Trying Out My New Lingerie

Both characters are over 18. Based on a true story.

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I emerged from the bathroom feeling slightly nervous but ready to pounce. My hair was still wet from the hot tub and it fell around my neck, untamed and wild. I knew he liked that.

He looked up at me from his chair and knew immediately why I had taken so long in the bathroom. I made no attempt to conceal the fact that I was suddenly wearing tights under his sweater, which was almost a dress on me. He knew I had a treat for him, but I wasn't going to let him have it so easy.

"I'm going to try not to look so it'll be a surprise when I can actually give it my full attention," he said, trying to pry his curious gaze away from me and back to his phone, which had been occupying him for the past half hour. But I knew I had him hooked. I smiled and made my way into the bedroom, knowing he would follow.

Before long we were laying on his bed. I climbed top of him, alternating between hard, passionate kisses and soft, loving kisses. His hands began to explore under the sweater I was wearing, and he whispered "I love it already," when he felt the smooth fabric on my back and the straps that attached it to my thigh-high tights. I had a brief moment of doubt; maybe he wouldn't find it that exciting when he saw it, or I would get embarrassed and ruin the moment, or run out of sexy things to do to entertain him.

I kissed him hard, then suddenly pulled away, just out of his reach. He inhaled sharply, his mouth open, silently begging for my kiss. I smiled and let this give me confidence. I knew what to do.

I moved my mouth close to his, about to kiss him, but never quite. I laced my fingers with his and trapped his arms by his head, as if to force him to say "I surrender to you." He could overpower me easily if he really tried, and knowing that made his submission so much more exciting. My tongue traced his mouth and I felt every muscle in his body strain towards me, his breath coming in soft gasps, his eyes locked with mine. Finally I kissed him and his whole body shuddered in reaction as I released his arms and he wrapped them around me.

He kissed me hard, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, his arms pressing me against him. I was so wet and ready for him, but there was so much more fun to be had before I would let him take me.

He rolled me onto my side and started to unzip my sweater. I stopped his hand, looked him in the eyes, and said softly "Will you take off all your clothes for me?"

He moved away from me and was completely naked within seconds. I was surprised that he had followed my command so instantly, in such a way that showed that I had complete control over him. He would do anything I asked. I admired his body for a moment. He was so sexy, and the fact I could control his every movement made him that much sexier.

I kissed him and then teasingly pulled away, this time standing up next to the bed. I slowly unzipped the sweater and let it fall to the ground. He could not take his eyes off my burgundy lingerie. It was dark, with a little black lace, and it screamed dominance. I knew it accentuated my curves and pushed up my modest breasts in a way that, at least, made me feel really sexy, but I knew his favorite part was when I turned around. My large, curvaceous, soft ass was peeking out from under the black and burgundy fabric, and the straps that attached to my tights pulled taught over each cheek.

"Oh my god," I heard him murmur, and I turned around to smile at him. He was pulling his hair with one hand, a look of wonderment on his face, and though he was under blankets from the waist down, I was sure he was rock solid.

I giggled at his awed reaction. "Do you like it?" I asked.

"Yeeaaah," he said like it was obvious. I started to move towards him, but he asked "Can you turn around one more time?" and I was happy to oblige. I turned my back and heard him groan as he admired my greatest asset.

I turned and climbed on top of him, kissing him hard, but being sure to tease him often. I wanted to drive him crazy, to make sure he was always hanging on my every word and movement. I liked to see in his eyes that in that moment, the only thing in his world was me.

He pulled away for a moment to catch his breath and smiled. "What?" I asked.

"I can't believe I just took off all my clothes for you," he said, smiling softly. "I didn't know you had that much power over me."

Hearing him say it was enough to get me going and I attacked that man, kissing him and grinding myself against his exposed manhood. I kissed his neck and bit his ear like I knew he liked, then went in for a kiss and teasingly bit his lip. I was so ready, and so confident.

"Go down on me," I commanded.

He didn't need telling twice. I rolled off of him and he was instantly stripping off my tights and the tiny strip of fabric covering my smooth, wet mound. He looked me dead in the eye as he began to use his tongue on me, first massaging my clit, increasing speed and pressure as my breathing turned to gasping and my eyes automatically closed. He made little circles with his tongue and my body started to shudder, my hands balled into fists. His hands moved under my ass and he pulled me up so he could force his tongue inside of me. I sighed and pushed myself onto his tongue, which he began to move in and out of me. When he needed to catch his breath he moved back up to my clit and began grinding his tongue against it, his hands pressed over my stomach to keep me still. He moved back and forth between my clit and my wet opening one more time, then looked up at me, obviously tired.

"I assume I stop when you say I can?" he asked in a low voice. I nodded, thrilled at his submission.

He dove right back in and I continued to gasp and groan and buck my hips against his mouth. I considered finishing myself off then, just to tease him, but I wanted the drive and energy to make this whole evening last as long as possible, so the next time he came up for air I gave my next command: "Come here."

He obediently moved up to lay on top of me and kiss me. I could taste myself on his mouth. We kissed intensely for a little while and I allowed him to catch his breath between kisses. When I was so wet I couldn't stand it, I said "Roll over."

He did eagerly, knowing it was supposed to be his turn next. I kissed him softly and caressed his chest, moving my hand lower, just out of reach of his throbbing cock. His eye begged desperately for me to touch it, stroke it, suck it. I touched it gently with my fingertips and he inhaled sharply, his whole body writhing slightly in anticipation. I smiled and wrapped two fingers around him.

"Please," he begged in a desperate whisper. "I've done everything you asked."

This was true, and besides, I wanted him in my mouth. I wiggled my way down so that my face was right above his straining dick. I gently licked its length, never breaking eye contact. His hand was on my back, and as my tongue circled his head his nails dug into my skin, causing tingles all down my spine. I gently took the tip into my mouth, then licked his length again, loving the torture in his eyes.

Finally I took him in my mouth and he groaned as his whole body relaxed. I took him in and out of my mouth a few times to get the length of him wet, then grabbed around the shaft with my hand and began to stroke him, sucking his tip as I did so. I could taste droplets of precum on him and I sucked harder, eager to taste more. I increased speed gradually and he groaned again, his whole body reacting to my touch. His sounds made me tingle all over and fueled me to continue pumping him. I suddenly shoved him all the way into my mouth a few times, enjoying the guttural, animalistic sound that it drew from him. I continued to suck him more and more aggressively, imagining what he would feel like inside of me.

I came up for air and he grabbed my neck, pulling me up to him. We kissed and I caught my breath. I pulled down my lingerie to expose my small, perky breasts then shoved one of them against his mouth. He moaned softly as he took it in his mouth, moving his tongue around my erect nipple and sucking on it gently. I sighed and pressed it against him, feeling intense tingles between my legs. He released my breast and moved to suck the other one, which I let him do for a moment before pulling it out of his mouth and holding it just out of reach. He made an instinctive noise of frustration and tried to move towards my boob, but I always kept it a centimeter out of reach. When I could feel his grip on me tighten and his breath turned to desperate moans, I gave in and let him taste my nipple.

"Go get a condom," I commanded a moment later. He instantly jumped up and grabbed one. He handed them both to me and laid down on his back, waiting for my next move.

I removed my lingerie and ripped open the condom, unceremoniously rolling it onto his ready penis and straddled him. I kissed him, hard, forcing my tongue in his mouth for a moment, enjoying how he grabbed my ass when I did so. I lowered myself so I could rub my clit against his cock and he almost whimpered. I was always looking for ways to tease him, but at this point I was also teasing myself and I couldn't take it anymore.

As I lowered myself onto him, I groaned and his grip on my ass tightened. I moved myself slowly up and down, getting used to the feeling of him inside of me, but within seconds he was pumping into me, bouncing me on his pelvis. I cried out in surprise and pleasure as his solid cock rammed against my g-spot. I leaned forward so I could kiss him as he thrust into me faster and faster. He was so ready after all my teasing, he couldn't control himself.

We fucked like this for a long time, it seemed. He had never fucked me like that before; there was no amount of hesitation or doubt as he violently thrust into me again and again. I tried to keep my eyes open so I could look at him, but he felt so good that they closed instinctively. Eventually he slowed down a little, and I leaned into his ear to whisper "Fuck me from behind."

Before I knew it I was bent over on my knees and he was thrusting just as hard as before, but from behind. My pleasure noises got louder and louder. This position got me going like no other and I was soon rubbing my clit with my hand, desperate for a release after all that teasing. My groans got louder and higher pitch as I pleasured myself, one hand on my clit and the other alternating between my nipples. He could tell I was close to climaxing and slammed himself into me as hard and fast as he could.

"Smack my ass," I commanded through a moan, and he hit me hard on one ass cheek. It made an amazing sound, and the tingling pain I felt made me groan and rub myself harder. He smacked the other cheek and I moaned again. He grabbed my hips and pumped into me until there were no thoughts in my head besides the intangible feelings of love and lust and connection and animalistic instincts that come with good sex.

I came violently and loudly, my whole body shuddering and shaking, making sounds I couldn't otherwise make if I tried. I was pulsing all over and it felt so fucking good. Slowly my body relaxed and I tried desperately to catch my breath. He slowed his motion, then stopped, bending forward to kiss my back as I gasped for breath.

We breathed heavily together. He ran his fingertips over my back before pulling out of me out of me and curling up beside me. We were both sweaty and out of breath and content.

"So, lingerie is a yes?"

"Very much a yes," he said, smiling mischievously. "And I like it when you tell me what to do."

"I've actually never done that before," I confessed. "But I'm glad you liked it."

"I did like it. But you could have been a bit more mean about it."

I looked at him and smiled. If he wanted meaner, I could give him meaner. He had no idea what kind of torture was in store for him.