Pittsburgh Promises: A Long-Awaited Return

The scent of pine needles and damp earth clung to the air as I waited, a knot of anticipation twisting in my gut. It had been an excruciating week without you, a relentless ache in the pit of my stomach that even the smallest pleasures couldn’t quite soothe. Friday night finally arrived, a beacon of hope piercing through the gloom of my solitude. The excitement thrummed through the house, a tangible energy that vibrated in the walls. We were all buzzing with anticipation for your return home from Pittsburgh. When I saw you step off the plane, a wave of pure, unadulterated joy washed over me. You looked utterly relaxed, radiating a happiness that made my heart ache with longing. The kids, too, were ecstatic, their faces alight with the wonder of your homecoming. I rushed forward, eager to offer a helping hand with your luggage, the weight of your presence already a welcome relief. As we made our way out of the airport, we held hands, lost in the simple pleasure of shared connection. The kids filled the car with chatter, recounting the highlights of your trip, while you regaled us with tales of the city. My gaze kept drifting to you, tracing the curve of your shoulders, the way the sunlight caught in your hair. You were breathtaking, even more so after the week apart. That tight, dark blue blouse you wore was a deliberate choice, designed to tease, to hint at the delights beneath. The low neckline showcased just enough cleavage to ignite my desires, a subtle invitation that I found impossible to resist. It was a slow burn, this anticipation, but it was consuming.

Finally, we arrived home, the house filled with the joyous cries of the children eager to see what treasures you’d brought back for them. But for me, you were everything I needed, the missing piece of my world. After ensuring the little ones were tucked into bed, their dreams filled with the magic of your return, I approached you with a hesitant request. "Would you like a massage?" I asked, my voice a little breathless. You responded instantly, a playful glint in your eyes, "Oh, yes, I’d love one." A blush crept up my neck as I explained my need for a quick shower first, eager to cleanse myself of the day before and prepare for the indulgence ahead. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my skin, a soothing balm to my restless nerves. And then, you followed suit, joining me in the steamy sanctuary. The scent of lavender filled the air as we washed away the remnants of the day, our bodies brushing against each other with an undeniable electricity. As we lathered up, our eyes met, and a silent conversation passed between us, a silent promise of the pleasures to come. I began with your shoulder, slowly tracing the curve of your back, my fingers lingering on the sensitive skin. The heat of your body against mine intensified my arousal, each touch a spark igniting a deeper desire. I moved downward, inching my way along your back, my hand stopping just below your ample backside, resting gently on the curve of your hip. The muscles in my legs tightened, my cock growing harder with every passing moment. As we shifted positions, the water from the shower now ran down your back, creating a shimmering cascade of droplets. You shivered with delight, and my grip on your back tightened, my breath catching in my throat.

Your excitement grew, palpable in the air, and my hands began to explore every inch of your body. I started with your belly, gently rubbing it with a slow, deliberate rhythm, then moved to your waist, feeling the satisfying ripple of muscle beneath my fingertips. Next, I caressed your thigh, inner thigh, and finally, your firm, inviting flesh. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my mind racing with fantasies of what was to come. I knelt down before you, my gaze locked on the magnificent curve of your body. I began to caress, kiss, and suck on your firm breast, savoring the taste of your skin, the heat of your body, the intoxicating scent of your arousal. The water continued to flow down your back, a cool contrast to the fervent heat of our bodies. You groaned softly, your body arching in response to my touch. My mouth, lips, and tongue moved with increasing urgency, exploring every inch of your swollen lips, drawing pleasure from your moans and shivers. Minutes passed in a blur of sensation, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared pleasure. Finally, you stopped, gasping for air, your body trembling with exhaustion and fulfillment. "Let’s dry off and finish this in bed," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire.

We carefully dried each other off, the scent of soap and sweat mingling in the air, a testament to our shared intimacy. We made our way to the bed, sinking into the plush pillows and soft sheets, seeking refuge in the warmth of our bodies. As you lay on your belly, I began the massage you’d requested, kneading your muscles, working out the knots and tensions that had built up during the week. I paid particular attention to your back, your shoulders, your hips, my hands moving with a slow, deliberate grace. The weight of your body against mine was comforting, a grounding force in the midst of my turbulent desires. My thoughts drifted back to our encounter in the shower, the sensation of your skin against mine, the intoxicating scent of your arousal. It had been an unforgettable experience, a moment of pure bliss that I longed to repeat. As I massaged your body, my mind continued to wander, my hand slowly reaching down to caress your belly, then your waist, then your thigh. The heat of your body radiated through me, fueling my desire. Finally, my fingers found their way to your moist pussy, my craving to taste you overwhelming. I gently rubbed you, my hand slowly sliding inside, my fingers exploring the depths of your pleasure. You arched your body off the bed, coming to all fours, inviting my further exploration. My caress and kisses and rubbing of your firm behind became more intense, your moans and tremors growing louder as you succumbed to my touch. You grunted and strained, finding pleasure in the throes of your orgasm, your body shaking with delight. Finally, you collapsed, gasping for air, your body drenched in sweat, your pleasure evident in every twitch and tremor. Oh, the sweetness of your juices, a testament to the intensity of your experience. After a few moments of rest and a quick freshening up, I returned to you, eager to continue where we’d left off. "You want and need to feel my cock in you now," I said, my voice husky with anticipation. Gently, I inserted my swollen, hard cock into your soaking wet pussy, inch by inch, savoring the sensation of your warm, wet flesh against my skin. Your juices began to flow freely, coursing down my shaft, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I couldn't hold back any longer, exploding into you, my cock throbbing with the force of my arousal. I fell into your arms, clinging to you, lost in the intoxicating embrace of our shared pleasure. We held each other close, exchanging soft kisses and murmured words of affection, a silent acknowledgment of the powerful connection that bound us together. It had been a long week, but now, as we lay entangled in each other's arms, it all felt worthwhile. Wow, what a way to welcome you back.

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