Dec. 23, 2015: Yesterday, my girlfriend Justine and I spent our lunch break from our jobs, doing holiday shopping at the mall. As well as gifts for her, and for my boyfriend Dave, and for her boyfriend Vince (Justy and I are both bi), I found this wonderful sheer brown blouse for me. I deliberately bought it one size too small. If I wear it with no bra underneath, you can see all of my hard nipple jutting through. And the areole around it is very visible, too. I feel so sexy, so powerfully sexual, in my new blouse. So I put that blouse on this morning, and I left for work early. I stopped at my boyfriend Dave’s house on my way into the office. As I expected and hoped, the sight of me in my new tight, transparent blouse caused a very thick bulge to sprout, all the way up the front of his tight jeans. Mmmm!

I clasped Dave’s hand, as I eagerly towed him off to his bed. As we half walked, half ran up the stairs to his bed, both of us desperate to relieve our mutual horniness, Dave unbuttoned and removed his shirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his muscular hairy chest, sweet memories of which have caused me lots of very horny daydreams, over the more than three years that we’ve been lovers.

His hands busily unbuttoned my new blouse. I asked him to leave my blouse on me, open and draped around my breasts, but to strip everything else off of me.

Dave unzipped the sides of my knee-high boots. He slowly, lovingly pulled them off of me, one at a time, and set them on his bedroom floor. I wore neither socks nor stockings under my boots, just my bare legs and feet.

I made short work of removing Dave’s jeans. As his hot body emerged from his tight jeans, the sight of his very hard and very thick cock caused an extremely loud squish of sexual excitement and desire to rumble up, from deep under my already moist panties.

Dave hiked up my skirt, and he skimmed my panties off of my legs. I kicked my damp panties off my feet and ankles, and we both watched them flutter to his carpeted bedroom floor.

Dave then unzipped the side of my skirt, and I tossed that on the floor, too.

I pulled his hot, naked body up on top of my own.

Both of my hands encircled his gorgeous red-purple cock’s tremendous girth, and I eagerly began stuffing him deep into where I’d been wanting him all morning. To finally have him in me, mmm, that felt sssooooo good! At last!

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I slipped my feet and ankles up onto his cute muscular butt, and I pushed him down slowly, easing him into my intense horniness. His thick, thick, very hard cock stretched my welcoming pussy open so wide, so tightly around him. His powerful throbs pulsed wonderfully against my enflamed clit as he thrusted his way down into me, all of which caused me to purr happily.

I began to use my feet on his butt to regulate the pace of his thrusts. In and out. In and out. Slowly at first. Down and down, deeper and deeper. Then gradually building up, faster and still deeper.

My arms encircled Dave’s back in a warm hug, as I wrapped both of our naked bodies in my wide-open blouse, while he gave me the sweet, but very powerful, fucking I so wanted and needed now. I wanted this, I needed this, and I’ve always been a very good girlfriend to him, so I definitely deserved this!

I let out another very horny squishing noise from deep in my happy, excited, cock-stuffed little pussy. And I used all of the strength I had in my feet and ankles, to push him down very hard, very fast, deep, deep, DEEP down into me.

He pulled his very thick cock up, almost completely out. Then he slammed hard, all the way back down into me. That’s when I began to flow oceans of my girl-come all over that magnificent thick, hard, powerfully throbbing cock of his, deeply buried inside of me.

He pulled back out again, and he slammed down into me yet again. With a mighty throb, he exploded burst after burst of warm, wonderful come deep into me. Mmmm!

“YES!” I moaned. “Yes, yes, yes, YES!!!” I was practically screaming my encouragement at him, as he repeatedly exploded, and I endlessly oozed. I knew myself once again to be the luckiest woman on the planet.

He throbbed hard again, leaking a little more of his wonderful warm gooeyness deep into me.

Dave was still throbbing deep inside of me, slowly but steadily, rhythmically, as my happy pussy endlessly contracted and released around him.

Contract and release. Squeeze and let go. Both of our bodies still trembling, both of us still breathless with excited passion. Dave moaning in that deep, sexy baritone of his, that soft, seductive, very masculine bedroom voice, which can dampen even the coldest, deadest of pussies. I was purring happily, contentedly. Endlessly purring from the joyous, powerful fucking I’d been craving since I bought that sexy new blouse yesterday lunchtime/ Purring from the sweet but awesomely powerful fucking that I’d at last, just now, experienced.

I noticed the clock on his nightstand. 7:30 a.m. Although I’m 55 and he’s 50, we had been fucking like maniacal sex-crazed teenagers for nearly half an hour.

“I hate to be a Debbie Downer,” I commented. “But we both have to get dressed now, if we don’t want to be late for our jobs.”

Dave kissed my breasts, my nipples, and then my areolas. Then his nimble fingers deftly rebuttoned my new sheer blouse. My legs and my dark brown, nearly black, and very full bush peaked out naked below my blouse. I felt so sexy like that, wearing just my sheer buttoned blouse, and a very happy and contented smile, and nothing else.

My right hand stayed wrapped around his still-hard cock, which had just emptied itself deep into me, as I helped him back into his tight jeans. I gently tucked his wonderful still-hard cock, now thoroughly soaked in my girl juices, back under his zipper.

I watched him slip back into his blue denim shirt, which nearly matched the color of his tight jeans, and which hugged every wonderful muscle of his gorgeous hairy chest. He let me rebutton him, and I took every opportunity to touch his strong chest as I buttoned him up.

Dave kissed my left foot, then my right foot, before slipping my feet back into my knee-high boots. He gently caressed my legs and thighs, as he zipped my boots back up on me. The way he did that sent shivers of pure sexual delight rippling through my freshly fucked pussy.

Dave rezipped the side of my skirt, caressing the curves of my hips in the process, and causing me to purr happily yet again.

I left my panties off, as I smoothed-down the hem of my skirt.

“You aren’t putting your panties back on?” he asked, surprised.

“They’re too wet,” I smiled, “from dreaming about your beautiful cock all morning.”

“Mmmm!” Dave smiled, kissing my mouth sweetly.

“And I’m too full of your come, and mine, right now, to wear panties.”

I rolled up my tiny panties into a ball. “Besides,” I giggled, “I want YOU to have my panties! As a souvenir of the wonderful and very hard fuck you just gave me.” With that, I told him “Thank you,” and I stuffed my drenched panties down the front of his tight jeans. I smiled happily, as my fingertips felt the powerful throb of his very hard cock, thoroughly coated in my juices, for one last time.

As Dave walked me to my car, so I could drive off to work, I kissed him good bye, patted his lovely trouser bulge, and thanked him for a truly wonderful morning. Smiling and winking, I asked him if I could “come” by for dinner tonight. “You'll be serving-up sausage and gravy to my hungry mouth tonight, won’t you?”

With that, I kissed his trouser bulge, climbed into my car, and drove off to the office.

I barely noticed the traffic around me, as I drove on auto-pilot, until I got to my desk. I had been in total la-la land as I drove, because my head was so filled with so many sweet memories of what we had just done. And with the anticipation of what my mouth will be hungrily wrapping itself around tonight.

Plus, as I worked in the office, my new blouse, which had inspired our morning fun in the first place, was still clinging tightly to my every curve. Still showing off my very hard nipples, still making me feel so sexy and so powerfully sexual.

And last but by no means least, my pussy was still filled with something, too. Filled-up with gallons of something warm and gooey and sticky and wonderful. Filled with a sweet, thoughtful present, the best present any woman could ever want, which my man had just so lovingly given to me, and which I would get to carry around deep inside of me for the rest of the day.

I am, indeed, truly the luckiest woman on the planet.