The tension in the air was palpable, as they entered his house through the garage door. He watched her as she crossed the threshold first, admiring the way her ass gyrated within her jeans. He smiled as he gazed upon her slightly mussed hair, remembering how just moments ago he had locks of it gripped tightly in his right hand, forcing her face onto his throbbing manhood as he drove home from the coffee house.
They made their way upstairs, into the living room. He observed her eyeing the futon couch in the center of the room, a lone ottoman sitting purposefully in front of it. The room was dark, with the exception of a soft red glow emanating from a hidden lamp behind the large screen television. He wondered if she would remember his instructions.
She took off her jacket, dropping it to the floor behind the couch, and revealing her beautiful DD-cup breasts. He admired the way they strained against the tight t-shirt, seeming to defy gravity. Her nipples were rock hard, clearly visible through the thin material. She looked at him hungrily, with lust in her eyes. She was clearly frustrated with him, after being roughly pulled away from his cock when they arrived home. She licked her lips as she gazed down at the bulge in his jeans.
"All in good time," he thought with a sly grin.
He crossed his arms, glaring impatiently at her. She hadn't forgotten already, had she? She looked up at him, and grinned sheepishly. Without a word, she unfastened the button on her jeans, and slowly began unzipping them. She was still wearing his boxers, which he had given to her earlier that night. He smiled as he remembered ordering her to take off her pants in the parking garage. She had been hesitant, but she did drop her jeans to put on the boxers. She hadn't seen the older couple look over at her as she was bent over, hurrying on to the elevators in embarrassment. He wondered if that would have even fazed her, anyway.
He was brought back from his reminiscing by the intoxicating scent of her incredibly aroused pussy. She stepped out of her shoes, then the pants, leaving her socks on as earlier instructed. He smiled to himself; she did remember his instructions, and followed them well.
He walked around the couch and sat down in front of the ottoman. He kicked the ottoman away from him a bit, and then rested his feet on it. Her head hung down in submission, she padded over to him. She lifted her left leg over his, straddling his crossed legs, facing the television. She slowly bent forward, presenting her boxer-covered ass to his face. She bent all the way over, her head coming to rest on the ottoman.
She placed her hands behind her knees, and began to run them slowly up the back of her thighs. Slowly, steadily, she stroked upwards, until she got to the bottom of the boxers. Her hands continued up inside the legs of her boxers, then back down again. She grabbed the hem of the boxers, and slowly began pulling them down, teasing, inch by agonizing inch. He had told her to take her time, but even he was beginning to squirm a little in his seat, eagerly anticipating the unveiling of her luscious charms underneath.
Her ass cheeks came into view. He licked his lips in anticipation. Slowly, her puckered anus peeked out; did it just wink at him? He remembered that she had told him she wasn't into anal sex. He hoped that he would soon change her mind; she had a beautiful ass, and it would be a shame if she never felt the ecstasy of having a warm, wet tongue teasing her ass into relaxation.
The scent of her pussy was intoxicating. It was stronger now, and as she slowly revealed it to him, he could see her juices literally bubbling out of her, coating her lips and clit with wetness, and running down the inside of both of her thighs.
She could not pull the boxers down any farther; they were resting on his legs. She put her hands on the ottoman, lifting her head and ample chest up, and arching her back. She was breathing heavily, letting out a whimper now and then. He sensed her frustration; she was incredibly aroused, and his cock was rock hard. He knew that if he stood up, ripped off his jeans, and savagely impaled her, both of them would cum within minutes.
But he wasn't going to do that. He intended to take his time.
Withdrawing his feet from the ottoman, he placed his feet on the floor behind her, and sat forward on the couch. The boxers fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them. She was very obedient, very submissive; she stayed bent over the ottoman, her exposed ass and pussy now just inches from his face.
Her hips made slight thrusting motions, barely discernible. He had told her to be still, but he could forgive her this slight transgression; she probably wasn't even aware she was doing it. He heard her breathing heavily, nearly panting with desire. Her head was turned back toward him, and he saw the unadulterated lust in her eyes. She wanted to be fucked, hard. Her eyes pleaded with him to ram his cock deep into her and satisfy her burning needs.
He smiled at her, and shook his head "no." Not yet, my love; all in good time. She moaned, and her pussy flexed, pushing out more juices. She may have wanted to be fucked, but she was enjoying this exquisite torture.
He leaned forward, his hot breath caressing her ass and thighs. He reached up and placed a hand on each ass cheek, squeezing the luscious globes. He spread her cheeks apart, exposing her even more to his lusty gaze. It was now or never, he thought.
Leaning in further, he stuck out his tongue and lightly licked, just above her pussy and below her puckered anus. She shuddered at the warm wet touch. He licked again. And again, this time running his tongue from the edge of her pussy, to just below her asshole. She let out a guttural moan, and then she did it. Barely, almost imperceptibly, she lowered her ass. That was all the invitation he needed...
He stood up, and had her stand up as well. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She grinned back at him; she trusted him. He immediately lowered the futon into a bed, and patted the edge to encourage her to kneel upon it. She did, without question. Knees on the edge, she laid her head down on the mattress, her ass jutting up into the air, fully exposing her womanhood to him to do as he pleased.
He pulled the ottoman close to the bed, and sat upon it. His face was in perfect position. He reached up with his right hand, and extending his middle finger, he traced a path from her anus down through the gushing wet furrow of her pussy lips, and to her clit. He flicked her clit, and she moaned with desire, grinding her hips at him in frustration. He did it again, this time allowing his fingertip to enter her pussy slightly before continuing down to her clit. He lingered on her clit, rubbing a couple of times before flicking it and removing his finger.
