I’m a pretty quiet guy. Somewhat stealthy you might say. I tend to enter a room soundlessly. Subconsciously I suspect I’m secretly hoping to catch someone up to mischief. Consciously, I know damn well…I’m really hoping for a glimpse of naked flesh. Don’t look at me like that. I know you have the same little secret, don’t you?

Last week we were supposed to get hit with a major snowstorm here in New York City. It turned out to be a bust but for once my evil boss actually let us off early due to the expected storm. Amazingly I got a cab almost instantly. I sank into the back seat as I gave the driver the address to my Manhattan condo. As the cabbie chattered away in some incomprehensible accent my thoughts drifted to my girlfriend, wondering if she too, would get off work early. Actually I was really wondering if we would both get off early. I felt a thoughtful smile crease my face.

As the cab arrived at the front entrance to the condo I tossed the driver my fare along with a generous tip. I stepped on to the sidewalk as the cabbie promptly roared off without so much as a nod of thanks. Typical New York.

Leaving work early was like being paroled. There was a spring in my step as I strode through the lobby, giving a friendly nod to the concierge. He completely ignored me as his eyes were riveted on the legs of the tall blonde just in front of me. As we stepped into the elevator she gave me a smile and pushed the button for her floor. Thankfully it was above mine and I moved to the back of the elevator. Now I was able to fully appreciate her long legs as the elevator rose. Her legs were spectacular but I was already thinking about someone else’s legs.

We reached my floor and I stepped out quickly, looking forward to a nice tall drink. I entered my condo, barely making a sound. I quietly placed my laptop bag on the floor and draped my suit jacket over a chair. I slipped off my Italian loafers as I loosened my red tie. I could hear a faint rustling from the bedroom. Intrigued but faintly unnerved I felt my heart speed up.

Silently I made my way to the open bedroom door. To my amazed delight my delicious girlfriend lay naked on the bed. Her white silk robe was splashed beneath her slender body to rather stunning effect, conveying a look of almost virginal innocence. The effect was short-lived as I realized she was sliding a glass toy slowly between her legs. Even from the door I could see the raised veins on the perfectly shaped glass cock, glistening moisture in the soft afternoon light.

Her left leg was bent, displaying the delicious shape of her inner thigh. As her right hand worked the glass toy, her left hand languorously caressed the roundness of her breasts. Her taut nipples signaled her rising arousal. She murmured softly, lost in her mounting excitement. I felt the answering pressure of my own arousal. For long minutes I watched surreptitiously, enjoying every nuance of her body as it responded to her ministrations. My pants became increasingly uncomfortable.

Quietly I slipped away to remove my clothing, not wanting to disturb the delicious eroticism of this stolen occasion. I practically tore my clothes off! Carefully I edged back to the doorway, spying like a seasoned voyeur. Finally I coughed….and her head whipped around in a frenzy of luxurious black hair. Her hand instantly ceased as she looked up at me in surprise.

I smiled and murmured quietly, “Don’t stop babe…you’re sexy as hell.”

She looked horribly embarrassed…but only for a moment. Then she looked me directly in the eye and slowly slid the glass toy back inside herself with a soft moan.

As she turned her head back to look at me, she gave me the naughtiest smile I have ever seen on a woman’s face. I watched in rapt fascination as she closed her eyes, sliding the glass in and out with long, slow strokes.

I could hear the soft rhythmic wetness of each movement. As her left hand brushed across her clitoris her mouth parted in a soft moan. Entranced, I drank in the soft curves of her body, aching to touch her. The clear glass of her toy reflected translucent pink hues that swirled as she moved. My cock grew impossibly hard.

Unable to resist, I moved toward the bed. I slipped on to the soft duvet beside her, tilting her to one side as I slowly worked my naked body under hers. As she rolled back, her head lay on my shoulder and her hot sexy ass pressed against my raging erection. She never missed a beat.

I began to caress her body; my hands roamed across her breasts, tweaking her already stiff nipples. As my rough hands moved downward I could feel the heat coming off her body in waves. With each thrust of the glass toy her sexy ass pushed against me. I kissed the side of her neck, feeling the quick pulse of her heartbeat beneath my lips.

Then, to my surprise, she took my right hand and placed it over the base of the glass toy, covering my hand with her own. I felt the heat of her hand over mine as she guided me to continue sliding the toy in and out of her drenched pussy. There was something so naughty yet intimate in her control of the moment. The steamy eroticism of it was overwhelming.

Any awkwardness I may have felt evaporated as she began to moan once again, whispering, “Oh baby yes…just like that…”

I could feel her luscious body press against mine each time I slid the glass cock inside her. I was ridiculously hard. The cheeks of her sexy little ass imprisoned my raging erection in exquisite confinement.

My hand was already soaked with her juices as I felt the increasing pressure of her hand against mine. She urged me to push harder, faster; I could feel her hunger as our inhibitions completely disappeared. The soles of her feet pressed into the bed, her velvet walls clenching with delight around the slick glass. Her back arched; the perfect roundness of her ass cheeks rubbing against my cock as she rocked back and forth. Her whispered moans betrayed her craving for more.

A fine film of moisture glittered on her silky smooth skin, shining gold in the soft natural light. Slowly my left hand traced its way down her slender body. I could feel her trembling beneath the soft pads of my fingertips. Gently I brushed over her clit, she gasped at the sudden additional stimulation. Softly I teased her button, knowing just how to touch her and maximize her pleasure. She reached one arm over her head, clutching at my hair in desperation.

Her raw gasps for breath told me she was close. My teeth bit gently into her shoulder as my fingertips feathered across her clit. Her moans became desperate cries as she reached the edge, then her fingernails dug into my hand as she burst into a quaking orgasm. Her cries of pleasure caused me to explode against the fine curve of her ass; rope after rope of cum, as intense an orgasm as I had ever enjoyed. Our bodies went limp in a breathless, wet heap of satisfaction.

Long minutes passed as we lay together, recovering from the intensity of our shared pleasure. Slowly she tilted her head up to kiss me, a deep kiss filled with wild desire and promise.

“Now,“ she said, with her naughtiest smile yet, “Time for Round Two…”