly and I can tell I'm going to cum again too. "Just let go and cum for me. I want to see you cum," I whisper to him. Suddenly he's thrusting hard against me and I can feel the shaking in his legs as his whole body tightens up. He throws his head back and lets out a long, loud groan, "I'm going to cum. Oh...you feel so good. I'm going to cum inside you." And then I feel it. The release of my own tension into an explosive orgasm at the same time I feel the hot splash of Jens spurting his cum inside me again and again. Feeling the twitching of his cock as he continues to fill me with his juices. He is trembling as he thrusts one last time. I clench my pussy all around him to squeeze every last drop from his pulsating cock. Oh, how I love making love with my darling Jens. Love in the Afternoon He had his body wrapped around me before I even closed the door to his bedroom, late that Friday. It was after school, the sun peaking through the late afternoon fog. I craved him; one look from him with those icy blue eyes made me completely wet. I wanted to resist him. . . We made small talk about school as he laid me on his bed, kissing my forehead as he wrapped his arms around me. Chit chat about how my term paper was received in some overly erudite upper-division history course, how certain activities and classes were taking too much of his time. I had to keep him at bay, though my kisses said otherwise. "I like this shirt," he said, gesturing at my plum, sleeveless blouse. Sliding his long hands along the curve of my lower back, he added, "It's like you're hardly wearing anything at all." Squirming, I tried to resist his advances. Each kiss grew more erotically charged. He sucked on my bottom lip as his hands crept up the front of my shirt, searching for a bra under the fabric. With great fervor, he reached for my breasts and squeezed. So strong were his hands, I let out a throaty moan. . . "Oh, be careful. . ." I warned, somewhat fearful of what else I had to say. "Be gentle with me," I whispered huskily. "I'm tender." "Tender -- like how?" "Well," I looked away from him, "I'm on my period." "Hmmmm . . . okay. Does this hurt?" he asked, cupping my left breast in his hand as he coaxed me to arousal with his thumb. "No, no. . ." I stammered, pausing to regain my cool. "No, not at all. I'm just, my breasts feel really heavy. And I'm sensitive." His hands trailed back down, lightly massaging my lower abdomen. Under his hands, my stomach grumbled in hunger. "You want something to eat?" I walked down to his kitchen, using the spiral staircase that twisted into a "hipster bachelor kitchen." We were alone in his house; no roommates, no weird records playing in the background. He made us a light dinner, leaning against me from behind as I grabbed two plates from the cupboard and spinning me around to kiss him. After dinner, we laid on the couch, my feet astride his spindly limbs. Tracing the contours of my face, he smiled wryly. "You know, if I made love to you slowly, it might help if you have cramps? We could take our time." "Oh, I know what you're after," I joked, raising my eyebrows knowingly. "Well, I can't make it less obvious," he whispered, pushing my hair away from my face before grazing my neck with his lips. "And I don't care what time of the month it is. It doesn't make me want you any less." I laid my body out flat before him, my hipbones protruding from under my shirt. Slowly, he unlaced his fingers from my beltloops and slid his hands up my stomach, searching my face periodically for approval. He caressed my body, bending down at the waist to forge a trail of warm kisses up my torso. He laid his body on top of me, his hands peeling at my shirt to reveal a black push-up bra that contained my swollen, aching breasts. Coming up to meet me for a soft kiss, he offered, "Shall we go upstairs?" I led him by the hand, back to his bedroom. Looking at me, he shut the door behind him and threw on a Prefuse 73 cd as I sat down at the foot of his bed. Rolling into bed with me, he said, "Let me see you strip." I met him with a naughty gaze as I stood before him, stretching my body toward the ceiling as I let the shirt crumple under me. My body bent as my jeans slid down my waist and onto the floor, my green eyes still fixed on his, flashing with anticipation. I reached behind my back for the bra clasp, undoing it slowly as I slinked out of it like a snake sheds its coil, my nipples hardened as they became exposed to the cool air. He hadn't touched me, but I could feel the goosebumps descend down my body. I was about to take off my lacy, black, boy-cut panties when he stopped me. "No, don't. Let me." He ran his hands up my thighs, teasing me by tracing along the hemline with his fingertips. He began to roll my panties off of my hips and parted my legs with the palms of his hands. His head moved closer to my center. As my panties fell in lacy puddle around my feet, he flashed a wicked grin, clasping my tampon string with his teeth and pulling it out of me. And then. . . He divided me with his tongue, his lips sucking on my swollen clit. Slowly, his mouth languished over the friction that came from his rough tongue against my silkiness. He began teasing me as he flickered his tongue in and out, alternating his speed and pressure rhythmically. I felt my head get dizzy as I called out his name. But then I grew nervous -- I had never had someone make love to me during that time before. Fearful, I asked, "What do I taste like?" Squinting his eyes, he whispered. "Sex -- you taste like sex." His tongue disappeared inside of me as I grew shocked by how much wetter and warmer I felt. I never felt this juicy -- no one ever took me there. His snarly lips kept vibrating off of me as he collected all of my nectar with his tongue. But his tongue was not enough. . . "Writhe with me," I demanded, positioning him on top of me. He was still in his boxers, the starchy cotton constricting his protrusion. As he laid on top of me, I continued, "Take them off -- I want to be naked with you." Dutifully, he obeyed as his boxers travelled the length of his long legs and onto the floor. He held onto my waist as he inched his way inside of me, rotating his hips with each thrust. "Oooooh," I moaned, his hardness filling me up, "that's it, baby. Just like that. How do I feel?" "So tight," he moaned dryly into my ear. "And you've never felt this wet before." "Well," I smirked. "Who got me that way? Go deeper, baby -- don't be shy. You feel so good." He let out a groan as he merged into me, accommodating his body to the music as our hips swiveled into one another. Between kisses, he moaned, "I've missing this. I've missed being inside of you. I want you so badly." "Well, then take me," I demanded, flashing a wicked smile that suggested that I wanted to feel him pulsate inside of me. "Fuck me. Fuck me with that long, thick cock." A smirk spread across his face as he loomed above me, begging to hear more from my filty mouth. His thrusts gained momentum as he grew more excited. He loved it when I talked dirty. He raised his body so that he was kneeling before me, stretching my legs over his shoulders as he re-entered me. We gyrated in that position before he spooned me and fucked me doggy-style, my g-spot fully activated with our parallel configuration. But, as always, he grew restless. He got up out of bed and looked at the floor-length mirror parallel to his bed. Using his hands, he beckoned "Come 'ere. I want you to see something." He guided me to his chair and sat down in front of me. Clutching onto my hips again, he led my gaze to the mirror as he demanded, "Ride me." I straddled his cock, leaning back to grab my heels with my hands as he steadied me. We began pumping into each other as I grew stunned by what we looked like together in daylight. I was amazed at the shapes we formed and how our faces contorted with pleasure with each thrust. Up, down, up up down. Slow, slow fast fast fast slow. I felt a wetness inside avalanche as he carried me by the hips back into bed. I straddled him on his bed, my body grinding him into his mattress as he studied my body with his mouth and hands. I felt so thick as a woman. My breasts were heavy in his hands, my body brazen as I shook my bedroom hips for him. And the fact that he wasn't afraid of me, and relished in my juicy sweetness made me desire him even more. With each turn, I grew closer to orgasm. "I love watching your mouth," he said. "Your mouth forms this beautiful circle when you're about to come." Words did not come to me so easily as I slammed him further inside of me, his hands lightly slapping my ass with each echoed moan. "I know what you mean, lover," I replied. "I love it when you bite your bottom lip right as you're about to lose it." . . .And then, a spark. Followed by several sparks. I contracted around his throbbing cock as the blood vessel burst. Panting heavily, I could wrap my mouth around certain words before I could only moan his name. "What does it feel like? How do I feel when you're coming?" "Like lightning is shooting through me," I cried as I took him deeper inside. "Harder, harder! Ohhhh, wow! Don't stop." FAN-TAS-TIC! Electricity rushed through us both. Slowly, the pulsation lessened as I grew looser around his cock. Satisfied. Fatigued. He reached down to his thick, pink cock, stroking the head as I kneeled above his limber, sprawled body. He smiled, "Look at you -- you're beautiful. I get excited just by watching you." I marveled at him for a moment; studying his long, pale body, his tawny arms, his flat stomach, his athletic thighs, that trail of hair beneath his bellybutton that begged temptation. And then I studied his face; those wide, pensive blue eyes that looked at me with a playful sense of erotic danger framed by fluttery eyelashes, his fleshy, red sneer, his long, prominent nose. Then I ventured south. . . I bent down to take each testicle in my mouth, forming concentric circles with my eager tongue as I wandered up and down his shaft. "Yes, yes -- suck me!" I traced some protruding, blue veins with slick fingertips as I dove back between his thighs. My grip around his balls grew tighter as his breathing grew heavier. Indicating that he was close to orgasm, I raised my lips to the head, slurping as salty beads dissolved in my mouth, tightening my lips around the head and teasing the frenulum with my tongue. I took him softly, each time with less force as he crumpled underneath me, a spent man. Soon after, we sighed. He wrapped his arms around me as he spooned me under the covers, kissing and using the tip of his nose to trace the line from my temple to my collarbone. We sunk into each other, lightly misted with each other's musk. A surge of energy rushed through us as he wrapped his arms around me -- one with the anticipation that comes after a magnificent conjoining and before the promise of another one.