"Hello?" I call softly as I drop my keys in the basket in the hallway.
"Hey." I hear your low reply from the living room over the low sounds of the TV. "How was the show?"
"It was good. I was thinking of you," I tell you as I shrug out of my jacket. You raise your eyebrows at me as I walk closer to you. "In fact, I was thinking of you the whole ride home too," I say as I straddle you, slowly sliding closer to your lap. My long black skirt – the one with the buttons – rides high on my thighs, exposing the black boots and pantyhose I'm wearing.
You start to ask me what I was thinking, but my mouth on yours silences the question. I wrap my arms around you tight, pulling you closer to me and you slide your hands into my hair. Softly, we kiss for several minutes, enjoying the feel of each other. Our lips part, our tongues touching, exploring, tasting.
I shift closer to you and you place your hands on my thighs. I can barely feel your touch on the fabric covering my legs, but I can sense it. Your hands slide further up and your thumbs brush against my lips. You groan against my lips.
I break the kiss and look at you. "You are so wet," you growl at me, leaning forward to kiss me again. I grin and turn my head, capturing your earlobe with my lips.
"I told you I was thinking of you," I murmur into your ear. You growl again, pressing your fingers to my clit. I let go of your ear and lean back away from you. I pull your shirt up over your head. When your hands are free, you guide my hands to your shaft, feeling how hard you are through your pants. You continue stroking me as I tease you through the fabric straining against your cock.
Again, I lean back away from you and slowly pull my shirt up over my head. Keeping my eyes locked with yours, I reach behind me and unhook my bra. Your hands meet mine as I slide it off me, cupping my breasts. My nipples harden beneath your touch, aching for more. I arch my back toward you, and you bury your face between my breasts. Your hands still cupping me, your lips and tongue tease one nipple as your fingers tease the other. I hold your head closer to me, moaning.
I slide my hands down your chest and unbutton your pants. Putting my weight on my knees, I lift myself slightly off you to unzip them and pull them down. The head of your cock pokes out through the opening of those dark blue boxer-briefs I like. But as much as I like them on you, I like them even better off you. I quickly slide them down as well and settle myself back on your lap.
