As we chatted, I became aware of the growing moistness in my panties. I vaguely wondered if I could get this high-powered guy to leave his office midday and come to me.
My mind raced through excuses or reasons that could allow him to leave his office midday for even just a few moments of shared passion…
Perhaps, I thought, a shower or blowjob could lure him from his brightly lit office to join me on a gray day, a day that seemed to beg one to could to crawl back into bed.
The imagery of my new ideas coursed through my imagination and the need to feel him again felt like it grew stronger on my skin with every text and every rapturous response.
As my nerve hardened, my libido burned hotter, becoming an insatiable craving for his touch.
My breath short, and my body trembling, I quickly texted …”would you consider coming for a shower?”
I held my breath waiting for his response more ware than ever of the creeping wetness between my hungry loins, pressing my finger to my lower lip and biting it hard, chastising myself for ever asking.
When I saw the response “when?” light up my keyboard, I bit my lip ever so much harder, my breath growing faster in my suddenly heaving chest.
“Now,” I replied, as if in a dream, and before I could blink his words like a neon sign glared back up at me.
“See you in 20.”
And so it was sealed.
Through the quivering haze of my lustful excitement, I discovered myself to still be attired in dumpy post-workout clothing and my tiny apartment covered with the strewn detritus of a lazy Sunday.
“Not much gets done on Monday,” I though to myself with a devious smile.
I quickly discarded my sweats and picked out my sexiest bra and matching, naughty panties.
They’re light pink with black lace fringe and the cup of the bra shows off my ample, creamy white tits while the bikini-cut panties frame my supple ass and give a hint of my almost entirely waxed pussy.
The softness of the fabric felt sublime against the swollen moistness of my pussy lips as I slid them on, blushing with the ironic anticipation of having them removed as soon as possible.
I covered myself flirtatiously with an oversized linen shirt and smeared some gloss on my lips, biting them again as I thought about his lips on mine. Place... soon… very soon, his sweet, tasty lips would be on mine.
I took in my own image in as I stood in front of my mirror. I wanted to appear sexy, yet casual and I was pleased to see that the simple flip of my dark blonde hair and the burn of my bright green eyes did just the trick.
As I tried to quickly clean the apartment the familiar ding of an incoming text rang in my ears.
“Just pulled up,” glowed his words from the screen.
In what seemed like nanoseconds, the knock came at my door and for one brief second I stood behind it, trying to catch my breath in an attempt to compose myself.
I felt my juices begin to ever so slightly drip down the side of my inner right thigh as I opened the door with an eager bravado.
He stood there with a huge, sheepish grin on his face, taking me in slowly with his intense eyes.
My body burned under his gaze.
He entered the apartment and took me in his arms, our lips met almost immediately in a ravenous hunger and our tongues wrestled one another in the delicious space created by our joined mouths.
Wordlessly, his eyes blazing into mine, he guided me backwards into the bedroom, reaching into my shirt and sliding if off gently as he kissed me with a torrid appetite.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I felt his hand slide slyly down into my panties.
My back arched and stiffened with expectant ecstasy as his fingers sought out the sticky sweetness inside my warm pussy.
I held him tighter as he found my swollen clit. It was so tender to his touch but he knew exactly how to tease its hardening ache, and make me yield to him.
His eyes begged me to give in to his sensational touch.
As he brought me to the edge I felt my legs begin to give way and I grabbed his coarse brown hair with my tremulous fingers before stroking them across his cheek.
I glared into his eyes as I sank backwards towards the beds, my shuddering legs finally unable to hold me aloft.
I pulled him back with me onto my soft bed, my lips never parting from his as we tumbled down together.
The air felt thick with my own need as I began to pull at his clothes, eyes glazed with lust for one another.
I pulled his pants down with one swift movement, releasing his hard cock and realizing I had him exactly where I wanted him: in my bed naked, filled with lust for my mature body.
Our bodies mingled with one another as our passion filled the air, each wanting to absorb the other.
I could feel the beads of perspiration cool on the damp skin of my aching tits, as he had pulled them free of my bra, tugging them over the lacey cups of my bra. After appraising them with his famished gaze, he began to kiss and suckle at my hard nipples, teasing them with his lips, tongue and teeth.
Thoughts raced through my head as I writhed underneath his teasing of my huge, aching tits. An overwhelming desire to feel him inside of me took hold of me and the expectation of that sensation caused a gasp to rise up from the very depths of me.
I stifled it with my mouth, biting gently down on my knuckles.
I felt him pull my hand away from my mouth and turn my face to look up into his.
“I want you to cum very hard for me,” he said softly, but with a confidence that sent a yearning shiver down my spine. “would you like that?”
I felt my breath quicken as I looked deep into his smoldering eyes and nodded eagerly,my lips parted and pouty with exhilaration.
“Then get your toys for me,” he said with a playfully dominating tone.
I rose quickly off the bed and moved on my passion-weakened legs to the bookshelf near the bed and retrieved the wicker basket in which I hid my wide variety of fun toys.
“Which will he choose?” I wondered breathlessly as I placed the basket on the bed before him.
In a flurry of sudden and surprising power, he took me firmly by my waist and thrust me face first onto the bedding.
The impulsive show of force made me even wilder. My body felt electric at the mere thought of being dominated by my younger man, and I felt my pussy lips swell and ache as I realized he was about to make a filthy plaything out of my luscious, mature body.
“I want your ass in the air” he demanded in such a way that I could see the coy smile curling on his lips without even looking back to confirm it was there.