I'm sitting on the couch waiting for the familiar sound of your car being parked and then your keys jingling in the lock. Tonight is no normal night as far as my plans are concerned!
Car... Keys... I leap up and stand in the corner next to the door; the instant you walk in I snatch your glasses away from you and put a blindfold over your eyes. You try to protest but I kiss you softly, letting my lips meet yours, my tongue lick them and eventually, as the passion builds, my teeth nibble them.
I can see your nose twitch slightly and guess that you have picked up the subtle aroma of the candles; what you were unable to see before I pounced was that the fire is licking around a couple of logs, candles are spaced around the room and the folding chairs are opened out on the floor and covered with a fleece blanket.
I take your bag from you and put it on the sofa and start to unzip your jacket. You slip out of it and I push you gently against the door and start to kiss you again. I pull your right leg up so our hips meet and you can feel the effect that this is having on me.
I start to unbutton your shirt as your hand moves to my jeans and starts to rub the increasing bulge at the front of them. My hand slips behind you and unfastens your bra so I can have access to your wonderful, firm breasts. I slowly move away from your mouth, kissing your cheek, then your neck, throat and shoulder, slowly working my way towards your cleavage.
I'm reluctant to move lower as I know you'll have to stop your strokings, but tonight is about you and not me, so I continue downward. I push your bra up over your breasts and rub each one in turn, cupping, caressing, fondling and eventually kissing. I make no contact with your nipples to begin with and toy only with the sensitive flesh of your breast, moving close to your nipples but avoiding them. I eventually kiss each nipple in turn; soft contact, my tongue gently coating each one in saliva as my hands move towards the buttons and zip of your trousers.
You shrug your shirt and bra onto the floor – for once you aren't cold – and start to run your fingers through my hair, which I have left ungelled for a better feel. As your fingers explore my hair, my hands are removing your trousers and lifting your feet out of them.
I kiss around the waistband of your knickers, all the time careful not to touch your pussy – that's for later. My hands have worked their way past your hips and are kneading your buttocks. Your fantastic, firm buttocks... I slip my hands inside the bottom of your knickers and scratch my fingernails from the small of your back to the tops of your thighs, stopping just before I get to the really ticklish areas.
At the same time I start to trace the folds of your pussy with my nose, light touches, before I reposition and take hold of the waistband in my teeth and pull them down. As they drop, you step out of them and kick them aside and I lift your leg onto the end of the sofa so I have better access to my goal.
I kiss from your ankle to your knee and then start to lick, small flicks of my tongue from your knee to your inner thigh. I can feel your hands starting to speed up in my hair and have an idea what you want. I bring my right hand away from your arse and brush my fingers through your lower hair, working downwards to your slit, increasing pressure as I pass over your clit and continue downwards until I part your lips. I can feel the beginnings of moisture and decide to increase the flow.
I centre my head in front of you and feel a soft urgency as you pull my head towards you. I oblige by licking you from bottom to top and back down again before kissing you on the lips and burying my tongue inside you. I move my tongue in circles, each one bigger than the last and then focus on your opening again. I start to fuck you with my tongue and move both my hands to your arse again.
