Keys could be heard rattling in the lock. The door bursts open and you came bursting through. “Oh, this has been the longest day. Non-stop since morning, the shop’s been full, just one after another. There were so many anniversary bouquets, we’re nearly out of roses! Good to be busy, I suppose, but I’m just exhausted!”

You stop and look around the apartment, just noticing that you are alone. “Luther darling, are you here?” You drop your keys on the kitchen counter.

I walk out from the bedroom, wearing a robe, which is unusual but you take no notice and just pick back up where you left off. “Oh there you are, I was just saying, I haven’t had a chance to pause for about 6 hours...”

I hold up my hand. “Stop talking,” I command. The stream of conversation pauses, and your eyebrows arch. I point to your body. “And take off all your clothes.”

Your lips purse. “Are you not listening?! I’m exhausted, not in any mood at all. I might let you rub my feet, but that’s the best you’re going to do.” 

Undaunted, I point at the floor again. “Off.” I see the spark of a smile behind your pursed lips and fight to keep my face somber. As we lock eyes, I take in the vision of your face. I start with the eyes, big, beautiful brown eyes, under full, arching eyebrows. Your eyes always make people stop and notice you, or more the way your gaze looks into a person, really seeing them, and also unflinching in letting others see you.

Some might call them ‘fuck-me eyes’ because under your gaze it can feel like you see through clothing down to the naked form. And in return, you have no qualms about revealing your true self to anyone who is interested. I break the spell of your eyes to complete the tour of your face and move on to the classical Grecian nose which could have been copied straight from Venus de Milo. Soft cheeks of smooth pure skin, lightly tanned, with a similar chin under very full and kissable lips. All perfectly framed by light brown shoulder-length hair.

I gesture again, finger to the floor. Your lips harden into a pouting frown, but your hands move to your blouse. You’re wearing a flowing white top, sensibly covering you up to your neck for the business day, but still unable to hide the sexiness of the curves of your chest and torso. You unbutton a few levels down your chest, unbutton the sleeves, and then swiftly peel the blouse off your body over your head. My breath catches as you are revealed in your bra, full C cup breasts bulging upward in their magnificent perkiness.

You reach behind and expertly unclasp the bra. As the straps loosen, you hold the cups to your breasts with one hand, teasing me. Both hands now caress your breasts, rubbing them together, pushing them up, jiggling them a little as your hips start a slow sway. The bra drops to the floor, but your hands stay in place, covering your nipples. You continue to play and sway, getting a little sloppy in your covering so that the nipples peek out. I lick my lips, then recover back to my hard pose of command. You smile, knowing the effect your body has on mine, and reach your hands over your head, continuing your little dance that swings your free breasts lightly back and forth. My mouth hangs open as my breathing deepens, and I no longer pretend to hide it.

You rock slowly around, swinging your ass into view. As your hips sway, you unhook the skirt and let it slide down. I glance up to take in your svelte back, my eyes arching down from your shoulders along the ribs and to the small curves at your slim waistline, just above your bottom. There, your curvaceous hips have stopped the fall of the skirt, but you slowly ease the skirt over your hips as you sway, bending slightly forward. This of course put your ass prominently in view, and I groan lightly at the sight. As soon as the skirt hits the floor, you pull off your panties and drop them on top. Normally, you would drag out the striptease, which tells me you really have had a long day and are ready to move on.

You spin back around and lift a leg in the air. “Help me with these?” The only thing left on your body is your trainers. They are a rather fashionable pair, but it’s still amusing that you wear them with the rest of your elegant outfit. Practical for a long day on the job. I am not focused on footwear at the moment however, as your naked pussy is now in view. Shaved not long ago, it has now grown back well past the stage of being stubble and makes an incredibly sexy covering of short hair around your lower lips. I nod and kneel before you, eyes locked between your legs as I absently untie and pull off the trainers. I resist the urge to lean in and kiss your pussy. As I stand, I allow myself the pleasure of tracing my fingertips up your long legs, then use my whole hand flattened to run up your firm thighs and end with a light swat on your ass.

I spin and walk toward the bath. “Follow me!”

You obey my command, making the short trip across the flat to the bathroom. For such a small home, the bathroom is rather spacious with a whirlpool tub. You exhale in glee when you see It is currently full up with steaming suds. You rush past me, stepping in and sighing with the pleasure of the warm wetness on your bare feet and legs. You pause, lean back to me for a grateful kiss, then slip into the water, disappearing completely.

A few moments later, you come back up, eyes closed and laughing as the water streams down your face. “Oh, this just feels so perfect, exactly what I needed!” You wipe your eyes clear and look up at me. “Why is your robe still on, aren’t you going to join me?” You slide up a bit higher, wiggling your bare sudsy breasts at me as you invite me in with you.

I finish up putting on your playlist, the relaxing one you sometimes use for yoga and put your phone next to the tub. I shake my head. “We both know if I join you, there won’t be any relaxing for a while. No, I’ll let you really unwind. For a bit.” I smile and wink. “There’s biscuits and spread on the board there, with some strawberries and pears. I made a bit of hot apple cider with cinnamon. Might not pair well with the pears,” you giggle at my pun, “but it still sounded tasty to me.” I sit by the tub for a moment, just enjoying being near you. I reach out, tracing a finger lightly along the curve of your breast rising out of the water. I stand and leave you to your bath. “Enjoy!”

You smile as I leave, and put your finger where mine just was. You bite your lip and your finger continues to trace along your breast, ending at the nipple. Then you shake off the thought and turn to the food. After you’ve had enough to take the edge off your hunger and washed it down with the cider, you sink into the water. You close your eyes and time disappears as the tension of the day leaves your body into the warm waters flowing around you.

There’s a sudden splash and then a wave of water washes up over you. Your eyes fly open to find my face inches from yours, grinning mischievously. “Luther!” you exclaim, pulling back slightly at the sudden intrusion.

I lean in even closer, close enough that you feel my breath on your cheek as I tell you “I think it’s time for the second act of tonight’s play.”

The adrenaline from my abrupt intrusion and the lingering teasing from the start of the evening quickly transforms into sexual tension. A smile flickers over your face briefly, and then your eyes turn sultry. You bite your lip, catch yourself in the act, and turn it into a deliberate lick of the lips. You tilt your head forward so that our lips lightly touch as you speak. “And what act did you have in mind?”

No longer able to hold back, my lips lock onto yours. One hand bracing on the side of the tub, I use the other arm to pull you up into me. As our mouths embrace your arms wrap around by neck, pulling your breast against my chest, and your legs wrap around my ass, pressing our bodies together. I’m well over 6 feet, so when you start grinding your hips into me your pussy is pressed against my abs. I moan with the overwhelming sensation of your lips against mine, your tongue slipping into my mouth, your perfect breasts pressed against my chest, and your hips already writhing with need against me.

I pull back and look down at you, already panting slightly. “You seem to be in need.”

“Stop playing around,” you command as you look up at me, eyes filled with lust “and fuck me.”

I put one hand on the side of your face, pull you in for a long deep kiss. “You say the sweetest things.” I can’t stop the glowing smile that spreads over my face. “And yes, I will definitely fuck you long and hard. But first,” I look down at your breasts just showing out of the water, and run a hand down to cup one, then further down your fit torso, then directly to cup your pussy, one finger rubbing gently along your slit, “I want to have some playtime with your glorious body.” You look at me with a bit of tension. You weren’t kidding about needing satisfaction immediately. “No worries, by ‘play’ I mean orgasms!”

I pull your body forward so I can slip behind you in the corner of the tub. Then I slide you back against me, your bare back against my chest. Both of my hands slide around your ribs to cup your breasts. I breathe in deeply as my hands massage you, “I love your breasts, SO much,” I whisper in your ear as my fingers begin to play with your nipples. My right hand lightly pinches your natural right nipple, and the left pulls gently on the nipple piercing there. I listen to your breathing and feel the tension in your body to guide the pace and position of my playing.

Your hand reaches back around my neck. Breathing heavily, you pant “My breasts are all yours.” You press your face into my cheek, biting on my chin. “My body is all yours. Anything you want.” My arms wrap around even tighter, pressing our bodies so tightly they feel as one.

I move my mouth to nibble on your earlobe and whisper urgently, “Oh I want. Everything!”

I slide you up a bit so that you’re in my lap. I take a moment to position my stiffening cock in the cleft of your ass cheeks. Slowly and deliberately I use my legs to pin yours against the sides of the tub, leaving your pussy underwater but very exposed. My right hand reaches over to play with your pierced nipple, but my left slides down your body. I flex my legs, asserting my control over you, and stretching your legs just a bit wider. A little whimper escapes your lips as my fingers reach your clit. Your body is aching with need, and the time for foreplay is over. I immediately begin a gentle stroking. “Yes?” I question.

“Yes! Please!” you emphatically respond.

I use several fingers to stroke you directly on the center of your pleasure. I take advantage of the water, adding the feel of flowing warmth to the direct stimulation of my fingers. My right hand comes down and strokes your lower lips. You begin moaning as I get the right rhythm, holding nothing back, focusing on getting your body where it needs to go. I slip a finger inside your pussy, then two. With both my hands stroking you, my legs pinning your legs spread, my mouth whispering and nibbling on your ear and neck, the warm feeling of love and hot feeling of lust quickly overwhelms. Your hips buck against me, waves of tension releasing, and you cum vigorously in my arms. I continue the stroking through the orgasm, then let you ride down slowly with ever more gentle and slow strokes. 

You breathe in deeply, arching your back against me, and then let it out, sinking back into me. “Thank you,” you state simply.

“You’re welcome.” I hold you for a moment, gently caressing your arms, your abs, then your breasts. “But don’t get too relaxed. Now it’s my turn.”

I slip out from behind you and stand up in the tub. My frame is lean, but very firm, and the suds cling to my strong arms, my muscular chest, and slowly drip down the ripples of my ribs and abs. You look up into my brown eyes and rise up into a kneeling position in front of me. “Looks like someone could use some attention,” you remark looking at my stiff but not fully erect dick. You look back into my eyes, and just the smolder you have in those beautiful brown eyes makes my dick twitch. You reach up and trace a finger along the stubble on my chin, then slip your finger in my mouth and suggestively slide it in and out. My eyes close as I lose myself in your seduction, and you immediately engulf my cock with your mouth.

My eyes pop open, staring down to see you already bobbing your head on my now very full erection. One hand cups my balls, gently massaging them and pulling them. After enjoying the view of your expert attention, my head rolls back and I just enjoy the sensation. Warm lips sliding along my shaft, tongue licking my head. Nimble hands stimulating my balls. My dick pops out of your mouth and I glance back down to see you suck one ball into your face. I sigh with contentment, smile, and let out an exaggerated ‘Unnh!’ of pleasure. You giggle around the ball in your mouth, continuing to suck and play while your hand strokes me off. 

“Want to come on my pretty little face?” you ask with mischief in your eyes. “I want you to. I want you to shoot your big, fat load of cum.” You slap my cock against your cheek, then another slap against your other cheek. “Right on my,” you rub my head along your closed eyes and down your nose, “cum slut face.” You finish by opening your mouth in a baby bird pose and point my tip right at it, continuing to stroke me off.

I had thought I was fully erect before, but your dirty talk inspires a new surge in my dick as I strain to hold myself back from the brink. “I hate to deny a lady her request,” I respond grinning. My grin fades to an expression of pure lust, “but I can’t deny myself the pleasure of fucking that perfect pussy down there between your legs.

Your expression fades to match the lust in mine, and the normally seductive eyes now say nothing but ‘fuck me.’ You stand, step close in so that we almost touch, then suddenly turn away. Looking back at me, you bend over, bracing your hands on the wall next to the tub. You spread your legs and arch your back, presenting your pussy for my pleasure.

No hesitation or playfulness from me. I position myself behind you, grab your ass with both hands, and ram my cock deep in your pussy. Natural juices are gushing from your cleft, so that there’s no shortage of lubrication, but the resistance of your tight pussy as I ram myself in causes us both to grunt in pleasure/shock. I quickly slide out and in one more time, getting myself buried to the hilt, and hold it there. My dick stretches itself to the fullest, and we just enjoy the heat and throbbing lust of both engorged dick inside your throbbing pussy. 

I begin thrusting, trying to do a slow build, but our need is too great and I transition quickly into a frenzied bucking. Your moan takes on a beat as your breath catches every time my body slams into yours. ‘Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,’ slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, the sound of our bodies and our voices fill the room. I express my appreciation of your beautiful posterior with a few slaps as I thrust in behind you, and occasionally slide my hand up your sleek and curvy back to grab a shoulder for better thrusting leverage.

I’m in heaven, looking down at the beautiful creature bent over in front of me, lovingly taking my cock in her beautiful pussy. We put mirrors on the walls just for occasions like this and I use them to see your breasts dangling below you, swaying with each thrust. I close my eyes to focus on the feel of you, the softness of your hips clenches in my hands, the firm length of your thighs slapping into mine, the warm wetness engulfing the length of my shaft.

I slip a hand around and my fingers find your clit. I begin a rapid, firm massage directly on your button. “Oh, god!” you shriek as the extra stimulation overwhelms you. A shuddering orgasm strikes, and now I’m struggling to hold us both up as your legs tremble. You recover and I switch my focus to building my own orgasm, ready to unload.

“No!” you slip your hips out of my grasp. Startled, a look of shocked disbelief on my face, I’m frozen as you twist around and sit on the edge of the tub. 

“You know I like to see it. My earlier offer is still open,” you smile with a combination of lust and mischief. You slide down and position your face directly in front of my groin. You open your mouth slightly, look up at me and run your tongue around your lips. My erection had begun to wilt, but it perks up again from your naughty ideas. You giggle and grab my cock, stroking me firmly and getting me quickly back to full attention. “Seems you like the idea too.”

“Actually,” my expression is a bit sheepish, and also a bit distracted as you continue to expertly stroke me. I’m grunting a bit and struggling to speak as the raw need that has been building all evening finally begins to overwhelm me. “I’ve been, unhh, thinking that, ahh, your breasts, god that’s good, have been neglected.” 

You make a show of considering my words, slowing your stroking to help me last a little longer. “Are you saying you’d like to splash your cum across my tits?” You pull my cock to your chest, rubbing my head on one nipple, then slapping it rather loudly against the piercing on the other. “I’d like that too” you whisper in a low, sultry voice. “I’m going to suck you until you’re ready. Tell me so I can shoot your load right on these beautiful tits. Will you enjoy that?”

I simply nod as your mouth engulfs me. The sensation of you sucking puts me over the edge instantly. “Now!” I cry as I feel the surge coming.

“Already?!” you laugh as you pull me out. You don’t have time to aim well, and the first shot hits you in the chin, dribbling down your neck to your breast. You continue to stroke as you take better aim, and the second large load land just above your nipple. There’s so much it completely covers your piercing as it oozes down. You continue to stroke and move my head across your chest, leaving a sticky trail from one nipple to the other. I’m panting as I come down, and you continue to pull on my cock, bringing out the last drop into your hand. 

I finally slide down next to you, content and relaxed. You glance at my face asking, “Happy?” but then turn your attention back to playing with the cum covering your breasts. You run your fingers through the sticky liquid, making little patterns, stretching strands between your fingers.

I reply “I can’t really say no when you’re playing with the evidence that my balls are quite drained.”

You break into a big smile “Yes, no faking for the men. I’m quite confident I satisfied you.” You pause long enough in your playing to give me a kiss. “And I do enjoy knowing it without a doubt.”

“Without a doubt,” I echo in affirmation. “Now, what was it you wanted to tell me about your day in the shop?”

You look up, actually startled. Then you laugh and wrap your arms around me. “Absolutely wiped from my mind, you’ve seen to that. No need to talk about it anymore. Let’s just order in and spend a lovely evening wrapped in each other’s arms.”

“Agreed,” I reply. “But maybe let’s rinse you off first.” You giggle and slide down below the suds, pulling me with you, and we do just that.