I sit staring out the window, waiting. Waiting for him to text me. We've never met but just the sound of his voice can make me cream. Luke and I have been talking for over a year. There is just something about him that pulls me in, draws me to him, like he's my center of gravity, moth to a flame and all that jazz.
I go about my daily work, not really focused on anything in front of me when my cell phone goes off. I reach for it as if it's my last ray of hope in my dark, maddening world. It's him! But it's bad news. He can't get away this weekend like we had planned. This was our third time planning a weekend together and I'm starting to feel like he's stringing me along. So goes the life of being involved with a married man. If what you call what we do being involved.
I text him back saying it's ok, we'll try again some other time. What else would I say? What can I say? He owes me nothing. He's not mine. I have no real claim on him.
But as I sit at my desk, trying to get through the rest of my day at work without giving away to the rest of the office how incredibly bummed out and brokenhearted I am, I remember our last phone call. We get to talking about what exactly we would do to each other and he tells me how he wants me to finger myself. As I'm fingering myself, he's on the other end, stroking his cock, listening to me ride my wave and stroking faster as my moans get faster and louder. He gets me so wet and doesn't even have to try!
Finally, 5 o'clock comes and I leave the office. I have no idea what to do now as my entire weekend has completely imploded. I grab a salad on my way home and watch some television hoping to distract myself enough to forget about my disappointment, but it's not working. I clean up and decide to take a nice, long, hot bath. At least I'll relax and get off at the same time without having Luke here.
I make sure the water is steaming hot before I put in the plug and the bubbles. There's something about that Black Amethyst scent from Bath & Body Works that just calms me and puts me in that sexy place. Thank God too, because right now, after my disappointment, I'm not feeling too sexy. I light a few candles and turn off the lights hoping to at least reclaim the peace I once had from the chaos that has now taken up residence in my head. I slip off my robe and slowly lower myself into the scalding hot water.
Submerging myself in the water and bubbles, I think about the bubbles being Luke's fingers or even his tongue as they tickle all across my skin. I close my eyes and start to slide my hands up and down my body, cupping my breast, tweaking a nipple, grazing my pussy lips. I slide a little lower in the tub, resting my one foot on the faucet, draping the other outside of the tub, feeling the water come inside my hot hole. I run my finger up and down my slit, and I can feel myself already getting wet imagining Luke's tongue is my finger sucking and licking. As I put two fingers inside, there's a knock at my door.
"You've got to be kidding me!" I grumble. Now, I'm a scatter brain, wet, hot and horny, and there's someone at my door, ruining my bath. And they won't stop knocking! I stand up, grab my robe from the floor, and wrap my soaking body up while yelling "Hold on damn it! Where's the fire?!" The pounding never ceases and as I fling open the door and yell "Look asshole! I do—".
I get stopped mid sentence because at my door is Luke! He hands me flowers and before either of us says anything, he picks me up off my feet kisses me like he's a starving man and I'm filet mignon. They say girls don't like to be treated like a piece of meat, but he can treat me like this any day of the week! As our tongues dance, he invites himself in and shuts the door behind us.
God, I love his lips and his tongue and ohmigosh he smells soooooo good. As wonderful as our phone calls were, this is even better. I think I'm literally melting in his arms because I feel like my body is on fire.
We finally pull away and catch our breath. I ask him if he's hungry or wants something to drink. Instead of answering me, he looks at my robe, which is now soaked, and asks me why I'm wet. I laugh and explain myself while he slowly starts to grin. "Oh, really? Thinking of me, were you? I'm flattered. Show me." I look at him like he's just lost his mind but I'm amused at the same time. "Seriously?" He nods his head so I grab his hand and lead him to the bath room.
By this time, my water has gone cold, so I drain the cold water and refill the tub doing everything exactly the way it was. While we're waiting for the tub to fill up, he removes his jacket and shoes getting a little more comfortable. I steal glances at him every chance I get and I just can't believe this is really happening. He's really here! I don't even care about the circumstances. For tonight, he's mine and only mine.
For inspiration, I kiss him as hard as I can before I slip out of the robe again and slide into the hot water. His eyes are on me and I think my entire body is blushing. I start over, sliding my hands up and down my ribs, tweaking my nipples, squeezing my breasts and my hand slides lower. I close my eyes as I reach in between my legs and start rubbing on my lips, then run my fingers up and down my slit, pinching and pulling on my clit a little to get me there faster.
I start making circles in my clit as I feel myself getting even wetter than before. I open my eyes to see him holding himself as he's thoroughly enjoying my show. I smile as I bring my other hand into the action and slip 2 fingers in as I'm rubbing my clit into circles. I hear him groan as I slip in a third and slide them in and out and I feel like I'm close to cumming. I watch him get faster as our eyes finally meet and my entire body goes up in flames as my orgasm hits me and I just sink into the tub.
I look over and Luke's not done yet, so I stand up and wrap my lips around his cock to help finish him off. He has a beautiful cock. It's long and fat and I don't think I can fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I'm sure as hell going to try! I begin to swirl my tongue around his helmet and I hear him moan again. I love to hear him moan and I want to hear it some more!
I reach up and lightly squeeze his balls and massage them as I use my other hand to help stroke his cock. I pull my mouth off of him long enough to lick his shaft and graze it ever so lightly with my teeth. I run my tongue further down and around his balls, kissing each one before bringing my mouth and tongue back to suck some more. I try to open my throat like I would take a shot of liquor and envelop more of his beautiful dick in my mouth.
I begin moving faster, loving the moans coming from his mouth and his hands on my head, pushing me on and off his dick, pulling my hair and I'm soaking wet again! I feel him start to tense up and he looks down at me, his eyes asking me what I want to do. With his dick still in my mouth, I do my best to nod my head as I feel him start to cum in my mouth. I'm surprised by the sheer amount of cum he's squirting in my mouth and I can't hold it all in! I swallow as much as I can but I feel it leaking outside the corners of my mouth so I use my finger lap it up and lick it off my finger.
The grin on his face is huge. He says to me, "I'm impressed for your first time." I grin back at him and tell him to go out and relax for a few minutes while I hop in the shower and help himself to whatever he wants. I let out the bath water and turn on the shower, shaving everywhere as quickly as possible. When I'm perfectly smooth, I step out, rub down, look at myself in the mirror and see how flushed I am. I brush out my towel dried hair, put my robe back on and head back out to the living room.
Luke is on my couch in just his jockeys. What a beautiful man and he doesn't even know it. He looks up at me as I walk in and asks if he can grab one too as he's been in the car for 6 hours. I say absolutely! What kind of girl would I be to deny a man a shower?! On his way into the bathroom, he grabs my wrist and starts to lick the water off my neck and I shake. This man will be death of me and hopefully, it will be this weekend!
He eventually stops, swats me on my tush and heads off to the shower. I hum to myself as I look for the outfit I had bought for this weekend in the first place - a lacy red corset with matching garter belt and black thigh highs. I put my robe back on over the corset and pajama pants, hoping he won't notice my feet are covered.
I make sure everything is tucked into place as he comes walking out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel around his waist. I walk over to him, put my hands on both sides of his face and kiss him. He wraps his arms around me in a big bear hug and lifts me off the ground again. I could definitely get used to this! As he sets me down, he unties my robe and lets it slide to the floor one more time. When he feels more fabric against him instead of skin, he breaks away and looks down with a sharp intake of his breath. I give him a little pose and his grin is now back.
I grab his towel and pull it off of him, drinking in the sight of him. I push him back towards the bed until he sits and I kiss him again and make him lie back as I climb up and straddle his waist, my tongue never leaving his mouth. He rolls me over onto my back and he begins to rub his hands down my body. He literally rips the corset off and throws it on the floor and grabs my breasts as his tongue leaves my mouth to swirl around my nipples. Oh his mouth feels so good! I moan as I think how in the world have I lasted this long in life without his mouth.
While his mouth is on my breasts, I suddenly feel a hand slip down below my waist and then there's a finger massaging my clit. I sigh in absolute bliss until he begins moving his fingers faster. I run my hands along the fuzz of his head and I urge him to go even faster. He then slips 2 fingers into me as his thumb continues its mission on my clit and I gasp as his hand brings me more joy than I've known in a long time.
