Blue Hour Rendezvous

It was precisely three p.m. when I sent a text to my wife from the office. “Teaching tonight until 5:30, so go without me, and I’ll meet you there.” We had a dinner party scheduled for 6:00, and I reasoned that it would be simpler to head straight there and avoid the usual evening traffic snarl. Adding a separate message, “What are you going to wear? Do I need to change my shirt from this morning?” It felt important to her that we didn't clash, and honestly, accommodating her requests was easy, and there was no harm in looking my best. A playful tease about me holding the reins in the family was followed by a response. She sent a snap chat, not of an outfit or dress, but a picture of a pale blue bra and panties laid out on our bed. The set was undeniably lovely, the lace delicate and undeniably sexy. I pictured her in them, and a pleasurable pressure began to build deep within me. "Excellent choice," I replied, feeling a touch self-aware in my own observation. She remained silent for the rest of the afternoon, but the image kept flashing through my mind repeatedly. Good thing I had a lecture to keep my attention occupied.

Later at the dinner party, she arrived dressed in a chic, little black dress and radiating confidence. She showered me with a fervent kiss upon my arrival, yet remained among the ladies for most of the evening. I immersed myself in the usual football debates with the men, but my focus kept drifting back to the sound of her laughter across the room. Something was undeniably alluring enough to pull me away from the game! It was as if a current drew me towards her.

As the festivities drew to a close, we made our way home. Securing the house for the night, I followed her upstairs. "Will you come over and unzip me?" she asked, as I kicked off my shoes. She was remarkably flexible and capable of reaching every inch of her back, but I played along, posing the question, "I don't know, will the view go away after ten seconds?" "Come over and find out," she replied, nonchalantly removing her earrings. I emptied my pockets onto the desk and sauntered over, attempting to maintain a cool demeanor. “You look lovely in this,” I exclaimed before reaching her side and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. I ran my hand up the zipper’s seam until it reached the small pull. It glided down smoothly, terminating just at the curve of her body. The seam parted as I drew her close, and I added, “Now show me how you look out of it.” Obediently, she reached up to slide the dress down her arms. Her bare shoulders graced the night as the fabric fell to her hips, where I re-gripped it to let it drop the rest of the way. Her skin felt warm against my hand, and I was treated to the soft sensation of her panties as my fingers began to wander. She stepped out of the pile, kicking her leg out of the way as she turned to face me. I held her firm, keeping our crotches together as she leaned back to unbutton my shirt. I stared helplessly at her cleavage and the fullness of her bra, finding myself utterly captivated by her form. Her bust was modest, yet it sparked a fire within me in every way. She peeled my shirt back, and I regretfully let go of her rear as I pulled out of the rolled-up sleeves. Her hands lovingly caressed my chest and abs, making me feel treasured in a way that only a woman’s touch can achieve.

We began kissing passionately, indulging in the classic French embrace. At one point, she nibbled my lip, and I retaliated by spanking her hand with my right hand as a playful punishment. She yelped, feigning shock, then glanced down and declared, "Aren't you a little overdressed?" "So it seems," I agreed, as I unzipped my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear. My cock sprang out of its cage, eager to be free.

When I looked up, I saw her nipples swollen and begging for release. I was happy to oblige, carefully sliding my left hand down her shoulder, taking the bra strap with it. My right hand released the clasp in the back and followed the same path around her arm. The tension released, and I draped my palms down her chest, letting my wrists push away the veil. It made a soft sound as it hit the floor, and my senses were overloaded as I caressed her breasts. She gently fondled my cock, swirling the pre-ejaculate around the head. After a few minutes, I held her close and told her to jump up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lifted her in perfect time. She locked her legs around me, and I linked my arms behind her as she leaned back. It was a submissive gesture, and I buried my face in her endowment. The kissing and sucking of her nipples caused her to moan softly, and she was damp against my skin.

I could have spent all night there, but eventually, she leaned into me and let go with her legs. As I released her to her feet, she said, "Don't spoil your dinner" with a wink. We both enjoyed cheesy jokes; we knew it was corny, but it was fun, and it was our inside joke. "Where shall we have the main course?" I asked, playing along. She gestured a provocative come-hither motion with her finger, backing up to the end of the bed. She turned around and climbed onto the mattress, ass in the air. Her skin tone blended beautifully with the dark blue of her panties, and her hair playfully flipped to the side as she looked over. I crawled on after and placed my body above her, my stomach on her lower back. My cock rubbed against her butt, and the sensation felt divine. I blew gently on the side of her neck before kissing and exploring her bare back. The vertebrae of her spine curved gracefully, and I slowly made my way down, kissing each inch by inch. After reaching the lower third, I suddenly licked the entire length clear up to her hairline. She seemed surprised by this and arched as I got to the top and resumed sucking her neck. The pressure increased, but I wanted to warm her up a bit more. “This is lovely torture,” I thought to myself as I felt my cock beg for attention. I tasted my way back to where I had left off and continued down to play with the hemline of her underwear. I rubbed her cheeks and thighs gently, then powerfully pushing up her back, seeing the muscles move under my hands and scrunching the skin around her shoulder blades. I let them wander beneath her and slightly graze the soft skin of her breasts, tickling the surface like a breeze. She shivered and let out a soft “mmm.” As my hands glided to her pelvis, the teasing ended, and I rolled her panties down, breathing in the scent of her wetness. She raised her hips into an A-frame to allow me to slide the garment below her knees and to her ankles. The view was breathtaking, and I was completely intoxicated by the sight of her pussy. As I slipped the soaked pair from her toes, she spread her legs farther, inviting me between her. I needed no further encouragement, and I guided my cock to her opening. Pausing briefly to decide whether to tease her with the head, my answer came as she rocked back to take me in. I met her movement and slid to the hilt, jamming my pelvis flush against her body. She let out an affirming moan, and we enjoyed a shared moment of bliss as I stayed there for a few seconds to savor the deep connection. The serenity turned into ecstasy as I held her and pulled my nails along her back, then grabbed her hips. I pulled out almost entirely and slid back in, trying not to flex and peak too soon. When I had thrust to near orgasm, I stopped moving and Kegaled hard to prevent the inevitable. Still inside, I shifted attention to her clit and made gentle swirling motions that sent her into gasps. She was close but begged for the D. I obliged, yet continued reaching around. As I reached the point of no return, it was unlike any other feeling on earth. The years of anticipation became a small thing, and in those milliseconds, I knew why God had it this way. It was almost prophetic. I fulfilled my sexual destiny as I filled her vagina with semen.

She felt the pulses and heard me exhale. I knew she was on the verge, so I went back to thrusting. She turned her head as if a little surprised, but began meeting my thrusts with the rocking of her own. The sensitivity was intense, and I was slightly disoriented, but I wanted her to experience what I had too. She let out a yell, and I felt her clench. Her pleasure was evident, and I felt another wave of satisfaction.

When the nerve endings began to settle down a bit, I pulled out, and we both collapsed on the bed face to face. We looked into each other's eyes and held the gaze. We smiled awkwardly at times as if we should be doing something, but neither of us looked away. The depth of our physical oneness was undeniable, and I stared past her pupils into the soul of my soulmate. She was beautiful. Beautiful in ways the world didn't know. In these moments, God gave me a glimpse of who he saw – a beauty too profound for photographs. Feeling blessed and a little sleepy, I strained to hold our stare. She sensed my state and smiled as she pushed me over. With her head on my chest, I fell asleep holding her naked body.

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