A Weekend of Secret Desires
The anticipation had been building for two days since my last encounter with Mari. When her message arrived, telling me her parents were away for the entire weekend and that she needed to see me, my heart raced. I quickly fabricated a story about visiting friends to ensure I had the house to myself, but in reality, I was counting the minutes until Friday afternoon.
When I rang the bell, Mari opened the door wearing a sheer red negligee that left very little to the imagination. She pulled me inside with a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with mine. “I hope you’re ready,” she whispered against my lips, “because it’s a long weekend and I want you in top form.” I smirked, leaning in close. “I have a few surprises for you that you’ll discover soon enough.”
I led her toward the bedroom, where she lay face down on the bed. I produced a bottle of warmed massage oil, my hands gliding over her skin. As I unclipped her bra to reach her back, she arched her spine, moaning softly. “Lower, baby… go lower,” she pleaded. I slid her lace thong aside, exposing the soft curves of her hips and the heat between her thighs. The friction of the oil and the scent of her skin drove me wild, and it was clear to both of us that I was more than ready for her.
Mari flipped over with a sudden, playful energy, her breasts bouncing as she shed the last of her clothing. She urged me to strip, and soon we were both bare, skin pressing against skin. She returned the favor, her hands exploring my body with a hunger that matched my own. I couldn’t resist any longer; I moved down, tasting her sweetness, my tongue working with a precision that sent her into a shivering orgasm. I didn’t stop there, continuing until she peaked a second time, her breath hitching in ragged gasps.
Seeking her own way to please me, Mari guided me to lie back. She used her breasts to envelop me, sliding up and down with a rhythmic intensity that had me gripping the sheets. “Do you like that?” she teased, her eyes dark with lust. As the tension reached its breaking point, she shifted, taking me into her mouth with a greedy passion. I surrendered to the sensation, filling her mouth and chest as I finally found release.
We retreated to the shower, the warm water cascading over us as we lathered each other’s bodies. Every touch was electric, a slow burn that refused to fade. Afterward, we shared a bottle of wine and a candlelit dinner, completely naked and utterly uninhibited. The atmosphere was thick with desire, leading us back to the bedroom for a breathless 69, where we traded pleasure in a synchronized dance of tongues and touch.
As Mari arched her back in another powerful climax, I filled her mouth once more. She looked up at me, eyes pleading, begging for the final act of intimacy. I kissed her forehead tenderly, whispering that I wanted her first time to be perfect, and not clouded by wine. She sighed, leaning her head against my chest, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms, knowing the weekend had only just begun.