It's always difficult to predict what I'll come home to.
My girlfriend can be all sweetness and light. Or wickedness reigns. I've learnt to roll with it.
Last night I got back and the house was empty. I took my shoes off, made myself a sandwich, grabbed a beer and sat down at the table to wind down from a hot, sticky day and a stressful commute.
I heard the key in the latch, the door open and bags dumped on the floor. Julia appeared in the kitchen. Standing there in her work clothes, blouse and skirt, tights and flat shoes, the sight of her after all these years shouldn't still be turning me on so quickly. But it does. She has dark, shoulder-length hair, pale blue eyes, full round tits filling out that blouse. My cock twitched and pushed against my boxer briefs.
"You started without me," she said a little accusingly, looking at my beer. With that she went to the fridge and got herself a bottle. She opened the it, came over to me and stood next to me. I looked up and she stared. She lazily swigged beer. A pause.
Then: "I'll be back down in a sec."
She went off upstairs. I put my sandwich down on the table in front of me, sat still and waited for her.
She appeared back downstairs. I had expected her to be dressed in something more provocative however she was still in the same clothes and shoes. But she had some things in her hands.
She held up some rope in front of my face. I looked at her for brief moment and then complied. My hands went behind the back of the chair and she tied me to it.
She cleared space on the table in front of me, placed a flogger and vibrator down and then sat herself on the table, her still-shod feet on my knees and her arse just at the edge of the table top.
My cock was painfully constrained and pulsing.
She kept her eyes fixed on me. She hitched up her skirt and pulled down her tights to below her knees. Her knickers followed. Her knees parted and she thrust her arse further forward so that it was halfway off the table. She was leaning back to balance herself. She opened her mouth and stuck two fingers in, coating then well with spit. Then her hand moved to between her legs. She spread the spit over the outer lips of her cunt then parted them. Her fingertips homed in on her clit.
She'd not given herself a chance to be properly aroused - her pussy took some time to catch up to where she was in this slutty performance. So, she ground away at her clit, coming back for more spit and gently probing her vagina. It was hard work and I desperately wanted to help her with my tongue but I knew better than to ask.
Then she began to moan. Her pussy was getting wet on its own now and two fingers slipped inside her, her thumb pressing down on her clit. My eyes where fixed on the whole hot, wet mess and she brought herself close to climax. It was only now that her other hand joined in the action and she used it to rub her inner thighs. Her moans got louder and as then did she rolled back on to the table, her legs awkwardly up in the air making a diamond shape as her tights and knickers, now around her ankles, kept her feet together. I could see her working her cunt furiously now with one hand and the other moved around her hips to her arse, the fingers on that hand pushing into her crack and rubbing around her arsehole. That did it: she let out a cry and came hard.
She rolled fully on to the table and lay there, spent. She'd satisfied herself and tortured me with the sight of it. My balls were aching and my cock rigid.
I groaned in frustration.
She whipped her head to the side and glowered. "What's your problem?"
