Midnight Rush Home

Let me paint you a detailed picture of how this unfolded.

Has your Mr. Ridley ever met you at the door after work? Full of spontaneous surprise kind of passion explodes as you open the front door? The kind that takes over before you even have time to say hello or goodbye as he leaves for the night shift without saying a word?

Our front door is at street level. As you open the door, you’re greeted with a grand entry, stunning floorboards, and afternoon sun rays that lead up the stairs. I was driving home in the warm sun thinking of Mr. Ridley. I couldn’t wait for him another day to get back. The day was long and so was the time between feeling his ecstasy between my legs over and over again. Just imagining being touched by my Mr. Ridley made me feel my clit growing in my panties.

I pulled in the drive, keyed the door PIN code, entered the sunlit room, hung up my bag, and closed the door. As I turned around, I was greeted by Mr. Ridley. Without speaking a word, chemistry took over our bodies as we tried to eat each other through our passionate kisses. We danced so passionately across the room and onto the daybed in the entry. The sounds of wet kissing echoed in the room as we fell on the day bed. I could not contain my excitement as my torso rolled up his muscly body, and I sat straddled across him.

When our crotches met I began to rub myself up on his hard cock and back down on his bulge protruding through his pants. Mr. Ridley was rocking against me as we moaned between kisses.

He sat up on his elbows and said “Can I take this down?”

I bit my lip and nodded. He grabbed the wide neckline of my white top and pushed it off my tanned shoulders, releasing my perfect perky D-sized tit. I removed his jacket and we inched up the daybed kissing and rubbing up each other. The echoes of wet kissing, panting, and moaning echoed throughout the room. I fumbled around taking off my stiletto heels, undoing the strap and dropped one on the floor. Reaching around for the second one, I dropped it through his legs and onto the floor. My hand brushed over his bulge, and “he moaned”. His hand lifted the back of my little wrap skirt exposing my ass, as he kissed me deep. I leapt down in between his legs, unbuttoned his pants, and took them off. I climbed back on top of his black Calvin Klein trunks, rubbing and rubbing up him as the kissing intensified.

Mr. Ridley sat up as we continued to feast on each other. He was thrusting against the snaps of my body suit, grabbing a fist full of my skirt gathered around my waist to expose my ass cheeks peeping out of my Brazilian cut g-string rubbing and circling my entrance with his rocking cock through his pants. The pressure between us was super intense, it was hot, being pinned by my Perfectly Imperfect Mr. Ridley and his perfectly huge throbbing bulge in his pants.

Mr. Ridley asked “Would you like to take this upstairs?”

He barely got the words out as he pressed harder, the kind of hard that hurts you both and puts you across the edge of either wanting to keep going and dry fucking or getting down to business. I was so wet I could feel my clit rubbing against him and my body suit snaps rubbing against my clit. It was amazing. Our entry was filled with fantastic lighting and acoustics of the friction and our burning sensation to get our way and caught up in the moment.

He grabbed the back of my skirt by the belt loops pulling and thrusting against me filling me with the strongest desire to be fucked. He grabbed my ass cheeks and whispered “Stroke my cock” as the tip was sticking out hard as a rock from under his Calvin trunks. We continued to kiss as I began stroking his huge cock with my hand on the outside of his undies.

He begged me saying “Stroke my cock, it’s calling your name.”

As we were getting lost in the moment, he was busy getting desperate to get me down to my Gee. Whispering “Oh my god”, he vigorously rubbed my hand up and down him. He was working faster to get my skirt undone. Losing patience with it, he scrunched it up around my waist and searched up my gathered skirt to find my G-string. He began to fondle me as we kissed through the lace of my G. He continued his search for my sweet spot that was calling his name.

I pressed my snatch forward to encourage him to go deeper and find my entrance to finger me as we kissed and BAM!!! he found the entrance on my G. I was sopping wet with desire, he slipped his fingers slowly inside of my silky wet vage he drove inside finger after finger twisting them in and out of me.

Mr. Ridley whispered, “I have to have you right here right now!”

He grabbed the side of my skirt and ripped it in frustration exposing my tanned ass and sexy sheer white panties.

We didn’t need to fuck to get each other nearing the edge of a passion-filled orgasm. The emotional connection we have locked in each other’s gaze was intense. Mr. Ridley embraced me around my waist and inched us up the bed as we fell back on the day bed. We were panting sweet desires between kisses, Mr. Ridley sat up as I continued to pleasure his massive bulge.

I grabbed his hand and said “OMG, feel this.”

I moved his hand to the saturated snaps between my legs and said “Hurry up and get in here.”

He rolled me over onto my back, spread my legs, pulled my g-body suit to the side, and drove his tongue deep in my sweet spot as he fucked me with his tongue. This made my tanned body twitch. He gazed deep into my blue eyes as he entered my silky sweet saturated vag with his magic fingers.

The entry was a glass room that was warm and opened into the street. I was excited and so was Mr. Ridley.

Mr. Ridley hovered over me and said “Let’s take this upstairs?”

As he began to stand I said “No! Let’s put on a show here for the neighbors.”

I pulled Mr. Ridley back down on me. We both giggled and continued getting all up in each other’s business. Mr. Ridley feasted on my tits through the sheer lace fabric and found the snaps between my legs (pop, pop, pop). He removed my sheer lace body suit, ripping it over my head. This freed my blonde hair to fall down my back before throwing me on the bed. He continued embracing me and we rubbed up on each other like we were fucking.

This was so HOT. I could feel the tip of his cock touching the outside of my snatch with every pump up and down as I grinded my body up his. This sent shivers of ecstasy through my body, wanting my snatch to encapsulate his cock deep inside of my walls. As I looked down, Mr. Ridley stood back up, spread my legs, and pulled me down the daybed. He gazed over my body and with his finger drew around my high-cut tan line he finished near my entrance.

I stood up and watched him drop his pants to the ground. Our lips met again and filled the room with echos of kissing and moaning and more fondling. But not for long because his carpool buddies would be here soon to collect him. He started to pleasure himself before I took control and pulled his cock closer to my entrance.

Mr. Ridley whispered “I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

He grabbed the side of my skirt and ripped it in frustration exposing my tanned ass and sexy sheer white panties.

We continued to pleasure each other as he thrust his cock deep into my wet entrance. The pressure was intense, but so was our desire. Mr. Ridley was rocking against me as we moaned between kisses, lost in our passion. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, intensifying the friction. It was an overwhelming sensation, both intense and exhilarating. We continued to move around the daybed, each seeking pleasure in the other's touch. The sounds of our moans and gasps filled the room, creating an atmosphere of pure indulgence. As he reached the peak of his arousal, he pushed deeper, further exploring my pleasure. I clung to him, savoring the moment, lost in the depths of our shared experience. The glass walls of the room amplified our sounds, carrying our passionate cries into the night. Finally, as he released, we collapsed onto the bed, breathless and satisfied. The scent of sweat and arousal hung in the air, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. We held each other close, savoring the lingering pleasure and anticipation for the next time. As the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of his friends, we shared a knowing glance, a silent promise to continue this intense connection.

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