Floral Fantasies

There are days when she just floats into the room, God’s beauty on display, doing everyday things that have endeared her to my mental and physical thresholds for arousal. Today’s blue, floral-patterned sundress hugs her hips and thighs, knees peeking out the bottom. My eyes began there and continued along her silhouette. Moving to her breasts, they followed her bra straps up her shoulders before tracing her jawline. Her bouncy brunette hair glowed as her bangs, seemingly suspended, caught light from the sunset through the kitchen window.

“Come here,” I softly invited her, motioning to the couch. “Sit with me for a little while.”

Approaching Mel as she was trying to shake the workday had traditionally been an intimacy reef that scuttled any of my chances of time alone together. That day, the expression on her face somewhat marred her perfect entrance and told me I was about to be sunk again.

But my dashed hopes were quickly reborn as her scowl seemed to catch itself and transform. Small dimples on each side of her mouth emerged as her eyes softened and focused on me sitting there, hand to my left on the blue cushion. Glancing down at my hand, she moved quickly and sat on it, pressing her backside against its top.

I pressed into her, my lips finding that smile as my hand flipped over, slid down to the edge of her dress, and burrowed in, pushing up to finally cup her ass. She swung her arms over and around my neck to pull herself up, working with me as I lifted her to my lap. Our tongues started to dance.

She sat over my thighs and straddled my waist, our lips still glued together and tongues intertwined. Her hands moved to my neck. I planted my palms firmly on her pantied ass, sliding her dress up to her waist. A soft bounce began with the small drop as she settled.

“Just grind me,” I said, looking into her eyes. “Let’s just make out here.”

Moving back and forth, her hips slid her ass over my crotch and rising cock. My hands lifted to her waist as the ride continued. I moved my mouth to just her lower lip, sucking in just a little; its natural redness soon would deepen from our kisses. My teeth nibbled just a little, pulling it out, releasing and letting it spring back into place.

Our eyes locked, telling the story of her desire climbing toward its peak. Now her hips pressed down as well as sliding over my bulge. Intently, she held my gaze, waiting for an obvious reaction to build from my solar plexus.

“Ohhh,” I moaned and said softly, “Exactly what I mean.”

She sped up. Like a Mistress teasing me to the brink, she made sure I felt the fabric between my cock and her pussy and the heat of the friction she was creating. I could almost feel the folds of her muff, the fabric taking our shapes and allowing just a hint of penetration.

Her fingers moved to free our clothing, seeking our satisfaction. My hand rose and met hers as she tugged at her panties and slid up her dress.

“No,” I said. “I don’t need to fuck you right now; I just need this.”

She was frustrated. A down-to-business woman, Mel felt foreplay had its place, just not as much as most would like.

Mel pulled her lips off mine and a scowl replaced her desire-filled stare. I pushed up and met her mound again with my bulge, pressing its point against her, then quickly reversed our bodies by lifting, turning, and placing her on the couch. In the missionary position, I began to dry hump her panties with my shorts, pressing my enlarged protrusion against her directly.

“Ohhh, jeez…” she exclaimed. “Just fuck me now!”

My face burrowed into her neck and my lips found the flesh of it, just below the ear. I pressed and sucked, then pulled in little wet bursts of air, again and again. Her breathy sighs proved it had the desired effect. Moving up to her ear, I sucked the lobe before tonguing around the outside and inside, careful not to go into the canal.

Her hips ground against me, working for every sensation as I made my way back to her lips. I held her face, and we kissed again — long, deep, slow, wet, and sensual. The taste of her saliva exhilarated me, causing my erection to push against its fabric-lined captor.

I pulled the dress over her shoulders, and she slid her arms out of it and around her bra straps. Pushing the cups down, I began to massage both breasts, pausing every now and again to pinch her nipples. Then I moved my mouth to each and back to her face, repeating this as our grind continued.

The precum had soaked through my boxers and shorts and I could feel the wet fabric slide over my head as I continued to press into her, dragging myself across her mound’s surface. Her giddiness and desire skyrocketed, and she moved her hands down, trying to peel away the restrictive clothing, getting her panties off then fumbling at my shorts’ top button.

“Not yet,” I said getting an upset moan and audible cry from her. She swore and cussed me. Instead of giving her my cock, I slid down quickly and pushed the hem of her dress up so that she was wearing it and her bra around her waist. Then I buried my head between her legs.

While getting into position, I reached back to release the top button of my shorts and unzip then slid them to my knees quickly to release the pressure on my hardness. I shimmied them off my legs in anticipation of a finishing position as I devoured her.

The sweet and pungent fragrance of her heat surrounded my senses as I breathed and lapped her in, each twist and stroke of my tongue gathering flavor and wetness to my mouth. She hadn’t allowed me there in a number of months. My cock swelled and pulsed with my growing excitement. I swung my hips around, putting both knees to the side of her head and lowering my dangling, engorged, member down to her.

She grasped it with her hand, stroking the length with one hand and kneading my balls with the other. Then she repositioned her head, sliding a little under me to gather it between her lips. Focusing on the tip, she moaned her delight in the sweet pre-cum, suckling it from the tip like a baby calf on a bottle. Her hands were on my hips as I lowered them, pushing myself inside her mouth.

She was grinding against my face as my lips delved deeper and deeper, my nose on her clit, my chin sometimes over her folds. At the same time, I raised and lowered my weight over her, pushing my cock through uncomfortable passages. We continued to fuck each other’s faces, climbing the mountain towards a leap off of a cliff into orgasmic bliss.

I moved a hand to her clit, sliding over it and around and just inside her outer folds. My tongue pushed deep and my mouth opened wide, trying to feel as much of her as I could. I felt myself beginning to roll toward release when her legs suddenly shuddered and a muffled cry came from around my cock. Wetness surrounded my mouth, coating my cheeks as she came. The taste, feel, and smell sent me over the brink, and I exploded a long pulse of cum into her throat. A pause preceded two more serious deposits before one last burst filled her throat.

I could feel her sucking on my deflating cock as I licked and consumed her release. After several minutes, I lifted up. I turned around and lowered myself on top of her, pressing my wet face to hers to share a fluid-soaked kiss. The intoxicating odor of our releases made it one of the most memorable kisses we had ever shared.

We continued to fuck each other’s faces, climbing the mountain towards a leap off of a cliff into orgasmic bliss.

I moved a hand to her clit, sliding over it and around and just inside her outer folds. My tongue pushed deep and my mouth opened wide, trying to feel as much of her as I could. I felt myself beginning to roll toward release when her legs suddenly shuddered and a muffled cry came from around my cock. Wetness surrounded my mouth, coating my cheeks as she came. The taste, feel, and smell sent me over the brink, and I exploded a long pulse of cum into her throat. A pause preceded two more serious deposits before one last burst filled her throat.

I could feel her sucking on my deflating cock as I licked and consumed her release. After several minutes, I lifted up. I turned around and lowered myself on top of her, pressing my wet face to hers to share a fluid-soaked kiss. The intoxicating odor of our releases made it one of the most memorable kisses we had ever shared.

We continued to fuck each other’s faces, climbing the mountain towards a leap off of a cliff into orgasmic bliss.

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