Crimson Curves, Silent Breath

Lisa. My sexy life partner. My wife. She is stunning, the kind of woman that you can’t help but stare at. When she talks, you can’t hear what she’s saying because you are struggling to breathe. When she moves, it’s like a dance, so graceful. She is probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is tall, about 5’9″, with long, cascading waves of caramel-colored hair and that beautiful, sun-kissed tan that all women envy. Her eyes are dark, pools of mystery that seem to hold a thousand unspoken desires. She has high, full breasts and full hips, a body sculpted by nature into a masterpiece of curves. She’s not skinny, athletic actually, but oh…those curves. And, she has no idea how gorgeous she is. She believes she’s average. She is amazing.

We went to our local biker bar, “The Rusty Spur,” after work. It’s a dive, but cozy, with worn leather booths and the scent of stale beer and something vaguely smoky in the air. I parked around the back where no one else usually goes, behind a stack of old tires. She ordered a round of shots, something she rarely does. Typically, it’s just one beer for happy hour. The moment the glasses were empty, she ordered another round and slid her hand up my thigh. It sent a jolt of heat through me, a primal recognition of her intoxicating presence. I ordered the next two rounds, my hand instinctively reaching for the ice bucket.

She talked, and I listened, captivated by the low timbre of her voice and the subtle blush that crept up her cheeks when I suggested, “I want you.” The air crackled with unspoken tension. We walked out to our car, her hand resting lightly on the small of my back, a silent invitation. When we got to the car, her back was against the car door, and she pulled me in close, her scent – a blend of vanilla and something musky and undeniably alluring – enveloping me. I could smell her perfume, her shampoo, her. She was intoxicating. Our senses were on overload.

She took my hand and placed it on her breast, her skin soft and warm beneath my fingertips. I cupped it, squeezing gently, feeling the delicate swell beneath my palm. A moan escaped my lips involuntarily. She moaned too, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. We kissed, a tentative exploration that quickly escalated into a desperate need. My head was spinning, my senses completely overwhelmed. I thought we shouldn’t do this here, in a public place, but I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop!

Pulling her blouse open, I slid a hand in her bra, cupping a bare breast again as my thumb began circling a nipple. The sensitive skin tingled beneath my touch, sending waves of pleasure through me. I was afraid I’d cum right then, the anticipation building with each gentle stroke. I also knew her nipples were extremely sensitive, and touching her was exquisite. She pulled my hand away, and I sighed, regretfully. As the princess reached down and touched me, I whispered, “We really shouldn’t do this here.”

Lisa said, “I’ve been waiting so long for this. Shhh, let me touch you,” and she did. Her fingers traced patterns on my chest, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure.

I kissed her again, deeper, harder, pulling her hair as I held her mouth against mine. My head was spinning, my body aching with a desire I couldn’t contain. I reached up again and played with her still hard nipples, using my fingers to tease and caress. With my other hand, I reached under her dress, found her wet panties and slipped a finger & began to search. I found her clit and she jerked, a small, involuntary movement that sent a jolt through me. We moaned together, lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around us. She pressed harder against my hand, her body arching in response to my touch.

She pulled her mouth away from mine, leaning in to whisper against my ear. “You are going to cum for me. Right here. Right now. Do you understand?” Her hand around my erection, pulling gently but firmly. I couldn't speak, just moaned, a primal sound of pure pleasure. She slowly jerked me, her body a responsive extension of her desires. My fingers still on her clit, making circles, feeling the intense pressure building within me. We both felt naughty! Hot! These are the moments I love.

I could hear her whispering against my ear, telling me how good I feel, how hard I am, how much she wanted to taste me. I was telling her to cum! Hard. Grinding against my hand, moaning into her hair, holding her tight against me. She came for me. A wave of heat washed over me, and I lost all control.

We started to calm down, taking slow, deliberate breaths. I kissed her gently, slowly, savoring each touch, each sensation. Then, she said, “Tonight is for you, baby.”

“This weekend will be for us. Just us!” I added, “I don’t need to think about it. You are mine this weekend. All mine and I’m yours.” Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She smiled, a radiant expression that lit up her entire face, and said yes. I stood there trembling, struggling to straighten my clothes, still reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired. It was amazing… truly, utterly amazing.

Our weekend began that night, a Thursday. We got to our country house, a rustic cabin nestled deep in the woods, and I brought in the bags. She started to say something, but I placed my finger to her lips and shushed her. I grinned, turning to lock the door and then walked to the windows to close the blinds, ensuring our privacy.

Her nipples were pressing against her blouse, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch them. With a larger grin, I pinched each between my fingers and pulled on them, watching as they stood out even more. I reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it down to the floor. I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. First one, then the other, feeling them grow hard in my mouth. I started to suck gently at first, but then ran them through my teeth; biting until pain mixed with pleasure. Her dress fell down too. My hands traveled to her covered pussy. I started massaging again, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. She began to grind her hips into my hand as she pulled my head tight to her tits. I rubbed harder, feeling the heat building within me. Her panties started to feel damp with her wetness…. she let out a moan.

Lisa made her way into our bedroom, stripped completely and went into the shower. “Join me.”

I removed my clothes and I stood at the door and watched her, mesmerized by her every move. She stood with her head tilted backwards and the water colliding with her chest, her arms pulled to the sides of her breasts. She inhaled deeply and slowly, moving her neck from side to side just letting the water trickle down her back. Comfortable with the temperature she turned her back to the stream and tilted her head backwards to wet her hair. Her arms were still at her chest and her expression was one of pure tranquility as the water poured over her face and hair and down the curves of her lean body. When her hair was thoroughly wet she reached for the vanilla scented shampoo that makes my stomach flutter each time we hug. After pouring some into her hand, building up lather, I watched the well developed but unmistakably feminine muscles in her arms and shoulders flex. I got up and joined her, the world seemed to slow down as I took the sponge and circled and sponged your breasts. I could feel my pupils dilate as I watched your rose pink nipples harden and grow under the rough sponge cleansing. I washed and caressed and squeezed it spreading the soap that made them glisten in the artificial lighting of the bathroom. When I was sure both were clean and released them, they firmly bounced and jiggled and my nerves did the same. I recalled earlier when she was pinned to the car, her sleeveless, cream-colored blouse allowed me to see every rise and dip of her breasts. Our hips were grinding hard against each other.

She moved the soapy sponge once up her left arm, across her chest and down the right arm. Returning the sponge to her chest, she gave it two quick swipes across her breasts and a circle over the stomach and then moved the sponge to her lower back drawing another circle and one on each of her butt cheeks. I got up and joined her, the world seemed to slow down as I took the sponge and circled and sponged your breasts. I could feel my groin twitched when I look at her.

She finished washing herself, and I quickly dried her off. She then put on a pair of fresh, white lace panties. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. As I approached her, I felt a familiar surge of anticipation. I leaned in close, whispering, "You are a goddess."

I took her hand and placed it on her breast, her skin soft and warm beneath my fingertips. I cupped it, squeezing gently, feeling the delicate swell beneath my palm. A moan escaped my lips involuntarily. She moaned too, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. We kissed, a tentative exploration that quickly escalated into a desperate need. My head was spinning, my body aching with a desire I couldn’t contain.

Pulling her blouse open, I slid a hand in her bra, cupping a bare breast again as my thumb began circling a nipple. The sensitive skin tingled beneath my touch, sending waves of pleasure through me. I was afraid I’d cum right then, the anticipation building with each gentle stroke. I also knew her nipples were extremely sensitive, and touching her was exquisite. She pulled my hand away, and I sighed, regretfully. As the princess reached down and touched me, I whispered, “We really shouldn’t do this here.”

Lisa said, “I’ve been waiting so long for this. Shhh, let me touch you,” and she did. Her fingers traced patterns on my chest, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure.

I kissed her again, deeper, harder, pulling her hair as I held her mouth against mine. My head was spinning, my body aching with a desire I couldn’t contain. I reached up again and played with her still hard nipples, using my fingers to tease and caress. With my other hand, I reached under her dress, found her wet panties and slipped a finger & began to search. I found her clit and she jerked, a small, involuntary movement that sent a jolt through me. We moaned together, lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around us. She pressed harder against my hand, her body arching in response to my touch.

We started to calm down, taking slow, deliberate breaths. I kissed her gently, slowly, savoring each touch, each sensation. Then, she said, “Tonight is for you, baby.”

“This weekend will be for us. Just us!” I added, “I don’t need to think about it. You are mine this weekend. All mine and I’m yours.” Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She smiled, a radiant expression that lit up her entire face, and said yes. I stood there trembling, struggling to straighten my clothes, still reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired. It was amazing… truly, utterly amazing.

Our weekend began that night, a Thursday. We got to our country house, a rustic cabin nestled deep in the woods, and I brought in the bags. She started to say something, but I placed my finger to her lips and shushed her. I grinned, turning to lock the door and then walked to the windows to close the blinds, ensuring our privacy.

Her nipples were pressing against her blouse, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch them. With a larger grin, I pinched each between my fingers and pulled on them, watching as they stood out even more. I reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it down to the floor. I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. First one, then the other, feeling them grow hard in my mouth. I started to suck gently at first, but then ran them through my teeth; biting until pain mixed with pleasure. Her dress fell down too. My hands traveled to her covered pussy. I started massaging again, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. She began to grind her hips into my hand as she pulled my head tight to her tits. I rubbed harder, feeling the heat building within me. Her panties started to feel damp with her wetness…. she let out a moan.

Lisa made her way into our bedroom, stripped completely and went into the shower. “Join me.”

I removed my clothes and I stood at the door and watched her, mesmerized by her every move. She stood with her head tilted backwards and the water colliding with her chest, her arms pulled to the sides of her breasts. She inhaled deeply and slowly, moving her neck from side to side just letting the water trickle down her back. Comfortable with the temperature she turned her back to the stream and tilted her head backwards to wet her hair. Her arms were still at her chest and her expression was one of pure tranquility as the water poured over her face and hair and down the curves of her lean body. When her hair was thoroughly wet she reached for the vanilla scented shampoo that makes my stomach flutter each time we hug. After pouring some into her hand, building up lather, I watched the well developed but unmistakably feminine muscles in her arms and shoulders flex. I got up and joined her, the world seemed to slow down as I took the sponge and circled and sponged your breasts. I could feel my groin twitched when I look at her.

She finished washing herself, and I quickly dried her off. She then put on a pair of fresh, white lace panties. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. As I approached her, I felt a familiar surge of anticipation. I leaned in close, whispering, "You are a goddess."

I took her hand and placed it on her breast, her skin soft and warm beneath my fingertips. I cupped it, squeezing gently, feeling the delicate swell beneath my palm. A moan escaped my lips involuntarily. She moaned too, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. We kissed, a tentative exploration that quickly escalated into a desperate need. My head was spinning, my body aching with a desire I couldn’t contain.

Pulling her blouse open, I slid a hand in her bra, cupping a bare breast again as my thumb began circling a nipple. The sensitive skin tingled beneath my touch, sending waves of pleasure through me. I was afraid I’d cum right then, the anticipation building with each gentle stroke. I also knew her nipples were extremely sensitive, and touching her was exquisite. She pulled my hand away, and I sighed, regretfully. As the princess reached down and touched me, I whispered, “We really shouldn’t do this here.”

Lisa said, “I’ve been waiting so long for this. Shhh, let me touch you,” and she did. Her fingers traced patterns on my chest, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure.

I kissed her again, deeper, harder, pulling her hair as I held her mouth against mine. My head was spinning, my body aching with a desire I couldn’t contain. I reached up again and played with her still hard nipples, using my fingers to tease and caress. With my other hand, I reached under her dress, found her wet panties and slipped a finger & began to search. I found her clit and she jerked, a small, involuntary movement that sent a jolt through me. We moaned together, lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around us. She pressed harder against my hand, her body arching in response to my touch.

We started to calm down, taking slow, deliberate breaths. I kissed her gently, slowly, savoring each touch, each sensation. Then, she said, “Tonight is for you, baby.”

“This weekend will be for us. Just us!” I added, “I don’t need to think about it. You are mine this weekend. All mine and I’m yours.” Her eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. She smiled, a radiant expression that lit up her entire face, and said yes. I stood there trembling, struggling to straighten my clothes, still reeling from the intensity of what had just transpired. It was amazing… truly, utterly amazing.

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