This is a story based upon a reply to a sex survey in a women’s magazine.
Mark had been seeing Tara for a couple of years and they had been living together for just over a year. They’d had their fair share of ups and downs, but were basically a happy couple with a healthy sex life. They were always more than willing to please each other as long as they were comfortable with it. During one particular month they both seemed horny as hell and were making love almost as much as when they first met. One night Mark arrived home one evening to find Tara feeling particularly horny, meeting him at their front door with a passionate kiss. The kiss got longer and deeper, with them both groping each other as they moved in the direction of the living room. Tara was still wearing her suit – pin striped with a crisp white blouse underneath and what Mark just knew would be hold-up stockings underneath the skirt. These clothes were guaranteed to get Mark hot. Tara broke the kiss to check on the dinner she was preparing for him. Mark walked into the kitchen while she was washing her hands and stood behind her, his arms encircling her waist. “Where were we?” he whispered in her ear.
“You were squeezing my bum” giggled Tara.
“I’ve found a couple of other things to squeeze now,” Mark said as he pawed her breasts.
“Mmmmmm”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes”
“Really?” He asked as he unbuttoned her blouse.
“Uh-huh”
Mark pulled her jacket from her body, then began to slowly drag the blouse from her shoulders, kissing the nape of her neck, and every subsequently exposed piece of flesh. “Do you trust me?” he whispered in her ear.
“Oh yes, you know I do”
“Enough to try something new?”
“Yes”
Mark continued to slowly pull the blouse further down her body and arms until with some of the buttons being still fastened, there was enough sleeve on each arm to tie in a knot. He did so, pinning Tara’s arms behind her. Pulling down her lacy bra cups over her ample boobs, Mark felt them spring out. Taking her breasts in his hands, Mark hefted them, feeling their weight before circling his fingers inwards to her rapidly stiffening nipples. As he flicked, pinched and gently tugged them, Tara sighed. After teasing her awhile, Mark lead her to the lounge and placed her on her hands and knees on a duvet on the floor. Joining her on, Mark raised her skirt over her bottom, exposing her bum clad in tight black lacy panties. Moving his hand to the crotch, he could feel the warmth and damp emanating from her quim.
“Why are your knickers so damp?”
“I’ve been thinking”
“About what?”
“You”
“And thinking about me makes you wet does it?”
“Yes”
“Anything in particular?”
“You making love to me”
“Does being like this make you feel naughty?”
