I sit in your chair and notice it's still warm. You've recently been here. I can still smell you. I lean back and close my eyes, wishing you were there with me. My hands run down the front of my thin shirt. My nipples begin to perk and tighten, so hard they almost hurt. I bite my lower lip, thinking of you touching them; kissing them; squeezing them. I was so lost in the moment I didn't hear you come into the room, locking the door behind you. You reach down from behind the chair and begin to unbutton my shirt. A small moan escapes my lips.
"Took you long enough," I sly laugh follows.
You bend down and begin to kiss me, slowly nibbling and tasting. Our tongues entwine as your hands reach inside my shirt and cup my breasts. You come around to the front of the chair, never parting from my mouth. I stand up, pressing myself hard against you. I feel you starting to swell, crushing yourself into my hip.
I begin to move around until I can push you down into the chair. You sit back and watch as I unhook my bra then move to slide my panties off from under my floppy summer skirt. I lean down and run my hands through your hair as I softly kiss down the side of your face. Then your neck, gently biting and tasting down to your shoulder blade. I pull away and kneel down between your legs, watching your eyes as I slide my hands down your chest to your belt buckle. I pull the loop through then unbutton your jeans, slowly sliding down the zipper. I reach my hand inside and pull out your plump erection. I lean down and take the swollen tip between my lips, gently sucking and teasing, holding tight to the base and squeezing your thigh with my free hand. Your hands pull my hair away from my face to catch the show. I begin to moan as I suck you deep into my mouth, closing my lips tight around, sliding my tongue up and down the underside. I look up and see you lost in the moment, lips parted, quietly whispering my name. I continue to enjoy your thick cock, my grip follows my mouth in the up and down motion. I can feel the wetness beginning to collect in my opening, yearning to be filled.
My mouth pulls away and I move up to kiss you. Your hands fondle and grope at my breasts, rubbing and squeezing, driving me insane. I crawl up onto you, one leg on each side, and slowly lower myself onto your thickness. Your hands move to my ass, pulling me onto you, as you bury your face in my neck. My hands grip the back of the chair as my hips grind into you, pushing you deeper and deeper inside of me.
