Alone and a week before my 25th birthday, with strawberry blonde hair, I looked out the window through my emerald green eyes, my hands pulling at the soft chiffon drapes. I knew you'd be home soon and my slim body was aching with desire. It had been a long time since our last encounter and I couldn't wait to feel you deep inside once more. Still lingering on my mind, was the last moment I tasted you, your lips pressed hard against mine, all over too soon in the morning rush to carry out our menial tasks with haste.
Remembering your sweet scent from your cologne on me, I pulled the chiffon back, and opened the balcony doors to feel the cool air against my skin. It was a beautiful night, clear and quiet with only some muffled laughter from the nearby taverns. The sudden exposure to the outside heightened my desire as I felt the breeze touch my thighs and creep up towards my pale pink panties. I sighed and moved back to the table where the empty wine glasses were waiting to be filled with the delightfully crisp dry Verdejo. I looked at the clock.
You're stuck again another night late at the office.
Residing myself to a night of trashy television, I regretfully put the wine back in the fridge and sauntered into the bedroom. I'd forgotten how good it felt to slide into the clean dark sheets. With only a little vest top covering my young perky breasts, I rolled onto my side, the moonlight reflecting off my alabaster skin and I fell into a soft sleep.
Knowing there was a beautiful young woman waiting for you, you threw your keys on the counter, and hastily undid your belt, hearing the buckle click as it slid open onto the floor. Your pressed grey suit trousers fell, and you ripped off your shirt, leaving it lifeless on the cold ceramic tiles.
At the bedside, you stopped for a moment, looking at her innocence, and how her hair fallen softly across your pillow. Usually this would drive you mad, but today you wanted nothing more than to wrap her hair up in your hands and pull her close.
Sliding under the sheet, I moaned softly as I began to stir. I feel your hands slide down my side and onto my hips... holding onto me, you gently sway me onto my back.
Nuzzling my neck, you waste no time in mounting me. I'm sleepy and dis orientated but immediately I recognise your soft scent and the warmth of your chest hair brushing against my nipples. They harden instantly in response. I let out a short moan and I open my legs to you. I find my hand and run it down your body and rock my hips back and forth in anticipation of what's about to happen. At your shorts, my hand enters and only for a moment I caress you until you harden in my hands. So strong and hard, I feel you shake with need and longing. Tracing the edges of your balls with my fingers, I hear you moan at the soft touch sending a tingle throughout your body... but you pull my hand away above my head and press your hard throbbing shaft against my soft pussy lips.
Realising my pale pink panties are in the way you pin my hands up with one and use the other to caress my pussy with your fingers and move the delicate lace to one side. Touching the sensitive skin between my ass and my entry has my quivering and tensing for more. My breathing quickens as you continue to tease me and I beg you to touch me inside. With only one finger you agree, and by gently working up to my pussy, I ache and long for more. You feel my wetness begin to drip down my thigh.
