Ridley's Threshold: Forbidden Fire

The scent of fresh pine needles hung in the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of leather and anticipation. Outside, the rain hammered against the windows of the open house, a rhythmic counterpoint to the nervous energy thrumming between me and Mr. Ridley. We’d been circling potential homes for days, a desperate race against time and a growing sense of frustration. Finding the perfect place, a sanctuary for our new life together, felt less like a search and more like an obsession. The open houses themselves were a strange blend of hope and disappointment – beautiful spaces, certainly, but lacking that intangible something, that feeling of "rightness" we both craved.

Then, we stumbled upon this one. Tucked away on a quiet street, it wasn’t flashy, but it possessed a quiet charm, a sense of history that resonated with us. The agent, Mr. Henderson, was a slick, silver-haired man who clearly enjoyed playing the role of purveyor of dreams. But he was also efficient, and we quickly learned to appreciate his brisk pace and unyielding focus. The hunt for our home had become a game, a playful dance of desire and frustration, and Mr. Ridley, with his devilish grin and playful teasing, seemed to thrive on the challenge.

As we moved through the house, examining every nook and cranny, the tension between us grew palpable. Mr. Ridley’s hand grazed my waist, sending a shiver down my spine. He leaned in close, whispering, “You’re awfully hot today, darling. Almost unbearable.” It was a familiar routine, a calculated provocation that always left me breathless and craving more. I brushed his cock lightly under his pants, a silent invitation for him to bend me over, just a little. The air crackled with unspoken desires, a silent conversation of lust and anticipation.

The afternoon wore on, filled with endless cups of lukewarm coffee and the relentless march of potential dream homes. We found ourselves drawn to the small, walk-in closet in the master bedroom. The space was surprisingly spacious, lined with shelves overflowing with forgotten treasures – old photographs, dusty trinkets, and a forgotten scent of lavender. As we explored, Mr. Ridley grabbed me firmly around the waist, pulling me close. The summer dress I wore bunched awkwardly under his forearm, exposing my ass as he drew me in, anticipating my reaction. He reached around, commenting with a wicked glint in his eyes, “Did you lose your panties, baby?”

I smirked, enjoying the audacity of his question. “No, I intentionally didn’t wear any today because you could see them under my dress.” It was a blatant invitation, a challenge to his control, and I knew he relished the power of it. He pulled me even closer, his hand finding its way to my wet snatch, caressing it with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. “You’re so fucking wet, babe, and hot. The fact that you don’t have any panties on is driving me wild. I wish I had known that earlier.”

My pleasure was undeniable, a surge of heat flooding my veins. “I know. All this teasing has taken over me.” His words were a delicious confirmation of my desires, a release of pent-up tension. “You almost need to clean up,” he chuckled, “or let me take care of it for you.”

The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I allowed him to lean in closer, the scent of his musk intoxicating. "Fine," I whispered, "but don't expect me to wait long." As he knelt, lifting my dress, his fingers gently exploring my wet snatch, my body began to tremble with a frenzied energy. The remote control app for my Bloom by We-Vibe was already open on my phone, a silent promise of what was to come. I waited, savoring the moment, knowing that the pleasure ahead would be exquisite.

Just as he began to insert the weighted vibrator, the doorbell rang, shattering the moment. It was Mr. Henderson, the agent, looking impatient. "Well, what are we waiting for?" he demanded, his tone laced with urgency. We quickly switched off the Bloom, hiding the device under a pile of discarded clothes. I grabbed my phone, opened the remote control app, and sent Mr. Ridley a message: "Go and see the agent." As we hurried out the door, I discreetly slipped the weighted vibrator into my pocket, a tangible reminder of the anticipation that simmered beneath the surface.

The drive to the next open house was a blur of nervous energy and stolen glances. Mr. Ridley’s cock was alive and dancing under his pants, a silent testament to his arousal. I rubbed and caressed it with my hand on the outside of his pants, signaling my desire for more. Leaning in, I kissed his neck, then the outside of his pants, motioning with my hand for him to pull over. As he complied, he grabbed his phone, changing the setting on the We-vibe device to TEASE. The sudden bursts of pleasure, followed by gentle vibrations, intensified the heat between us, leaving me in a state of heightened sensuality.

The next house was equally disappointing, a sterile, modern space devoid of warmth and character. As we walked through the rooms, discussing the pros and cons with Mr. Henderson, Mr. Ridley’s hand slipped into his pocket, pulling out the We-vibe device and turning it on again. This time, he bypassed the Tease function, opting instead for the full force of the rumbling vibrations. The waves of pleasure washed over me, intensifying my arousal and making me increasingly agitated. I struggled to maintain composure, clinging to the hope that our perfect home was just around the corner.

As we pulled out of the driveway, Mr. Ridley’s cock was practically throbbing with excitement. Without a word, I reached for his hand, pulling him over to the driver’s seat. In a swift, decisive movement, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his hard cock. I took him in my hand and started rubbing, enjoying the sensation of his arousal. He thrust against my hand, pressing into it, but that wasn't enough for me. As we lost sight of the agent, I leaned in and took him into my mouth. I moaned, bobbing up and down on him, getting wetter and wetter as I desperately wanted to ride him.

He felt fantastic in my mouth, and I could tell he enjoyed it, too. His grip on my pussy got harder and harder as he increased the intensity and pressure, but we were nearing our destination. “I promise to finish what I started,” he said, “but you will have to wait just a little bit longer.” I knew he was trying to control the situation, to prolong the pleasure. But I was determined to push him to his limits, to experience every ounce of sensation he had to offer.

Pulling my leg out of his grip, I told him, "Let me clean up.” True, I was leaking quite a bit, but I loved him knowing how much this experience got me hot, horny, and sexually frustrated. Mr. Ridley knelt, lifting my dress, and said, “Let me clean you up.”

Trying not to be caught was hot! I love getting head as much as giving it, and Mr. Ridley licked my engorged, extremely excited clit and inserted his tongue in and out of my wet snatch—blissful! I could not hold in my desire to be fucked!!! But I had to; we could hear the realtor’s footsteps coming up the hardwood stairs, and all I wanted was Mr. Ridley’s hard wood!!!

As we drove along, enjoying the sweet vibrations and Mr. Ridley’s fondling of me, all I could think about was releasing that cock stretching the fabric of his jeans. So I did! I started to undo his belt and button before pulling down his zipper ever so slowly. I took him in my hand and started rubbing, and he thrust against my hand, pressing into it, but that wasn’t enough for me. As we lost sight of the agent, I leaned down to bring my face in line with his cock and took all of him into my mouth. I moaned, bobbing up and down on him, getting wetter and wetter and wishing I could ride him.

Mr. Ridley felt fantastic in my mouth, and I could tell he enjoyed it, too. His grip on my pussy got harder and harder as he increased the intensity and pressure, but we were nearing our destination. He loved how I wrapped my tongue around his cock and sucked with everything I had. He moaned and threw his head back, then told me, “Don’t stop; keep going. Ahhh, ahhh. Oh god, yeah, yeah.”

I released him from my mouth as we took the last turn to prepare to get out. What a shame!!! As we pulled into the driveway, Mr. Ridley was rocking as we took a look around and he worried about hiding his hard-on. I jumped out to greet the agent, leaving him in the car, pretending to be on the phone. Just then, the intensity of my Bloom increased into a massaging wave crashing deep within me. As I went up the stairs, matching ascending vibrations traveled through every nerve in my body. I gripped the handrail and tried to hold off from the orgasmic edge.

Mr. Ridley had resurfaced from the car, trying to tame his member that still threatened to escape. I could see it trying to emerge as the agent left us to look around. Alone again and not having worn a bra, I took the opportunity to keep Mr. Ridley in the mood. I pulled down the top of my dress, exposing my bouncing tits as I walked around the house.

Mr. Ridley followed me, so he didn’t know what I had done until we walked into the bathroom, where he saw me in the mirror. He was quick to grab me from behind, caressing them whilst pressing me against the bathroom vanity. Lifting my leg to expose my naked vagina, he then reached under my dress, slipped his fingers in me, and started to tug the cord of the Bloom from behind.

I let out the softest, most seductive, “Ohh,” as I watched our reflections. I turned and passionately kissed him. His cock was back to rock-hardness and ached for my attention, stretching every thread of his jeans. I thought of “accidentally” leaving a door unlocked to this empty place so that, when the agent left, we could finish. It would be so great to fill an empty room with sounds of erotic, passionate sex and desire.

I rushed the rest of the appointment, eager to finish it and sink his cock deep into me on the way home. I knew Mr. Ridley was keen because, just as we finished the viewing, he turned up the tempo on the balls buried deep in me. This time, I was not prepared. I still gripped the doorknob as I stood talking to the agent. I told the agent, “I locked the door as I pulled it,” and imagined the knob in my hand was soon to be Mr. Ridley’s. The agent excused himself and encouraged us to look around the gardens before heading off.

The only garden I wanted closely inspected was mine. As the agent drove away, I grabbed Mr. Ridley by the cock through his pants and gestured him to follow me. Then I ran into the garden and waited for him to find, fondle, and finally fuck me. I lay on the wooden garden bench, and when Mr. Ridley got there, he ripped my dress up. My desire exploded as he started fucking me with his tongue. He grabbed his phone to intensify the Bloom’s rumbling against my walls. Then he tugged on its flexible tail, lifting me so that my back arched. With his other hand, he pleasured himself, rubbing and jerking; I love that side of him. He caressed his own wood vigorously while he tantalized my clit before using his teeth to pull out one of the balls that pulsated with ascending waves within me. It tickled and vibrated my against my entrance, intensifying my pleasure and turning me into a panting, hot mess.

Before long, I was cumming again, gripping the bench with one hand and pulling myself up onto him with the other. He enjoyed his freedom to pleasure us both. Just the sight of him rubbing his hand up and down his thick shaft, three fast pumps of his hand followed by two slow ones, often was all the encouragement I needed for my desire to heighten. Today was no different.

He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and hung on, his cock dancing all over my clit as he walked, carrying me in his arms. My wetness and love dribbled out of me and wanted a lapping-up by his tongue. As we got to the steps, I reached down and flung open the door I had actually left unlocked. He laid me down on the ground, half in-half out of the doorway.

Mr. Ridley inserted four fingers deep into me, gripping and twisting the balls in and out. Muffled sounds escaped his lips as he began pulling the top of my dress down with his teeth and took my boobs out. Releasing my tits from my sundress, he feasted on my rock hard peaks, making a meal out of me and my titties. As he did, a gush erupted from between my legs. “Cum, baby. Cum. I love to feel you squeezing around my hand like my cock is in you. It’s so fu-u-u-ucking hot”

I could not hold in my desire to be fucked!!! But I had to; we could hear the realtor’s footsteps coming up the hardwood stairs, and all I wanted was Mr. Ridley’s hard wood!!!

I grabbed his cellphone and opened the remote control app to myBloom by We-Vibe*and told him to go and see the agent. Then I took the weighted vibrator and inserted it before joining them. I tried to take my mind off what I wanted and talk seriously about house buying. It proved to be easier said than done; as we discussed things with the agent, Mr. Ridley reached into his pocket and turned on my Bloom. It sent deep, subtle, mumbling vibrations through my body, which excited me and made me a little agitated, leaving me in an extremely sensual mood that I could do little about.

When we jumped in the car to follow the agent to the next place, Mr. Ridley’s cock was alive and dancing under his pants. I rubbed and caressed it with my hand on the outside of his pants, indicating I wanted more. I leaned in and kissed his neck and then the outside of his pants, motioning with my hand for him to pull over.

Just as I did, Mr. Ridley grabbed his phone (another way to control the We-vibe device) and changed the setting to TEASE. I had forgotten about this function, but it was hot, sending four sudden pulses and then four more gentle vibrations. Mr. Ridley lifted my dress while he was driving, insisting on keeping me satisfied by allowing his fingers to caress my clit until he could finish me off. “I promise to finish what I started,” he said, “but you will have to wait just a little bit longer.”

Ahhhh! I said, “Who cares! Pull over, and I’ll jump you in the driver’s seat!”

Mr. Ridley pressed his enlarged cock against my hand and said, “Not long, babe, I promise. We will be in and out of this place in no time. Then, we can shake the agent and get down to each other.”

As we drove along, enjoying the sweet vibrations and Mr. Ridley’s fondling of me, all I could think about was releasing that cock stretching the fabric of his jeans. So I did! I started to undo his belt and button before pulling down his zipper ever so slowly. I took him in my hand and started rubbing, and he thrust against my hand, pressing into it, but that wasn’t enough for me. As we lost sight of the agent, I leaned down to bring my face in line with his cock and took all of him into my mouth. I moaned, bobbing up and down on him, getting wetter and wetter and wishing I could ride him.

Mr. Ridley felt fantastic in my mouth, and I could tell he enjoyed it, too. His grip on my pussy got harder and harder as he increased the intensity and pressure, but we were nearing our destination. He loved how I wrapped my tongue around his cock and sucked with everything I had. He moaned and threw his head back, then told me, “Don’t stop; keep going. Ahhh, ahhh. Oh god, yeah, yeah.”

I released him from my mouth as we took the last turn to prepare to get out. What a shame!!!

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