Sun-Kissed Secrets (S)

The morning sun streamed through my kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the countertop as I pulled on my sundress. It was a simple thing, spaghetti straps and a hem just above the knee, but it made me feel light and carefree. I tossed the flimsy cotton aside, revealing my silky, cheeky panties beneath – a favorite for their breezy feel in the spring. As I grabbed my purse and keys, a strange, insistent pulsing began in my lower abdomen. It wasn’t painful, just a persistent, growing warmth, centered directly around my G-spot. I paused, confused, as I navigated the crowded aisles of the supermarket, the sensation intensifying with each step. My nipples prickled, drawing attention to the thin fabric of my dress, pushing through to the world. A wave of anxiety washed over me, quickly replaced by a thrilling sense of arousal. It was like an electric current, both unwelcome and undeniably desirable.

I abandoned my cart, a surge of panic urging me to escape the store, and sprinted towards the exit. The pulsing intensified, morphing into a throbbing ache as I moved faster, each stride fueled by this unexpected pleasure. My legs felt slick with moisture, the dampness a constant reminder of the escalating sensation. I had to get to my car, and fast. Just the thought of touching myself was enough to send shivers down my spine.

Reaching my vehicle, I took a deep breath, scanning the parking lot for any sign of unwanted company. The coast was clear, and relief flooded through me as I pulled my dress up, revealing a generous, glistening spot on my panties. I reached down, pulling the fabric aside to examine the wetness, a sigh escaping my lips as I took in the sight. Mmm, yes. This was something I needed to explore. Sliding a finger beneath the elastic, I began to gently circle my clitoris, savoring the burgeoning pleasure. It felt good, undeniably good, but the urgency only increased. I had to relieve this pressure, and soon.

I pulled out my phone, hastily texting my husband, “You need to get to your car now. Something on my mind I need to share.” His reply came almost instantly: “Yeah, I decided to eat at my desk today.” “Okay,” I responded, my thoughts already racing ahead. As I waited, I looked down at my breasts, which had poked through the dress, and began pinching and rolling my nipples, letting the stimulation build. Ooooooh, it felt so good, sending shivers down my entire body. The tingling sensation intensified as I continued to caress myself, lost in the mounting pleasure.

My phone chirped, and I quickly FaceTimed my husband. "Mmm, just my titties," I whispered, angling the phone to display my large, hard nipples in all their glory. He groaned, “Oooh, baby, look how turned on you are! Your nipples are huge!” He licked his lips, “Where are you?” I didn't respond, too consumed by the overwhelming sensation.

I began squeezing, rolling, and pinching my mounds, pushing myself further into the throes of pleasure. He moaned, "My cock is so hard right now watching you play with your big, hard titties.” I pointed the phone down, and he unleashed a torrent of lustful desire. I found myself lost in his gaze, the raw intensity fueling my own arousal. As he continued to stroke his member, my pussy clenched around my fingers, desperate to find release. “Let me see, Baby. Let me see that rod I love to suck!” I demanded, desperate to take control. He obliged, pointing the phone down as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick member. The sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation through me. “Oooh, baby, I wish I could blow you right now!” I exclaimed, desperate for the release that only his touch could provide.

He let out a grunt, his cock rock hard, pointing directly upwards. I watched, mesmerized, as he continued to stroke his member, the rhythm a potent mix of lust and pleasure. As I continued to rub my clitoris, the pulsing sensation intensified, and I felt myself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming urge to climax. I realized that I needed to abandon my inhibitions, embrace the moment, and give in to the raw, primal desires that consumed me. It was time to show him what I was truly capable of.

I slipped off my panties, holding them up to reveal my smooth, shaved legs, before bending my knees wide and letting my pussy hang open, ready for his exploration. "I need to play, baby, do you wanna watch me play?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He groaned, "Oh, man! I love your pretty, tight, little pussy! Play with it, baby, tickle that pussy, I want to watch you make yourself cum.” My breathing quickened as he continued to stroke his member, and the sensation became more intense. I began rubbing harder, faster, sliding two fingers deep into my wetness, spreading my pleasure across my entire pussy. It was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless. "Oooh, baby, here I cum, yes, yes, YES!” I shrieked, the release washing over me in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

My husband's voice filled my ear, urging me on. "That's my sweet girl, do it, baby, get yourself off for me you naughty girl!” He pushed me further, demanding more, and I responded with a frantic, desperate pleasure that bordered on hysteria. The experience was both terrifying and exhilarating, pushing me to the very edge of my senses. As I continued to writhe and moan, a warm, heavy feeling began to build within me, signaling that my climax was imminent. Just as I felt the final release, a gush of warm, wet fluid erupted from my pussy, splashing onto my dress, the car seat, and even the steering wheel. I looked down in disbelief, watching as the evidence of my uninhibited pleasure spilled out onto the vehicle.

I looked around frantically, ensuring no one had witnessed my display, before taking a deep breath and pulling my dress back up, trying to regain some semblance of composure. My husband's voice returned, tinged with both lust and admiration. "You are such a hot wife! I love watching you play with yourself! You are the best, I love you!” He made me smile, a genuine expression of pleasure and affection. I leaned back, savoring the lingering sensations, and decided to let my perky breasts hang out for a moment longer, allowing him to fully appreciate their beauty before we had to leave. “I love you, too, babe. You make me feel so complete. Oh, by the way, please don’t be late coming home tonight (I was still licking my fingers). I’m going to be very hungry since I didn’t get to eat my lunch!”

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