“You know I do you sexy little minx. I was picturing you sat on this stool with the Mail Man sucking at your pussy.” He smiled back at her as she approached him. Her hand slid out and touched the bulge that he had just been rubbing.
“Having the desired effect I see Howard.”
Her sexy smile, along with the touch of her hand, sent his hard cock jerking slightly inside his trousers. He smiled back at her as she turned to pour the coffee into the china mugs. His groin began to ache as he saw that she had changed into a very thin, very low cut and very short dress that only just reached to the tops of the white stockings that were hugging her sexy legs. As she bent to the fridge for the milk he caught a glimpse of the thin, white, straps of her suspender belt and again his cock jerked. Howard’s mind returned to the story he still held in his hand and remembered the scene where she had bent down to the same fridge to allow the Mail Man a view of her yellow panties.
He had read the story so many times, and jerked off so much cum while doing so, that the details were embedded in his mind. He decided he would fuck her there and then, over the stool and over the kitchen table. As Linda turned her back to him to pour the milk into the coffee he silently stood up and crossed the room to her. His arms went around her hips and he planted a soft kiss on the nape of her neck. She moaned lightly at his touch and moved her body backwards to meet his. His hard cock pressed against her arse and she began to gyrate her hips, like a slutty lap dancer, and her arse rubbed firmly over the bulge as he continued to plant tiny kisses on her neck. His hands suddenly left her hips and encircled her body to cup themselves around her firm breasts. He gripped them tightly as she pressed herself back even harder onto his manhood; letting out soft, low moans of pleasure. She, too, made the connection between her fantasy Mail Man fucking her senseless and what was happening to her now. Her pussy moistened beneath her dress as her sexual movements forced Howard’s bulging cock tight against her arse.
Howard continued to kiss Linda’s neck as his hands moulded her firm breasts beneath the material of the dress and his hips pressed hard against her buttocks and forced her into the side of the kitchen worktop. She was moaning loudly now and he let a go of her breasts in order to slide the thin shoulder straps down her arms and over her hands. Again his arms encircled her hot body and this time they pulled the covering down to expose her naked breasts to the touch of his palms. He squeezed tightly and her hips drove back into him again as her moaning increased in intensity as well as volume. Her head tilted to join her red hair that hung down one side and left the other side of her neck exposed to his kisses. He began to suck gently on the soft flesh before planting more, sensual kisses on her neck. He was careful not to mark her skin as she began to writhe against him. His hands began to alternate between moulding her breasts and pinching her erect nipples gently but firmly.
Linda was gone. Her mind and body were his now as she squirmed against him. Suddenly he withdrew one hand from a breast and slid it between his waist and hers. Deftly he released the buckle of his belt; followed by the button of his trousers and then the zipper. Once the metal zip had reached the bottom of its journey his trousers dropped to his ankles. With one quick movement his blue, satin boxers joined them and he stepped out and kicked them to the side. His cock sprang free like a pouncing panther and his hand slid under her short dress to seek out the crutch of her panties. Howard gasped as his fingers failed to find the silk material that she usually wore; instead his hands touched naked flesh and he felt the wetness from her pussy as the juices trickled onto his hand. Still kissing her neck and fondling her breast he began to torment her by satisfying his own desires to feel the silky stocking tops and to deny her pussy the touch that she craved.
Linda was almost screaming as Howard’s hand began to pinch harder at the erect nipples of her breasts. His naked cock was pressed tight to the gossamer material of her dress and almost sent it cramming into the crack of her arse. His hand slid up and down the silk stocking tops and up between her legs to her pussy; touched it briefly and then dropped down to her stockings again. Linda moaned at the top of her voice as she again pressed back into his crutch and she delighted in the feel of his hard cock as it poked her dress into the crack of her arse again.
Howard’s kisses to her neck were sending tingles down her entire spine as he kissed, sucked, and then kissed again. Light, sensual, kisses that made her quiver before him. A sudden, low scream emitted from her mouth as his fingers again pinched hard at an erect nipple. Again Howard slid his hand up under her dress; but this time it remained on the lips of her wet pussy as he began to slowly insert it into her. Her body stiffened and she sank down onto his probing hand in an effort to sink his finger deeper into her juicy wet slit. Howard pulled it out and pushed firmly on her tiny bud and again she screamed. A few rubs then back into her wetness. On and on Howard tormented the writhing girl before him as she squirmed, desperately in an effort to drive his finger harder against her clit or deeper into her pussy.
Keeping his finger at her slit he removed his other hand from her breasts and pulled it to the back of her. He deftly slid it between himself and Linda as he pulled his hips backwards. He grasped the hem of her dress and raised it up to her hips to expose her naked pussy and her white suspender belt to his gaze. The sight of her sexy suspenders, white stockings and her naked arse sent Howard’s cock jerking again and he pressed forward, at the same time bending Linda’s waist forward so that her face moved down towards the work top. Quickly he slid his finger into his own mouth and wetted it; then he moved it down behind her and slid it gently into the tight, tiny hole of her arse.
