Skin Hunger Tonight

The rain hammered against the windows of our bedroom, a relentless rhythm mirroring the escalating heat between us. Kelly lay on the bed, her body a sculpted masterpiece of muscle and curves, the thin silk of her negligee clinging to her skin like a second layer. The scent of her perfume, a heady blend of vanilla and musk, filled the air, intoxicating me as I approached. “So you’re a tease tonight?” she coyly asked, her voice a husky whisper against my ear. A slow smile spread across my face, a silent acknowledgment of our shared understanding. “What do you mean?” I responded, my tone deliberately innocent, knowing full well what she was hinting at. We’d spent the afternoon lost in the familiar comfort of our separate routines, the anticipation building with each passing hour. Now, the dam had broken.

I could feel her incredible warmth radiating through the thin fabric, a tangible invitation to explore. But I wanted more than just warmth; I craved her utter submission, her complete surrender to my desires. Our tongues danced tip to tip, a playful prelude to the storm that was about to erupt. It wasn’t a hesitant exploration; it was a declaration of intent. Then, my fingertips traced a delicate path across her sensitive back, starting at the nape of her neck and descending slowly, deliberately, towards her lower spine. As I moved, I noticed the subtle tension in her muscles, the barely contained tremor in her breath. Down her spine to the point that it swelled into her perfect, round, tight ass it moved. She wriggled beneath my touch, a silent invitation to push further. Then my hands began their ascent up her curvaceous body, each movement a deliberate act of dominance. I could feel her ribs beneath my fingertips, the delicate rise and fall of her chest, the proximity of her breasts, so close they threatened to spill over the edge of the bed. I lightened my touch, teasing her nipples, and felt her breath hitch in her throat as my fingertips brushed against the raised bumps of her areola, a tiny, exquisitely sensitive point. But instead of fulfilling her desire for immediate gratification, I shifted my focus, my hands moving back up her body, caressing her neck, her shoulders, her arms. This subtle shift in tactics served as a deliberate provocation, a tantalizing tease designed to heighten her arousal.

“I wasn’t trying to tease you,” I replied, my voice laced with a playful nonchalance, but my eyes held a clear message: I was ready to escalate the game. “But if it’s teasing you want, I’ll see what I can do. Later. But now, I want you.” It was a challenge, an invitation, a promise. And she readily accepted. With a surge of adrenaline, I rolled her onto her back, pulling the covers up to her chest. Already, my own body was responding to her presence, my muscles tensing, my pulse quickening. I didn’t even have to touch her to feel the heat building within me. Her arched hips told me she was ready too, eager to submit to my control. Her legs parted, and I reached down, holding my hardness and giving myself a stroke or two for the sensation of getting myself that much more ready for her. Then I rubbed the head of my meat against her puffy, wet lips. My meat parted her and I began to slide in. Hot wetness gripped me, tight and enticing I went deeper into her sex. When I had given her all I had to give, we lay still. I could feel my balls against her soft butt. They were churning for an early release; it had been a while. But I let the spasms of a mini orgasm subside, then we began to make love. But that is not the story I wanted to tell here, so I’ll move on.

The next morning, Saturday, was dedicated to the familiar rhythm of our separate lives. Kelly was still in bed when I was ready to leave for the day. I bent over to kiss her goodbye, sliding my hand beneath the covers and running my fingers across her mound through the thin material of her pajamas. The coarse hairs tickled my fingertips, a tangible reminder of our shared passion. Her body twitched in response, a silent invitation to continue my exploration. Her kiss continued, my manipulations continued, and she began to squirm in response. That’s when I broke it off, telling her to have a nice day & that I would be thinking of her. “Don’t finish what I started!” I warned her. On my way out the door, I slipped a small envelope in her purse.

Just before noon, I called to see where she was at in her travels. She thanked me for the small, scented note that simply said, “I really enjoyed last night. I want you again.” She said it conjured up images of the previous night & she was ready for another session. “So am I; call me when you’re alone.” I replied. After dropping off my daughter at dance practice, she headed over to check out some new clothes, and called me from the car. I asked her if she was going to try anything on; she said probably. So I told her to call me from the dressing room. “Why?” she asked. I gave no response beyond, “cuz” and let it go at that.

Twenty minutes later she called. I asked her if she was in a dressing booth. She was, with a new summer dress she wanted to get; and proceeded to describe it to me. So I said for her to try it on, minus her panties? With some objection, she put down the phone & slipped out of her clothes and into the dress. Then she picked up the phone again. “Now, sit down on the bench. I was thinking about last night. Have I told you lately how much I enjoy making love to you; how well your hot pussy feels when I’m inside you?” She chided me for teasing her like that, and I told her to reach underneath the dress & touch herself. “In here? she protested. “Is it closed up?” I asked her. “Well, yes” she responded. “Then, yes, in there”. I could hear the rustle of material as she reached down between her thighs. I told her to stroke herself like I did this morning, no penetration though. Mutual masturbation is a favorite foreplay of ours, and Kelly is not shy about participating.

I continued to describe how I wish I could be there, on my knees before her, lapping up her sex juices, tasting her and nibbling on her clit. I could hear her breath getting ragged and knew she was getting very worked up. When I asked her if she wanted to make herself cum, she said she did. I told her No! I instructed her to stop and gather her things, stay in the dress and buy it & wear it for the rest of her travels, and to call me on her way home. After picking up our daughter, she headed home and called as instructed. I was already home. I told her to drop off our daughter around the corner at her friend’s house (whom I had already called & arranged a for play afternoon). Kelly came in the front door, and there I stood with a bouquet of flowers. As I handed them to her, I went for a deep, soulful, sloppy kiss. It proceeded down her neckline to the swelling of her breasts. She pulled my head into her bosom. I dragged her gently to the carpet and scooted to her ankles, where I began the kiss from the bottom up. My hands lead the way, caressing her calves, knees, & thighs. My tongue followed closely behind. At her knees, my head disappeared under the hem of her dress. She parted her thighs as I nibbled my way closer to her beautiful pussy. Finally there, her scent was absolutely intoxicating. I could feel my own arousal beginning in my stirring meat. I exhaled warmly onto her vulva and she spread her legs more. I paused to take her in all my senses. Then I planted my lips on her sweet pussy and slid my tongue inside her wetness. Her response was immediate. She was incredibly wet from the thought of completing the day-long tease. I lapped her up, tasting the sweet flowing nectar. I had a hand slide up to cup her breast. I felt the hard nipple, swollen & begging for attention, so I gave it a pinch. She responded with a sigh. Her clit was fully engorged, swollen and parting her soft lips when I took it gently between my lips and applied a little vacuum. My tongue flicked across her clit and she began to rock, running her fingers strongly through my hair and pulling me tighter against her sex. Her orgasm was imminent & I wanted to feel her cum on my face. And she did! Her thighs tightened around my head & torso and she began to quiver. It was all I could do to maintain contact with her sweet pussy, but I rode out her orgasm until she begged me to stop. Sliding out from under her dress, I looked at her with my face shimmering from her juices. She looked so beautiful & sexy lying there in the afterglow of her orgasm. “Nice dress!” I said, with a smile on my face. Her face beamed in a smile as well. “Come here,” she said. “Let me return the favor”.

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