Normally on our days off from work, me and my girl liked to get out of the house. We’d go see a movie, have dinner, go shopping or do something as simple as take a stroll in the park -anything to get out of the house. I was an employee of a video editing company and for the last two years I had been getting work done in the house. There was a workroom in the house setup with two computers, lots of extra hard drives, disks, cables and other electronic equipment specifically for this reason. Of course, there were many advantages of getting business done in the house.
The first was avoiding the whole monotony of getting ready for work. Then there was not dealing with a horrible commute and less than pleasant weather conditions. There was the freedom of not having a rigid schedule to follow and perhaps best of all was getting to see my love every day. The only real downside’s were the risks of allowing yourself to get distracted and not getting any work done. Aside from the dalliance, the other negative aspect was not having as much of an opportunity to get out.
Being cooped at home for a few days wasn’t a real bother to me. At any rate, once or twice week, I was required to head out to the companies’ studios in order to receive a new batch of videos to edit, hand in finished projects and fill out some paperwork. Working my ass for the last fours years had certainly lead me to a very comfortable position within my company. Maria was no different, but was passionate in a different area, writing. In the last six years she had gone from a being an aspirant teenager with a laptop, to being a published author of several short stories, writing columns for a newspaper and now being an editor in chief for a small book publisher. Inspired by my occupational accommodations, she managed to persuade her own employer to allow her the same privilege.
So for the last year or so, she too was working from home. A spare room, a computer and fax machine was all that was truly needed to have her new writing station established. Though about two, sometimes three days a week, she still plugged in eight hours of work at the publishing firm. This was usually to meet with authors, go over their work with them, receive new material, hand in the old etc, etc. The vast majority of the other time she was at her work station, preparing the submitted texts for publication. Making a living from within the comfort of our home, it was certainly a good thing we had going.
Yet the only real problem was again, the isolation from the outside world. We hadn’t made specific plans on where we going out for the weekend, other than on going out. Unfortunately, mother nature had a different arrangement for us, like so many other times. We had awoken to a sunny spring day, eaten a hearty breakfast of pancakes, eggs and melon slices, and were looking forward to our day off. Then the warm rays of the sun were unexpectedly caged behind rogue gray clouds and a freak storm nestled in. Now instead of going anywhere, we lazily sat on the living room couch watching TV, while the rain poured outside.
I convinced myself the situation wasn’t really that dismal. After all we were sitting snuggled up against each other, enjoying each others presence and warmth. At least we didn’t need to get all dressed up. I was in a simple white T and a pair of jeans. Maria was wearing a casual yet enticing black halter top, light-blue denim shorts that tightly hugged her cute ass and a pair of comfy pink slippers. Somehow she always managed to look great in whatever type of attire she wore. Toward the end of the second hour of watching TV, our restlessness for a new activity became apparent.
The brunette repositioned herself on the couch for about the twentieth time and let out a sigh.
“Let’s do something else.” She softly entreated.
“I’m tired of this...”
She wrapped her hand around my arm and gently caressed it with her face.
“Allright babe, got any ideas?” I answered back to the affectionate kitten of a girl.
Maria brought me in closer and tickled my ear with her secret whispers. She finished and let go of me.
“How about it?” She grinned.
“So yesterday wasn’t enough huh?”
“You know I gotta have the real thing.”
“And you know I’m always up for it.”
“Well if that the case....race you to the bedroom!” She exclaimed laughing and darting out of the living room.
Caught off guard, but not to be outdone, I quickly followed behind, made my way out of the living room and veered to my left where the stairs began. My girl was still happily laughing and beginning to make her way up the stairs. Pell-mell, I made a mad dash for her, but simply managed to touch her cute ass with the tips of my fingers before she slipped away and I nearly tripped. Tumbling my way up the stairs, I regained my balance and halfway up caught the peach by her dainty waist.
“You didn’t think you were going to win that easily did you?” I asked now laughing too.
“Yeah I did.” She replied giggling and turned around to face me.
I took the opportunity to take her by the shoulders and plant a passionate kiss on her.
“Well, you were wrong.” I mumbled, lavishing her soft pink lips with more kisses.
“Hmmm.” She simply uttered under my busses.
My hands set out to work and softly caressed her arms, grazing against soft fair skin. I switched one hand to stroke her gorgeous brown hair and the sweet scent of pomegranates invigorated my sense of smell. In no time at all her lips were kissing back and we were in our own little pleasure world. I banqueted on her beautiful lips, slowly moving to the corner of her mouth and then across her cheek. My kisses traveled across soft flawless skin and continued to her neck.
“I don’t think....I can wait...till the bedroom.” I mumbled in between kisses.
“Then let’s do it here.” She blithely whispered.
The young sexy babe lightly pushed me away with her hands. She reached toward my jeans and while undoing them, playfully kissed me.
“Take a seat mister.” She coyly commanded.
Maria climbed down the step she was on and I took a seat there. She repositioned herself on the stair case to be in between my legs and kicked the pink slippers off her feet. They tumbled down and came to rest a few steps below. Next, she slithered her way out the tight pair of lowcut jean shorts and her black panties. She took one foot out of the ring of clothes at her ankles and kicked the garments down to the bottom of the staircase. Her juicy little butt was now facing toward me and I could see the tiny pink pussy lips of her cute slit.
“Why don’t we see who can last the longest?”
“You mean if you can ride my cock before cumming, or if I can handle your steamy pussy before cumming?”
“Exactly.” She replied smiling, looking over shoulder.
“Sounds fun.”
By now I had pulled down my underwear and my erect cock was itching for the divine sensation of her pussy. She placed her feet a few steps below and slowly bent her knees to descend down on my rod. Her head shifted forward to take a look at the hot, pulsing, meatstick passing in between her legs. She coiled her soft hand around my cock and teasingly rubbed its engorged head against her wet pussy. A minute later she repositioned my dick and guided into her slit as she lowered herself down. We moaned in unison as my cock slid into her velvety canal and her gorgeous ass came to rest on my lap.
She remained perched on my cock and getting accustomed to the deep filling sensation stimulating her vaginal walls. As much as she enjoyed the intense feeling of having a thick cock in her pussy, she put the phallus to work straightaway. The muscles of her sexy toned legs raised her petite body and allowed her to climb up the length of my cock. She descended back down and plunged my dick back into her sacred depths. The walls of her wet flowing pussy easily permitted my member to slide in and out. For some time I simply sat in ecstacy, reveling in the act of having Maria wildly begin to ride my cock.
The peach eagerly pushed of the stair steps with her feet and legs to attain the hop needed to ascend up the dick in her pussy. On the way down, she let gravity do the task of driving my meatstick back into her. No sooner had her cute pussy lips settled on the very base of my shaft when she arose again.With every spring her long dark brown hair swayed behind her back and her supple breasts bounced in the security of her halter top.