So, this happened today ...
I’ve been away from SH for a year or two, and recently decided it was time to seek out some sexy play again. I’ve been highly on edge for the best part of the last 2 weeks, with much sexy chat burning through my inbox. Which I love, as long as it doesn't go on endlessly, with no direction to something practical. However, the opportunity for a meeting beyond coffee or a glass of wine hadn't yet been realised.
A message in my inbox around 9am - "Are you home alone by any chance?"
It's a recently re-acquainted previous playmate. (Fit, attractive, a handsome cock. The conversation is intelligent, witty, and good. Open-minded and very willing to explore all things sexual and sensual.)
As it happens, there are no children home today, no plans. For once, I have the rare occurrence of my house to myself. ... Just some small domestic logistics to get out of the way.
Damn, I think, I need this.
"Yes", I say. "Would you like to pop around?"
10.30. Perfect. Enough time to get out of my baggy tracksuit and pajama top, have a quick wash, tidy the bedroom, make the setting vaguely presentable ...
I slip on a dress. No underwear. Pretty sandals. Tiny spritz of perfume. I know he likes it trimmed or bare down there, but no time for landscaping now.
My insides are a-flutter, that semi-anxious/nervous feeling that pools heavily around the abdominal area, spreads down to the pussy (heat, high alert down there), pushes up into the lungs, slight breathlessness.
Because I know. This is not going to be just a coffee visit.
10.30. The sound of an engine at my gate. He is here.
He is in shorts. Tall. Big strong legs. I wonder if there is underwear. Because I know he gets a kick out of "accidentally" flashing, and he knows I do too. I imagine him in his car getting a peek while I walk across the supermarket parking lot in a skirt with no underwear, on a windy day, on my way to buy bread n milk ... He has some ideas on how we could indulge these exhibitionist tendencies together.... oh!)
We chat at the kitchen counter while I brew a pot of coffee.
He has big hands. I have a flesh memory of how they felt on my body before - firm, sure of themselves, I liked how those hands roamed, held me, decisive.
Take the coffee to the couch, the chat continues ... the usual day-to-day small talk of life, business etc. Not so much sexual. (We met at a bar the other afternoon, for a spur-of-the-moment quick beer, and a swopping of experiences - Always a bit strange to be openly discussing sexual matters in a coffee shop or bar, hoping the waitress thinks your talk is just the usual social stuff. Keeping a respectable social distance, looking innocent, while talking filth... )
So, the couch, I am sitting side-on to him but at the far corner, one foot on the floor, the other tucked under the opposite knee, my legs fairly wide but with the knee-length dress preserving a little modesty. In mid-chat about I forget what, something prosaic, he leans over, lifts the skirt a little to check. No underwear! Smile.
I similarly peer very obviously at the edge of his shorts, to check if anything is showing...
We chat some more. Children, jobs, pool cleaning, the politics of our crazy world .. the usual.
He puts his coffee cup down. Leans over to explore upwards from my knee. Up the thigh. Seeking my moisture. He leans in and kisses me, open mouth, tongues tangling wetness.
Oh that warmth, connection, of deep kisses. Expectation of what's to follow.
A hoot at the gate! Turns out to be a mother's day flower delivery.
That settled, I return. Deliberately straddle his legs on my way back to my spot on the couch. A hand up my dress. Bend down, kiss some more. Feel the hardness under his shorts.
Now. "Come", I say, "let's go somewhere more comfortable." Down the passage. My bedroom.
My pretty sandals are off. Dress pulled off over my head and I am naked. He gets rid of takkies, socks, shorts, T-shirt... We kneel on the bed. Fondle, caress, kiss.
I want to prolong this, enjoy the sinking into pleasure - senseless in that one is not thinking, no more logic just feeling. But also not senseless … all the senses are alight, nerve endings firing, the feeling of flesh on flesh...
I roll back onto the bed, spread my legs, invite him ... and he accepts.
Hands traverse my thighs, lighting the way, cup my bum, lift me to his lips ... oh.... fingers and tongue part the hair, touch the lips, opening me, tongue licks up my slit, lands on my clit .. circles the opening, sucks at my pussy lips, lapping, sucking.... He seems to be in heaven. I know I am.
He has moved himself into potential 69 position ... I am stroking the backs of his thighs, his tight bum, down to his balls, down to his cock, hard now, holding it and gently moving my hand up and down its length.
"No" he says, don't touch my cock, I'll cum... not yet ... but I can't help it, those balls are full, heavy in my hand... I can feel the thickening, tightening... But no....
Slow licks up my cleft ... then a suckling on my inner lips .. then licks to my clit, fast, slow, fast ... I am vocal, groaning, oh fuck fuck fuck.... Shuddering in orgasm ... My bum raises off the bed, presses my pussy into his face ... This is heaven, but I Want More... I am all sensation, no thinking, just feeling ... He gently puts a finger in me ... in, out, in, out, gentle pumping ... I am breathless, bucking, the softness of my pussy walls clamping down on his finger..... I am all heat and wetness ...
And oh, then... he curls the finger up, come hither, presses into THAT spot ... The sensations shift into overdrive ....
"Suck it, suck my clit ... more, ...harder...," I ask…
THAT combination .... finger pressing into my secret spot, lips and tongue sucking at the massed nerve endings of my clit .... I am carried away, over the edge, my body feels waves crash and thrash ... my pussy gushes liquid warmth .... fireworks going off behind my eyelids .... no wonder the French call this le petit mort (but I am not thinking in any language at this point). I am heaving, breathless, how many orgasms have I had by now? Three, four, five...?
Who cares, no keeping score, it was bliss.
I get my breath back, he rolls onto his back ... that lovely cock is mine for the taking ... the surroundings shaved, smooth ... I put my mouth on it .. lick the little slit, take it all in my mouth, feel it grow, harden again.... I cup the balls, squeeze gently, finger the area behind ... just tentatively, do you want more? But he is not speaking... his eyes close, I can see his pleasure, he is just enjoying warm mouth on cock .... warm mouth licking, sucking in the balls ... hand moving up and down .... I WANT to give him the pleasure he just gave me ..
Brief exchange ... do I spit or swallow? I ask what do you prefer? He says he likes to swallow when he sucks cock.... So do I ....
And then, he is at the end .. god, I love the sound a man makes when he orgasms! He shouts almost, OH! .... OH! ... OH! .... OH! ....Each time a spurt into my mouth... Oh, now he is sensitive, ticklish, I tease ... I swallow ..... I look down, and I have a wayward spurt curling down my breast ....
He stands up, finishes his coffee, catches his breath ... I can see the last drop hanging off the end of his cock ... I beckon him over ... lick that last little pearl away....
11.45 He drives out. Wave goodbye. I return to the domesticities of an ordinary Saturday that turned out not to be so ordinary after all.
