Tight Jeans in 750 Words

Authors Note: A story idea that occurred to me while waiting for Frank Black to perform at History in Toronto.

I asked a few other authors which category that this should be submitted under. Loving Wives, Erotic Couplings, Romance, etc. I got three different answers, so "flipped a coin" and submitted this under Romance..

All characters involved with any sexual activity are 18 or older. All of my works on this site are copywritten by CurrentParameter and may only be used or reused with permission.

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I was heading to the bar to get a couple of drinks while we waited for the headline band at the concert. Something caught my eye, and I looked back. Something caught my attention. A perfect ass in a tight pair of jeans. If I were Superman, that would be my kryptonite.

I was mesmerized. I walked up to her, put my arms around her, and whispered something into her ear.

She asked, "Now?"

I nodded and grasped one of her hands to lead her away.

It only felt like seconds before we were back in our bedroom, standing at the foot of our bed. I kissed her as I ran my hands over her jeans, gently squeezing her firm ass. We continued to make out as she joined me and ran her hands down my chest and around to my ass, pulling me closer.

I spun her around and pulled her close as I kissed the back of her neck and slid my hands over her small breasts, squeezing them gently.

I reached down and undid the button on her jeans and eased the fly down. I then cupped one of her breasts as I nibbled on her earlobe while the other hand slid down the inside of her jeans. I caressed her mound through her underwear and heard her moan in pleasure.

She then turned and kissed me while undoing my jeans. She stared into my eyes as she slipped her hands into my jeans and caressed my cock, making it even stiffer than it already was.

She then tried to get down on her knees. I gently grabbed her and said, "Me first."

I got onto my knees and slowly worked her jeans down her legs, kissing her flesh as I exposed it. I caressed her amazing ass as it was exposed, with now only her thong preventing me from seeing her in her glory.

Once she stepped out of her jeans, I then used my teeth to remove her underwear. I then kissed her mound while I worked a finger between her legs. She shifted her legs apart so I could run a finger down her slit, eventually probing inside her.

After getting her suitably worked up, I stood and removed her top. She started to undo the buttons on my shirt while I undid the clasp on her bra.

She kissed my lips and said, "My turn."

She then got onto her knees and pulled off my jeans. She then pulled down my underwear enough to release my cock. She then licked the length with her tongue before engulfing it with her mouth.

I moaned, but knowing the effect that her mouth could have on me and not wanting to rush, I lifted her up and then gently pushed her back onto the bed. I then pushed her legs apart and started kissing up the insides of her legs. I finally reached her trimmed landing strip and then flicked her clit with my tongue.

I worked my tongue back and forth on her slit until I saw the tell-tale sign of her arching her back. I then kissed my way up her body. Gently sucking on each nipple. Then as I kissed her, my cock rubbed against her opening. I slid in, and she moaned. I started to plunge in and out of her.

I knew she was close based on her breathing. I knew the timing would be tricky. I picked up the pace while biting one of her nipples. That held her off for the seconds I needed to catch up with her state of arousal.

A few more thrusts, and we both came. She looked into my eyes and kissed me deeply. We continued to lay there as we recovered.

I was enjoying the glow from our entanglement when I heard, "Honey, Honey, are you OK?"

I was woken from my dream as my wife looked at me and asked again, "Are you OK?"

I was transported back to the bar. I took a moment and said, "I'm sorry, dear. My mind wandered."

She came over and patted me on the crotch and kissed me. She said, "Maybe I can take care of those wandering thoughts after the show."

I turned to go to the bar. I looked back as she turned away. That beautiful ass was a bit rounder, and the jeans were a bit looser, but that ass in those jeans was still my kryptonite for the last thirty years.