The rain is hitting the window pain softly. Making me wish that you were here with me. I've been thinking about the night before all day long. I feel the tingle in my pussy lips, and the lunge in my womb. I need to feel you inside me. I feel the slick texture of my shaved pussy lips, glide together, as I walk to the window, yet again, looking for your truck, awaiting your arrival. I can hardly stand it anymore. I run my fingertips along my bare stomach. I'm wearing your favorite outfit. The one that you picked out. Little white terry cloth shorts, and a white ribbed tank top, that is a little to short, and small. My tiny nipples hard, poking into the soft cotton of the material. The touch of my abdomen, sends shivers through my body, and again, straight to my sex. I cup my ample breast in my hands, feeling you, and your large calloused hands. You called earlier, and told me that you had gotten off work early due to the rain, and you wanted to come home and warm up. The five minute conversation that we had on the phone, was enough for me to run my fingertips across my slit, already wet, and wanting.
I just keep seeing the image of you above me, with my knees pinned to my shoulders, and watching your fat cock disappear deep inside my wet pussy. The slick sound of sex. My pussy wet, and slick, tight. Watching your glorious handsome face, that is half animalistic, and on the edge of loosing control.
"Touch it baby," you say huskily. In that lustful rough voice I love to hear, when we are fucking.
I completely oblige you and am happy to touch that wet button, just above the space that you are engorging. Its hard, and it sends a shiver through my body. I briefly look into your eyes, that follow my stomach down, and watch my fingers pinch and roll my clit. My fingers working in fast circular motions, knowing that I can bring that orgasm to myself fast and now, knowing that I don't need to. You have no problems, hitting that g-spot, and making me cum. Cum so hard, I squeeze you out of me. You are rock hard, and it never ceases to amaze you, that I can squeeze that fat cock right out of my pussy, with a gush of my orgasm. But only you can do that to me. No other lover, has ever been able to make me cum like you do.
The door opening, startles me back to reality. I turn and look at you, your dark hair wet, from the rain, your clothes soiled from a hard days work. Your hands a dark shade of muddy. I smile at you. You have a smear of mud along your strong sexy jaw line.
"I was hoping you didn't start without me." You say to me playfully.
"I was about to." I walk straight over to you, I take your dirty calloused hand in my own, and push your hand into my shorts, and push your finger in between my slit. You close your eyes, and breath out slowly. "Fuck your wet"
You open your eyes, and I see the slivery pools of lust. I know by looking into that gorgeous face, that you are wanting me, and ready. I look down, and can see through your car hart pants, your engorged member.
"Let me take a quick shower, I really am muddy babe," You say through impatience.
"No, I'm not waiting." I kneel in front of you, knowing that you don't need anymore coaxing. But I want to feel the bulbous head of your cock, pass over my lips and down my throat. I love the feel of your cock in my mouth. Feeling the veins, solid and strong as they pass over my lips. "I want you dirty." I say as I unzip your damp pants. "Your cold and wet, lets get you out of these clothes." I look up at you with my big brown eyes. Flirting with you. You run your hand through my long blonde hair, as I pull your cock out, and satisfy part of what I'm wanting. I moan softly, as the feel of your solid member enters my mouth, passes over my tongue. I close my eyes briefly and look back up at you. You smile seductively at me, and lay your head back. I watch some of the tension ease out of your shoulders as you sigh. The sounds you make, get me hotter. I love hearing that what I'm doing pleases you. I run my hand softly over my pussy. The terry cloth shorts are soft. They have ridden up a little more, my finger grazes the side of my pussy lips. It sends and exhilarating shiver through my sex again. I can feel the juices from me, start moistening the shorts. I pull them to the side a little, and let my finger slide inside of me. I moan onto your cock.
"Okay," you say a little breathlessly. You bend down, and put your hands under my arms and pick me up. I wrap my legs around your waist, and you grab the back of my head, and force your solid mouth to mine. The tiny scratches from your neatly trimmed beard exhilarate my mouth further. Roughing the soft texture of my lips. You start walking down the hall. Carrying me. One hand holding onto my ass, the other firmly clutched into my long locks, making sure my mouth cannot leave your passionate kisses.