As I entered my dressing room, I knew I was late. I had promised to pick you up from the airport and unfortunately I was delayed by a last minute crisis at work. I should have just gone on to meet the plane, but this is Georgia in the summer and I was covered in sweat! I needed a quick shower to clean up.
I had, as is my habit, gone straight into my large closet, my personal dressing room, to get dressed, knowing that it would be faster to dress in there than running around my room looking for clothes to wear.
I had just finished dressing when I heard the door to my bedroom open and keys jingle against the doorknob. I stood behind the door of the dressing room hoping you weren't to angry at me for leaving you stranded. When I peeked, I saw you standing there with a smirk on your face. Slowly you walked toward the closet. I pleaded my case.
"I'm sorry, but work was a mad house. I couldn't leave." Slowly a glow began in your eyes, while a smile crossed your face.
"That's OK...you will just owe me. Owe me Big!"
"I owe you? What?" I knew this game and was relieved by the humour in your voice.
"Well we could start with dinner. I am hungry."...was your seemingly generous reply
Laughingly, I left to prepare dinner. Hoping to make up for the errors of the evening, I placed a bottle of wine in the freezer to chill. I heard you come up behind me when the phone ran and knowing you had no wish to speak to anyone, I picked up the receiver. As I struggled to get the survey taker off the phone, you unbuttoned my blouse. Your hands encased the silk of my bra. Thumbs teasingly brush over my nipples. I tried to get off the phone, but you stopped me. I felt your head move, your mouth hover near my ear.
"You don't need hang up. Let them talk."
A warm wave began at my earlobe and continued down my neck. One of your hands pulls me into you, the other widens the opening of my blouse. I struggle to keep my breath under control, my mind bouncing between you and the conversation. I gasp suddenly when you wickedly pinch a hardened nipple and I quickly cover with a cough. I can feel you laughing into my neck while I apologize to the unaware caller.
My body enjoys the feel of you, the hardness of your chest at my back. I stifle a giggle into my arm, when I realize you had opened my bra. Unconsciously, my body stiffens and my back arches as your hands caress my body. I cannot keep my mind from wandering. The conversation loses interest for me as your hands weave a spell on me.
I turn to scold you, but you simply pull me against you. You lean over and gripped a nipple with your teeth, not quite hurting, a sharp deep pleasure shot down inside me and I fought a groan low in my throat. The caller finally realized I was not fully involved in the topic and decided to find another home to disturb. I reached back to hang the phone up causing my body to arch offering my aching nipples to your mouth.
You pull my blouse and the bra straps down, sucking my nipples into your hot mouth. Your hands reach up to pull and over my shoulders to pull my breasts further into your mouth. I just stood, vibrating, arms still inside my unbuttoned blouse, my flesh hot as you sent near-orgasmic excitement through me with that hot pointed tongue and sharp teeth. The tip of your tongue lightly tracing small circles around each nipple, raising goose bumps in the dark areola. You felt me tremble as I arched. A hunger for more drives my body in search for your elusive tongue and ardent mouth.
