It's early on a Wednesday morning, you have been tossing and turning for the last hour or so. You finally wake up all hot and bothered after dreaming about our last encounter. I had you tied up and made you orgasm continuously for hours. You get in the shower to get ready for your university classes but your body is burning from within, your clit is once again throbbing. You need to be played with and can't help but start to touch yourself. You slide your hands across your breasts, playing with your nipples then slide a hand down to your mound. It feels so good to give in to the need and you can't stop the images flying through your mind about my mouth kissing your body, my cock penetrating your tight hole. You rub your clit and finger yourself hard and fast, coming to a quick orgasm but it leaves you unsatisfied, unfulfilled.
While you quickly finish the motions of a shower and dry yourself off, a plan enters your mind. What if I ditch a couple classes and go see him? You wrap your towel around your body and grab your phone to send me a text. It's a simple message. I can't stop thinking about you, can I come see you?
Before you can put your phone down it chimes with my reply. Don't you have classes baby?
You text back immediately, Yes, but I could skip a few and get notes from a friend. You watch with anticipation as your app shows I am typing.
I'm just working at home, come on over whenever. Just remember what I told you about how.
Your excitement flows through you as you start to dress thinking about what I would like and how you want to look sexy for me. You look at yourself naked in the mirror, running through your wardrobe in your head. Ultimately you decide on a short skirt that shows all of your legs, a thin see through blouse that you can partially unbutton so I can get a look at your smaller but ample breasts. You put your hair into pigtails thinking about how you want me to be able to grab them and control you.
You start to head to school for your first class but are way to excited and decide against it. Fuck it, you think to yourself, I can't go to class looking like this anyway. As you turn around and drive toward my place you feel how wet you are getting already and it's driving you crazy. You pull in to my neighborhood, parking a block away from my house, remembering what I told you about coming over. My instructions run through your head. Remember, park on the block parallel to mine right across from my house, sneak through the backyard of the white house, they will never notice you sneak through. Come through the fence and to my back patio door. You can hear my voice in your head saying this to you as you sit in your car for a minute wondering how to surprise me.
You decide to take off your bra, stuffing it under the seat. Your nipples are so hard that they stand out under your see through white blouse, which leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination of anyone that would happen to see you. Perfect you think as you undo the top couple of buttons to show off the little bit of cleavage you have. You slide out of the car, pulling your bag over your shoulder and start to walk through the neighboring backyard to the sliding glass door of my place. You carefully slide it open, entering quietly and slipping your shoes off. You hear my voice, and think, oh he must be on a call as you quietly walk toward my office.
You stand in the doorway looking at me, waiting for me to see you. Your eyes look me over, my handsome chiseled face with a days growth of stubble, a button down shirt and a tight pair of jeans. You've been so excited all day that you are not surprised to feel the renewed heat and wetness building between your legs. I finally look up, seeing you leaning against the door frame. My gaze wanders from your bare feet, up your legs to the hem of your skirt that barely covers you. I see your blouse is half open notice your breasts clear as day, your nipples standing hard against the thin material as you are biting your lip playfully. You play with one of your pigtails, wrapping it around your finger.
As my eyes meet yours you reach up under your skirt, pulling your wet panties down and let them fall to the floor. You kneel down, flashing what's under your skirt as you pick them up then walk towards me and drop them in my lap. You run your hand across my chest before walking across the room to the couch opposite me. I watch as you sit, looking up at your legs as you spread them for me, just enough to let me see all of you.
You watch me on the phone, listening intently to the tone of my voice knowing it must be an important call, but you're so excited and your pussy is screaming to be touched, licked, and filled. You can't help but slide your hands up your thighs, up your stomach and then reaching behind you, pulling your blouse back so it is tight across your breasts. You undo the remaining buttons feeling my gaze as I watch you intently. You rub your hands back up your stomach, up over your breasts, stopping to play with your erect nipples. You pinch them, pull on them, twist them as your head rolls back exposing your neck. One hand then moves up your neck as you slowly run your finger over your lips, then between them, sucking on it and swirling your tongue over the tip. Your hands slide down over your knees, up your thighs, inching your skirt up as you lean back on the couch, pull your feet up to the edge and then spread your legs wide open for me to see all of your womanhood.
You start to slowly rub around and through your perfectly trimmed landing strip and over your pussy, sliding your finger just between your lips before pulling them apart so I can see your tight little hole. You start to rub around the hood of your clit as your eyes close and your tongue slowly slides out of your mouth running across your lips. You pull your hood back to expose your engorged little clit, then run your finger between your lips to get it wet, then back up to rub that hard knob in tight little circles. Your hips start moving involuntarily, pushing up against your own finger. Lost in your own moment as you start to circle your finger faster until a loud moan escapes you.
This pulls you back to reality knowing you made a mistake and you open your eyes to me. You see the look I'm giving you and know you were too loud, know you are being bad, but you are so wet and needy that your bratty side has taken over and you hardly care that you have broken the rules.
You go back to rubbing yourself, more carefully this time, watching me as my hand reflectively moves to my cock, rubbing it through my jeans. I'm not able to take my eyes off you, the desire and need so obvious in your face as you push a finger inside your folds. Now your hips really start rocking, taking your finger deeper inside and you're whimpering quietly as you push in deeper. I slowly shake my head back and forth giving you a stern look. Knowing you're pushing your luck you pull your finger out of your needy hole, rubbing your wetness on your nipples, then slowly, teasingly, lick the rest off your finger.
You get up off the couch, pulling your skirt back down into place. Your blouse still open, you walk slowly over to me, one foot directly in front of the other, your thighs rubbing together. You are staring at the floor not wanting to look at me in case I'm not approving of your action. You walk behind me and start rubbing my shoulders,. Your hands move down my chest and you lightly press your lips to my neck careful not to make a kissing sound. You unbutton my shirt, slide your hand under the fabric, caressing my bare skin. Your eyes move to the prominent bulge in my pants as you slide further down my abs. I grab your hand, pulling it down over my hard manhood, rubbing myself with your small hands. You trace the outline of my cock, teasing it until it threatens to pop through the constraining fabric.
Stepping around me, you turn my chair so I am facing you and slide your hands inside your open blouse, rubbing your breasts, exposing them to me as you play with your hard nipples.
As you run your hands down your tight stomach, you turn around and slowly pull your skirt up over your hips. Bending over my desk, you grab your ass cheeks and pull them apart, showing me both your holes. Your hands over your swollen mound, showing me just how wet you are as you slide a finger inside and slowly fuck your pussy for me as I watch.
